Chapter 373 The greatest invention of mankind is.
He stared at the screen of his phone, and his fingertips paused slightly when he turned off the browser.
After a moment, he raised his head and leaned against the seat and fell into deep thought. The sound of raindrops hitting the car window was like some kind of urging, or a silent warning, making people more and more irritable.
In the end, Zhao Xing still couldn't suppress the uneasiness in his heart.
He slowly let out a breath, picked up his cell phone, hesitated for a moment, swiped the address book, and dialed Lou Duan's phone number.
The beep sound of the signal waiting to be connected echoed in the car, making my heart feel more and more heavy.
At the same time, Lou Duan was standing by the window, looking up at the rainy curtain hanging from the sky in the distance.
He didn't hear the ringtone, or he heard it, but ignored it.
His vision passed through the dense rain lines and landed on the torn mechanical internal organs of Uptown—the chrome-plated drains regularly contracted and relaxed, as if the digestive system of some giant creature was Perform the final squirt.
Rain water flows along the edge of the pipe, refracting cold light on the metal surface.
This reminded him of the dead man he had seen on the dissection table, with his skin lifted by tweezers revealing his beating internal organs.
But now, what is being cut open is the Iron God.
His throat moved slightly, and his eyes wandered around the neatly arranged drains. The layout of those pipelines inexplicably reminded him of the constellation diagrams of the ancient era.
However, there are no more signs such as Scorpio, Libra, and Cancer on the zodiac sign in front of you. Instead, they are all abstracted "toilet seats".
Scorpio became a toilet seat, Lyra became a smart toilet seat, and Orion's belt was replaced with three rows of squat toilets.
Various toilet seats gradually formed an alternative starry sky in Lou Duan's mind.
The corner of Lou Duan's mouth rose slightly, and his thoughts were pulled back to the past by this wonderful association, and returned to that simple and distant childhood.
He saw his father holding him, standing in front of the old-fashioned toilet, with a warm light on the ceramic surface, like the moon.
"Look, son."
The father's voice was filled with a certain solemnity,
"This is one of the greatest inventions of mankind. It can wash away all the dirty things that we don't need in our bodies and make everything clean again."
The young Lou Duan opened his eyes wide and looked at The vortex stream swept away the dirt.
At that moment, he learned the first "basic common sense of being a human being":
Dirty will disappear, and as long as it is washed away by the toilet, he will clean it up again.
My father smiled and touched his head. The sound was like a hammer, knocking this sentence deeply into his memory.
Lou Duan showed a look of remembrance on his face. He looked down at the flickering name on his phone, and murmured two words from his teeth: "Toilet!" When it was turned on, Lou Duan put his phone close to his ears, and the look of remembrance on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a increasingly gloomy coldness.
However, the voice he spoke was completely different from his expression, low and warm, shrouded in reassuring power:
"...I have always been developing the situation. When observing, you don’t have to panic. Qian Huan has played all the cards in his hand and he can’t jump for a few days.”
"Now it is the darkness before dawn. You can bear it anymore. To prevent Qian Huan from jumping into the wall and fighting the trapped beasts. Don't have a conflict with him recently." Zhao Xing in the car listened to the confident things coming from the microphone. Voice: "This way, you don't go to prison this week. Find a reason to take a sick leave, take a good rest at home, and avoid the limelight during this period.
Don't worry , It's yours, I will never run away. When the weather is calm, the warden's position will naturally be yours."
Zhao Xing took a deep breath and was impressed by the wisdom of Stationmaster Lou. After an hour, He drove slowly into the underground garage.
"The target has entered the field!"
"The target has entered the field."
The master's voice seemed to sound from the depths of the skull, and was processed by the sound card embedded in the posterior molar, with a subtle look. The current noise was directly transmitted to each person's cochlea in the 103 team.
He stood in the shadow of the underground garage, and water droplets rolled down from his black raincoat. The eyeball behind the lens turned strangely white, and the pupils spread into pale. The scene of the entire underground garage was reflected on the surface of the eyeball like a projection - the trajectory of every drop of rain, the pattern of every tire, and even the dust floating in the air, were all slim. Show it.
At the door of the unit, the bald man was wearing slippers and his feet were soaked in the rain puddle.
He lowered his head and walked into the corridor. The moment he raised his foot, water vapor was simmering, and a wisp of white smoke rose from his bare forehead, as if he had just been taken out of the steamer.
"All the movements are light, the task requirements are accidents!" The bald man's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing.
"Received!"
"Diet is the destination of fate, and living is the accident. Hum--, received."
"Received!"
Zhao Xing did not take the elevator.
As a fourth-grade warrior, his speed is one second faster than the elevator. In the safe passage, his figure turned into a afterimage, and the eleven stairs passed in a flash.
The key rotates, and the electronic lock makes a "drip" sound.
The advanced security door slowly pops up and the triple safety lock is released one by one.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
As the former prison mayor of the dead prison area, Zhao Xing has a good sense of safety precautions.
Zhao Xing took off his coat and stepped on the mahogany floor barefoot.
In the study room, the dim desk lamp automatically lights up.
Zhao Xing pulled open the curtains and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His reflection appeared on the glass, frowned, and he was still savoring the words of Webmaster Lou.
He pressed the computer boot button, but did not notice that outside the glass above his head, a figure in red was hanging upside down at the dead corner of his vision.
The limbs were twisted into strange angles, like a huge spider sticking to the glass.
Her head was facing down, her long hair was drooping, revealing a pale face, the corners of her mouth were grinning to the ears, a slender tongue was slowly poking out, stretching longer and longer, and a layer of tongue coating was reflected. Fluorescent traces vibrate silently.
Zhao Xing sat back in front of the computer and touched the mouse with his finger.
At the moment I clicked, the escort in the underground garage gently tapped the frame.
An invisible electromagnetic wave rippled in the air, like a stone thrown into the water, causing ripples. In an instant, darkness spread from the garage like a tide, swallowing up the entire building.
The computer screen immediately went out and the room fell into darkness.
Zhao Xing was stunned for a moment: "Is the power outage?"
Suddenly from the light, it fell into darkness, and it took 1-2 seconds for the pupil to restore visual objects.
Zhao Xing subconsciously blinked his eyes, his ears trembled slightly, and he caught some slight abnormal noise.
The sound seemed to come from the living room in front, or from the window behind him, which seemed to be particularly strange in the darkness.
Zhao Xing suddenly widened his eyes, and as if he was a ghost, he blurred a human-shaped outline in the living room. The outline seemed to condense from the darkness, with blurry edges, but it exuded a sense of inspiration. A creepy breath. "Who?!" Zhao Xing stood up in horror, and the chair he was sitting on was pushed to the ground by his butt, making a loud "clang" sound.
At the moment he stood up, the human figure suddenly dilated into his pupils.
He "flows" forward in a way that violates physical laws, like a videotape being fast-forwarded.
The afterimage of Zhao Xing's retina remained on his movement, but a bare head was already stuck to the tip of his nose. His black teeth spit out an indescribable strange smell, and he brushed his face. :
"Be gentler, if the chair is broken, it won't look like it."
(This chapter is over)