Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 934: Farmers’ Legacy (Part )

Luo Binhan did not return home that night. In the early morning, he took the time to send a voice message to Yu Xiaorong, telling her that he had to stay at the company tonight. She didn't reply to him, so she probably fell asleep. When she opens her eyes tomorrow morning, she might be suspicious of his whereabouts that night, but Luo Binhan no longer thinks about it. Throughout the night, he only thought about that name - Fang Xu.

Square order. Actually it's not a name, it's more like an online nickname. The difference between a nickname and a name is that it can be changed at any time. It does not need to follow the rules of reality. It is more like a fantasy self, or a self that you want others to see. Since becoming an adult, his own public social accounts have all used a very formal nickname, which is his own pinyin initials, sometimes with his own birthday. Of course, when he was a child, he also had a stupid internet name. Those embarrassing and terrible memories were firmly locked in the deepest part of his subconscious mind, and only the ill-fated and shiny gadgets invented by the White Tower wizards would wake them up.

Fang Xu's real name is 0206, just like Ji Xun's real name is 0305, and Fake's real name is 0312. What does this mean? Luo Binhan pondered the feeling of these Wuyuan people. When they looked at the image in the mirror and asked who the person in front of them was, they would answer a number. In that base that is said to be full of black towers, only one person is different. That person has a name first, and then a number. But then again, the names were given by others, but the nicknames were given by myself.

The formats of these Wuyuan people's online nicknames are very similar, and, at least to Luo Binhan's ears, they don't sound like names that aliens should have at all. What is the name of an alien? He thought, for example, "Dak-15-Vinni-Gamma", or "Bang Bang", or simply a symbol that he didn't recognize and couldn't pronounce. But for these Wuyuan people, their nicknames can be written and read in his native language, and the meanings happen to be clear. Does this all make sense? He had never really understood this problem, and perhaps never would, because he didn't know who could explain it all to him in human terms.

But not all Wuyuan people have online names like this. During the trip back to Lihai City, he asked Yaleriga, and she told him that there was one too. There really were people in Wuyuan who used those weird alien online names that he imagined, or even used no nicknames at all. When the Wuyuan people complete all the basic education in the base, they will be sent to other areas to complete practical education. At that time, in order to follow the locals, they will have the need for online names and nicknames for the first time. The first location is usually a kingdom in the south of Chi County.

This explains the commonality in form among the nicknames of the Wuyuan people that Luo Binhan knew. Whether it was Fake, Ji Xun, Fang Xu, or Gu He, whom he had never met before, these were the first names they gave themselves after leaving the base, "initial nicknames", so they continued to use them. To prevent your number from causing confusion outside the base.

He should have thought about it earlier. It seemed that it was only this night that he vaguely realized that the Wuyuan people he had known so far could only be regarded as the same type, the type that still used the "initial nickname", even the defectors. . Of course, there are also types that don’t care, not only about the name, but also about the life and thought form that corresponds to it. Yaleriga didn't explain the matter very clearly, and Luo Binhan felt that she was hiding something from him again.

But anyway, 0206 is not of this type. He's still using his typical initial nickname. Of course, in Lihai City, this nickname is quite suitable for doing as the locals do - but does a Death Rank sect need to do as the locals do? 0305 once settled under the chasm to avoid pursuit. In the story of Yaleriga, this person does not seem to be particularly interested in integrating into the local residents. However, after all, the Divine Light Realm is a place relatively far away from the alliance's power (Yaleliga told him that there are large areas of broken zones and trap zones, which are typical "semi-wild zones"), and Mayor Li Hai is in the wilderness of Wuyuan Territory. Here, a traitor should indeed keep a low profile before fleeing the country. But why didn't he escape? Not going to the Divine Light Realm like Ji Xun? Or simply go somewhere outside the alliance?

The story has come full circle. Square order. A person who has been declared dead. Luo Binhan remembered that the first time he heard this name was from Jing Huang's mouth, but he knew too little at that time, and the name meant nothing to him. It was only after Yaleriga told him the story of another member of the Death Order Sect that he barely understood what kind of threat this was. Think about how 0305 took over the world under the chasm, and 0206 is even more dangerous than the thug who purged the Immortal. Such a being came into their world and died quietly. Their society is still functioning as usual without being affected in the slightest, and the ant nest is running its course in the center of the nuclear explosion. Think of the home of Toba, the home of Malinophorus, the home of Ciri, the home of Asabam. What a blessing his hometown was in comparison! Is this really just good luck? Is it because the arrival of Jing Huang and Fa Ke nipped all disasters in the bud? Otherwise, he will wake up one morning and find that the entire world has been taken over by an army of robots of unknown origin. There is also a wishing machine hidden in an unknown abyss in their hometown, or in the deepest ravine of the ocean. What does Fang Xu want the wishing machine to do? It's unlikely that he had the same idea as Ji Xun. But of course anyone would want a wishing machine if it was free.

None of this happened. In fact, after this night, Luo Binhan finally understood that all this was destined to not happen. The man who had shunned him finally told him a story. This person had a strange accent when telling stories, and his tone was completely different from his usual speaking tone. The voice was cold, dry and weak, like a dry river that had cut off its source and could no longer stir up waves of emotion.

He didn't feel like he was telling his own story, but like he was telling someone else's story, or a purely fabricated story. But Luo Binhan knew in his heart that he was not lying. A real liar always tells things vividly and vividly in detail - just like he often does himself, which is extremely difficult to restrain even if he understands the truth. Only people who are truly in pain would make things so dull and dry, because they simply cannot speak smoothly about what is on their mind without temporarily shutting down all imagination and emotional abilities.

In fact, this person couldn't tell the story very well. He always told it upside down and whatever came to mind. Sometimes he was obviously unwilling to elaborate. He seemed to want Luo Binhan to understand his pain and resentment, but he tried hard not to let others know. Luo Binhan felt that he was not a listener to the story, but rather reading vague and fragmentary thoughts written on anonymous social accounts.

"It's all your brother's fault." The man said at the beginning. "If it weren't for him... I didn't want to go, but if it weren't for his car, that idiot wouldn't have gone. It's all those rats. It’s about medicine.”

Luo Binhan simply didn't know what he was listening to. He stared at the nervous twitch on the other person's face, knowing that the man was trying his best to speak and was not trying to make a fool of himself. In the end he had things sorted out, or at least he thought he had. “What does rat poison mean?”

The other party shook his head, with a very indifferent expression, but his facial muscles twitched more seriously, as if he was trying hard to describe his memory in words, but his throat was tightened by some invisible force. "I can't tell." He said a little confused, "I can't tell."

That wasn't the only thing he couldn't explain. Until he left Guns N' Roses the next morning and drove back to the company, the story told by this person and the various doubts surrounding it were still swirling in Luo Binhan's mind. It took him half the evening to make sense of the story he had heard. This is a story from three years ago. Another secret that Fa Ke and Jing Huang kept from him. Do they think this kind of thing is not worth mentioning? Or maybe they don’t even know? That's impossible, because they are the only two people in the world who have the ability to cure Cai Ji - he has excluded Chen Wei, because Cai Ji is not familiar with Chen Wei at all. This is not the attitude you should have towards your savior. It should be Fak. he said to himself. Since it was a Wuyuan Man who destroyed a mortal, it would certainly be another Wuyuan Man who had the ability to repair it (or should I say partial compensation). Square order. This person once stayed in Lihai City, just like Ji Xun lurking under the chasm. Fang Xu also has an accomplice, just like Ji found Toba.

But that might not be the case at all. According to what he heard from Yaleriga, the Evil Star duo of the Immortals really cooperated closely at many critical moments, but Zhou Wenxing and Fang Xu...he couldn't imagine it. Maybe the two weren't friends in any sense of the word. The last time Zhou Wenxing mentioned Fang Xu, he didn't feel sad at all. At the fountain near the Sugar City, in the turbid and dark purple twilight, the man told him that Fang Xu had killed Zhou Yu in Lihai City.

Actually that wasn't the only thing he did. This is just a small thing, just like what Ji Xun did for the residents under the chasm. It's just that in Lihai City, there are no immortals to take care of on this entire rotating stone sphere, so Fang Xu just created an urban ghost story. Luo Binhan felt that he should have noticed that if he could turn back the time and go back to the moment when Jing Huang had not yet appeared and he did not find those unwanted notes from Zhou Yu's bookshelf, things could have been different. It's not that they still have a chance to save Zhou Yu, but they might have found Fang Xu. Of course, finding order at that point might not be a good thing at all. But they might have seen Fang Xu with their own eyes.

This opportunity has appeared before, but it is fleeting, just like when traveling by car through a dense and remote forest, and if you are not careful, you miss the narrow curve covered by dense branches and leaves. After that, the journey was destined to deviate from the right track. Maybe after more than ten kilometers, we found an opportunity to turn around and change the route, and maybe we drove all the way into the ocean.

One day three years ago, Luo Binhan once heard a saying. He didn't remember how he heard it. Anyway, it was either a missing person call or drunken talk at a banquet. It seemed as if someone had told him that maybe Zhou Yu had been kidnapped by a pyramid scheme organization. There are similar rumors going around in the old industrial park, about qigong craze or destiny masters or something. There were so many trends that the police had sniffed out, and there were so many strange stories and suspicious incidents that were difficult to distinguish between true and false, but in the end nothing definite was found. It was already a chaotic place with frequent turnover of people. If Zhou Yu was kidnapped by someone there...

Luo Binhan couldn't remember who told him that. But he remembered his reaction. After listening directly or indirectly to thousands of "clues provided by enthusiasts", he was greatly tolerant of people's imagination, and he even actually tried to follow several of the most ridiculous clues (including sudden amnesia and slipped and fell into the sewer). During this process, he developed a habit of using the most sincere voice to express his gratitude to the clue provider while imagining a note in his head filled with false clues that wasted his time and energy. It was crumpled and torn into pieces and thrown into the sewers that he had asked people to check.

He was so tired at that time that he struggled to even pretend to be worried about Zhou Yu. In fact, he thought at the time that this was pure bullshit. Qigong craze is a thing of the last century. Metaphysics masters or Feng Shui masters may be acceptable in some circles, but at least Nan Mingguang never took this kind of thing seriously. Damn it, it is said that this old guy almost went into experimental physics when he was young. But no matter what, Zhou Yu could not have been kidnapped by a group of qigong enthusiasts in the industrial park. At that time, he had many reasons to support this: Zhou Yu disappeared on the route from Zhou Yu's home to her own home, and went to The direction of the industrial park was completely in the opposite direction, and there was no way she could bypass all the road surveillance and show up there; he (or should I say his family) was well-informed by the police, and there was no way she could target a criminal gang that dared to kidnap locals. She had no idea; Zhou Yu herself was not that kind of person. This last point is difficult to explain to outsiders, but it is actually the most powerful. Zhou Yu is not an innocent little girl who doesn't understand the world and can be deceived by crazy Qigong enthusiasts.

So he ignored this statement. He completely forgot about these urban legends and instead asked about human trafficking or those who had criminal records in the city. In the end, he had to admit to Zhou Yu that these were useless efforts. We need to change our thinking, he said, there must be something weird here that we can't think of. That's what he said, but the thoughts he was pondering at that time had nothing to do with qigong fever. That night he and Zhou Yu went to Zhou Yu's home. A villa in the suburbs was exactly where he had threatened to throw Luo Jiayang to live. In the house that once belonged to Zhou Yu's father, they began to look through the owner's most peculiar collection of books, trying to find answers from folklore and mythology that were specious, partly familiar but always distorted.

Given the circumstances and common sense, this action was foolish. They actually expected to find the whereabouts of a recently missing person from a pile of old books that had been there for ten or even decades. This is an act of desperation after hitting a wall everywhere in reality. What he thought was that since they couldn't find Zhou Yu's whereabouts before she disappeared, they had to take a walk along her, or the family's, ideological world to see if there were any secrets that could trigger accidents - —He would never actually say that to Zhou Yu, but what he was vaguely thinking about at the time was some hereditary mental illness. He guessed this because Zhou Yu's father was also an eccentric person.

In that house, which was so quiet and desolate that it could drive Luo Jiayang crazy, the painter father and daughter lived their lives in their own way. They are different from Malcolm. They have no enthusiasm for markets, singing and dancing, food, festivals or exotic customs, but are content to live a cold life, like the characters in Gothic novels. Luo Binhan had only met Zhou Yu's father once or twice, and felt that he was obviously older than both himself and Zhou Yu's father. Wrinkles were deep into his forehead and neck like knives, and there was always a gloomy and hopeless look on his face, so he always had to be quiet for a few seconds before he appeared. Fortunately, this person rarely appears. Even if his daughter's friends come to visit, he only appears in the living room for a minute or two, and then shuts himself into the studio. Until the day he died of illness, Luo Binhan still didn't know much about this man.

Having such a father is not a blessing for the children. However, just like Zhou Yu, Zhou Yu didn't seem to be worried about her family situation, nor did she show any influence. It was just herself. Her mother's condition is a complete mystery. She has never been seen since the day Luo Binhan met her. died? Or ran away? he does not know. Most likely we will never know. There were only nightmarish and illusory stories in that villa, some in the form of paintings, some in the form of books and texts. There was a story that was quite representative and reminded him often after meeting Chen Wei: Chang'e flew to the moon, but she stole the medicine not because of curiosity or greed, but because Hou Yi was a tyrant who wanted to live forever.

A fifty-year-old painter actually collected such mutant legends in a room. Isn't this a manifestation of some kind of crazy psychology? Luo Binhan persisted in reading some of the books, wondering whether the contents would affect Zhou Yu's spirit. He even thought that some people would suddenly show great panic before getting married, or that the work of an artist would inspire paranoia (of course, he did not tell Zhou Yu any of these speculations). He guessed everything, but he didn't notice how focused Zhou Yu was when he was immersed in reading those strange books. He forgot that Zhou Yu did not have so many people and social channels, and Zhou Yu was in a much more desperate mood than he was. Perhaps it was at that time that Zhou Yu found those nonsense techniques for attracting ghosts from some book. He was thinking about mental illness and Zhou Yu was thinking about ghosts. But they were all wrong. They missed the inconspicuous turning road and missed Zhou Yu's murderer.

What would happen if the time were turned back to that day and he was asked to try another turning road? In the same bizarre and absurd two choices, if he had not accompanied Zhou Yu to the villa that lost its owner to rummage through boxes and cabinets, but instead walked to the industrial park and asked about the so-called qigong hot organization - he still could not save Zhou Yu. It is estimated that Zhou Yu was already dead by then. But there's a good chance he could find the murderer. Along the sewage river that gave off a pungent scorched odor at night, and across the asphalt road shrouded in a yellow-green halo, he would see sneaky figures wandering around at night. Some are thieves, some are looking for some fun that cannot be seen in the light, and some are full of suspicion or fear, harboring all kinds of terrible or ridiculous fantasies. Among this last group of people, Cai Ji is the one with the worst luck.

(End of this chapter)