Defend Namsan Park

Chapter 93
What Wei Mao was reminiscing about was not Shang Lu's body - Shang Lu was just a phantom that could be admired from a distance but not touched. That phantom was hazy and far away behind the rain curtain. Except for a psychopath like Wei Mao who was deeply obsessed, there might not be another person in the world who could see the shadow of a woman in Shang Lu. People are always very sensitive to things that they are familiar with. Now Shang Lu is sure that Wei Mao can smell the scent of his sister from him like a dog. Now thinking back, when they first met, Shang Lu's heart skipped a beat, thinking that mankind was finished, and Wei Mao's heart skipped a beat, thinking that this was the smell of his mother.

This is the most outrageous two-way rush in the world.

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"Chief Engineer! Do you know what the biggest news in Room 151 is today?" Chen Yu's voice came from the upper bunk, mysteriously.

Shang Lu leaned against the head of the bed, holding Rilke's poetry collection in his hands, and looked up at the bed board above his head:
"Bazhong has fallen?"

"No."

"Yibin has fallen?"

"also not."

“That means Chengdu has fallen.”

"Weimao has fallen!" Chen Yu said, "Someone took a photo of Weimao standing with a mysterious woman this evening, right over at Chongqing University of Posts and Telecommunications. There are pictures as evidence. Take a look at the photos!"

He half leaned out from the upper bunk and handed the phone down with his fingers. Shang Lu frowned. He didn't know who took the secretly taken photo, but in the photo, the two of them were holding an umbrella and looking at each other affectionately. Those who knew said it was at the 151 Nanshan Support Base, but those who didn't would have thought it was a remake of "My Fair Princess". Fortunately, the distance was far and it was raining, so they couldn't see clearly. Except for Wei Mao's stunningly handsome face that could not be stuffed into his pocket and hidden, no one recognized the true identity of the woman opposite him for the time being.

It is conceivable that this will become the biggest gossip of 151 today.

These bastards in the headquarters, were they all entertainment reporters before the collapse?
"Who is so lucky to be favored by Wei Mao?"

Chen Yu took back his phone and tried to enlarge the photo, trying to identify the man's face from the blurry pixels.

Shang Lu once strictly ordered the construction office to keep the secret and no one was allowed to tell this matter to anyone. If anyone leaked the news, he would pull out his tongue and stuff it into the winch.

"Who is so lucky to be favored by Wei Mao?"

Chen Yu stared with eyes wide open.

"Can you gain merit by snooping into other people's private lives?" Shang Lu said.

"I can't be allowed to achieve any merit." Chen Yu said, "But I can be the most powerful person in the headquarters today. Even the chief of staff will have to give up his seat for me."

"Tear out my eyes and I can still see you."

Phytolacca said.

Chen Yu asked: "Who did you see?"

"Reading poetry." Shang Lu replied, "Rilke said so."

As a young literary man, Chen Yu's desk is always filled with the works of the greatest writers in human history. He said that as long as there is still one person reading literature in the doomsday era, human culture and spirit have not been cut off, and he will represent the most noble side of human civilization and persist to the end. Shang Lu is not as noble as him, but he also picks up a book from time to time to flip through it. The lecture notes on Riemann geometry and general relativity are probably the most difficult things in the world. There are pages and pages of numbers and symbols, without a single word, but it tells you that the space-time curvature caused by mass in a hyperbolic space will manifest as universal repulsion - God knows how it tells you?

If it weren't for Old Man Ji holding his head and asking him to grasp both engineering theory and both hands, Shang Lu would not want to touch this thing at all. Now it is Rilke's spirit that supports him. Open Rilke's poetry collection, Rilke will tell you: What victory is there? Holding on is everything!
Stand firm in front of angels, and stand firm in front of Einstein.

Shang Lu twisted the small table lamp attached to the bedside and pulled the thin blanket up to his chest. Chongqing in August and September is as hot as a furnace, but there is always a whistling draft in the tunnel. The temperature at night does not exceed 095 degrees Celsius, so you have to cover yourself with a blanket when you sleep. As for why the two of them slept in the cave, it was thanks to the blessing of Snail Angel No. .

No. 095 Snail Angel - now Shanglu and Chenyu call it "Infinite Laser Bodhisattva" or "Big X Light Buddha". It orbits the earth every seven hours. The Central Military Commission requires everyone to enter the bunker when they rest at night. The bunker of Shanglu and Chenyu is the entrance tunnel of Base 151 behind the yard. The powerful business manager found a rusty iron bed with upper and lower bunks from somewhere, installed wooden boards, and stuffed it into the tunnel. It was left for the two young people to sleep at night as a temporary residence. When they sleep, the more than ten-meter-thick rock layer above their heads can block all radiation, but the wind is a bit strong. "I miss my soft bed." Chenyu turned over on the upper bunk, and the thin wooden bed board creaked under the pressure. "When will the life of us cavemen end?"

"When the giant gun is fired, it will be over."

"What if we miss?" Chen Yu asked, "Chief Engineer, do you have Plan B?"

"You are the commander, why are you asking me?" Shang Lu said, "You are the ones who drew up the battle plan, I am just the executive department."

"That means there is no Plan B," Chen Yu said. "The fate of all mankind depends on that one shot."

"We have always done this, all in, but we win every time." Shang Lu said, "Assassinating gods and sniping Buddha doesn't sound like a small project."

"Betting!" Chen Yu said, "I will risk my life for you."

"Betting." Shang Lu said, "We are all betting."

"Little Chief Engineer, tell me the truth, do you trust Wei Mao?"

"What's the point of whether I trust him or not? It's enough that the Military Commission trusts him. It's the Military Commission that assigns the tasks, not me." Shang Lu rested his head on his arm. "I'm just an exiled director of the Operations Office. I go out every day to beg for favors and lead a group of people to do a project that is almost impossible to complete."

"No, Chief Engineer, you trust him." Chen Yu leaned out from the upper bunk again, his eyes shining brightly in the darkness, "You trust him very much."

Shang Lu was stunned.

"If you don't trust him, you will kill him," Chen Yu continued.

This statement in turn shocked Shang Lu himself: "Why would I kill him?"

"You will kill him, or shoot him twice in the thigh, leaving him seriously injured and bedridden." Chen Yu said, "Because that's who you are, little chief engineer, don't you know yourself? If you don't trust him, you will do this, or you will do it sooner or later."

"Don't talk nonsense. You have to be responsible for what you say! I have always abided by the law and never overstepped the line. I can't find another person as law-abiding as me in the whole world." Shang Lu denied it flatly, but he was silent for a few seconds and tried to ask again: "Baibai, am I... am I really that dangerous in your eyes?"

Chen Yu opened his eyes wide and nodded without hesitation:
"You are just that dangerous."

Finally, he said in a prophetic tone:
"If you think Wei Mao is not qualified to put all the lives on the table, I have no doubt that you will shoot him, little chief engineer, you will do it sooner or later."

"Shoot him?"

"Shoot anyone."

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Missed the target!

Two large crimson characters jumped out in front of him. Tang Di took off his headphones helplessly, leaned back and sat on the chair.

Is this the first time that I've missed the target?