Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 855 Welcome to the Jungle

The joyful day passed almost as swiftly as the wind.Luo Binhan originally thought that there would be some mishaps, but none of them happened.Jing Huang has never fought anyone, Yale Liga has found no new victims, and of course no cosmic monsters have fallen from the sky.If Yale Liga was still showing her horns, Luo Binhan almost had the illusion that he was really taking a group of friends from other places for sightseeing.

He couldn't help admiring the way Allerica concealed her appearance.Specifically, she hardly does anything technical.A pair of dark wide-leg pants and flat boots hide her hooves well.She wore a straw hat with silk flower trim and lace gauze, but her horns were left exposed on purpose, and she had applied a layer of glittering gel on it.

Whether this would help fool the detectors is unclear, but it did make the genuine pair of horns look light and fake, like some kind of paper or plastic.That way when she walks down the street in a slack, everyone thinks it's a joke hat decoration, or a show request for some kind of event.And when they're in a place like an amusement park, all people think about is asking for a picture with Yarrica, or petting her horns.A girl praised Yale Liga's decoration as "extremely textured", but said euphemistically and regretfully: If there is no overly thick protective glue on the surface, it will be truly perfect.

"Perfect, huh?" Luo Binhan lowered his voice and teased Yale Liga, "What will she say if she sees your super movable tail?"

He felt very proud, after all, Yale Liga couldn't whip out her tail and whip people in full view.But soon this elation was suppressed, because Yale Liga bought each of them a sparkling plastic pointed headdress.Before Luo Binhan had time to say that this thing was only suitable for those under ten years old, Momolo had already enthusiastically put it on his head, and galloped to join those children who also wore little angel or little devil headdresses.

Luo Binhan admitted that he sometimes likes to follow the trend of young people, but when Jing Huang put on a plastic horn on his head with a bad face, he felt that he really couldn't go with it.He is not the little prince of Fairy Castle who is always 16 years old, but a grown man who is almost 30 years old. In Yu Xiaorong's eyes, a 30-year-old man has already stepped into the grave with half his foot in the grave. For a dying person, nothing is more important than worldly reputation.

When Yale Liga and Jing Juan surrounded him, he still said unyieldingly: "I want to protect my social prestige..."

Of course he protected nothing, and humiliatingly added a backpack with little devil wings (which is quite symmetrical with the little angel backpack on the eighth), which is used to store any small souvenirs that Yale Liga bought on the spur of the moment. .He could completely imagine what this scene was like from an outsider's point of view—the female devil queen who was burning money and her low-level demon servant with fifty cents props.Fortunately, he finally found happiness from Jing Huang, because he bought a plastic sniper water gun with a super long magazine.And now that there is such a happy gun, the social prestige of a 30-year-old man is irrelevant.Not to mention, surrounded by so many witnesses, Jing Huang couldn't do anything to him.Everything went so smoothly, so happy.It's just that after entering the dimly lit haunted house, he will inevitably suffer revenge.

When checking the ticket to enter the haunted house, he was well-dressed, but when he went out, he was a drowned chicken.His water gun was snatched away the moment the lights went out, and then he was attacked by all-round ghosts, so that the staff who played the ghost couldn't get close to him.And when they were almost at the exit, the water gun was mysteriously returned to him.The magazine was empty, a piece of melted plastic blocked the muzzle.

Holding an empty gun in his hand, Luo Binhan met the shocked and puzzled eyes of the staff all drenched.The last face-saving measure he took was to stand still and give the bewildered man a faint, squid-like smile.

"There are ghosts here..." he whispered in a mysterious voice.

He pushed the real murderer away, and hoped to leave a local legend about the ghost of the haunted house.

Except for the scrapped water gun, the fierce ghost did not make trouble during the rest of the day, so Luo Binhan can still say that it was a smooth day.And no one in their group was happier than Momoro, who seemed to have a very strong sense of belonging to be surrounded by a group of screaming and galloping native cubs.He said cheerfully during lunch: "People here are very happy, Mr. Luo! It feels like everyone is so happy that it's unreal, as if monsters will fall from the sky in the next second!"

Luo Binhan hurriedly told him to dispel this idea, and threatened that if a monster really appeared at this time, it must be brought about by Momolo's evil wish.After saying this, he was secretly nervous for a while, but nothing happened.Only Jing Juan poked at the cream cake with a fork, looking at them both contemptuously.

"What do you think will happen?" He asked Luo Binhan sarcastically, "Now that 0312 is here, why would other foreign objects dare to come over?"

"Why didn't you say you and Chen Wei?" Luo Binhan asked him back, "Could it be that both of you are not as useful as Fake?"

"That guy is from Wuyuan, and he is good at building positions. He has stayed with you for so long, and he should have already made a lot of arrangements."

"You just watched him arrange?" Luo Binhan said dissatisfiedly, "He arranged and you also arranged! How can you be compared by the bald head!"

Jing Huang's gaze wandered.He said bluntly and vaguely that he did have arrangements, or Luo Binhan thought he heard something similar.But when he asked Jing Huang to repeat it clearly, the latter ignored him.Luo Binhan didn't feel disappointed. To be honest, he was satisfied enough to be able to pull Jing Huang into the crowd in broad daylight today.

"But having said that, we have no reason to attract monsters here." He happily sipped his ice-cola and said, "I know that's how it was played in the play, but what exactly is there in our place that monsters can plunder across a universe? Energy? Population ?I found that they spent more than they could grab on the way here, and they didn't stay very comfortably—our place is the African jungle in the universe, and no one wants to invade here."

He thought of 0206 who died locally, so he added: "Except for the desperate wanted criminals, they are the only ones who go into the jungle."

Momolo said naively: "But Mr. Luo, there are many treasures in your jungle."

"You watch our shows on my TV, don't you?" Robinham said, "I really don't mind if you watch my collection of adventure movies, even though most of them are bullshit. By the way, don't read my private Favorites, okay? The one marked 'for insomnia'."

"Why, Mr. Luo?"

"It's not healthy for you." Luo Binhan said inscrutablely.

He didn't let Mo Moluo continue to ask more questions, because that was definitely super-class content for the Yongguang Clan.In order to divert Momoro's attention, they also arranged a sufficient itinerary for the afternoon.Lihai City is not a place famous for tourism, and there are not many special attractions, but Momoro is really easy to satisfy. It seems that as long as he is placed in a group of interactive indigenous groups, he will be very happy.And in places like the city's history museum or art gallery, he tries to memorize everything that's been introduced.

Luo Binhan found that he also brought a small notebook for copying paintings and landscapes.He inexplicably asked Momoro if it was necessary, but Momoro told him that it was all learned from other people's observations.Luo Binhan really wanted to know what shows he watched in his absence.

The day passed.It was calm and dizzying.And it surprisingly didn't cost much.That's because everyone seems to have little interest in expensive and elaborate souvenirs.Zhou Ba is satisfied with her little angel backpack, and Momolo has copied many paintings and even sketches of several of them in her little notebook.Those paintings may not be very artistic, but the accuracy is very high, and the straight lines and arcs are so perfect that they seem to be made with tools.Appreciators can intuitively recognize what he depicts.

On the way back, Luo Binhan looked through Momoro's notebook with interest, recalling their day's itinerary.These precise and objective drawings reminded him of all those woven dolls that Momolo had given him.He had to marvel at Momoro's versatility.But at the same time, he also found that, unlike the simple and lovely woven dolls, Momolo's paintings strangely lacked a kind of vitality.He couldn't say professional comments, he just thought they were a bit cold.Those strokes are too perfect and too clean.The painter just faithfully and accurately recorded the position of the object shown by the light, but the atmosphere in his memory does not exist in the painting.He suspected that Momolo wasn't enjoying himself, but when he peeked at the owner of the notebook, he saw that the latter was playing with Eighth with enthusiasm and concentration a clapping game he had learned from local children.

Luo Binhan fell into deep thought.He was wondering how much the work could restore the author's personality and temperament, or it was just a matter of pure technique.Incongruity between inner and outer appearance.Or, Momolo doesn't really understand the real connection between human emotion and various symbolic representations.Those complex reactions are regarded as advanced, but this may not be the case for the Yongguang Clan.They are the unshaded peaks where the sun shines brightly, and what they overlook and never understand is the bottom of the jungle.Those dank places with overgrown weeds and tangled branches.There, the insects are noisy and the rotting grass is overgrown, and the sun will never be seen, but it has become the foundation of the lush forest and trees.

He fell asleep thinking about the jungle, and Jing Huang didn't wake him up until the bus arrived.

"Should you stop here?" He vaguely heard Jing Huang say, "This is the closest to Zhou Yu's house."

Luo Binhan rubbed his eyes and got out of the car.When the bus left in the dust, he was belatedly surprised that Jing Huang actually knew what the bus route was all about.He also found that he was still holding Momoro's small notebook in his hand, but there was nothing to worry about, he could return it to its original owner tomorrow.

It was almost dark, but Zhou Yu was not at home.Luo Binhan sent him a message, but did not get any reply.This is not unusual, he estimated that Zhou Yu was about to go through a busy night in the laboratory, and he might not be able to return until early in the morning or the next morning.He originally wanted to make dinner for himself, and listen to some news or popular programs casually, but the silence in the room made him a little uncomfortable.

He couldn't stand it any longer.So he left a message for Zhou Yu and went downstairs again.Instead of wandering aimlessly this time, he headed straight for Guns N' Roses.He planned to continue to try his luck on the task of "Ambush the Sword Immortal" tonight.Even if he can't meet it, it doesn't matter. He thinks it's very interesting to chat with Chen Wei. Now that he knows her a little bit, he no longer finds her so mysterious and scary, as long as she doesn't send him home.

In the end, he didn't even see Chen Wei.When he got through the narrow doorway of Gun Narrows, the only familiar face he saw—or rather, his back—was the red-haired man sitting in the corner.The drinks and meals on his table are exactly the same as last time, the angles of the clothes and notebooks are also exactly the same, and every detail seems to reappear from yesterday.Only his hair looked more unmanaged.From the rhythm of his typing on the keyboard, Luo Binhan could vaguely hear a bad mood.

There was no need to provoke a person who was busy with his affairs in a fit of anger, so Luo Binhan walked around to the counter and knocked on the door three times, but there was no response.He studied the handle again, but couldn't find any structure that looked like a keyhole, and when he tried to twist it, the door of the lounge opened easily.

There is no one in the room.The place where he and Chen Wei sat yesterday has been cleaned up, and the books scattered on the bed seem to be the same ones.The gorgeous nutcracker was well placed at the head of the bed.Luo Binhan waved his hand at it, then retracted his head out of the door.

The girl who looked at Chen Wei carefully did not come today, only the red-haired man monopolizes the store, and she seems to be quite at ease.Luo Binhan stood idly in front of the counter and peeked at him, imagining some bizarre plots in his mind: maybe this red-haired man is the hermit sword fairy he was looking for, and he sits here pretending to be a guest every day, using that laptop computer and universe The huge forces in the network communicated with each other, and by the way, colluded with Chen Wei to play a prank against him.On the surface, he is a socially phobic foreigner, but in fact he has extraordinary acting skills and can pretend to be another at any time—otherwise, how can he explain his fluent and standard Chinese?A foreigner who doesn't talk to people all day can't pronounce his pronunciation so standard.He will definitely practice secretly in places where Luo Binhan can't see.Another hypothesis is that the red hair and fair skin are all a disguise and he is actually a local swordsman just looking for a reason not to talk to people.There is nothing impossible, if Jing Huang could avoid talking to Chen Wei, he would voluntarily turn into a pelican.

With all kinds of wild imaginations, he poured himself a glass of Coke on the counter, and then walked slowly to the table of the red-haired man.When he approached within three meters, the other party had already half closed the computer and looked at him with alert eyes.Luo Binhan didn't show any embarrassment, but sat down beside him with a smile.

"Remember me?" he asked cheerfully.

The red-haired man probably didn't want to answer.But Luo Binhan's persistent smile and gaze must have made him understand that the other party would not leave him alone.He nodded very reluctantly: "What do you want?"

"I see you come here often." Luo Binhan said.

"Occasionally, but I've never been inside."

Now Luo Binhan knew that the other party did remember him.He continued in that warm, old-friend tone: "I'm a friend of the staff here. You know, that girl brought me in yesterday. She's just so easy to talk to me."

He knew that the fake smile on his face at the moment must be quite disgusting.Interestingly enough, though, he found that introverts tended to fall into this trap.That's not to say that they can become good friends, but that this kind of person is always unwilling to spend too much effort to dismiss a shameless stalker.They tend to run away, looking to distant horizons or unattainable exits.Now that their minds have fled to the quiet place of fantasy, their mouths will be more relaxed about things that do not concern themselves.

Sure enough, the red-haired man just stared at him for a few seconds, then quickly turned away as if to avoid a pool of filth, and regarded a bunch of paper roses on the wall as his new spiritual home.

"I'm a little curious about who the owner of this store is." Luo Binhan said as if he didn't see anything, "This store is open...Look at the layout. It's funny. I heard that the boss is a young man who can only throw money away. "

"Not like." The red-haired man said coldly.He tried to express his distaste for such gossip in his tone, but he did it bluntly enough to show that he had not often encountered such insolence in his life.

Luo Binhan deliberately showed disbelief on his face.This extra performance is actually unnecessary, because the other party didn't look at him at all.However, his frivolous and negligent tone must not have missed the other party's ears.

"What's different?" Luo Binhan said, "This person looks like a rich second generation with no skills. Spending the money of the old man in the family. Of course, first set up some fashionable and useless industries, and finally failed, and pretended that he had suffered a great grievance. I have seen such people a lot, the little ancestors of rich people. I can't afford any pain."

He groaned with envy and disdain.The red-haired man's brow furrowed even tighter.This is a person who will consciously pay the bill even if the shopkeeper is not around. He is naturally an upright and orderly person, or has a good relationship with the shopkeeper.Robin Han could see that he was short of breath, and knew that the regular customer had been irritated by him, and was about to utter some defensive words about the owner soon.

"If you think everyone has nothing to do like you," the red-haired man said dryly, "you can go and see his van, it comes every day at 04:30 in the morning. He carries It doesn't look as good as you... what do you mean? 'The little ancestor of a rich family'."

Robin Han grinned.Half of it is to continue teasing the other party, and the other half is out of genuine pride in the success of the trick. "04:30 every day!" he said, "are you staring at him at this time every night? Or do you listen to him complaining to you?"

"He never told me," said the red-haired man in a subdued tone, "but I live here..."

Luo Binhan waited intently for his next words, like a fisherman grasping his floating rod.He already had a premonition that he was about to reap something, but things happened to be so unsatisfactory-the store door was pushed open at this moment, and a tall, thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man walked in.

The red-haired man's testimony was immediately interrupted by the appearance of the new guest.To make matters worse, a certain awakened look appeared on the latter's face.He pursed his lips tightly, and looked at Luo Binhan suspiciously.The trap fabricated by provoking anger has been seen through.Luo Binhan knew that he would not be able to dig out any news from him tonight, and if he didn't get out of here immediately, maybe the other party would call the police.

He looked somewhat annoyed at the uninvited guest who ruined his good deed.But as soon as he saw the other person's appearance clearly, the expression on his face became as stiff as the red-haired man just now.He stood up quickly and silently, and walked to the table farthest from the red-haired man.A middle-aged man in a black shirt followed closely behind him.When he sat down in front of Luo Binhan, Luo Binhan had already adjusted a suitable face with a slightly guilty smile.He shifted slightly so that the new visitor's body was between him and the red-haired man.There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, he thought to himself, it's better not to let the red hair see him change his face.

The new visitor, too, looked at him with soft, well-controlled air.This is a face that has experienced many vicissitudes, thin and wrinkled, with an unhealthy burnt yellow color.Generally speaking, this face is suitable for a weathered farmer, or a penniless scavenger.Only his eyes showed unusual shrewdness and cruelty.For a person with a weak personality, it will be a torment to confront these eyes.

Luo Binhan was facing such a pair of eyes.But at the moment he didn't suffer much, because in the final analysis, it was just the eyes of twin mortals.His thoughts had drifted far away, and his expression and gestures were appropriately courteous.Part of his mind counts silently:
One, two, three, four, five.

He lowered his head slowly, avoiding eye contact, like a feline showing friendliness and submission.Then he fiddled with his glass of Coke lightly, as if he was embarrassed by the scene in front of him.Through the reflection of the cup, he could see that the other party also put on an attitude of tolerance and understanding like a loving father.

He understood that the other party was waiting for him to speak, and the atmosphere of the scene was almost the same.So he sighed and said with a meek, almost shy smile, "I thought it would take at least a week."

The generation who played the role of a loving father gave him a slight nod.Perhaps it is years of personnel work that has made this person more adept at handling gestures.Luo Binhan could read exactly what he wanted to express: criticism of the mischief, relief at the return of the wanderer, and approval of the calm response.A person can express so many attitudes with his hands and feet, Luo Binhan really wanted to make a video of him for study.

"I'm back," he said.

Luo Binhan continued, "I'm back."

The other put a thin hand on his shoulder.Luo Binhan relaxed the muscles there, allowing the other party to pat comfortingly.That attitude finally satisfied the other party, and he greeted Luo Binhan in a joking manner: "How is it in the African jungle?"

"It's not as exciting as here." Luo Binhan said, "The days there were too monotonous. I didn't have anything to ask for. Business, money, night shows, nothing. It was too boring. It was too boring. I found that without these things, my life was meaningless at all. No. Seriously, Africa is so bare, we're the place to be for some thrills."

They laughed together.

(End of this chapter)