Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 1021 The World is a Garden of Life and Death (Part )

The lakeside at dusk is more beautiful than in the afternoon.

The lake, once described by Cai Ji as a "lizard footprint", was now dyed rusty red by the glow of the sky. White factories without fences were scattered on the lakeside, like a few plastic foam boxes abandoned in the wild, exuding a lonely and dilapidated atmosphere. This lonely world shrouded in the twilight is still some time away from its true end, and the signs of destruction are quietly brewing in the corners.

The stone trestle bridge, which no longer exists, once stood on it for visitors from the outside world. Now only ruins remain; the thoughts and ideas of the people under the moon in the past have also been put into the lake waves and can no longer be traced. When the dust settled, the avenger who killed him came here, cleaned up the old traces, dug up ghosts, and built pure white tombs on the secret land leading to death - they can be said to be tombstones, or bases. It can be expected that they will disappear with the death of the builders one day, and become a picture in the memories of a few people like the trestle bridge. After thousands of generations, this place will become an abyss, a desert or a farmland. People walking on the road will only see fertile and rich soil. As for resentment, pain, death... In the long run, these are not worth mentioning, but just a part of the nutrient enrichment of nature.

The pale plastic box-like factory building was deserted in the late afternoon. To indicate that no one was allowed in, the base personnel set up several cordons around the perimeter; the yellow and black warning tapes weakly wriggled in the wind, and from a distance it looked like a strange snake with bee stripes nailed to a pole. After passing through these decorative obstacles, the factory door will open to visitors. The factory building in the center is the largest; not long ago, its third floor was sleeping with the biggest secret of the entire base. However, with the biggest secret gone, the surface part of this building has become insignificant.

The second most important secret of the entire Dongyun Road base is located underground: through a most inconspicuous corridor behind the lounge on the ground floor, you can find a staircase extending downward; this section of the road is very ordinary and plain in appearance, and thieves who happen to sneak in may think that it leads to an underground parking lot, a power distribution room, or an equipment room, provided that they do not think about the C-level lock outside the corridor. The grid-like ceiling at the top of the stairs is as complex as a honeycomb, and in the eyes of careless people, it will be regarded as an industrial decoration style that pursues chic or pure laziness, but the internal security personnel will never take it lightly; after all, only one-tenth of the depth of these grids is a lighting lamp, and the rest are either sensors or remotely controlled fire ports, although they are not easily activated at ordinary times - it is very important to use anti-theft firepower with caution, because the researchers in the base are often not very honest, and they all know that the top management of the headquarters is quite easy to talk to.

It didn't take long to walk up the stairs. At the end of the inclined stairs, the seemingly old shield-shaped security door was a completely enhanced version of a bank vault. It was made of concrete and alloy materials that were two meters thick and weighed fifty tons. The complex mechanical structure inside was enough to withstand the impact of high explosives and the challenge of various unlocking tools. Due to certain environmental considerations, there was no electronic component on this door, and it was completely opened and closed by a hydraulic system and a sophisticated transmission structure. Its opening code and physical key were now only held by one person in the entire base.

Fortunately, this obstacle has also been solved. Just like countless accidents in history, no matter how well-designed a security system is in theory, it is inevitable that there will be a weakest loophole in the end, that is, human beings themselves. Because the key point was grasped, the security chief of Dongyun Road Base had used all the keys on hand before evacuating, and opened every door leading to the most mysterious realm. Although doing so has the risk of causing a catastrophe, in the eyes of the red-nosed old man, the secret behind the door is no more important than a box.

After passing through the shield-shaped alloy door, the top edge of the real abyss shaft was revealed. In the dark underground cave, a huge pit with a diameter of 100 meters lay quietly under a support frame of unknown material, and the shape of its internal cavity was similar to an upright single-headed cotton swab. For the residents of this planet, this deep underground well is a miracle of architecture and engineering. It penetrated the soft and moist deep soil, overcame the intricate groundwater layers, and extended many strangely constructed independent compartments (called "chambers" by its builders) in the nearly 1,000-meter-deep longitudinal shaft, but did not cause water seepage or collapse, and could not be detected on the surface with existing instruments and equipment. People would not realize that there is such a magnificent maze hidden under their feet, and this is probably due to its unique construction materials.

Long before the old shipyard on the surface was demolished, most of the chambers in the shaft had been sealed by their builders. Later, an unnamed acting director of a pharmaceutical company took over the nest and conducted several cautious excavations in search of the remains of the victims, and then sealed more chambers with more concrete. This was undoubtedly a waste of resources from the perspective of scientific exploration, but it did greatly reduce the potential casualties. At the edge of the deep pit, the former manager who lacked the spirit of adventure also built a small memorial hall: many names were engraved on the stone tablet nearly as tall as a person. These names were identified by the former manager and claimed to belong to a wreckage excavated from this place. On the rocky ground in front of the stone tablet, someone used a sharp tool to scratch a line of crooked words: No going down without permission.

Luo Binhan looked at the poorly carved words for a long time. The details of the carved words looked familiar to him, but he was not absolutely sure, because the words carved with a sharp tool were not quite the same as those written with a pen.

The stone tablet with the names of the victims also failed to give him more clues. Although the inscription recorded the time and depth of the victims' discovery in small characters, and even mentioned the code names of several participants in the excavation operation, the one he was looking for was missing. Luo Binhan felt a little disappointed and even wanted to take out his machete to add some third-party accounts of the aftermath to the monument. Unfortunately, this job was too detailed and he was in a hurry. Besides, if someone didn't want to reveal his name, but he insisted on revealing it, this kind of anger was a bit childish. He could imagine Li Li talking to him in the tone of a kindergarten teacher again.

Finally, he stepped on the words "No Going Down" twice more, then turned away with satisfaction and walked towards the mechanical lifting device at the edge of the deep well. Like the previous safety gate, the several elevators installed around the well do not require an electrical system, but rely on a transmission device consisting of a winch and a pulley to send people down the well. The structural design of the device itself is very clever, so it is not particularly difficult to turn the winch, but the transportation efficiency is not high, and it has to go through several transfer stations. When the transmission chain clanged in the dark and the narrow platform underfoot swayed in the huge well that was a thousand meters deep, the riding experience of this means of transportation was really not comfortable. It was hard to believe that the nerds working in the base would think of sneaking down by themselves. They might fall to death in the well because the environment was too dim.

While shaking the capstan, Luo Binhan observed the inner wall of the shaft around him. Unlike the room with various weak light sources, there was no light at all in the shaft, and it was a truly pure dark space. In such a place, even a cat with the sharpest eyes would become blind, but he could still see the situation nearby clearly. The feeling brought by this extraordinary dark vision was quite strange, because the things he saw had no colors other than black and white, and he could only distinguish the depth of color and the outline shape of the objects, a bit like the shadow country that Asabamu had taken him to. It was just that at this moment, everything nearby was clearly visible, but the situation dozens of meters away could not be seen at all, as if a thick wall of black fog surrounded him.

This change in night vision must have something to do with his new identity. He guessed that the range of his vision in absolute darkness was the range of his shadows. It would not be difficult to verify this, but there was no need. He looked up at the support frame above the shaft and wondered if the sky above the ground had turned to the indigo blue of the night. This imagination suddenly gave him a desire to take one last look at the night sky as he remembered it; it didn't have to be a dazzling and vast starry sky, just the most monotonous and dim night sky under the city lights - he immediately turned his thoughts away and began to think about what the people outside were doing now. If someone sneaked to the top of the shaft and tried to throw explosives to destroy the activation core in his carry-on luggage, it would not be good news for him. They could do this now, because he had just released Li Li ten minutes ago. To be more specific, he set the isolation box to timed opening mode through a remote control and hid the box in a bush near the lake.

As long as his mechanical watch was not disturbed by the environment before entering the wellhead, Li Li should have just escaped. He had carefully considered the timing of releasing the hostage. He couldn't delay it too late, lest she wouldn't have time to arrange the aftermath; but he couldn't release it too early, otherwise she would come up with a surprise to block his way. Right now he couldn't rely on luck and Feng Chuxing's intelligence for everything. After all, Feng Chuxing didn't guess about the small sword at all. Maybe Li Li had prepared some other surprises for him.

He was waiting for some dramatic accident to happen: if a few guys dressed as special forces suddenly jumped down from the well wall and fought with him, or a cold gunshot sounded in the darkness, he would not be particularly surprised. But until the lifting device stopped, he did not find the ambush in the well. After five transfers, he arrived at the end of the well smoothly and landed on the dry and hard ground. The building material at the bottom of the abyss was similar to Li Li's box, but it was darker and deeper, and could not even be illuminated by a flashlight, making people wonder if they were walking in a solidified black hole.

This place is not quite the same as Feng Chuxing's description, but it was also within his expectations. After all, when Feng Chuxing was still in this place, the traction well was in a very low-power standby state for a long time. According to Feng Chuxing's explanation, the effect is very close to a first-level infinite phenomenon environment that supports local debugging in primitive language, which is enough to efficiently build many spiritual field experimental sites with complex parameter requirements. In layman's terms, this place could have been as changeable as a fairyland, as long as you know how to manipulate some thinking organs; but for safety reasons, these organs are better to belong to others rather than your own.

Now there was only darkness. The flashlight flashed no more than five times, and even the mechanical watch stopped inexplicably, which made him understand why the researchers at the base attributed the electromagnetic interference to internal problems. He did not see the white river or the absolutely smooth mirror maze, but his thoughts were a little fluctuating. It was hard to say whether this confusion was because he fell into this dark abyss alone or because of what he had done this afternoon. He almost messed up everything. The fear at that moment overshadowed the victory that came a moment later, and even at this moment, the feeling of guilt had not dissipated from his heart. He tried not to think about it, but he still felt bored.

This was a little different from the finale he had imagined, but the deviation was still within an acceptable range. After all, plans could never keep up with changes. He dropped a notepad page as a mark at his landing point, and then walked around the inner wall of the well. As some kind of man-made facility, the walls and floors of this huge abyss well were terribly smooth, and the touch was between metal and plastic. No matter how carefully he touched it with his fingers, he could not find a weld, a pore, let alone the roughness or hollowness of the paint. This place did not look like a real physical world, but like a virtual space built with modeling software, and even the environment rendering was not done.

He had some doubts whether the air in this place could really circulate with the outside world, but it was difficult for him to judge this by himself. Ever since he got on the lifting device, his perception had changed subtly as the depth increased. This change did not really affect anything, but only caused a slight cognitive confusion: the air at the bottom of the well was both dry and humid, the ambient temperature was sometimes cool and sometimes warm, and even the sound of his footsteps was suddenly louder and lighter; at the bottom of this dark and dark well, all perceptions became ambiguous and chaotic, all between existence and non-existence, and the measuring equipment that was not troubled by pressure failed one after another, and was not enough to provide objective and reliable evidence. Coming here was like falling into a nightmare of someone unknown, a turbulent and short-lived ethereal realm. Was this some real supernatural power at work? Or was it just an illusion created by darkness and loneliness? Even though he had become one of the weirdos, this question still had no answer. Everything around him was both real and unreal, and it could neither be verified nor falsified.

At this point, he had to admit that the dark fairy tale theory proposed by Li Li was quite interesting: if a person knew very little during his lifetime, there was no reason why he could become omniscient immediately after his death, so "Traveling Companion" could be a tragic story of demon possession in essence. By the same token, becoming a shadow did not make him know all the mysterious knowledge naturally, at best, he just had a different feeling, maybe it could be called "shadow perception" or something.

This feeling, since there is no dedicated organ to rely on, can only be forced into his existing senses, just like having to use an emulator on a mobile phone to play computer games. As time goes by, his normal senses are likely to become disordered due to long-term crowding out, and it will be difficult to correctly distinguish between regular information and information transmitted by shadows. He can correct this disorder by resetting himself, but... this method will not always work. At least in the cases revealed by Feng Chuxing, no subject can remain unaffected for a long time, and taking shortcuts will inevitably have a price. What's even more annoying is that real blood recipients are generally not affected in this regard, and they seem to have other ways to solve this hazard - Feng Chuxing actually wants to use this to prove that he can't deal with Zhou Wenxing. Luo Binhan thinks this kid is really a typical victim of exam-oriented education.

He walked along the wall of the well for about five hundred steps and returned to the place where he dropped the paper at the beginning. At this time, his heart was pounding, his breathing was short, and he always seemed to see a hint of bright colors in the corner of his eyes. However, when he turned his face, all he saw was the smooth, illusion-like ground within a dozen meters around him, and the thick, juice-like darkness in the distance. He knew that these hallucinations were not caused by fear or stress, because he had no such emotions at all. The darkness was very comfortable for him now, just like a ghost visiting a cemetery. He was about to open his suitcase for a final check when a slight and wet slapping sound came into his ears. The sound was very real, and the source pointed to the central area at the bottom of the well. It didn't sound like an auditory hallucination at all.

Luo Binhan let Shadow drag the suitcase and walked silently in that direction. Feng Chuxing could not fully grasp the current situation of the traction well. The information he provided was essentially for reference only. Maybe he missed some important things, not to mention that Li Li might play tricks on him. Maybe she also wanted to make a comeback and ambush him in the traction well as a surprise. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hesitate - could it be that Li Li had discovered his secret? Or did she think she could definitely find Feng Chuxing? He had already delayed the time until so late, there was no reason for Li Li to continue taking risks. She had to save Feng Chuxing's life.

The slapping sound happened twice more. This time the sound was clear and distinct, and there was no doubt that it was made by some living thing. Luo Binhan sneaked closer to the source of the sound until three box-shaped objects emerged from the darkness at the end of his vision. The three cubes were placed side by side on the ground, not touching each other. Each one was only slightly larger than a household trash can. There was absolutely no room for an adult inside, and at most it could accommodate small or medium-sized animals or machinery. He walked around the three cube containers and found no other ambushes around.

Before he could decide whether to pretend to leave, several more noises came from the container in the middle. This time the slapping sounds were much quieter, as if the thing inside had sensed his presence and was not sure whether he was harmless.

Luo Binhan walked towards the box that made the noise. No matter what Li Li was doing, he couldn't leave a living creature on this final battlefield, lest something unexpected happen after the traction shaft was activated. He took the scimitar handed to him by Shadow, held it in his hand and hid it behind his back, moving step by step to the box. When he finally found that there were many transparent glass observation holes on the top of the middle box, and the creatures behind the observation holes were nervously squirming in the box, he put down the scimitar in a bit of astonishment.

"Miffy?" he asked tentatively. A tapping sound came from the box in response. Robinson threw the machete back into the shadows and squatted down to study the lid. There was a simple mechanical lock on the edge of the box. He only needed to pull out two cross-bolts from the outside, and the small cage that trapped Miffy would be easily opened.

Miffy slid out of it tremblingly. It first spread out on the ground like a puddle of mud, and then seemed to be uneasy about the surrounding environment, so it moved closer to where Luo Binhan was squatting and hid itself under his knees. Luo Binhan gently touched its wet and slippery surface with his fingers. "Why are you here?"

A thread-like mouth stretched out from the side of its body, and its voice was as thin as a thread, as if it was afraid of disturbing the darkness around it. "She asked me to come." It said very carefully.

"Li Li did it?"

"She told me to wait here for you," said Miffy. "She said - she thought it was a friendly suggestion - that I could wait here as a messenger. You can tell me anything you want to say and let me pass it on to her if you don't want to communicate with her personally."

Robin Han glanced upward. "She's angry?"

Miffy agreed weakly, "She's angry."

Luo Binhan was a little embarrassed. He had to turn around and check the remaining two boxes. In the box on the left was a very strange small device. It was an irregular plastic barrel with grooves and wheels embedded in the outer wall, and a large rubber ball stuffed inside.

"This is a small pole climbing backpack left for me." Miffy explained, "It can be installed on the fixed pole of the lifting device, and use gas buoyancy and internal combustion engines to get me out as quickly as possible. She said that under normal circumstances, I can leave the traction shaft within two minutes."

Luo Binhan touched the strange little device and looked at the box on the right. The contents inside made him even more confused. "What is this?" He pointed to a bag of bread-like things. "What does she want to do?"

"This is," Miffy said slowly, "food."

"Is she mad?" Luo Binhan asked. This time he was really nervous, because the contents of the last box were completely beyond his imagination: several bags of sandwich bread and snack biscuits, a few fresh fruits that needed to be peeled or obviously washed, and half a dozen bottled drinks of different flavors. Luo Binhan picked up each item one by one with a suspicious attitude, checking them by poking or shaking them with his shadow. These things themselves were quite normal, but they indirectly proved that Li Li's current mental state might have tended to madness. He began to worry again whether the last blow of the flow aid had caused some serious consequences. Although the outer shell of the box was not broken, the parts inside might have been loose, causing Li Li some cyber concussion or other problems.

Miffy said, "She estimated that you wouldn't have time to eat before you came down, so she asked someone to leave some food for you before evacuating the base. I think it might be what those people left in the storage room."

Luo Binhan had no idea how to answer this question. Technically, he still felt hungry and thirsty, but Li Li's sudden concern made him feel a little creepy. There couldn't be no conspiracy here. He used his shadow to take out each thing one by one, spread them out on the ground, and finally found the secret at the bottom of the box; he thought it would be some kind of induction bomb or hypnotic gas, but it turned out to be worse. The last thing Li Li left him was a corn. A fresh raw corn still wrapped in green and yellow husks. Luo Binhan stared at the corn in confusion. "She wants me to eat this raw?"

"Oh, this," Miffy said hesitantly, and now she seemed to relax a little and spoke louder, "She said this thing is to remind you, so that you can calm down and think about how much other people's hard work your behavior has destroyed." Robin felt that he had to defend himself on this issue. So he said, "I didn't burn that piece of land!"

Miffy shrank even smaller. "I just conveyed her meaning."

Luo Binhan and the infrared sensing organs on its body stared at each other for a few seconds. "Okay," he said first, "Let's ignore this for now... Anyway, I won't eat this thing raw."

He decisively closed the box again, leaving the corn lying alone inside. At the moment, he still couldn't figure out why Li Li gave him this pile of things, unless she simply wanted to tell him a hellish joke about the last meal of execution to avenge his final blow. And as if all this was not enough to vent her anger, Miffy said slowly: "If you want to listen to some music..."

Luo Binhan was shocked and said, "She also prepared music?"

"In my climbing rod box," Miffy said, "there is a small, hand-cranked music box. She said it was her birthday present for you."

Things were getting weirder and weirder. Luo Binhan suspiciously put a shadow into the climbing pole device and found the music box Miffy mentioned under the main transmission shaft. It was another wooden box the size of a business card box, with the smell of agarwood on the surface. The internal structure of the box was extremely simple, the soundboard and the sound tube were only the size of a walnut kernel, and the power was obtained through a crank fixed on the outside of the wooden box. Luo Binhan checked it over and over again, but found no problems.

"It's over," he groaned, "she really holds a grudge."

Miffy slid half a meter away from his feet before asking, "What happened to your gift?"

Robin Han was still groaning and breathing in. He said, "I bet you the song in this box is 'Start Over Again.'"

"what is that?"

Robin Han didn't want to explain too much to it. He timidly placed a shadow on the handle outside the box. This simple music box didn't even have a clockwork device. It all depended on rotating the handle to trigger the soundboard, so he could freely decide the speed of the melody or stop it at any time. This insignificant detail made him feel a little safe, so he slowly turned the handle half a circle and only heard the first three notes of the melody.

"Ah," he said. The shadow of the crank loosened. These things were very sensitive to his thoughts, and sometimes they would act on their own before he took the initiative to give orders. Fortunately, they were all insignificant little actions, and basically they were in line with his wishes. He put the music box down, rubbing the scar on his left face in thought. Miffy spied on his reaction and slowly returned to his feet.

"Start all over again?" it asked.

"No, it's not," Robinson said. "Um... I guessed wrong. I think it should be "Farewell."

The shadow rewound the crank and played the melody recorded on the sound tube in full. The soundboard kept bouncing as the crank rotated, and every note that jumped out was particularly crisp and long in the darkness, leaving behind a sigh-like lingering sound. Luo Binhan lowered his head and saw a few ripples on the surface of Miffy's semi-liquid body, just like the person listening to the music swaying to the melody.

"I like the sound of that," Miffy said. "Do you want to play it again?"

Luo Binhan shook his head. He put the music box into his pocket, then sullenly opened the bag and broke a piece of sandwich bread into pieces to feed Miffy. It must have been short of food these days, and it would not refuse any nutrition that was put into its body. While absorbing the bread crumbs, it used its idle vocal organs to tell what happened after their last separation: after they separated at the surface base last time, it kept its promise and hid in the hall waiting, but he didn't come back after going upstairs, so it had to find a secret corner to hide by itself. It also considered going to Li Li to tip off and tell her the news that Luo Binhan had fallen into the enemy camp, but its movement efficiency was not high at the time, so it decided to hide in this base for the time being to see if it could find a chance to figure out his whereabouts, and maybe rescue him.

"Do you really want to stay and save me?" Luo Binhan couldn't help but ask.

"I don't think the creatures here are too aggressive." Miffy said. At this time, the bread crumbs that Luo Binhan had just scattered were still all over it, so this description was somewhat suspected of being deliberately flattering. Luo Binhan suspected that it actually wanted to hide in this base first to eat more food (no matter whether it was stored in the food cabinet or sitting in the office), and then dare to escape from this large desolate and remote uninhabited area. But there is no need to be so serious at this time. After all, there is one fact that cannot be denied: Miffy was eventually caught by Li Li inside the base. On the fifth day after they broke in here, that is, the day he took Feng Chuxing out of the snail horn room, Li Li relied on a large number of micro reconnaissance robots and bait boxes to catch it from the ventilation system of the base.

This incident probably wasted a lot of her time and resources, so Miffy's subsequent prison life was not as comfortable as the original volcano tank. It has been locked in a completely closed room with no blind spots for monitoring, and can only get a very small amount of sugar and salt water regularly. It no longer has the opportunity to watch TV programs secretly or have its own miniature radio. All in all, it has not had a very good month.

Luo Binhan felt a little guilty. No matter how you look at it, he had an unshirkable responsibility for Miffy's current situation. He was the one who took her out of the comfortable and safe volcano tank and threw her into a secret base where the outcome was unpredictable. After the crisis was resolved, he immediately forgot about her and didn't think about her safety at all. This was another mess that he failed to handle, and Li Li had to clean up the mess for him. In the end, he even pissed her off, and she might have taken her anger out on Miffy.

He wanted to find something to compensate Miffy, so he asked her if she wanted to eat some corn or something. "Any meat?" Miffy asked. Obviously she wanted more protein and fat. Robin Han didn't carry anything like beef jerky with him, but he had a knife, and a certain idea naturally came to his mind - to be honest, there was nothing wrong with it, he was sure Miffy wouldn't care. But he still resisted the idea in his heart, because it was like admitting that he was wrong in the beginning; he couldn't complain that all people and things were unfair to him, because even if he got fair conditions, he would only do the same thing in the end. He didn't do better than the witch.

"Let me play that song for you again." This was all he could say in the end. He took out the music box and shook it a few more times until Miffy had had enough. As the music flowed, they were all silent. Only the air at the bottom of the well trembled gently with the mechanical song, fanning an illusory breeze, like invisible willow branches swaying around them. The ground under their feet exuded a chill, which reminded him of a German word that his mother had once said: waldeinsamkeit - in Yu Xiaorong's hometown, they would say that this feeling is "loneliness in the woods." When the song ended, he reached out and touched the top of Miffy. It had eaten the last piece of bread crumbs.

"You should go now," he said to Miffy. "I'll help you put that climbing pole thing on the lifting frame."

"Well..." Miffy said, "Aren't you going to come with me?"

Luo Binhan didn't know how much it knew about the follow-up of the whole thing. Logically, it shouldn't have the opportunity to know too much details, because Li Li's re-entry would only happen after he entered the base. He didn't even understand how she could arrange Miffy to the bottom of the well in advance. But now was not a suitable occasion for "long talk", so he could only say vaguely: "I'm going somewhere else."

"where to?"

Luo Binhan looked around blankly. He had talked a lot with Feng Chuxing, but Feng Chuxing didn't know more than him about what would happen inside the traction shaft in the final stage. Maybe he didn't even know about 0206. "Maybe," he said a little reluctantly, "I'll go to a nice place, such as a big garden. The people lying inside are all asleep, and no one will care what you are doing."

"What are you doing there?"

"Nothing. Just sleeping, always sleeping... or staying awake but not being able to do anything. Anyway, there's nothing important to do."

"That doesn't sound very good," Miffy commented.

"Who knows," Robinson replied. He didn't want to dwell on it any further. It was pointless to question whether it was worth it now. Maybe that was what Li Lixiang was trying to achieve. She wanted to shake him at the last minute, and she almost did it. That song... after everything that happened in the afternoon, it was indeed a birthday present that he couldn't insist on returning. They had reconciled, I guess. I hope so.

He leaned over and picked up the climbing pole device, ready to take it to the lifting frame to see how to install it. But Miffy said slowly: "She really wants to know where you hid the man named Feng Chuxing."

"She will know tomorrow," Robinson said. "By tomorrow, as long as I get what I want, there will be an email to her telling her where Feng Chuxing is buried. I have left a note in the isolation box telling her this, and I guess she knows it now."

He thought this was enough to answer Miffy's question, since she should be eager to leave this place of trouble. Unexpectedly, Miffy didn't buy it. "She thinks," Miffy continued, "this email is absolutely fictitious. There will be no email sent to her tomorrow. So, she still wants to ask you one more question, where is Feng Chuxing?"

Robin Han said, "Do you really have to know this?"

"If I don't get an effective response," Miffy said dimly, "she specifically reminded me that it would affect her assessment of my position..."

Luo Binhan sighed and put the climbing pole device back on the ground. He didn't have the face to accuse Miffy of being afraid of Li Li. After all, he was not the one who would stay and bear the consequences, and Li Li seemed to be a little bit disregarding the life of the slime monster. "Well," he looked up at the wellhead, "since I'm here, she shouldn't be able to do anything to me. I'll tell you everything she wants to know so that you can go back and report."

(End of this chapter)