Interstellar raising cubs: I rely on mobile infrastructure

Wu Yu was in a daze, always feeling that something was wrong.

She looked at the tall and thin Shu Heng in front of her, and suddenly an idea popped into her mind.

He was a child a few days ago, so he probably wanted to act like a baby.

Wu Yu, who was hit by the cuteness, showed a smiling face, stepped on his feet and rubbed Shuheng's head.

"Okay, baby~"

Shu Heng's expression froze, and then he smiled dotingly.

"If you think so, I should be ashamed of my bad motives."

Wu Yu, who came to Shuheng's side, quickly focused his eyes on the pages of the book.

"What is written, let me see—"

She turned two pages, and her expression gradually became serious.

can't read.

Wu Yu closed his eyes and smiled helplessly.

"I'm mainly talking about the function of the capsule."

"Instructions?"

Shu Heng nodded, smiling brightly.

"I just checked it out, and there is no valuable information."

"We might as well focus on the rest of the room."

Wu Yu looked up at him and blinked.

"I'll search two walls, and the other two walls belong to you."

The two split up and started their searches.

Near the two walls that Wu Yu was in charge of, there was nothing but a painting.

Her hands touched the painting, feeling the texture of the painting.

That's great.

Wu Yu sniffed his fingertips, but didn't smell anything.

Under normal circumstances, there must be a mechanism behind this kind of painting.

She tapped the frame carefully, raising a corner with her fingernail.

The painting is hung on the top nail and is fairly easy to remove.

But Wu Yu is not tall enough, so he can only push his feet down to get it down.

"Do you doubt this painting?"

A shadow enveloped Wu Yu's body, she turned her head slightly, and the man's broad body almost surrounded her whole body.

"How do you—"

As she spoke, she inexplicably felt tripped by something, and fell backwards into Shu Heng's arms.

Putting his palms on Wu Yu's arms, he held her up firmly.

When Wu Yu stood up straight, he carefully straightened her, bent over and stared at her face, like examining a little doll.

Wu Yu felt the light and shadow passing over Shuheng's eyes, and the beating of the heart made his eardrums noisy.

She was beginning to feel a little panicked, perhaps belatedly.

Shu Heng let go of her at the right time, then took off the painting and handed it to Wu Yu.

His eyebrows are full of tenderness.

"be careful."

"Ah."

Wu Yu hummed blankly, took the painting, and lowered his head to fix his eyes on it.

In reality, she was so full of noise that she couldn't concentrate at all.

Shu Heng looked at the fluffy head in front of him, contrary to that gentle expression, he was thinking about his own plan.

Generally speaking, if he tripped her like that just now, he wouldn't be discovered, right?
He closed his eyes for a moment, and then relaxed his brows, already relieved.

It doesn't matter if you find out, it's just a coincidence that the feet collided together.

Wu Yu fell backwards, it was Shu Heng's masterpiece.

Shu Heng turned his attention to the painting.

"The painting is green grass and white flowers, what does this mean?"

Wu Yu was called back to his thoughts by the voice and raised his head.

"Did you find anything over there?"

He shook his head, eyes lowered in disapproval.

"No, it's just two walls, and no agency has been found."

Wu Yu stroked the rough painting, which was the unique thickness left by the dried paint.

"It's nothing special."

She stared at the painting, the main body of which was a green grassland with several white flowers in bloom.

The background is a blue sky with floating white clouds, but there is nothing else.

Wu Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his index finger bent against his chin.

"It's very harmonious, and the painting is very ordinary."

"The only unique feature is that it blends well with this room and is inconspicuous."

Shu Heng reached out to touch the paint on the painting, as if he was holding Wu Yu in his arms.

Wu Yu quickly vacated a seat and stuffed half of the painting into Shu Heng's hands.

Shu Heng bent his joints and knocked, feeling a little puzzled.

"It feels like the paint is thick."

Wu Yu's eyes widened suddenly, and a gleam of light flashed through them.

"The paint is thick?"

She carefully poked the edge of the color block with her fingertips, trying to peel off the paint.

Along with her movements, a red color different from this environment appeared in the field of vision of the two of them.

From nowhere, a gust of cold wind gushed into the necks of the two, and the hairs of the two stood on end.

The painting was spread out on the table, and the two joined in the action of peeling off the paint.

"red?"

"Is there another painting hidden under the paint?"

Shu Heng held his eyes with his knuckles, with a serious expression, and said in a deep voice.

"This paint is like a gouache material. After the paint dries, it is feasible to cover it with new paint."

Wu Yu followed his train of thought to think, as if his train of thought had been opened up suddenly, and he suddenly became enlightened.

"That's right, it's clearly a flat grass field, but the thickness of the paint is different."

"From the side, you can even faintly see a silhouette."

She nodded as if she was sure of herself, with determination in her eyes.

"That's right, there must be something hidden underneath."

Shu Heng nodded, and the two of them settled down to an area and began to process the paint.

I don't know how long it took, but Wu Yu already felt his muscles sore.

She rubbed her wrist and shook it twice, feeling a little stiff all over again.

The work of removing the paint needs to be controlled. If you use too much force, it is easy to remove all the paint.

"Is it text?"

After the processing was completed, Wu Yu looked at the string of bright red characters.

Characters that look like text, but she can't read them at all.

A burst of doubt broke into Wu Yu's heart. It seemed that because of the effect of the cold wind, she always felt that the words on this painting were a little weird.

Shu Heng looked at the characters, with some confusion between his brows.

"Well, it's the same text as that manual."

"It says on the painting, don't make a sound."

For a moment, Wu Yu felt his hair stand on end, as if all the blood in his body was drawn back to his heart.

Her hands and feet were cold, her teeth chattered, and she squeezed out a word between her teeth.

"Yes, but I have been shouting for a long time just now."

Wu Yu panicked. When he raised his hand, his entire palm was shaking.

"Then it, is it written, what will happen if it makes a sound?"

Holding the painting in his hand, Shu Heng tilted his head to look at Wu Yu sideways, a glint flashed in his eyes for a moment.

He laughed like a fox and said calmly.

"will die."

"Killed by a mysterious force and has since disappeared from the world."

"what?"

Wu Yu's complexion changed drastically, as if clouds were gathering.

Shu Heng's smile deepened.

"But there is also a way to break it. Kissing the nearest person will lift the curse."

"Kiss closer to the side—"

Wu Yu's eyes flustered, his mind was thinking in a daze, when he raised his head and bumped into Shu Heng's smile.

She took a deep breath and finally realized that she had been tricked.

"Xiao Shuheng—"

Shu Heng's smile remained the same, and he didn't intend to back down.

"We've been talking just now, but nothing happened, did we?"

Wu Yu thrust her waist, looked at Shuheng in front of her, a little confused.

What the hell is this guy thinking?