Chapter 2166 "I want to report an infection incident"
The bean hornworm must be regarded as swan meat, which is highly sought after by ordinary toads. This thing tastes like the chewy texture of homemade gravy, and it does not conflict with its soft, glutinous and delicate texture. It is sticky and sticky in two large pots. One red and one white complement each other, it is very fragrant and goes very well with rice.
"It's so sinful. I'll turn my intestines with this thing early in the morning. I won't die after eating it. I'll have to go to hell!"
“It’s not early in the morning, it’s not even bright yet!”
"Li Cang, your knowledge is a bit complicated, isn't it?"
"What kind of knowledge?" Qin Zhenzhen stretched out her face from her small stainless steel basin in confusion: "This stuff smells so good, it really smells good!"
Tai Xiaoyi rubbed her wrist: "It's delicious. This thing requires work. You don't know how long I have been rolling these bugs. Once they are boiled, they are only yellow and white in size."
Lao Wang's face was already like the skin of a bean hornworm that had been rolled into a swill bucket, shriveled and green: "Little miss, don't, please, stop talking!"
The old man who has always liked sticky rice mixed with rice is now as reserved as a new concubine who has just passed through the door. He is cautious, pitiful, polite and chirping. However, after he puts down his psychological baggage, his bottom line soon drops. It's as bottomless as the rectum.
"Holding the grass, this thing looks like a match for a hash ant!" Lao Wang took a big mouthful of blood and inhaled the wind and said, "Little Miss, we will dig holes in the ice later to collect toads, and apply dried chili oil on them in the evening. The red sauce is so simmered, it’s absolutely delicious!”
Tai Xiaoyi nodded: "Yeah, good duck, that man is also very nourishing!"
".;"
The rice in Master Wang's mouth no longer tasted good at that time.
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Still a base.
By coincidence, someone got the same menu dictated by Lao Wang.
As one of the few Japanese mixed-race children in the entire 3/7 base, Hirotai Yasuda has been using the name Yasuda Hirotai since he was born. This has helped him avoid repeated inspections by the base. In fact, all he can do is are some insignificant corners Information, for example, there was a public meeting of a certain level somewhere in the base today. Yesterday, so-and-so took a certain transportation vehicle to a certain airport. The day before yesterday, the base announced a new tax policy that triggered a reaction from so-and-so. How is the base news? Broadcast.
Yasuda Hirotai's identity is a senior port dispatcher at Civilian Port No. 118b. He clearly realizes that his identity is actually irrelevant at all. The base will even release some specious information to him intentionally or unintentionally through certain means. , the scale control here is very interesting, and he doesn’t think he is smart enough to be able to move between several parties, but it just happens that everyone has such a small need and he just doesn’t dare to refuse.
Therefore, he behaves very naturally, just like those ordinary people who are greedy for money, lust, and fear of death. He will consciously put his living standard to a level that is not his own, but without exceeding it too much. For example, every day The living expenses are three to five times that of colleagues who are senior dispatchers. For example, if you have three wives and two underground lovers, a man must be loyal to his heart. Half-heartedness equals five, no more and no less.
He also consciously carefully selected the scale of the information he could deliver. After several attempts, the base seemed to be satisfied with him, so everything was tacitly understood.
"Haruko, sit down and enjoy your lunch and see what we have, delicious amberjack cold-stewed rice, crispy bean moth tempura, delicious grilled forest frog with sauce, refreshing Caesar salad, and your favorite The after-dinner sweetness of love——"
"Haruko? Haruko!"
"Beautiful Miss Haruko, my married wife, are you still angry? No matter who I marry, my favorite will always be the beautiful Miss Haruko. Didn't we already tell you that your living expenses will be doubled?"< br>
Haruko lay prone on the cold floor of the bedroom, her posture twisted and extremely unnatural.
At that moment, Yasuda Hirotai thought a lot, including the panic of the three surnamed slaves, the natural despair of abandoning his son when something was revealed, and the instinctive desire to survive that prompted him to leave quickly
Hirotai Yasuda did not run away after all. There is no doubt that he loves Haruko, just like he loves his second wife, third wife and two lovers. Somehow, he even has a little luck. After all, if the base fails to do something, it will be completely unaware. people involved.
Is that America?
Or a neon Zionism that even he himself doesn’t believe in?
Ha.
In that case, there would be no need to run away. They would do anything to get rid of him, but he was powerless.
Hirotai Yasuda took a step forward, his tentacles cold.
"Ah!"
One of his lovers, the live-in maid Willie, let out the most unrestrained scream in her life, which was even sharper than that night in the public library, but in addition to fear, there was a trace of uncontrollable excitement in her eyes.
"Let's go!" Yasuda Hirotai's face turned cold, and he took out an energy matrix gun hidden under the bed: "Take the money I gave you and everything you can get, and leave here immediately!"
Weili didn't look back.
Hirotai Yasuda looked at Haruko's face again, and his hair stood on end. He saw that her evocative little cherry mouth was covered with a mycelium-like substance, growing from her mouth, embedded in her eyes, ears and nose, and finally from The lower abdomen and the bottom of the skirt have spread again, and the newly waxed beech wood floor under the body has been corroded to a mess, and a small weird bud is forming along with the hyphae veins.
"Bo~"
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The flower bud burst open, and a pool of clear mucus-like sticky water flowed out. A mutated centipede-like, white and almost transparent insect kept twitching in the liquid, and soon completely melted and lost its vitality.
But this scene did not make Yasuda Hirotai feel relieved. Instead, he stepped back step by step. He also knew some news about the insect-like infestation. The scene in front of him was obviously not something he could handle.
"Hey, yes. I want to report a contamination. No. An unexplained infection."
As Yasuda Hirotai spoke, his mouth became increasingly dry. He picked up a glass of water with fear and irritation, but was shocked to find that the microphone of the phone and the corners of his mouth had been oozing out strands of tiny blue mycelium-like substances. , floating from the corner of his mouth to the tea in the cup.
"Crack!"
"Sir?"
"Yes, yes, I am here, but... I may be infected." Hirotai Yasuda staggered back to sit on the sofa and was silent for a long, long time: "No, no, no, no, listen to me, I, my name is Yasuda Hongtai, I have a child, and I don’t worry about the child. Mother, that woman is from the other side. Please don’t let them find my child. Please treat her kindly. Since I have delivered a lot of information that the base wants to release, please treat her kindly.”
"Mr. Yasuda, what on earth are you talking about, I don't understand!"
"When a person is about to die, his words are good. You will understand. All you need to do is call the base's external relations department or any department. In return, I am willing to give you this house. Don't worry, the base will treat the invaders The deed of the house is in the safe under the wine cellar on the first floor. The password is, assface. Remember, assface"
The call was hung up.
The young female operator, who had just been trained for less than a month and had been on the job for less than a month, looked suffocated. She felt that she had been exposed to something extraordinary this time. She quickly printed out the accident report and hurried to the department head.