Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 876

Jania sat at her desk all Sunday morning.On her desk are chemistry textbooks and homework, and two calendars.One of them is her own schedule planner, the latest mark is still on the days when she went to the seaside for vacation, and the other is a "garbage calendar" printed out from the municipal website, which is used to remind her whether she should put some kind of garbage in her home today. Colored garbage bags piled up to the door.

Unstable garbage collection days have always been a big trouble for foreigners living in Regenberg, and it is even worse for foreigners who do not understand the classification rules.Her brother used to make mistakes when she was a child, either throwing the bottle cap with the body, or throwing the milk carton in the blue bin.He also made the mistake of throwing things that didn't belong in "other trash" into the black trash can, so much so that the garbage truck ignored him for four weeks.

It's not entirely her brother's fault, because garbage sorting often stumps locals too.Malcolm can always accurately classify the unpopular garbage he makes, but he often misses the time when the corresponding type of garbage truck will come.He missed his organic waste and leftover recycling days in a row, and a horrible smell of rotting food scraps lingered in the yard for nearly two weeks, and her mother was furious over it.

"How hard is it?" her mother asked in a high-pitched, desperate voice. "You just take out the garbage bags the night before!"

But that's really hard sometimes, especially when you can't stay focused and live a regular life.Her mom made a mistake of her own, arguing all night with a client over impromptu major adverse evidence, and turning the blue recycling diary black again.Jania was pretty sure her mom was thinking of stuffing her rich, bastard clients into the black trash bags, too.

Jania herself hasn't missed garbage collection day yet.She sometimes forgot it the night before, but always remembered it in time for the garbage truck to pass by the next morning.Maybe it's because she's the only one in the family who doesn't have to deal with work, but she feels like it's more than that.She is really lucky in this regard, or she has a talent for doing things at critical times, like catching up to the last second before the subway closes and buying the last roll of tissues discounted in the store.She always had a vague idea that she could make it in time.

But luck alone is not enough.She, too, like many lucky people, wonders in nowhere whether her luck will suddenly run out and cause trouble like a debt-laden credit card.She couldn't always rely on luck, or it would abandon her at some fatal moment sooner or later.She has to be prepared in advance.

Last evening, she was very careless.She had known for a long time that her brother was back, but still left all kinds of things that exposed her investigation work in the bedroom.Of the two photos she hung on the "Detective Board", Klein and "Mr. Gloves", of course her brother couldn't find either of them.There are also all kinds of myths and legends that she printed out, local news in Lihai City, her brother's public information records on social networking sites for more than ten years... She always uses machine translation to convert them into German, and then prints them out. Disguised as notes and brought to school for study.And, of course, it will delay her attendance in class, so she's been copying Hannah's homework for the last week.She assured Hannah that she would make it up sooner or later, before the exam anyway.And she wasn't at all guilty of it, anyway, she'd figured out from those awful machine-translated Germans that her brother used to copy Mr. Glove's homework.

Whenever she's sure certain files are no longer useful, she sneaks her mom's shredder to destroy them, stashes them in the tummy of a stuffed animal under her bed, and waits until the next blue trash day to dispose of them.But when Jania saw her brother staring at the trash can in the yard from the window in front of the desk, her usual turnaround luck sounded the alarm.It dawned on her that her brother must be reading something, some kind of document in the blue trash can.But she hasn't had time to throw the shredded paper in there, what else can get her brother's attention?

Newspapers, of course newspapers.She immediately thought of the one Doppler Colon had put on the chair.People of old Cologne's age don't like to read the small, shiny print on the screen of their mobile phones. They will still read the newspaper at the breakfast table, cut out the parts they are interested in, save them, and use the rest to put the corner of the table or It's window cleaning.

She didn't pay attention to the newspaper that was trampled underfoot by old Cologne, because her mind was full of anonymous couriers at that time.But is it really such a coincidence?Could it be the one she posted on the "Detective Board"?Not impossible.It was a regional newspaper, and it was the kind that the local old people liked to read. Besides, the old Cologne used to be a security policeman, so he would have read more about the collapse of the prison.

However, she knew that her brother couldn't understand too complicated articles, and the report did not publish the photo of Lenny Collein, but disclosed the photos of two other more controversial and famous murderers .Pure idiots who believed they could suck lifespans from children's bodies were clearly out, and newspapers favored trendier political issues like "angels of death" who overdose patients because they were fed up with nursing, or because racism And killing people with a knife in the street.These issues are sure to be trendier than pedophilia right now, and may be fodder for the next local election.

These famous murderers who were buried in the collapsed prison did not bother Yu Xiaorong.She didn't think that all these people could escape like Lenny Colein, but rather believed that they were really buried under the ruins, so as to save everyone outside the prison from worrying.But she couldn't really guarantee that her brother wouldn't think of Lennie Collein from these people—he was smarter than he looked in some ways.

Then Jania took the most decisive action.She took out the processed shredded paper strips from the doll's stomach, and then rushed to the yard, using the pile of shredded papers to cover the newspaper that might reveal the secret.Her brother seemed taken aback by her, which was a good sign that he didn't realize what he was missing.She then drew his attention away from the trash can.

At the time, she wasn't worried about what her brother might find among the scraps of paper she threw away.Her mother's shredder shreds paper fine enough for her brother to hire a hundred kids for three years.But the newspaper lay intact under the scraps of paper.She dared not sneak out at night, because the door of the guest room was directly opposite the window of the living room, through which the scene of the front yard would be unobstructed.She didn't forget that her brother had a bad sleep quality and didn't want to be self-defeating because of an accident.

The paper garbage truck was coming next Tuesday to take the newspaper and all the scraps, but Jania still didn't feel safe.She was a little worried that her brother would actually go through the scraps of paper to see if they were her homework.What if she hadn't been able to shred all the information?There is no problem with the text, but there are still photos and pictures. If there is half a face left on a scrap of paper, can her brother recognize it?The odds were slim, but she always wanted to be sure.

She watched the front yard all morning.You don't have to sneak downstairs to do this, you just have to stretch your neck a little at your desk so you can look out the window at the blue trash can in the front yard downstairs.Her brother didn't go near there all morning, but was busy cooking in the kitchen.Yu Xiaorong could hear him turning on the meat grinder, or digging out the iron pot from the deepest part of the cabinet.He probably wanted to get some fresh food, though Jania didn't think there was any need for it.It was a queer notion shared by her mother and her older brother, who seemed to decide that bread and butter, jars of jam, white sausage and cold salad were not yet a serious meal.It was baffling, but it didn't do her any harm, and she wouldn't mind extra juicy roti or tomato curry, not to mention keeping her brother's attention away from that trash can.

Hopefully her brother will go shopping or visit the neighbors and give her a chance to pull out that old paper and check it out.And the picture--the thought of that picture made Jania's mind uneasy.She felt she knew who it was from and was sure it was addressed to her.But what exactly does it mean?a joke?A warning?Or a clue?She was obsessed with thinking about the painting, and didn't do a single word of homework until her brother knocked on her door at noon and asked her to go down for dinner.

"I have to have a video conference later," her brother said.

"with who?"

"People in the company, I have to say hello to them first. I will close the door later, and knock on the door if you need me urgently. Got it?"

Jania agreed, but didn't quite believe it.After the door of the guest room was closed tightly, she quietly put her ears on it, eavesdropping on the movement inside.She heard the voices of several people greeting each other in Chinese, and one of them called him "Mr. Luo" when introducing her brother.They also mention titles and departments, which do seem to be business matters.Everything seemed real, unless her brother was playing a recording in it.

She backed away quietly and ran to the trash can in the front yard.After checking that no one was around, she reached into the blue trash can—luckily it contained only scrap paper—and fumbled for the newspaper that Doppler Colon had stepped on.She only took a quick look at it, then crumpled it into a ball of paper, waiting to be disposed of in a place where no one was around.It might end up being a waste of time, but she still had to keep her brother updated on Lenny Collein as late as possible.It's really noisy when he gets hysterical.More importantly, the greater the information gap between them, the more secrets she is likely to dig up.

Leo got out of the house and ran to her side.It must have caught Jania's rummaging through the trash bin just now, so it barks with excitement and joy, and touches the paper ball in Jania's hand with its wet nose, urging her to play a game of tossing the ball.Jania ordered it to sit still, and it reluctantly rested its rear end on the grass, sweeping its tail violently against the tip of the grass.

She stroked its head. "We'll be out for a walk right away," she assured it.Leo understood the words all the time, and started licking her palm.

It looked so happy that Jania remembered how it had looked at noon yesterday.Dogs are not deep or dull creatures, and even when Malcolm bursts in through the door smelling heavily of citrus, he will communicate his likes and dislikes in the loudest voice possible.Why was it staring at her brother so quietly yesterday?It wasn't pleasure, it wasn't hostility, it was a bit of confusion.

Thoughts must have been going on in that little canine head with a keen sense of smell that Jania couldn't have imagined.She wished that the hand that touched Leo's head could also reach into the depths of his mind, to touch the secrets that Leo could not tell her.She even recalled an American novel about a linguist who tries to teach his dog English in order to find out the truth about his late wife's death at home.The delusion, of course, didn't work out, and the ultimate truth was, in fact, unremarkable: some lingering childhood memories.A job of whitewashing the face of the dead every day.A depressed patient who is gradually going crazy in daily life.Climbing up an apple tree and jumping off—suicide.

Jania put Leo on the leash.She led him out of the courtyard and strode up the street to the woods to the north.On Sunday, when all the shops were closed, she came out a little earlier than the regular strolls that Regenberg residents were accustomed to.There are not many idlers on the road, only a few neighbors tending flowers and plants in the yard.Jania greeted them and told them her brother had arrived yesterday.

"Great," said the neighbors, in polite surprise, but they should have known.After all, this is not a big city, and any stranger who comes in or out is under the nose of the neighbors.But they may not know about the anonymous courier, because she asked Doppler Colon to keep it secret on the phone yesterday.As for Anti-Pierre, nothing of interest could be wrung from her fingers.She is still a mystery to herself.

"Jennia!"

Someone called her from behind, Jania looked back and saw the brown-haired Marlene Judit running towards her panting.She also held a leash in her hand, and she was tied to the grinning bulldog "Piety".

pious.Jania has always felt that adults who name dogs like this may be on the verge of losing their minds.Marlene Judit was almost dragged forward by the dog.She is too thin and too timid to control "the pious".As it approached Jania, it seemed completely unaware that its owner was about to be dragged down by it, and the saliva flowed from its open mouth, leaving an almost continuous water mark on the road.

Leo had already turned back from her feet, his front body was lowered, his sharp teeth were exposed, and he let out low growls from his throat. The appearance of "Pious" made it immediately enter a state of alert.Jania tightened the leash, and stared at the "Pious" without moving.This French Bulldog of dubious pedigree has a flat head, fierce eyes, and unusually broad, muscular shoulders and neck.In its eyes that are always staring forward, it seems that the front is just a cloudy fog, without any clear intentions and vivid emotions.

This look had once made Doppler Colon suspicious.He had a whole kennel to look after, so he didn't meddle in the neighbors' business, but secretly he told Jania that it was best to stay away from that dog, or at least keep an eye out for it.Even though the Judith family said it was a purebred French dog, Doppler Cologne suspected that it was mixed with pitbull blood, and its origin was unknown, and it might not have been officially registered.It may suffer from some kind of innate mental illness, and it usually obeys the master's orders, but when the mental pain and mania suddenly break out, the bloodthirsty impulse hidden in the genetic defect will make it stop without hesitation. Bite off the master's hands and feet, and then gobble it up.

Jania didn't want to think about how Marlene Judit was bitten to a bloody mess.But she could almost smell the smoky smell of blood—just last fall, the pious ran into the woods with its aimless eyes, and finally took out half a bloody deer.They couldn't recognize what kind of deer it was, it was almost a lump of bone and rotten flesh. The "godly man" took the poor thing back to Judith's house, and the broken flesh and blood were scattered all over the ground.The children of the Judith family hardly make friends at school, and the students all rumor that the Judith family must have killed someone.They are madmen who have moved here from foreign countries, and will eat raw flesh at the table.Placed with them, the grotesqueness of Anti-Pierre would pale in comparison.

Those were interesting stories, but Jania reckoned none of them were true.Except for extreme arrogance and timidity, the five children of the Judith family are generally consistent with ordinary people in terms of mental development and living habits.Their family may be scary, but at least Marlene Judit isn't a monster.She was just malnourished, nervous, and constantly afraid of being scolded by her parents.Marlene was someone she could associate with with confidence—but her parents were not, and neither was the dog she was leading.

She stared at "The Pious" as calmly as possible, neither timid nor overly provocative.Let the dogs feel your confidence, old Colon would say, and let them know you're in charge.Dogs don't care how much money you have or how eloquent you are, they just smell your fear and weakness.This is their superpower.

"Pious" stopped two or three meters away from Leo.Its chaotic eyes flicked across Jania's face, calling its name as if it didn't hear Marlene Judit pleadingly.After a few seconds, it finally walked away slowly.Leo's shoulders and neck also relaxed, but his head still turned with it.

Marlene Judit's face was covered with sweat. She was wearing an oversized outdoor jacket, which looked a bit heavy in this season.The clothes may have been worn by her brother or sister, and she is very short and thin, like a sapling that is seriously short of water.When she was talking to Jania at close range, she even had to tilt her head up to maintain polite eye contact with Jania.They were not good friends, but whenever Marlene looked at her like a low-grade child, Jania always unconsciously wanted to show a more mature and stable face.

"Jennia," she asked softly, "you, have you heard?"

There was more and more sweat on her forehead, whether it was because of the heat or excitement.From Marlene's strange question, Jania realized that she was not talking about her brother.But Jania didn't know what else made Marlene so excited. It might be a celebrity's scandal. She hadn't paid attention to entertainment news for several days.

"What's wrong?" she asked, trying to look as curious as possible.

Marlene wiped her sweat with the sleeves that protruded from her wrists, and stammered, "Trees, corpses in the woods!"

Jania instinctively lowered her head to look at the "Piety", and almost asked the beast with her eyes, "Did you do it?"Marlene Judit's face turned red, and she tugged the rein twice pitifully and in vain.

"No, no," she said hastily, "it wasn't bitten by a dog—killed, I hear."

　Thank you to everyone in the book club for your likes, this is an update of Chapter 1.

　　
　
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