Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Everyone in the room stood up.Malcolm clasped Yu Xiaorong's shoulders and stopped her behind him.Luo Binhan also discovered that Hannah had already got the gun, was holding the handle of the gun with her right hand, and was buckling behind her.Maybe the gun's safety was on, he thought briefly about that, and then he didn't think about it.He stepped out of the bedroom, staring at Lot's knife.

Even though he was doing something so blatantly, Lot wasn't interested at all.The thing held its breath and watched the apricot blossom in the painting wholeheartedly, as if the people around it were irrelevant.Luo Binhan reached out and pressed his temple—he felt as if something was about to pierce through the skin and jump out. When he spoke, his voice was as tired as if he had lost sleep all night: "What did you do?"

Rhode let out a deep gasp.That seemed to be exactly what Luo Binhan heard in the room earlier.It turned out to be Lot.It was the sound of a person on a plateau with thin oxygen and could only pump his chest hard to breathe.Why would a monster have to work so hard to breathe air?

"What happened to him?" someone asked.After a while, Luo Binhan realized that the person who asked the question was not himself, but Yu Xiaorong.

Rhodes gasped again.The blood on the knife was gone, and he walked along the wall, and everyone heard him murmur, "The color."

"What did you say?" Yu Xiaorong asked loudly.

This time Lot sighed, with satisfaction and loss in his voice.He turned his head to look at them, but he didn't seem to see anyone, but he seemed to wave his hand confidently, and then smiled with satisfaction.

"I've never seen that color," he said, clear and steady. "Indeed, that's true. The vines and the fish are sealed in the soil, and you can see the fermentation is such a process. I would say it's the blood at work. Because, we all saw it, the color of the river saw it all."

"Lot!" Yu Xiaorong yelled, his voice stretched like a string that might break at any moment, "What kind of tricks are you playing?"

"From one to ten, two let it go." Lot replied.

Then he hummed euphorically, first hitting two beats with his hands, and then chopping his feet twice. "Bride of the Wind and Baobo, two nasty girls, but after all, they are useful. I see them now, and they are also in the panorama."

He paused for two seconds, then asked politely, "Can I add a slice of lemon to my medicine? It's just a little bit sour, and the oldest medicine is bitter. Well, now that my eyes are open, I totally understand."

No one else in the room spoke.Lot began to breathe hard again, his eyes sparkled, and he had a contented smile on his face.He flicked the bread knife in his hand as if it were a walking stick or an umbrella.Then he hummed the symphony and staggered along the wall until he came to the record player.Hannah Zahn was no longer hiding the gun behind her back, but held it half-raised hesitantly.She didn't shoot immediately, and she was undoubtedly confused by Rhode's unsympathetic madness.

Lot began to fiddle with the record player again, gently and carefully, like wrapping a sleeping baby.His appearance full of tenderness made the hairs stand on end, but Luo Binhan didn't care anymore.In fact, he should really care. He should guard against Rhode's new round of tricks. He should go forward and hold Hannah down to prevent her from acting rashly and encountering danger.But these thoughts just slipped through his head without leaving a trace, and he didn't catch any of them, but went straight to the kitchen.

When he went in, his mind was basically empty, and he didn't have time to imagine what he would see, no matter whether it was good or bad.In the deepest part of the kitchen stood Zhou Yu—probably standing.Zhou Yu leaned his back against the cooking table, bent slightly, and rested his gloved right hand on his abdomen.It was impossible to judge how much blood he had bled from the dark clothing, but he was indeed injured. Luo Binhan saw a puddle of trampled blood on the ground, with faint bloody footprints extending all the way to the door.

Zhou Yu looked up and saw Luo Binhan.Despite his bad complexion, his expression was calm.Luo Binhan quickly walked over to support him, trying to check the wound.But Zhou Yu pressed his hand, shook his head and said, "Don't move yet."

Robin Han does not intend to challenge the judgment of professionals at this time.He asked Zhou Yu to put his arm on his shoulder, feeling a sense of relief in his heart, because Zhou Yu didn't seem to be seriously injured.It must not have stabbed the internal organs, otherwise the person would be like a deflated ball, lying limply on the ground, unable to speak a single word.Now that Zhou Yu can stand on his own, speak as usual, his thoughts are still clear, and the hand holding him is quite strong, at least his life is not in danger.So he helped Zhou Yu to sit on the ground slowly, and asked him to use as little strength as possible.

"I need to find something to bind you up." He said to Zhou Yu, "How do you feel?"

"Fortunately, it should only be a skin trauma."

Zhou Yu moved his hand on his abdomen.Luo Binhan paid close attention to his demeanor to confirm that he was not trying to endure the pain.Probably not, because Zhou Yu's facial muscles are indeed loose, even a little too loose, which is worrying—in the cases he has heard, those who were stabbed through the intestines with a knife often did not feel pain.But that kind of person didn't have the energy to push his shoulders like Zhou Yu did, asking him to pay attention to the movement at the door first.

"That person hasn't left yet? Is your sister okay?"

Luo Binhan agreed indiscriminately.At this moment, he was almost relieved, and the question about Lot entered his head again.

"What's going on?" he asked in a low voice. "Why did he suddenly attack you?"

"I don't know." Zhou Yu said, "Go and see that person first. I'll just deal with it myself."

He spoke quietly, but not weakly.So Luo Binhan took one last look at his abdomen—he really couldn't see anything, the gloves and clothes were almost black in color, and he could only confirm that there was indeed some blood stains—then got up and walked out of the kitchen.The cheerful symphony was played again, entering a soothing prelude for the third time.

Lot was still in front of the record player, while everyone else in the living room had moved to the farthest corner from him, as if avoiding the source of the plague.As soon as Robinhan walked out of the kitchen, Malcolm quietly gestured at him, expressing with his mouth and movements that he thought Rhodes was suffering from an illness.The poor man either took the wrong medicine, or forgot to take the medicine he should have taken.He beckoned to Luo Binhan to stand with them quickly, not to get close to a madman who might have an attack at any time.

Luo Binhan pretended not to understand what he meant, but closed the kitchen door tightly with his backhand, and leaned against the door to look at Luo De who was seven or eight steps away.He didn't have time to ask Zhou Yu what happened, but anyone could tell that Luo De was not normal now.If the monster suddenly decided to kill everyone in sight, Robin Han figured he'd better stand closer.At a few paces away, he could try to pounce on Lot's head, but stand too far, and Lot is not a vegetarian when it comes to his little tricks.So he continued to stand where he was, with one eye on Rhodes and the other on the cell phone he took out of his pocket.

He held his phone up to his face and typed, trying to keep an eye on Rhodes and send messages to Momolo.But keeping your eyes on two different directions at the same time (and recognizing that damn input method keyboard) is much harder than he imagined.The anatomy of the human body is sometimes really unreasonable. His eyesight may be better than ninety-nine out of ten locals now, but he is still not as good as a chameleon or a goat in this respect. The word "help" was first typed as "sister" by him, and then it was mistakenly typed as "calling you".Thank goodness he got it right the third time.He was sweating and pressed the send button, and was about to make another voice call to remind Momoro to read the news, when Rhode suddenly yelled.His fingers twitched slightly due to nervousness, he slid away from the voice dial button, and clicked on the camera function.

A smiling Rhodes appeared on the phone screen.The face, at least on the phone screen, almost looked like a third person.It's not because of the changes in facial features, but because of the dazzling look of joy and happiness.The person in the photo has been fascinated, and has completely fallen into another world.Luo Binhan stared at the boxy picture in his palm.The ecstatic person bathed in light and blood put his ear to the bright and cold copper trumpet, listening to the prelude step by step to the climax.He was like an overdrunk guest at a family dinner, intoxicated, insane, in the depths of dreams and heaven.Luo Binhan stared intently, wanting to exit from the shooting interface, but pressed the shutter button with his finger, and sent this extremely charming but extremely ugly photo to Momolo.He hesitated and resent the voice request.

Then the kitchen door opened.Luo Binhan turned his head and looked back, and saw Zhou Yu had come out holding onto the door frame, with no trace of blood on his face.He glanced over Luo Binhan's shoulder at Rhodes, then lowered his head, his shoulders slightly convulsed a few times, his fingers gripping his abdomen gradually tightened, it seemed that the delayed onset of pain had finally come to him.Luo Binhan was going to help him, but Rhode shrugged his shoulders at this moment.

"Ah, all right," he said with absent-minded eyes, "I don't believe that door is telling the truth, but let's see what it is all about."

He staggered away from the record player.Zhou Yu coughed twice, pointed at him, and reminded Luo Binhan to pay attention to the number one threat.That is indeed a more secure approach.Luo Binhan put the mobile phone in the voice dialer into his pocket, and casually picked up the heavy jade ashtray beside it, a gift from Liu Ling.He could throw it at Lot's head at any time to see if he could smash it.He wasn't the only one with such ideas, either.Malcolm nimbly slipped to the corner and took the metal baseball bat hidden in the cabinet in his hand.Yu Xiaorong didn't get anything, she was hugged by her mother forcefully, retreated to the stairs leading to the second floor, and stared at him fiercely—no, it was more like staring at his back.Beside her, Hannah Zahn seemed to be whispering how she could aim better.

Everyone is ready to move, except Zhou Yu's situation is a bit bad.His rapid breathing was so obvious even in the roaring music, almost in sync with Rhode's staggering steps.Some kind of hidden worry came to Luo Binhan's mind, but Zhou Yu still pointed at Luo De, insisting that he pay attention to the madman's condition.He had to agree that the judgment was correct.

In the ecstasy of the climax, Rhodes is almost like a dancer on an opera stage.His body swayed crookedly, and he walked towards the entrance step by step.No one understood what his purpose was, or if he had one.He waved his arms kindly, greeted the invisible audience around him, opened the front door and walked out of the house.He didn't close the door again, so everyone could see from the open door that he took two steps outside, and he was about to walk into the yard in this way.Then he covered his face with the palm of his left hand, turned to face the door, and peered through his fingers at something above the door frame—a surveillance camera used to check visitors.That was the only possibility that Luo Binhan could think of.

Covering his face with one hand, Rhode looked at the camera for half a minute, then slowly raised the bread knife and threw a shining arc in the air.The orchestral and intertwined melody followed the tip of the knife, and the army cymbal clang and clang advanced, one higher than the other, pushing this absurd comedy to a happy ending—then he threw the knife out into the depths of the hallway.Malcolm pounced and kicked the knife far into the living room.Hannah ran up behind him, offering him cover with her gun raised.

"No!" said a high-pitched voice, "No no no no no no no!"

Luo Binhan felt a burst of electricity scraping across his scalp, leaving spasms.The person who screamed was Lot, or something in Lot's body.The voice was not like a living thing at all, no matter how good an opera singer could make such a movement as if the vocal cords were about to be torn.He hurried forward to drag the nearest Hannah and Malcolm back.But then he heard a terrible sound almost crying from Lot.

"You!" The voice of that thing was like the piercing screeching of chalk scratching across the blackboard, and the whole community might have woken up from a nightmare, "You can't do this to me!"

Then he was quiet.The left hand that covered the face slipped down.His head jerked forward, hitting the wall hard.boom!The loud noise was like a dull and heavy drumbeat.boom!Then there was another hit.boom!The red rain splashed into the entrance, making Yu Qingshu scream.Malcolm had turned to cover Hannah's eyes.bang bang bang!They finally heard that the voice was moving with the melody, as if an involuntary skin drum was being beaten violently with all its strength.bang bang!They vaguely heard the sound of the broken drumhead, the broken hammer of the desperate drum and the splash of wet sweat.bang bang!
The trumpet is like a swarm of bees dancing in carnival.boom!The strings linger and repeat, mockingly.boom!Asymptotically ending.bang bang!The last three bars.boom!boom!boom!the last syllable.boom.The stylus spins idly, and everything is silent.

Only the drumming continued.boom.boom.boom.boom.boom.boom.The thing in front of the door can no longer stand up.It twitched and slid to the ground, only its head was still violently hitting the floor tiles again and again.Blood, and some other strangely colored liquid splashed across the door frame.There was a noise mixed in the air, and it was difficult for Luo Binhan to distinguish whether it came from the record player behind him or the panting of the thing at the door.boom.The pace is getting slower and slower.boom.The movement became lighter and lighter.boom.

Malcolm had grabbed Hannah, forcing her to turn her back to the door.He pushed Hannah, who was also pale, back into the living room, making sure that the minor couldn't see the entrance.Luo Binhan met his gaze, but neither of them could speak.There was a faint siren sound in the distance, but Luo Binhan didn't know if it was an auditory hallucination brought about by his overcongested brain.He was dizzy and couldn't describe how he felt, but slowly put the heavy jade ashtray back on the table.Yes, he thought Lot was no longer a threat now.

This thought made him numbly take out his mobile phone, wanting to tell Momolo the latest situation, so that he doesn't have to rush to the rescue any more.Only then did he realize that there were only two eye-catching red exclamation marks on the chat interface.Some kind of unfortunate network problem prevented his distress messages and photos from being sent out at all, and his voice was not sent out at all.Brilliant, this was an unbelievably unlucky accident, a stupid and fatal mistake, enough to kill them all!But...it doesn't matter now.

He stared at the phone screen, as if several hours had passed, there was no movement around him, only bumps one after another.When the clock number on the mobile phone changed twice, there was finally no sound at the door, but there seemed to be noise gradually in the distance.This night will soon become more lively, and it will be completely noisy and boiling, but Luo Binhan's attention is no longer on the hearing, he just stares at the phone, the music just echoed in his head, until someone coughed painfully behind him.

He turned around in a daze.It's Zhou Yu.In the chaos just now, Zhou Yu had already walked out from the kitchen, and was leaning against the place where Rhode had stood next to the record player.The blood glistened slightly on his glove, and he was still pressing on his stomach, not looking relaxed.Luo Binhan wanted to help him sit down, but Zhou Yu still just shook his head.

"I'm fine. In this situation... call the police first."

"There's an ambulance." Malcolm said, handing Yu Qingshu his mobile phone from his pocket.He hadn't forgotten his lack of trust with the police at the moment.Who wouldn't think he'd had too much to drink if he called the local police to say someone had been killed in front of his house?Luo Binhan almost suspected that he had eaten something wrong.

Yu Qingshu dialed the number with a pale face, and the others seemed to be frozen, still at a loss for this bizarre and terrifying night.Luo Binhan stood there for a while, and finally decided to go to the door to make some shelter.Of course, you can't mess with the traces at the door, so as not to make it unclear when the police come, but there is no need for the family to keep staring at the scene outside the door.So he limped towards the entrance, stopped when he passed Yu Xiaorong, put his hands on her shoulders from behind, and felt her whole body suddenly tense, like a wild animal hearing the sound of a distant gunshot.

"Don't stare there." He said as softly as possible, "go sit upstairs for a while."

Yu Xiaorong looked back at him.There was fear in her tense face, but there was something else besides that, something lurking deeper and repressed.Her eyes first looked at his face, then fell on his lap.They both have a lot of questions about each other, but enough is enough, they both have had enough tonight, it's time for a good rest.

"Both of us need to be disinfected and bandaged." Luo Binhan changed his words, "And Zhou Yu. Where are the medicines and bandages at home? On the second floor? I can't remember. Can you help me get them?"

Yu Xiaorong broke away from his hand and walked behind him.Luo Binhan continued to clean up the mess in the hallway.They passed each other.But behind his back, Yu Xiaorong didn't really go upstairs, Yu Xiaorong—Jennia had her own thoughts.

I know what's going on.That was what she was thinking at that moment.She walked straight towards the deepest part of the living room.I know who did it.She whispered, her hands curled up tightly.The wound that ran through her palm made her tremble with pain, but now she needed this pain, she needed physical vigilance to overcome instinctive fear.

Jania resisted all the urges to writhe in her chest, and looked up at the person next to the record player.The man, as if fully expecting her thoughts, was staring at her with a vacant expression, or maybe his eyes were just vacantly looking at where she was standing.One of his hands was still pressing on his abdomen (as if he had suffered a serious injury), while the other hand seemed to be carelessly resting on the record player, stroking the flower-shaped horn as if rewarding a docile dog.The memory of the seaside came back to Jania's mind, it was her secret, not only Zhou Wenxing, Chi Labin and Klein, but also this person—she didn't even know if it was a human being.

The machine does look like a good dog to you, doesn't it?She asked silently with her eyes, maybe the movement it made helped you?So that you could play Lot like a dog?You killed him in front of us like you casually hammered a broken drum, did the scene make you happy?

The thing leaning against the golden copper flower, the real horror lurking in the room, now quietly turned its face to the sharp edge of the petal.He wrapped his arms around the copper flower, and raised a finger to his lips.Hush—but don't spoil the show.A morbid and mocking smile clearly appeared on that defiant face.