Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 912 Parrot Song
When Luo Binhan walked out of the parking lot, it happened to be raining lightly on the street.He was a little worried about his clothes, so he turned on his phone and checked the weather. It only said that it was cloudy and cloudy, and there would be no sudden thunderstorm.After hesitating for a moment, he continued to walk along the shop. The weather was a bit muggy, and a bit of rain was comforting.With the decoration of lights, the streets at night always look very different from those in the daytime.There is also a slightly intoxicating scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, which makes one want to find a place to sit, add a few ice cubes to the sparkling alcoholic drink, and listen to them clinking in the glass.

It is not at all difficult to satisfy this desire in the downtown area at ten o'clock at night.It's just that Luo Binhan didn't want to squeeze into the crowd.He has seen too many faces that hide their true emotions today, but if he suddenly faces another group of people who are not hiding, to witness the most straightforward animal indulgence, he will eventually feel bored.There was only one place where he could sit quietly at the moment, if it wasn't closed.

"Gun N' Roses" was still where it was.This store once made Luo Binhan confused about its nature, but now, after more than a month of surfing the Internet, he has re-graduated into a modern person with qualified fashion, and can smoothly say the words "day coffee and night wine".This word fully demonstrates the contradictions and involution of modernity, but the store that upholds such a business philosophy is actually in such a bad condition, which is exactly the magical color that Luo Binhan urgently needs at this moment.

He slipped in through a narrow doorway hidden behind a street tree.The decoration inside is still the same, but no one can see it.The staff lounge was locked, he pressed the electric bell on the counter, and the lingering sound echoed in the dim light.

Luo Binhan thought that either the law and order in Lihai City had reached the level of keeping doors open at night in the past two years, or everything in this shop had vicious curses against thieves attached.He is more inclined to the latter, because it is obviously easier to cover a shop with magic than to cover a city, at least the common sense he accepts supports this.The wishing machine is another matter, the wishing machine has nothing to do with this land.He got himself a can of stout and a box of ice cubes from the freezer.He couldn't help but feel ridiculously stupid as the bubbles bubbled up.First ran to Regenberg to eat hot pot, then drank beer in Lihai City; worried about Luo Jiaotian's college entrance examination aspirations on the Silence, and now began to wonder where Momolo went.

He still didn't feel particularly worried, or particularly angry.The shop smells of coffee beans and pine, giving everything a lazy tan hue.The origami red roses adorning the walls are a bit damp, but under the unfading appearance, it reveals a sluggish charm.There are fewer imitation bullet casings than last time, probably because the shopkeeper finds it inconvenient to clean.All poetic and picturesque ideas must give way to the convenience of reality.While drinking beer, Luo Binhan looked around and felt that the climate in the store had already lost touch with the outside world, entering the bleak and declining autumn ahead of schedule.

Probably not a storefront issue.He reflected on his own thoughts, maybe just because he himself was not in a good mood at the moment.But that wasn't pure resentment, it was just a rather plain loss, a little joy and peace gushing out of the huge setback.The future is vague and terrifying, and fate is doomed to be tragic, but at least at this moment, sitting alone in a fantasy dream belonging to others, a person can escape his own limitations.Only at this kind of moment, he can imagine without worry, about the future, about life, what will happen in the end?How would he manage his affairs if the days went on and on and nothing beyond the mundane presented itself to him?

It was easy to imagine that everyone he knew would die before him.But his own "death period" is even earlier, before the aging speed reveals obvious abnormalities, his social identity must die.In such a society where Internet information is becoming more and more dense, if you want to hide in the deep mountains and forests and bury your head in farming, or live as an anonymous person in the urban area for hundreds of years, it is not something that can be done just by talking.Unless he also knows how to hypnotize and brainwash others.

However, for the first 40 years in Lihai City, it may work to forge a legal identity for yourself.After that, when the network he could use gradually disintegrated, he had to leave here and go to countries with backward household registration systems.If Antie had been around at that time, she would have been able to help a lot.As for money?Maybe he could learn a craft that was useful in the backcountry, like carpentry or weaving.He can also transfer part of the value-preserving assets to Zhou Yu when "Luo Binhan" is still alive, and come back from time to time in the following hundreds of years to visit Zhou Yu's descendants and get some operating capital from them.At that time, he could still chat with them about Zhou Yu's affairs, and become a mysterious and unpredictable ancestor legend - when he thought of this, he suddenly woke up and noticed the biggest loophole in this daydream.What if Zhou Yu had no offspring at all?

Maybe it's time to pay attention to Luo Jiaotian's love life.When he secretly thought this way, someone walked in from the door of the store.Luo Binhan looked up.Both sides froze in surprise.

"You?" said Anthony Kent.

Luo Binhan slowly let go of the wine glass, and the smile on his face disappeared. "It's me," he looked at the other party, "what's the matter with you?"

Standing in front of him was the red-haired foreign youth, the mysterious friend he met in this store.Although more than half a month has passed, Anthony may not be tired of the city.When Luo Binhan came to "Gun Flower", he was vaguely looking forward to meeting this person, or meeting the owner of the shop who had never shown up before.However, the reunited old friend in front of him was completely different from what Luo Binhan expected.

In just three weeks or so of separation, the man has lost weight dramatically.He was thin enough before, and not tall for his own race, but now he was emaciated and emaciated.Two deep and black eye sockets made the eyeballs more prominent, and the hair was dry and messy.Perhaps because of psychological factors, Luo Binhan even felt that his hairline was higher than before, and there were tiny and fine red rashes on his forehead.

Anthony Kent hesitated for a moment, but finally walked towards Robin Han and sat down on the chair opposite him.His deep blue eyes had completely lost their agility, Mu Leng was terribly empty, yet he showed a morbid excitement, just like the state Luo Jiayang was in when he was finally caught by Luo Binhan after playing in the Internet cafe for two days and two nights.

"I didn't expect you to come," Anthony said.He immediately lowered his head and grabbed the messy hair with both hands, as if trying to wake himself up.Luo Binhan observed him, wondering whether the other party had taken some drugs during this time.

"You seem to be sick." He said calmly, "What's the matter? Are you not acclimatized?"

Anthony raised his head, pulled the corner of his mouth hastily and smiled. "I haven't slept well these days," he said almost helplessly, "I didn't pay attention to my work and rest time, and there was someone smoking in the restaurant two days ago."

He rubbed his forehead painfully.It was only then that Luo Binhan realized that this person was severely allergic to nicotine.He didn't find pinholes on Anthony's exposed arm, or smell any pungent odor.So he eased his tone: "You should rest for a few days and have a good sleep."

Anthony squeezed out another blunt smile, which almost meant pain in Robinhan's eyes. "I encountered something that I can't figure out." He said dryly, "I...I can't figure out what's going on."

He stood up unsteadily and went to the bar to grab a can of heavy sparkling wine.Luo Binhan couldn't help frowning, feeling as if he had an obligation to stop this behavior.He is not very familiar with the other party, but the other party's appearance is really too wrong.Even if this person died suddenly in front of his eyes, it would not be surprising.

"Are you in trouble?"

Anthony shook his head, making it clear that he didn't want to go into details.He took a sip of the wine, and the blood quickly flushed on his face.But that wasn't a sign either, I'm afraid he hasn't eaten for hours.

"How are you?" He asked Luo Binhan back, "I remember you said before you left last time that you would go abroad to see relatives."

"Indeed." Luo Binhan followed his words, "It's just that there was an accident and it was delayed for a few days."

"I thought you had already forgotten this place." Anthony said, finally there was some sincerity in the forced smile, "Leave your 'dream memories' and live your life in reality."

"Real life?"

"Go to work, drink, play some games," Anthony said wearily, "whatever you like or need to do, anyway, stay away from this made-up daydream."

He waved his hand violently, as if he wanted to slap the whole store away.Luo Binhan sensed an inexplicable resentment from his words and deeds.He realized that this was his breakthrough.

"I like daydreaming," he said immediately, with mock relief. "Why don't you come? I was just delayed by something else."

"About your relatives?"

"All kinds of accidents. I went out of the country, got a serious illness, and some things about my own business-after all, I have to eat before daydreaming."

"You don't seem to be short of money."

"It's not just about money." Luo Binhan raised his hands, trying to grab something that didn't exist on his chest, "Every family has its own scriptures that are hard to recite! I have other social roles to play... I can't leave other responsibilities out of this place of our daydreams. But seriously, I escaped here today to get some peace. I'm getting a little tired of real life."

"So," Anthony took another sip of his drink, "I didn't come at the right time?"

"You came at just the right time!" Robin Han said, "I've just finished dealing with real-life matters-not completely, but I have a general idea. Now is a good time for me to come here every week to fool around. Come on, let's play music and dance."

"You might as well go to a lively dance hall to have fun. I think you look like the type who likes to blend in with the crowd to show off."

"What kind of nonsense is this?" Luo Binhan said dissatisfiedly, "Just because I look like an unstable person? I just like to have fun in places where no one knows, can't I?"

Anthony smiled weakly, and his hard shoulders suddenly loosened.The small talk seems to have drained his energy, preventing him from maintaining the boundaries he should have.Luo Binhan also felt it. There is a strange atmosphere in this store tonight. The decadent autumn atmosphere lingers in the dark outside the lights, and the clusters of crystals growing in the surrounding paper flower caves are gradually forcing people move closer.Anthony Kent is in such a mood, and will be knocked out of a gap at any time.

"I've had a bad few days," said the foreigner. "I thought about leaving. But..."

He didn't go on.Luo Binhan suggested, "Eat something."

"I haven't eaten anything in the store these days."

"Where is the owner?"

"No, he seems to have encountered something this week."

"He's really not afraid that others will vacate the store." Luo Binhan muttered.In the end, he stood up and went to the bakery outside to buy some toast, and even took a bag of peanuts for himself.He returned to "Guns N' Roses" and threw the toast in front of Anthony.

"A relative of mine died on the wine table." He said before Anthony spoke, "drank half a catty of white wine on an empty stomach, and then died of acid poisoning. I don't want to be murdered."

Anthony no longer objected.He swallowed the bread rather numbly.Luo Binhan peeled the peanuts boredly, wondering what happened to this person.

"Do you believe in ghosts?" the other party asked suddenly.

Robin Han glanced at him. "The kind who would stand by the bedside and watch you in the middle of the night?"

"Have you met?"

"That's not true. But if you go to the Internet to find a supernatural video, the comments below will all love to tell this kind of story."

Anthony's cheeks twitched, looking somewhat disappointed. "What about the people around you?" He asked still hesitantly, "Anyone you can trust who won't lie to you? Have any of them ever seen a ghost?"

"I don't remember anyone seeing it," Luo Binhan said.He realized that the problem was not unfounded. "What's wrong? Did you bump into a ghost?"

Anthony looked hesitant. "You won't believe it...not even myself."

"There are many things I didn't believe in before." Luo Binhan said indifferently, "Now I can accept anything. You can tell me that you were hijacked by a group of fly people."

"Not much difference."

Now Luo Binhan was really surprised.He carefully looked at the red-haired foreigner, trying to figure out why he should be sent to the police by the cosmic police. "Are you really kidnapped?"

"My program was hijacked," Anthony said.

Luo Binhan stopped rubbing the peanut seed coat.He stared at each other for a few seconds. "How about going to the next anti-virus software?"

"No, that's not the case," said Anthony anxiously, as if he didn't know how to explain it.Luo Binhan looked at his fingers and found that although the man's nails were short, the edges were very uneven, and he might have the habit of biting his nails.And when he appeared this time, he was empty-handed and didn't take anything.

"Where's your computer?" he asked.

"Send it for repair."

"Broken? You can't fix it yourself?"

Maybe for bread's sake, Anthony didn't frown at him, just said: "You understand that I'm just a coder?"

"I sometimes ask people from the Ministry of Information to help me repair my computer." Luo Binhan said sincerely, "I don't know if they just write code, anyway, as long as the computer can be used in the end."

"They're going to hate you," Anthony said. "They're really going to hate you."

Robin Han disagreed.The hatred of the engineering students is of course to be considered, but the screwdrivers of the financial staff are not bad.Not to mention that he himself was secretly telling Zhou Yu jokes about property inheritance rights and brake failure.

"Let's talk about your haunted computer." He said openly. "Ghostfaces appearing on the computer? Turn all your program icons into pandas?"

"That's a virus. I can tell if a problem is caused by a virus, okay?"

"Really? What if it's a particularly new virus?"

At this point in the conversation, Anthony Kent finally had some vitality on his face, and he might have been offended by the layman's stupid words.Silently he gripped the bag of toast and rolled it into a solid ball.

"I have an ex-girlfriend." He took a deep breath and said, "I mentioned it to you."

"Yes. You broke up quite suddenly."

"I've been wondering why."

Robin Han shrugged.What he didn't say was that all breakups in the world are ultimately unsuitable. "The past is the past. What's the use of finding the reason?"

"I know, I know. But... there must be a reason here? I didn't say I don't accept the breakup, I just want to know what the real reason is."

Robin Han no longer refuted.He gave half of the peeled peanuts to the other party, and then poured beer for himself.He thought to himself that his dreamy night should end with listening to other people's emotional gossip, and he was full.

"I think about this question from time to time." Anthony said, "I asked her, text messages, phone calls, emails, account private messages, and she didn't reply to anything. If she just gave an answer, I would be relieved—"

"Did she really say nothing?"

"She said we were not suitable."

"Oh." Luo Binhan said, "You still feel dissatisfied?"

"That's not really a reason."

Luo Binhan briefly lost his mind.He thought of the saying circulating on the Internet-the real love experts are those who have never been in love.This statement may be pure nonsense, but at this moment he does have a sense of detachment.He seems to be an eminent monk who has attained the Tao, and with a pair of ruthless eyes, he sees through the mortal confusion of the down-and-out young man in front of him.

"That's not a real reason!" Anthony repeated, as if he knew what was on his mind.

"Okay, okay." Luo Binhan said.A hill of peanut shells was piled up in front of his desk.

"For a while, I might have overlooked something, so I sorted out all our chat records to see if there were any clues. There were about a dozen G. We sent a lot of things to each other, pictures and Documents and the like. There are too many, I read them for two whole weeks, and I still feel that I can’t check them one by one..."

"Don't you think this is a bit too much?" Luo Binhan said.Place the peeled peanuts on top of the beer can.

"I put these materials into an optimized retrieval software." Anthony continued, and he seemed unable to stop at the moment, "I tagged the materials of different types and dates, so that I can easily think of something Then I thought, if I can't find an idea, maybe I should set the data to shuffle, and maybe one day I will stumble across a useful one."

"Ah." Luo Binhan said slowly.Chen Wei suddenly came to his mind, and it was in this store that the priest-like and solemn Dharma Sword listened to his confession about his sister.He had to put down the peanuts he was rubbing in his hand.

"It's useless." Anthony said selflessly, the rash on his forehead became more obvious, "It's useless. Then one day, I went to the forum to find a piece of open source code, and I saw someone asked a question about model training. He I wanted to use an online ready-made language library for the character dialogue in the game. At that time, I suddenly thought that I could do the same.”

"How?" Luo Binhan asked puzzled.

"Train an AI model that can talk to me." Anthony said, "I put all the data in the chat history into it."

(End of this chapter)