Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 884 The Eve

Hannah leaned against Jania's desk, resting her head on one hand, meditating gracefully.She fiddles with Jania's "trash recycling calendar" with the tip of her pen, as if contemplating the most important everyday issue for local residents—what type of trash to throw out tomorrow—but when she rises from her desk, her eyes twinkle. Shrewd and cunning look.

"Jennia," she said conclusively, "I think you're right."

Jania, who was sitting on the bed looking up at the ceiling, shivered, her consciousness returning from Molière's great contribution to classical theater to the eyes of her best friend.

"What?" She said blankly, the thirteen-page speech outline was still flying in her head, and the lines were full of Hannah and Arlette's obsession with perfect marks.She doesn't care about grades herself, but she can't let her friends' efforts go to waste because of her.

Hannah didn't give her time to react, but continued on her own: "Of course, I'm not 100% sure. A person may forget something when he is not paying attention, and he may be thinking in his heart But he didn't say it. It became a matter of etiquette. But he didn't react at the time, and I don't think he really knew..."

"Hannah!" Jania called out to her, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh..." Hannah blinked and smiled narrowly, "I mean, the baobab problem."

"What happened to the baobab tree?"

"I asked your brother if he had ever seen a baobab tree in the rainforest," Hannah mused, fingering the blond hair on her cheek, "but, Jania, you should also know that baobab trees don't grow in the rainforest. For those in hot and humid areas, they should be on the grasslands or in the drier jungles..."

Jania suddenly perked up.She has fully understood Hannah's train of thought.This is indeed an unexpected perspective!She immediately put away the outline of the speech in her hand: "What did he say? He followed your words and said that there are baobab trees in the tropical rainforest?"

Hannah shook her head regretfully: "He didn't say that. All his answers were ambiguous, and he refused to give me a single word that fell into place. But I think if a person hears something that obviously violates his common sense, he It's kind of a reaction. Maybe not really rebutting, but there's always something in his eyes. I don't think your brother really cares about the baobabs, Jania, he doesn't care about the baobabs at all Of course, it's not 100% proof that he hasn't been in the rainforest, but in my experience, if he doesn't have any secrets, he doesn't need to be so careful. So I think, Jania, your point is Yes, your brother lied about it."

She giggled suddenly, and said in a somewhat smug tone, "Honestly, Jania, I think your brother is a little afraid of me. If he had a choice, he wouldn't say a word to me."

Jania let out a weary sigh and lay on the bed with her hands spread out. "I'm sure he's lying," she said listlessly, staring at the ceiling. "I'm 100 percent right."

"But what does it matter anyway?" Hannah asked, "if your brother lied about his whereabouts, it's all right. As long as he's not committing crimes—but he's rich, Don't you? I don't think he's the kind of person who commits crimes for thrills. Then he can hide his whereabouts as much as he wants, and that's his personal freedom. You know, everyone in this world lies, so that society can Run it."

She paused, thinking about what she said, and added to herself: "In fact, I find that the most popular people are often proficient in lying, and even if people know this, it doesn't affect the truth." They continue to be popular."

Jania glanced at her weakly, thinking that this was the very popular sweetheart lady in school.She groaned and buried her face in the pillow.

"I hate society," she said dully.

"Come on, Jania," said Hannah, in the most innocent tone, "don't you love me? Aren't we made for each other?"

"Go talk to that idiot Lyman," Jania replied sullenly, "I won't take that."

Hannah laughed happily.But when she noticed that Jania was still slumped on the bed, her always pleasant look faded away.She lowered her brow, brushed the loose hair from her cheeks, and said in a more serious tone: "You have to tell me why you care so much about this, Jania. I always think that boys lack the talent for self-insight, and they will do all kinds of things." It's kind of ridiculous, but I can't figure out why. Like Lyman, his head turns very slowly, although sometimes it makes him look cute, but I admit that he is not very bright. But anyway, Jania Well, your brother is an adult, he's already taken charge of his own life—and, I'd say, he's way more cunning than Lyman."

"Yes," said Jania dully.

"What is it that worries you so much?" Hannah asked persistently.She sat on the edge of the bed and gently covered Jania's arm with her palm: "You've been anxious lately, Jania. But if you don't speak out, I can't help you."

Jania finally took her eyes off the ceiling.She stared morosely at the detective board on the wall, trying to figure out why she was so depressed at the moment.She felt urgent pressure, but at the same time so powerless, like wading through a deeper and deeper swamp to escape a crocodile chasing after her.

"I can't explain it, Hannah," she said heavily. "There's something... odd that I don't know if I should tell you. I have a hunch it's not good for you. Telling what I saw would only confuse us both."

Hannah blinked rapidly again.Her voice dropped, and she almost couldn't reach Jania's ears: "If you really think your brother has done something dangerous, we can check his luggage. You know, my uncle often misplaces his sleeping pill bottle ..."

"No," said Jania at once, "it's not like that. It's not about him. . . I think there's a danger coming, Hannah. There's an air around us. But that's not what my brother brought, I think. , it's about him, but it's not about him."

"Oh," Hannah answered naturally, "is that the boy who came this evening?"

Jania looked at her in amazement.Hannah nodded, and said in her usual pleasant, even-tempered tone, "Of course, I don't know what's wrong with that boy, but I know you very well, Jania. Know you don't like it. No, it's definitely not the first time you've met. But if you've been to your brother's place, I should know. So, I think he has been here. But so what What? I can't figure out what's going on. He might be a dangerous man, though he seems to me a pretty plain one. Have you ever been in a relationship with him?"

Her question made Jania cough.Hannah calmly patted her on the back. "It doesn't seem like it," she said almost with disappointment, "I thought there would be something similar going on here."

"Hannah," Jania said, pressing her hand, "you've always been a genius, but you have to control your overactive imagination."

"Yeah, yeah," Hannah went on, chin resting, dreamy, "I do think very quickly. Sometimes my eyes see a picture and a dozen different thoughts pop into my head. They are of course in a practical order, and humans cannot process so much information at the same time, because our brain structure does not allow it. But to myself, they do seem to be presented at the same time, allowing I work on other problems while I do my homework, or count them while I'm taking care of my sister. That's not bad, but Jania, they do bother me sometimes because my attention is so easily distracted... I Can't even remember what the guy looked like because I was too busy trying to figure out what the hell he was looking at. I bet you figured it out too, he would look into open spaces for no reason. Very interesting. At the time I thought maybe he had eyes Problems, like rainbow vision, or floaters. But maybe he's just nervous, he's watching out for something..."

"I know you are like this." Jania patted her face skillfully, awakening her from the boundless imaginary world, "but I don't know what made you think like that just now."

"I'm really not good at finding the right one among so many ideas, after all, everything seems to make sense." Hannah sighed melancholy, "This is your specialty, Jania, you can look at the right target like a hound Hold on tight."

"And I wouldn't like a boy who is as silent as Lyman."

At this, Hannah opened her emerald green eyes wide and giggled again.

"My God, Jania," she said softly, "you're really bad at dealing with introverted people. No, not really, I think you're not good at noticing people who are really quiet."

Jania nodded gravely.She was irrefutable.

"From my point of view," Hannah continued, "our new guy is nothing like Lyman. Lyman is just clumsy and shy, Jania. He's always slow to talk, too, but he can actually do pretty well if you let him sit down and do what he's interested in. You've seen ten of his parodies for Easter celebrations. Quatrains? I don’t think you ever noticed Lyman, Jania, because he’s a man who lacks complexity, in other words, an uninteresting good man.”

"You make it sound like I only care about villains," Jania protested weakly.

"But you are," Hannah said matter-of-factly.She got up from the bed, walked back to the desk, and looked out the window at the front yard.

"I've always thought evil was fun." She circled the blond hair absently (Jennia rolled her eyes behind her back), "That's what ghost stories do. Good guys are like a glass of eggnog and a couch by the fire." , will make yourself feel comfortable and safe. But villains, Jania, approaching villains will sharpen and sharpen yourself. It's more of a confrontational sport, or... a hunt. Yes, I think hunting is Best way to say it. You're a jackal hound, Jania."

"And you sound really evil now, Hannah."

"I think I'm a little bit," Hannah admitted, "and Lyman says I'm a bit of a succubus too (Jania rolls her eyes a second time). Sometimes I do think, on a reasonable scale, that it's funnier than Morals are more attractive. I've always liked that kind of role, you know, those military advisers who stand next to the throne of evil and advise the devil. What a good job, without any real financial loss, and can enjoy Put your own great plans on the head of the sheep."

"In the real world," interjected Jania, "we call these types of people politicians and executives."

"I guess politics is a way out," Hannah mused (Jania wailed in bed), "but we're not talking about career planning now. Back to your brother's friends, I don't think he's the same as Lyman. Yes, they have some superficial similarities: well-groomed, modestly dressed, quiet, always the most forgettable one at a party. But it's superficial stuff. You can't rely on that Understand what is going on with a person. Lyman's silence is because he is a shy person. As long as he falls in the crowd, he will have countless thoughts, lest he offend others. He believes in the saying 'others are hell', Jania, both afraid that others might hurt him, and that his ignorance might hurt others, for he lived from birth behind those beautiful walls of rose-colored stone, and knew people only as they were described in books."

Jania stared at Hannah pacing at the end of the bed, swallowing her own opinion about Ermia Lyman out of friendly consideration.

"But that friend of your brother's," Hannah said, thinking again, not quite sure, "he's not as afraid of crowds as Lyman is, and although he's slow to your mother, it's not fear. From his demeanor, what I felt was not fear, but indifference. He was standing here, but he didn't seem to be here ... Yes, I think his silence is a lack of fear."

"Are you still going to praise him for being brave?"

"How can this be a thing, Jania? There is no doubt that the kind of courage we usually call can only appear in people who know fear. It is like birth and death. Courage is fighting against fear." If you really didn't feel any fear at all, then you wouldn't be a brave person...I think that would make you a stupid person, or a dangerous person."

Hannah's eyes wandered again, and Jania knew that the thoughts in her head must be racing at high speed on countless side roads.

"Evil..." Hannah mused, "Lack of awe is very close to evil itself. If a person is not afraid of anything and can never be eaten by a beast, then he may also be a beast."

"That's overly dramatic, Hannah."

"Oh, but it's true, isn't it?" Hannah said lightly. "People who don't fear prison and moral standards can easily commit crimes if they think they are smart enough. And they may be really smart, otherwise You can’t fit into a civilized society that preaches order on the surface. You know, it’s not so easy to show enough respect to someone above you in society when you don’t have any respect at all.”

Yu Xiaorong stared at her with her mouth open.

"God," Hannah blinked at her knowingly, "I'm not that kind of person, Jania. You know, I treat you from the bottom of my heart, with care and respect! You've been like that since you were a kid." Mysterious and sharp, rampant everywhere, full of action..."

"I'll take it as a compliment," Jania said dubiously.

"But you said your brother's friend brought an atmosphere of danger." Hannah went on as if she hadn't heard. "I always believed you could smell the right way, so of course we should assume he was a danger." Characters - While I have absolutely no idea what he's dangerous about yet, I don't think he's the type to be afraid of being hurt by others. He's a medical student, right? So do you think he's ever hurt someone? Maybe He once administered slow poison to patients, or stabbed a man to death from the back relying on his knowledge of human body structure..."

"That's not the kind of thing I'm worried about," Jania protested feebly.

"But he looks like a character for a vendetta story." Hannah counted on her fingers, "an orphan with a vendetta against a kinsman, a heartbroken boy whose love has been taken from him, or a boy killed by the last A victim of betrayal by a good friend..."

"I believe we're going off track, Hannah."

"Fell in love with the same woman as a friend?" Hannah speculated.

"His best friend is my brother, if not his only friend," Jania pointed out with the calm of a seasoned hound.

"Oh, then, does your brother know him very well? Perhaps he harbors some secret malice toward your brother? Jealousy, say?"

"No," Jania hesitated for a few seconds, then repeated in a clearer, more emphatic tone, "I don't think so."

Hannah began to sigh again, with deep disappointment in her voice.

"I wish he had other good friends who had a chance to betray him, or be betrayed by him." She said regretfully, "If only I could guess it right once. And I also like to see such friends turn against each other." How dramatic would that be! Anyway, would you like to hear something from him? I thought I could help you talk to him, because, you know, most people are defensive about me Both are low."

Jania retracted herself into the bed slowly and solemnly, like a diver slowly sinking into the deep sea.She already wanted to avoid this too noisy and lively world, but when Hannah asked repeatedly with anticipation, she bit the bullet and agreed.The only thing that was conclusive, she thought to herself, was that you could indeed be a person's best (or even only) friend and not know anything about what was going on in her or his head.

　Two in one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)