Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 885 The Eve

"Blackbeard is home!" said Malcolm, wearing his fake pirate beard.He was about to raise his long tinfoil knife to pose for the next pose, only to realize that it was a stranger who opened the door for him.

Zhou Yu looked at him silently, looking at his overly gorgeous three-cornered hat and the fake beard that covered half of his face.

"Oh, hello," Malcolm said, putting down the fake knife and taking a step back, "Another new neighbor, who just moved in in the past two years? I think I probably went to the wrong door, or remembered it wrong House number..."

He looked suspiciously at the beagle-shaped door plate, and turned his head to look at the water pipes in the courtyard holding the monster, as if wondering how any neighbor could be so similar to him in aesthetics and creativity.

"If you don't mind," he prudently asked in English, "please tell me, is there a family named Yu near here..."

"Yes." Luo Binhan stood behind Zhou Yu and said, "It's right here."

Malcolm put his head over Zhou Yu's shoulder, trying hard to see Luo Binhan's face in the dark.He suddenly yelled in surprise, threw away the fake knife and rushed in.Zhou Yu was so frightened by him that he dodged to the side, but Luo Binhan still stood still.His experience had taught him how an artist greets acquaintances, and he did get a warm bear hug right after.Malcolm also said a long string of English words in his ear, presumably they were greetings, but Robin Han couldn’t understand a few words at all—Malcolm always put on a strong Scottish accent when he was excited, if he If you don't speak slowly, even Yu Xiaorong may not be able to understand what he means.But Luo Binhan can't complain about this, his accent must be uncomfortable to the locals.

"I just came here last Saturday." He waited for Malcolm to let go of his arm and said, "I didn't expect you to be on vacation too."

"How about Africa?" Malcolm asked jokingly.Luo Binhan had been prepared to confuse the past, and then asked: "How is Spain?"

Malcolm was about to speak in an instant.The look on his face showed that he could talk for three days and three nights on the subject, about those old villages and castles and churches, about those ghostly legends that cling to spiritual beliefs and desolate wilderness, and perhaps sprinkle olive oil Delicious Spanish cuisine and terrifying gangster stories.With his artist heart who loves life and sees everything, as well as a pair of vivid eloquence, people will soon forget Africa and turn their hearts to the Mediterranean.

Unfortunately, Yu Qingshu came out of the study at this time.Because of the presence of the junior, she was very reserved when she saw Malcolm, but the latter never understood these things.Malcolm immediately put Spain aside, went up to hug and kiss her passionately.

"Where did this beauty come from?" He said affectionately, "My little rabbit..."

Before he had time to say something that might shock Zhou Yu, Luo Binhan coughed softly, pretending that there were flies flying on the ceiling.Yu Qingshu pushed Malcolm away, blushing but still majesticly asked Malcolm to move the luggage into the bedroom first.When she went in to help tidy up, she closed the door behind her, and Luo Binhan, who was downstairs, sat back on the sofa with a sigh of relief, and turned up the volume of the TV to the maximum.

"It will take a while for them to come down." He greeted Zhou Yu and asked him not to stand at the door.Zhou Yu glanced upstairs, walked back to the guest room silently, and continued to work on the laptop with tasks that Luo Binhan could not understand.In order to give him a quiet space, Luo Binhan had to sit on the sofa in the living room and play with his mobile phone.He messaged Momolo again, but got no reply, so he imagined that Momolo was somewhere out of reach of the network signal, like in the middle of an empty desert, or on the top of a high mountain surrounded by clouds and mist.Then he thought of other less romantic possibilities, such as thieves plundering sheep in busy stations, or those bag companies that claim to help find jobs.

But there is no need to worry about it, he quickly reminded himself that these dark fears are all aimed at the inner members of this society.For Momolo, this solo trip was like walking in a field infested with mosquitoes. Although it may not be very pleasant, it will never be dangerous in any real sense.

Bored, he opened the work-related contact group, and saw a long list of unread message reminders, which seemed endless.Most of the news here may be meaningless greetings and blessings, or there are certain procedures that require his participation, but he doesn't want to read it at all right now.It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, if the matter is really important, Nan Mingguang would have found him long ago.

A sci-fi drama series in German was broadcast on TV, and Luo Binhan could only half-guess when watching it, half-understood.It seems to be telling a story about three brothers and sisters trying to survive the doomsday.There must have been an even more intricate setting to the story, because even though most of the characters are dressed like tribal savages, they are fighting with rifles and armored vehicles.He lost his mind while looking at it. For a while, he thought that the elder sister of the three siblings looked like Yu Xiaorong from some angles (if Yu Xiaorong was his older sister, he might point a rifle at him like this), and for a while he thought about Momolo Have you ever watched similar programs—their primitive people trapped in the wilderness operate the wishing machine to fight each other.But how?He had seen a (or should I say a) genuine wishing machine, but he couldn't run to the battlefield with an eighth in his hand.

Maybe it wasn't like shooting each other with rifles.He grabbed a pillow at random, imagined that he was holding the collar of Friday, ordering her to destroy all enemies who stood in his way.But he didn't really think that Zhou Ba could do such a thing. She would probably just wave her hands and say hugs to him, neither understanding what "obstruction" was, nor what "enemy" was.So if he really wanted to use Friday as a weapon to conquer the world, the first thing he had to do was teach her how to speak and obey.He wants to pour the nine-year compulsory education and everything that can be considered common sense in this society into her head, so that she will not regard a cleaner who accidentally tripped him as his enemy.But in that way, maybe Zhou Ba will realize that his request is undoubtedly against the law, and they are a pair of outlaw fanatics, so he has to make Zhou Ba be absolutely loyal to him (not her class teacher).That was really too difficult. He knew very well that when he was in elementary school, he was more afraid of his parents or the head teacher.

The modern hominids on TV started a fierce gun battle, but Robin Han was completely immersed in the imagination of how to command the eighth to conquer the world.This is obviously a necessary sacrifice.He couldn't let Friday be taught by someone he couldn't control. In fact, he'd better not let anyone teach her. It's better that she only understand what he said, not others.He had to put her in a place isolated from outsiders, and even created a special language, a language that only he and Zhou Ba understood, so that no one else could ask Zhou Ba to do things anymore.

But these two things are actually contradictory—he can’t cut off Zhou Ba’s contact with the outside world, and at the same time make her understand everything outside by relying on a invented language.He was trying to cram so many nouns and definitions into her head, some of which even he couldn't really say he understood.It is impossible for him to do this with his own mouth and a pile of textbooks. Therefore, when he needs some kind of efficient learning machine, it is not just to make Zhou Ba not click anywhere, but to learn the whole concept. The systems migrated into her head.That would inevitably involve the data interface - it seemed that he would not only have to restrict Eighth's freedom, but at least punch a hole in her head.

With his eyes closed, he imagined what he would have to do on his way to conquer the world—mostly child abuse.He also knew that these measures were not thought up by himself, but came from Yale Liga's warning.She told him this to show him how risky it would be to proclaim the true origin of Friday, even though, as far as it was going, it was no longer a useful wishing machine.The wish of the Celestial Horn seems to have severed the connection between the data input module and the task realization module, so that she can only occasionally and uncontrollably display a little magical ability.It's a blessing from a pure race - but is it really a blessing?he asked himself.Without the participation of the Celestial Horns, what would be presented to the world would not be a living thing, but an omnipotent and exquisite machine.Because the Celestial Horns brought life (or at least the appearance of life) to the machine, she could be tortured, hurt, and even killed.Did she become like this voluntarily?Naturally the question is meaningless, as no one can agree or disagree with his own birth.And since even birth does not depend on self-awareness, how can it be said that people are born free?He gradually began to be unable to distinguish the difference between Friday and ordinary life, because they were all born out of other people's wishes anyway.What is the difference between the eighth and the daughter of the horned man?

After what seemed like a century, the upstairs door finally opened.Malcolm walked out from inside with a smile on his face, but Yu Qingshu didn't follow.He walked down the stairs briskly, and opened his arms towards Luo Binhan who was sitting on the sofa numbly.Luo Binhan looked at him absently, looking at the second man his mother loved in her life.Malcolm was undoubtedly handsome and charming when he was young, but he was only two years younger than Yu Qingshu. In addition, his wandering and no-fixed lifestyle in his early years made it difficult to hide the wrinkles around his eyes and slightly convex belly.Long before Luo Binhan left here, he would often touch the sparse top of his head and joke that he was going to buy the most eye-catching wig.

Malcolm can only be described as "handsome for his age" today, but he still has a peculiarly innocent and romantic look about his face, which makes people feel happy to see him.Luo Binhan guessed that this was what attracted Yu Qingshu to him.It's really hard to get angry with such an optimistic and enthusiastic person, although he may cause trouble from time to time.

Malcolm really cared about everyone around him sincerely. For example, at this moment, he lowered his arms and asked Robinhan a little puzzled: "Why are you hugging a pillow like this?"

Luo Binhan lowered his head and saw that he had already hugged the sofa pillow in his arms like a baby.Luckily the man across from him is Malcolm, a man in his fifties who can waltz with a giant teddy bear, so he puts the pillow back on his lap without embarrassment.

"I'm thinking about a great plan." Robin Han said seriously, "Conquer the world."

Malcolm took a sharp breath: "You mean, start with this pillow?"

"Of course!" Luo Binhan said with great emotion, "First this pillow, then elementary school compulsory education, and finally the whole world!"

"The whole world!" Malcolm yelled enthusiastically, completely unaware of the situation.

Yu Qingshu poked his head out of the bedroom and hissed at them impatiently: "Don't make such a noise, Leo will be annoying later."

She spoke too late.Leo, who was taking a nap in the garden in the backyard, had already rushed into the room, barking heartily at them.Luo Binhan rushed over to pinch its mouth, and it jumped and fled under the table.When Luo Binhan drove it into the front yard viciously, Zhou Yu had already walked out of the guest room, standing by the wall and looking at Malcolm quietly.

"Hello, brother." Malcolm said, slumped on the sofa, "Are you from Africa too? Then your sunscreen is really good!"

Luo Binhan heard this sentence when he entered the door.He also saw the thought on Zhou Yu's face, he seemed to be weighing how he should call a person who called him "brother" but was also his aunt's spouse.Luo Binhan had thought about this question before, but he had long since given up thinking about it.He pushed Zhou Yu to the side of the sofa and sat down, first explained Zhou Yu's origin to Malcolm, and then told Zhou Yu why Malcolm suddenly appeared.

"This is Mal," he reminded. "Malcolm, I told you. We all call him 'Mal.'"

Zhou Yu still nodded unaccustomed, and was almost welcomed by Malcolm's bear hug.This time it was Yu Qingshu who went downstairs to save him.

"Don't look so bad." She patted Malcolm's thick and scarred arm away, "Go wash your face first, it's dirty."

Malcolm gave her a loving look, and then walked away step by step.Yu Qingshu greeted Zhou Yu pretending not to care, and asked him what drink he would like to drink.

"Coffee." Luo Binhan answered for him, "He was scared to death by Mal, Mom. Give him some coffee to calm down."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"You didn't see the look on his face when he opened the door and saw Mal, Mom. Mal was acting like a Spanish pirate."

Yu Qingshu glared at him: "Why do you just sit and let the guests answer the door?"

Luo Binhan was a little puzzled when he remembered that he was indeed sitting in the living room when the doorbell rang, while Zhou Yu seemed to be still in the guest room.But for some reason, Zhou Yu got to the entrance one step ahead of him and opened the door for Malcolm.

"I probably didn't hear it then," he said with a shrug.

Zhou Yu also raised his head and said, "I'm just by the door."

The topic passed inconsequentially.Yu Qingshu got up and went to the kitchen to prepare coffee and seaweed tea, and came back shortly after to listen to Malcolm's trip to Spain.

"It's amazing," Malcolm said cheerfully. "Our project was in trouble. Like the budget, and people who came in and stole things. We were sleeping in the village once, and suddenly there were gunshots outside. , and someone was banging on the door. We had to escape through the window... Of course, little rabbit, there is no real danger. Just a small conflict among their locals, and we will take care not to get involved."

Yu Qingshu raised his eyebrows behind the mist rising from the tea.Malcolm began to smile affectionately at her again.

"Felicino thinks we've got to give up halfway," he continued. "He's got a lot of people to raise enough money, but it's a thankless job. Most of the people in the village don't care about it." The small church is very old, but there is nothing of value, and the tourists are not very interested. We thought that these funds and people could barely get the job done... But it seems that we are not very good at reckoning."

He made a grimace: "But a local cultural relics protection foundation approached us. They said that they intend to fund our project, but the condition is that they must first let their own team do the evaluation and formulate some restoration standards and so on. We had absolutely nothing to do during this time, so Felicino decided to give us a long vacation to rest."

Yu Qingshu asked vigilantly, "Do you know about that foundation?"

"Felicino said that they mainly work for a few wealthy local people, managing charitable projects and so on. The man who came to talk to us is also a lawyer, little bunny. He really sounds like you sometimes. "

"They were very generous? But they didn't mention any conditions?"

"They're working on a restoration standard, dear."

"But that's not good for them." Yu Qingshu said suspiciously, "The little churches you want to build won't make money for them. Then why should they support you?"

"Maybe they're making two-handed preparations." Malcolm speculated optimistically, "If there is a soul trial, their angel lawyer will have defense materials to use."

"No way." Yu Qingshu said coldly, "People in our industry usually don't go to that place."

Malcolm laughed, stretched out his arms to hug Yu Qingshu who was trying to dodge, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.Luo Binhan turned his head to see if Zhou Yu would be dumbfounded, but this time Zhou Yu didn't look cramped at all, he just smiled calmly.That smile didn't look like a conjugal intimacy.

"What are you laughing at?" Luo Binhan asked quietly.

Zhou Yu shook his head, got up and walked to the guest room.Malcolm turned his head and asked, "How did he leave?"

"Don't ask." Luo Binhan said, "He's jealous of your long vacation."

(End of this chapter)