Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 858 The Boy Holding a Coin

It is of course very difficult to accurately determine the origin of a person who has only seen two sides.The strange thing is that although the red-haired man can speak very fluent Chinese—if you close your eyes, you may not be able to guess that he is a foreigner—Robinhan always has a vague feeling that this person has not settled in the country for a long time.He has only been here in the last few months, maybe not even a year.

At first he didn't know where this impression came from, until he sat back at the round table again and saw the remaining sandwiches and fried fish on the table, he began to understand how he had this idea .

"Your plate of fried cod looks good." Luo Binhan commented politely.

"It's not very fresh, but it's okay. I'm not picky about what I eat."

"Where did you order? I didn't even see a menu on the counter. Did the owner leave after cooking you a meal?"

"Oh no, I got it myself from the freezer. You can get some if you're hungry, the price list is posted on the locker."

Luo Binhan stared at him dumbfounded.The redhead doesn't seem to have a problem at all.He explained that the ready-made sandwiches and fried fish were sitting in the freezer in the corner, and he just had to take them out and heat them up.Of course, this was not the way a normal shop should do it, but he came here almost every day anyway.He was used to doing it himself, and the shopkeeper was used to making him do it.

"I can get a discount." Facing Luo Binhan's suspicious eyes, the red hair said, "Anyway, I don't care what I eat. To be honest, when I first found out about this store, almost nothing was sold here. I I asked him what he could provide, and he asked me what I wanted. I mentioned a few things I usually eat, and he prepared them for me."

"He served it to you right away?"

"No, of course not. I mean the next day. He prepared all the food I asked for. He said he checked the recipe on the Internet, but to be honest, he did a good job."

Out of curiosity, Luo Binhan got up and went to another corner of the crisper to have a look.The cabinet itself was old, probably second-hand, but fairly clean inside and out, and was covered by a large clump of faux fabric flowers hanging down to match the layout of the shop.There was another narrow door next to the cabinet leading to the back kitchen. Luo Binhan took a look inside and felt that although the back kitchen was a bit cramped, it was surprisingly clean and a bit weird.

Instead of thinking about it, he turned his attention back to the crisper.On the top shelf, he saw several sandwiches diced, french fries, well-proportioned salads, and a plate of dark black meatballs of unknown ingredients.Otherwise there are only some unprocessed raw materials left.

Luo Binhan picked a small sandwich and a small bag of French fries from it, and returned to the table with a strange expression.Within a minute of his leaving, the redhead had turned on the computer again and started tapping on the screen.

"You can warm it up in the back." He said to Luo Binhan without raising his head, "It tastes better when it's warmed up."

Robin Han didn't do that.He wasn't really hungry at all, and just tried the cold sandwich he'd brought out just to know.It's still fresh, and of course it can't be said to be extremely delicious. It can only be regarded as fair by Luo Binhan's standards.However, he added in his mind that no matter how mediocre the craftsmanship is, it is better than Zhou Yu trying to cook all the vegetables and stuff them into the bread slices.

He turned the remaining slice of bread in his hand, as if he was studying an insect that had been cut open, and at the same time asked in a somewhat casual tone: "Do you think this is good? Is it the food here that makes you come here every day?"

"Of course not," said the redhead.

"Then what makes you like this store so much?" Luo Binhan continued to point out in a chatty tone, "This place is almost the same as a self-service kitchen."

The red-haired hand stopped typing on the keyboard.He looked up at Luo Binhan, his eyes looked a little dim, but it might just be because of staring at the computer screen for a long time.

"I like the setting here," said the redhead.

"It can be seen that I like it very much." Luo Binhan said while turning his head, and looked around the whole store again, "The decoration here is very careful. However, purely from a commercial point of view, it is a bit over-designed. I like it more Simple and practical style."

He didn't mention the bad facade.Somehow he didn't think redheads would care about that.Rather, on the contrary, this kind of remoteness in a busy city will especially please a certain type of people.And redheads are certainly that.But being overly fancy is another matter.He always felt that a person wearing a pullover with "Silence" written on it was somewhat inappropriate for the red roses plastered all over the walls.

The red-haired neck twisted a little, and explained very uncomfortably: "It's just...a coincidence."

"Coincidence, oh, I see. You like that rock band too?"

Unexpectedly, the red-haired expression at first showed that he had no idea what Luo Binhan was talking about.It took a few seconds for him to understand the relationship here.

"It's not that," he mumbled. "Guns N' Roses, it's nothing to do with that, it's just...just a coincidence."

"Coincidence," Robinham said cheerfully, "there are too many coincidences in the world. Yesterday I saw this store by coincidence, only to find out that I had been there before. I also heard of a couple who dropped their wedding rings into the store." In the sea, decades later, it was found in the belly of a fish. Sometimes it really makes people feel that things are arranged in the dark - then again, what is your coincidence? Like me, you also feel that you have been to this store?"

He had just the right amount of laughter at the end, one of those "reasonable buddy" laughs that are brighter, rambling, and rude than normal.He leaned back on the back of the chair and sat crookedly with one leg crossed, as if he had known the other party for several years.

This kind of attitude of changing at will probably really confused the red hair.He frowned, and unconsciously stretched his right hand near the neckline.At first glance, it looked like he was scratching his chin and shoulders, but Luo Binhan saw a slightly thicker black hanging wire in the neckline with sharp eyes.Not the unraveling threads of the collar, but some kind of pendant.This made Luo Binhan immediately think of Jing Huang.His hand that was resting on the back of the chair couldn't help but retract it.

The redhead twirled the hanging wire into the neckline, and mumbled some answers to the question about coincidence.He absent-mindedly explained that he had never lost his memory, and had never seen anything like this in real life, while continuing to twist the fabric at the edge of the neckline with his fingers - no doubt twisting the hanging wire underneath through the clothes - It wasn't until he noticed Luo Binhan's curious gaze that he put his hand back on the table.

"No," the redhead explained with a little embarrassment, "it's just a coincidence of conception."

"You mean you opened a similar store before?"

"No, it wasn't... I don't know how to explain it, it's just a game... a role-playing game. You tell the players what's going on, sort of like a narration, or a synopsis, and they play the part. The characters in the story, to decide how to act, and then I tell them the results of those actions—”

"Ah," Luo Binhan said, "Understood. Board game. I have played it too. Then you are the host of the game."

When Luo Binhan uttered this word, the red-haired man was visibly relieved, as if he was glad that he didn't have to waste any more time explaining this.His appearance made Luo Binhan somewhat funny, because it reminded him of Luo Jiaotian.Of course, Luo Jiaotian doesn't play any tabletop role-playing games, but the feeling of being at a loss when facing "outsiders" and the embarrassment when revealing his private hobbies to outsiders seem to be exactly the same.He could almost put a "nerd" stamp on the other person's face.

He couldn't do that, of course, and instead he began to say that he often played these board-playing games as well.Didn't play very well, he said very modestly, just an amateur who was taken by friends to play, but he thought it was very interesting, and sometimes the host's story was really brilliant.He also gave an example, saying that he once participated in the game of the class reunion with a friend who studied medicine. At that time, he played a medieval doctor, and his friend who studied medicine became a rich traveling businessman-but That's just the surface, and the most interesting and dramatic aspect of that game is that his seemingly honest newbie friend is actually playing an assassin in disguise, an enemy of a different faction, and a murderer behind the scenes.This most important truth was not revealed until the last moment.The moody host couldn't hide his laughter.

"I remember it very well," he said cheerfully. "It was years ago, and I can still remember what we said. I think people who play this game well must be very clever. Still With a host, you have to react no matter what the situation is, I think this is a kind of acting talent."

Even if his disguised flattery didn't make the other party proud, at least the detailed description of the board game made the redhead relax.Relatively remote common hobbies can always give people the illusion that they are more trustworthy.The red hair had put down the computer unknowingly, his eyes were fixed on the wall behind Luo Binhan, his hands were shaking slightly above the table, as if he was gesturing some maps and sandboxes that didn't exist.

"It was a birthday party," he said, with unprecedented fluency, "a birthday party for... well, someone special to me. I had a game set for everyone at the party, and it was a A story about a haunted house. The haunted house belongs to a rich man's mistress, but she's actually a witch... No, none of that matters. I'm talking about the bar scene. That's what I'm talking about by coincidence.”

"What bar?"

Before the story started, I designed it so that all the players were exorcists, and they received a message to meet in a specific place, and that was the 'Gun N' Roses Bar'.When they asked me to describe everything in the bar, to see if there was anything to loot - that's what they always do - and I had to be very specific, because I was here, I mean , Hiding some clues in the 'Gun N' Roses Bar', I told them that the facade of this bar is hidden behind a large dead banyan tree, and the walls and shelves in the store are all decorated with bullet casings and red roses.The roses were all fake, but in the center of the largest bunch there was a bullet case with a note with the address on it.If a player can find it, they can get a very useful helper, which is... I'm going too far.These are not important.You see, what I mean by coincidence is this, it's just a coincidence of conception. "

When Hongfa said this, Luo Binhan had already started to look at the layout of the store again.His gaze fell to the center of the wall to the left of the counter.The paper rose bushes there are so bright and dense that they are very dazzling.They hardly looked like red paper, but plaster soaked with red paint.But he was also sure that a bullet casing with a note hidden in the center of those tightly packed paper roses would not fit.

"It's quite interesting." Luo Binhan said, "You must be surprised when you see this store for the first time."

The redhead shrugged and said, "I thought I was hallucinating. Or something that came true...the kind of ghost story routine where you see where you want to go and then you can't get out Yes. It's exactly like the place I thought it was then, but it's different. I didn't expect the Gun N' N' Roses to sell coffee and coke. In my story, it only sells straight alcohol. It's better... …I'm not a very good drinker, and I have a severe nicotine allergy."

Luo Binhan gave a clear ah.

"Nothing," said the redhead. "It's not very common. It's called 'drunk smoking,' isn't it? I've seen a guy who was allergic to alcohol and he said drinking would kill him. Yes. Shock. I'm not that bad, but if someone smokes in the same room as me, I get a rash very quickly, and I get dizzy and retching. So I can't go to any party where I smoke, it's really bad."

"I didn't know before." Luo Binhan said apologetically.

"This kind of disease is not common." The redhead said, "I have never seen a second person with the same severity as me. Usually, mild allergies only have a cough, or a sore throat for a few days."

Luo Binhan brushed his sleeves, as if he was sweeping away the soot that didn't exist there.They were silent with each other for a few more seconds, and the atmosphere seemed to become a little more friendly.
"Anyway," said the redhead, "that's what it is. I used to make up a place like this, and then when I came down this street it was like a fantasy come true... I thought it was funny Yeah, and it's pretty quiet here, too. That's what it is. But then again, it's not that terribly rare idea. Guns, and roses, I admit, aren't terribly special elements, if I'd think of it, Maybe someone else would. But I'm pretty sure this is the first Guns N' N' Roses I've ever seen in real life, so, you see, I can't help you with your problem."

Luo Binhan did not directly respond to this question.He still asked with great interest: "But can you really determine a coincidence? Maybe someone at the party thought your idea was good, so they opened such a store."

"No, that game was made a long time ago. I think it's been five years... no, it's been six years. I was in college then, not with you."

He paused for a moment, and finally said dryly: "I'm from Scotland, and I studied in London. I don't know many people from your country, and I'm sure none of them live here."

"Maybe they talked about it? You don't know what kind of friends they all made."

"No, I don't think so. They don't look like people who would make friends with you." The redhead paused and added, "I don't mean to offend, but none of them have learned your language. You know, It's hard to learn."

"But you are quite proficient." Luo Binhan said, "I have never seen a few who can speak as well as you. It is not easy to learn foreign languages ​​​​and even local people can't tell them apart. I tried to learn German before. I gave up in less than half a month. I also have a younger sister in Germany—it’s a coincidence, I remember that her father was also born in Scotland. But my English and German are in a mess, so we had to speak Chinese to communicate.”

The redhead gave a rare smile.He was clearly proud of his ability to learn, but at the same time seemed a little bit bitter and depressed.

"It took me a long time," he said. "It took me a whole semester to practice. I had classes during the day, and I had to do some private work on weekends and holidays. I was too busy to join a club-even though I didn't How popular. There’s no way, you think, there aren’t many successful fraternities willing to accept a man who can’t smell cigarettes, basically I can only stay in the dormitory all day long.”

"But why do you go to such trouble?" Luo Binhan asked, "Do you have any important relatives here? Or, is this your future work requirement?"

"It just might come in handy," said the redhead vaguely.

Luo Binhan didn't ask any more questions, but a very vague answer was already in his mind.He just pretended not to care and looked at the wall.

"Coincidence," he said, "your fantasy land has been brought into reality. No wonder you like it so much. But seriously, your memory is really good. After all, it was a game from six years ago."

The redhead suddenly felt awkward again: "That's... because I spent a lot of effort designing the entire game. Yes, I remember staying up almost two nights."

"To celebrate someone's birthday?" Luo Binhan asked in a meaningful tone.

"Because I'm the best at it," said the redhead dryly. "Nobody can do a better design than me, so that's me. I actually made some props too—model bullets with sticky notes in them. Having said that, this place is still different from what I thought. I used the empty shells of pistol bullets, and most of the models here are rifles. This has something to do with the background of the game story. In fact, the shop owner is a couple of retired drivers. Demon couple. The husband is a fighter and the wife is a sharpshooter...that's blessed pistol bullets, that's how I designed them anyway."

"So how about the owner of this store?" Luo Binhan asked, "It seems like a character in your story came to life?"

"No. Not at all."

The redhead thought for a while, and finally said, "I think he's pretty normal. He's a nice guy, but nothing special. I don't know if he's single, but I don't see anyone visiting him. Except for the new girl yesterday, That's your friend."

"Isn't she pretty?" Luo Binhan said, "I always thought that her looks could make her a star, but it's strange that few men have expressed interest in her. Do you think she and the shop owner will be a good pair?"

When Luo Binhan mentioned Chen Wei's appearance, the red hair nodded in agreement.But other than that, he behaved very indifferently, as if he didn't care about Chen Wei's private life at all.

"I don't think so," he said. "She and him get along quite... coldly. How do you say that? There's a 'well water doesn't mess with river water' between them, that's how I feel."

"Not intimate at all?"

"I suspect they're not even friends. They're rarely in the store at the same time, and when they do meet, they hardly speak."

"She's a bit scary." Luo Binhan said complacently, "You always feel like a primary school student when you're in front of her."

"Maybe. I haven't paid much attention to her."

"Really? Are you the kind of person who doesn't even give the prettiest girl a second glance? Or are you actually..."

Luo Binhan bent a finger tactfully.It only took a few seconds for the redhead to catch on and said straight to the point, "No, it's not. Not that I'm biased, but of course I like girls."

"Then you have your own heart." Luo Binhan called out a little exaggeratedly, "Are you a person who values ​​principles and feelings?"

"No, I'm single," said the redhead, in a particularly dry tone. "My ex-girlfriend told me straight up that she didn't think anything was going on between us, and she decided to break up with me. And then she just dumped me gone."

Luo Binhan let out a sigh.He shook his head and said in a calm tone as much as possible: "You will find a really suitable one later."

"Maybe," said the redhead. "That was three years ago. It was kind of annoying at the time, but of course it's over now."

Despite his light tone, Luo Binhan still suspects that he has not let go.That kind of plainness seemed to him to be too deliberate, and when he was thinking about it, the other party was also looking at him with dodge eyes.Finally, the redhead asked hesitantly, "You said earlier that your amnesia is related to a woman..."

"That's right," Robin Han said, and his thoughts quickly turned back, "I'm looking for a woman. And I'm sure she has something to do with this store... well, that's where we met, I'm sure That's what it is. But I can't find her now, and my family is against me looking for her, so I can't do it with a lot of fanfare. However, I think since I am so impressed with this place, I must have been here More than once, then maybe the owner will remember me and her. He'll know something."

"It's possible," said the redhead. "Not many people come here."

"But I don't want my family to know about it." Luo Binhan continued, "My family situation is a little bit small, can you understand?"

"I don't understand," said the redhead nonchalantly, "but I don't like that man who was talking to you just now. Is he from your family?"

"Well. Why don't you like him?"

"Just a feeling. He looks a little... not the type to deal with. If you know what I mean. He seems too smart, always thinking about you, and thinks he can read you. I I don't like dealing with people like that."

Luo Binhan almost smiled at this comment on Nan Mingguang.He felt that he was beginning to like this hapless foreigner who was socially resistant and unpopular.

"Especially I don't want him to know that I'm looking for someone," he said to the redhead. "They might interfere with my affairs, because it's a matter of property. I'm an heir to a decent sum of money, so . . . You don't always worry about money, do you?"

The redhead frowned and muttered, "Ah, rich man."

"Can you help me with this?"

"Fine. I don't like the man anyway. By the way, if you want to see the owner, you just have to come every afternoon around two o'clock. He's usually here."

"Okay, then I have to buy you a drink." Luo Binhan said, "You just said you can't drink alcohol, so let's have a glass of juice. I think we are destined, how about a toast? I wish you the land of your dreams Makes my dreams come true too - watch out!"

He reached for his glass, but accidentally knocked the drink over on the table.The redhead quickly escaped with his laptop in his arms, and Luo Binhan took the opportunity to throw an amusement park ticket stub in his pocket under the table.Then he stood up quickly and wiped the center of the table with a paper towel.

"I knock things over all the time," he said apologetically as he wiped. "I have a problem with the sense of distance in small spaces. Sometimes I think I can catch it, but it doesn't align at all."

He wiped from the center of the table, giving the drink time to drip from the edge to the floor.So he had to squat down again to wipe the floor.

"There's a card under here," he said, squatting by the table. "It looks like a hotel room card? Or a shopping coupon? Is this your thing? I can't see it clearly. Come and see?"

He didn't reach out to pick it up, so the redhead had to crouch beside him to look at the card in the dark corner.Luo Binhan observed him from the corner of his eye, seeing the black hanging wire on his neck when he bent down and lowered his head.The redhead was reaching for the cards under the table.The pendant hidden under the jumper was just about to slip out.

"Be careful," Luo Binhan said, "don't let your back touch the table, there's still water there."

He stretched his arms across, between the redhead's back and the wet table.In order to avoid the arm, the red hair had to bend down again.A round thin piece drilled with fine holes slipped out from his neckline, hanging in mid-air and twirling slightly.

The redhead caught the card.He and Luo Binhan stood up one after another, looking at the ticket stub with the Ferris wheel printed on it by the light.

"Oh, it should be my thing." Luo Binhan said, "It may have fallen out of his trouser pocket just now. But it doesn't matter, it's just a used ticket. Thank you for picking it up for me."

He reached for the stub: "By the way, what's that hanging around your neck? A coin?"

The redhead lowered his head, picked up the coin that slid out and looked at it.As he turned the coin, Robinhan noticed that the coin was indistinguishable — it had two obverses with faces printed on it.It's shiny new in the light and doesn't look like it has much history.

"Is this an antique from your collection?" He asked knowingly.

"No, it's just an ordinary penny, it's of no value," said the redhead, and slipped the coin back under his coat.

"You hang this thing around your neck? Is it an emergency call?"

"I just find it interesting." The red hair said, "This is a wrong coin with two identical faces. It can't actually be spent. Others will think it's a counterfeit, and it has no collection value... But I think it's quite rare. .”

"It's quite special." Luo Binhan agreed with a smile.It was only a trivial mystery solved, but he was very satisfied with his luck just now.

(End of this chapter)