Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 880

Jania was the first to sacrifice a precious Sunday night for the survival of a lobster.With the help of a salinity meter, it is not difficult to prepare seawater with the right concentration, but she has to worry about the broken cold water chance to lose her bet.She has to go to school tomorrow, so she can't keep adding ice to the tank all the time, and it's too easy to cause the water temperature to fluctuate.She went to the study and looked through Malcolm's "Guide to Maintenance of Commonly Used Household Electrical Appliances", but she couldn't find the item of water chiller for fish tanks.

She figured she wouldn't be able to fix the clunky old machine overnight, but she was lucky to be able to come up with a temporary alternative.The principle is very simple: a fan, a power switch that can set the temperature control conditions, and a small domestic ice bucket that can circulate ice, as long as they are properly combined, they can serve as her in just a few days. Simple chiller.The entire assembly process was almost risk-free, but just in case, she called Hannah Zahn and put on a Bluetooth headset with a microphone so that someone would know if she was electrocuted at any time.

"What are you fixing?" Hannah asked again.

"The chiller," Jania said, "to cool the lobsters."

"Your new pet?"

Jania had to explain to her the ins and outs of the whole thing.She just talked about the serious consequences of losing the bet, and Hannah was already laughing heartily on the phone.

"My God," she said, "Jennia, you're like two ten-year-olds. You know what? Last Halloween two kids dressed up as lobsters—or something—came knocking on our door. They're hammering each other's heads with fake pliers, which is what you and your brother are doing."

"It's just a joke," Jania said disapprovingly.

"You've already installed the chiller for this joke, and I'd rather you spend your time on your homework. Jania, I really didn't expect you and your brother...to get along like this. Last time he came here, I thought He's a pretty mature guy."

Jania snorted from her nasal cavity: "He likes to pretend to be serious in front of outsiders."

Hannah laughed harder.They have always been each other's best friends, and they know each other's family members and the bad things they have suffered about them as clearly as their own palm prints.

"But you're at a disadvantage now, Jania. My uncle had prawns too. Not big lobsters, peacock mantis prawns, but I think it's similar—even if you do everything right and give it In the best environment and conditions, it is still likely to die within a few hours, after all, it is a shrimp that has been out of water. Or maybe you just need to add some water to it, and then put it in the freezer, and it will be able to Live till next Friday. It's all about its own merits, not yours. Isn't it an unfair game?"

Jania sat next to the water tank, wordlessly reaching into the tank to test the temperature.She was already a little tired, but from time to time, some irrelevant people and things flashed in her head: Gad Schilling, God, Nick Judit, Lenny Colein... She felt her arms were a little cold, and her eyelids were cold. Sleepy to fight.

"If you really want to win this game," Hannah said slowly, with a touch of slyness in her tone, "I know a fish market where you can order Australian lobster by phone."

"That's going to be expensive."

"It won't cost more than a high-performance computer, Jania, at least I can afford it, and your brother is not short of money. If you really need to win this game, this one in the tank will If it doesn't work, I can bring a fresh and lively one when your brother is not looking, and take yours away. Can you confirm in advance which day Mal will come? It takes good timing to do this .”

Jania couldn't deny her heartbeat for a few seconds.Hannah's judgment of her chances of winning is objective, and a stealth action sounds so interesting in itself, even more attractive than simply winning the bet.She knew Hannah probably thought so too.

"No," she said at last, "I'll just use this one."

"What's it about it that fascinates you?" Hannah asked. "A lucky lobster that's different?"

"I'm going to call it 'Stupid Brother,'" Jania said with a groan.

"Come on, Jania. It's meant to be served. Give it a name now, and you won't want to eat it then."

Quite the opposite, Jania thought.Then she would send it on its way with victorious joy and brutality.

By the time she lowered the lobster into the water, the clock above her head had struck nine.Her mother visited the basement once, urging her to go to bed early.But Jania stayed until ten o'clock, observing the state of the lobster, and discussing with Hannah what she heard from Old Cologne today.Hannah didn't care much about it, her home was closer to the center of town, away from the woods in any direction.From Jania's point of view, she was one of the few people in the town who had no feeling for the woods--neither love nor gratitude nor awe nor apprehension.Although Hannah grew up in Regenberg, she was sometimes more of a big city girl.

“We hear about it like every few years,” she said lightly. “Tourists lost in the woods, athletes attacked by wild animals on their morning jogs. Of course, there are now homeless people.”

"Not everyone died. In the last ten years, only one had a heart attack while walking, one fell to his death at the bottom of a hillside, one was poisoned by methane gas, and one was attacked by a wild boar in heat."

"Jennia!" Hannah yelled in a low voice, dumbfounded. "You don't write down every person who dies in the woods in your diary, do you? That sounds really weird."

Jania didn't refute this.She did not keep a regular diary, but she did circle the times of fatal accidents on her life calendar in the past.It was a psychology that was difficult to explain to others... She couldn't help but learn the details of a death incident, as if the more she knew, the more she could master the skills of fighting and avoiding death.Hannah didn't need to remind her, she knew all too well what a false sense of security it was.

"I want to know what their last moments felt like," she couldn't help whispering.

"Don't think about it, Jania. I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

There was no sound in the basement.The lobster quietly curled up next to the bubbles surging at the mouthpiece of the air pump, showing no sign of struggling or jumping.This looked like a good sign to Jania, indicating that it probably wouldn't turn over and die suddenly in three or four hours.

She walked out of the basement, and the clock in the living room was approaching ten o'clock, but her brother's bedroom door was open, and it was dark inside.She stopped in front of the door, thinking of going in and searching secretly, but she walked away in the end-she likes to investigate secrets, but it is always immoral to open other people's personal belongings at will, and her brother is not Fool.It was highly unlikely that she would find a complete criminal plan directly in his suitcase or computer.

But where did he go?Jania searched in the study and the courtyard, but she didn't see anyone.Just as she was about to go upstairs to ask her mother, her brother floated into the front yard like a ghost from across the road.The look on his face was mysterious, as if Moses had just stepped down from the top of Mount Sinai.

"Where have you been?" Jania asked.

"Pierre's house," said her older brother, "your mother asked me to bring her seafood."

Jania recalled the moment her older brother was called away by her mother, three hours earlier.

She asked suspiciously: "You also helped her cook a seafood feast by the way?"

"No," said her brother in a deep voice, "but I've learned a lot tonight. I mean, about the man Anti-Pierre, and her Madonna and Savior, who gave birth to thousands of monkeys." mother of goats."

"You should get a drug test," Jania said.

Her brother smiled mysteriously at her, looking more like a portent of insanity.Before Jania could protest, he rubbed the top of her head lovingly, and floated swiftly into the room.

Jania akimbo angrily, shouting at him: "You should check your brain!"

Her voice echoed in the night.This is the end, Jania thought, there must be more than one neighbor watching quietly from behind the window.When her mother called her full name across the house, she slipped back into her bedroom, turned off the light and fell asleep.

"Yu Xiaorong!" her mother called from the corridor, "Have you brushed your teeth yet?"

"Tomorrow morning!" said Jania.

"Now."

Jania kicks off the blankets, showers and brushes her teeth in 10 minutes.When she passed her brother's falsely concealed door, she found that he was still chatting with Renwang on the laptop, and the screen was full of childish and weird pictures of aliens.She doesn't watch that kind of movie, but she also knows roughly what they are about: the actors will wear two very distorted leather puppet costumes, one is more like a human being, the other is more like a dinosaur or a beast, and then Two types of aliens fight clumsily on miniatures of human cities, punching and kicking with leather jackets, or making simple flashing special effects.She didn't know what the fun was in this kind of film, but there were people (adults, even) who were addicted to it, and her brother's neurotic laughter alone in the room made the hobby look suspicious.She poked her head around the door until her brother found out and drove her to bed.

Jania fell asleep resentfully.She hated anyone who had time to create secrets because he didn't have to study and go to school.This hatred didn't dissipate until she stepped into the school bus the next day.

"Jennia," Hannah asked, "do you know when Mal will be back?"

"this week."

"What day is it?"

Jania could only shake her head.Malcolm has always been a poor planner, and it is not uncommon for him to delay the scheduled departure day by a day because he overslept.Jania also found that it was often in these types of people that accidents that caused lateness or delays occurred more frequently.Over time, they themselves don't like to tell the time too much.

"Maybe he still wants to prepare some surprises."

"He's always been funny," Hannah said cheerfully. "Can I come over to your house tonight? Just for group work? Let me see what happens to a guy who's been in Africa for over two years .”

"Of course. Have you brought your pajamas? I have another set here that I haven't worn."

"No problem—and, Jania, I have to remind you that we do have group work. Miss Lemon will let us do a presentation by Wednesday of this week at the latest."

Jania stared blankly, she had never known such a thing.

"You should calm down, Jania." Hannah said, "Deterioration of law and order is something the government and the police have to worry about. But if your grades decline, then you are not ushering in the suppression of the 'Chen House'. "

"It's my mother."

"That's exactly the reason." Hannah said with a smile. "Unfortunately, the current government is full of cruel dictators."

Where Hannah got her political quips, Jania doesn't know.She was politically apathetic even among her peers, with few party affiliations to support and no concern for the future promised by big names in the news.But as she grew older, she realized that this apathy was not something to be proud of—who was really out of it?When war and the end come, it doesn't help to open or close your eyes.She just prefers to look at things that can be grasped and have clear meanings, like a mystery, a murder, a mysterious weirdo... She spends a whole day of study time wandering in her mind.

In the afternoon, she began to look forward to it.Malcolm's hope of coming home tonight was like a feather in the breeze, which was blown now and then, but never very high.She really misses him a little bit, but doesn't think he'll be there on Monday, maybe Wednesday or Thursday, but who knows?Malcolm also likes to be unexpected.

Hannah went home with her, talking about the group presentation while still on the way.She and Arlette have collected a lot of information and compiled a preliminary outline.If Jania wanted to prove that she had contributed to the same degree, she would have to take the podium on Wednesday and present to the class all she knew about 17th-century French classicist drama.

"What is the rule in The Art of Poetry?" Hannah asked encouragingly. "What law?"

"... Trinity?" said Jania. "One event, one day, one place... er, yes... was the canon of classical drama, and it was observed until the rise of Romantic drama..."

"Now our group work can always be judged as excellent, right?" Hannah said with a little satisfaction, although Jania thought it was too early to say, because Miss Lemon had high requirements for on-the-spot performance in the presentation.She tried hard to remember Molière and Corneille—the full name was Pierre Corneille, and this familiar name gave her a sense of security.

She raised her eyes and could already see the tip of the roof belonging to Anti-Pierre, and Anti-Pierre himself standing in the street.She was talking—or rather, gesticulating—with a visitor with a suitcase.

Hannah let out a thin cry of surprise.They all stopped and looked at this strange visitor standing between No. 15 and No. 16 on Anemone Road with surprise.He wasn't Malcolm, he wasn't Gerd Schilling, he was someone Jania hadn't expected.When Jania saw him, he saw them at the same time, and nodded at her from a distance.But he didn't come to say hello, maybe because of Onti, maybe because of Hannah.

Jania pursed her lips.Trinity and the playwrights vanished in an instant.The blood was filling her brain, and she could hear the wind whistling in the woods, the panting barking of dogs, and—and the never-ending sound of the sea.She wasn't really surprised, because there were already too many coincidences these days.Her brother came back, and Malcolm came back at the same time, as if they were all drawn to the same place by a thread, and they were all hurrying back to the stage next to Regenberg at this moment.Does this mean something is going to happen?She answered herself loudly in her heart: Of course!certainly!certainly!Something must be happening!

"Jennia?" Hannah asked curiously. "Do you know who that is? He greeted us just now."

"I know," Jania said. "At least, I know his name."

"So he's Mal's friend?"

"No, he's...my brother's friend."

Jania fell silent until Hannah's smiling face was gradually clouded by suspicion.She must have wondered why Jania didn't look the least bit happy.Jania knew that she could no longer stare at a guest with such eyes. If she didn't get an answer for a long time, Hannah would undoubtedly think in a worse direction.

"He seems quite... nice," Hannah said intentionally or unintentionally.

"Yes," said Jania. "He's a medical student—I just didn't expect him to be here, because I've heard he's been busy."

"Does he speak German? Maybe we should go up and say hello to him... It seems that Mademoiselle Pierre likes him."

Hannah added, somewhat bewildered and curious, "This is really interesting."

"Yes." Jania said reluctantly.She could hear the gnashing of teeth in her own words.Yes, she totally figured it out—what the hell was the second piece of good news her mom didn't tell her.

(End of this chapter)