Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 215 Zhajiang Noodles

"Don't be impulsive." Yang Qi grabbed Sun Hang's arm. "The teacher has ordered that this experiment be given the highest priority. All preparations are being carried out intensively. Everything will be ready in two days at most... By then, even if there is any accident during the absorption process, we can activate the emergency rescue plan. This is not only for the safety of the institute, but also for the safety of you and Wang Xiyi."

"When exactly will it be decided?" Sun Hang turned to look at Yang Qi and asked.

"The teacher will notify us tomorrow or the day after tomorrow when the preparations are completed." Yang Qi said, "Also, out of responsibility for the people in the city, this experiment cannot be carried out in Tianfu City."

"Where is the test site?"

"One hundred and sixty kilometers west of the city." Yang Qi replied, "Longyan Fort turned that place into a ruin. The institute simply built a new test site there. All tests with a danger level higher than or equal to Class B will be transferred to that test site for conduct."

"Okay." Sun Hang took a last look at Old Wang sleeping in the eternally frozen coffin. Amid the harsh sound of chains and gears, the eternally frozen coffin was once again sunk into the liquid nitrogen pool.

……

……

Sun Hang did not stay in the institute. After meeting the old director, he decided to go home and have a good sleep.

The sky is big and the earth is big, sleeping is the biggest.

However, Yang Qi decided to stay and work overtime... It must be said that if this guy is not a workaholic, then he must be a masochist. After experiencing so many exhausting troubles, he can still devote himself to work as soon as possible - Sun Hang just glanced at the backlog of documents and experimental materials on her desk that were piled like a mountain, and quietly left Yang Qi's office.

This job is so terrible, even more terrible than a monster, Sun Hang sighed inwardly.

Especially this kind of job where you can't slack off.

……

After parking the car that Yang Qi lent him, Sun Hang got out of the car and walked to the gate of the villa.

Sun Hang glanced at the clean and tidy courtyard gate and neatly trimmed lawn - although he had not lived here during this period, the staff responsible for maintaining and cleaning the villa would still come to his house regularly, even under the shroud of eternal night.

They are not employees of an ordinary housekeeping company, but field operators of the Tianfu City Weird Research Institute... Especially for the new operators, taking care of the hunters' daily lives and ensuring logistical supplies basically occupy more than 80% of the daily task list.

"Huh... I'm finally home." Sun Hang stretched comfortably and pressed his finger on the door lock.

The villa had a new door lock, but Sun Hang's fingerprint data had already been entered in advance.

"Beep, verification passed, welcome home."

Although it is a home, I have actually lived in this villa for less than a month.

With this thought in mind, Sun Hang slowly walked into the entrance hall.

Throwing his muddy boots aside, Sun Hang clapped his hands, and the voice-controlled lights in the living room immediately lit up, and the dark room suddenly became brightly lit.

The living room was very clean, without a trace of dust on the floor. The sofa was covered with a dust cover made of plastic cloth. A discus-shaped sweeping robot was lying under the cabinet, and the charging indicator light was constantly jumping between red and green.

Sun Hang felt a little thirsty, so he quickly walked to the refrigerator and opened the door.

There were dozens of cans neatly arranged in the refrigerator, all of which were alcoholic beverages that Wang Xiyi liked... This guy used to come to Sun Hang's house to drink, chat and watch TV after completing his daily exercise. Because she felt it was too troublesome to bring her own alcohol every time, she simply changed the beverages in Sun Hang's material application form to various canned wines, so that Sun Hang's beverage reserves went from a full refrigerator of juice, milk and soda to a full refrigerator of beer, rice wine and soju.

The Black Dragon meme gave Wang Xiyi the ability to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Many times, Sun Hang felt that Wang Xiyi's drunken appearance was not caused by alcohol, but she was pretending.

What did that sentence say?

Oh, yes, it’s called “It’s not the wine that makes people drunk, it’s people who make themselves drunk.”

Faintly, Sun Hang seemed to hear the sound of the gas inside the can being puffed out when it was opened, and the sound of Wang Xiyi gulping down the wine and talking with a slurred tongue after finishing... She seemed to be lying on the sofa, holding the can of wine, yelling at Sun Hang to sit over and have a drink with her.

But when Sun Hang turned around, he found that there was no one on the sofa, and even the dust cover had not been removed.

Sun Hang picked out a can of the highest-proof liquor from the refrigerator - this was Wang Xiyi's favorite brand before. According to her, this was the only liquor on the market that was packaged in cans. She bought two cans out of curiosity at first, but she fell in love with it as soon as she drank it, and she couldn't stop.

Nearly one-third of the wine in Sun Hang’s refrigerator are canned liquor of this brand.

With a "puff", Sun Hang opened the can, and a gas mixed with a strong smell of alcohol gushed out - this was not pure white wine, but a blended wine with carbonated soda added. Even so, its alcohol content was still as high as 67 degrees.

"Cheers." Sun Hang raised the can towards the empty sofa, then tilted his head back and took a sip.

"Nonsence!"

The next second, Sun Hang spat out all the liquid in his mouth onto the ground.

He really didn't understand what was so good about this drink that was bitter, spicy, and had a sour taste like unripe grapes.

Could it be that Lao Wang is also a masochist?

Sun Hang shook the cans which still had more than 90% of the cans left and threw them directly into the trash can.

"The evaluation is... not as good as horse urine."

He pulled off the dust cover on the sofa, picked up the remote control on the coffee table, and turned on the TV.

The Ultraman show that I hadn't finished watching last time I went out continued to play. With the help of wire work, the special effects actor in a leather suit did several somersaults in the air, and then kicked the monster in the chest. The monster was immediately kicked back by the big kick, and it also smashed more than a dozen buildings along the way.

The only flaw was that the wire hanging Ultraman was exposed and flashed past the camera.

"Fuck, what did you protect?" Sun Hang couldn't help but complain. He felt that if he were the owner of those smashed houses, and he still had decades of mortgages to pay off... He would probably want to kill Ultraman at this time...

Ultraman fights for humanity, but not all humans are grateful to Ultraman.

In the eyes of many people, all they can see is their own interests.

But in a war involving the life and death of an entire race, personal interests are often the first to be given up.

Ultraman and the monster on the screen punched and kicked each other for several minutes, and the familiar plot was played out again - the timer on Ultraman's chest began to light up red, and the warning sound of beeping also added a sense of urgency to the battle scene. Just when Sun Hang thought that Ultraman was about to fire a beam to kill the monster in the next second, the picture suddenly froze, and then Ultraman and the monster turned into a pile of abstract color blocks, twitching and squirming on the screen.

"Fuck it." Sun Hang couldn't help but curse.

The picture turned out like this not because Sun Hang's TV was invaded by a strange creature, but because the set of discs that Wang Xiyi gave him... were pirated.

Sun Hang took the CD out of the projector. As expected, there were several very obvious scratches on the CD. It seemed that it was accidentally scratched by the burrs on the edge of the box when it was put back into the box last time.

The quality of pirated goods is really hard to describe.

Sun Hang glanced at the discs piled on the TV cabinet, and the note Wang Xiyi left last time was still inside.

"It's for you."

Her handwriting is quite beautiful, with sharp strokes and a sense of free and easy style.

"call……"

Sun Hang gently rubbed his thumb across the CD, and the scratches disappeared instantly.

The ability to make your wishes come true is indeed useful, just like the magic in Harry Potter. With a light tap of the wand, broken plates, broken glasses legs, and water-damaged books can all be restored to their original state in an instant.

After putting the disc back into the projector, the distorted image was restored. Ultraman smashed the monster into pieces with a beam of light, and then flew into the universe in that classic posture that couldn't be more classic.

Wang Xiyi seems to be particularly fond of the Ultraman series of films. I just don’t know whether she is putting herself into the shoes of Ultraman or the monster when watching these films.

Sun Hang suddenly remembered an episode he had watched before. The monster in that episode was originally harmless towards humans, but later because it absorbed too much energy, it completely lost control and wreaked havoc in the city. In the end, Ultraman had to kill it...

"Lao Wang, Lao Wang...will you become a monster killed by Ultraman?" Sun Hang took out another can from the refrigerator, still containing that niche brand of sparkling blended wine.

He pulled open the can and took a long drink.

This time he didn't spit it out.

Bubbles burst in his mouth with a crackling sound, and the hot liquid rolled down his throat like a red-hot knife. Sun Hang couldn't help coughing, and even tears were coughed out.

He remembered the first time he "clinked glasses" with Lao Wang. It was at the Air Force Base in Longquanyi. The two of them sat on the steps of the base building, eating their boxed lunches in big mouthfuls.

It’s a pity that the air force base only provides orange juice, no alcohol, and even the carbonated drinks that Sun Hang likes.

It was also at that time that Wang Xiyi told Sun Hang that she had not much time left.

She asked Sun Hang to eat her at the last moment, and said that she could be braised or steamed.

This guy never seems to take death seriously.

To her, it was just a destination that would eventually be reached...it was the same for everyone.

Compared to those children who did not survive the fusion experiment, she was one of the lucky ones among a hundred.

Even lucky people sometimes run out of luck.

"But it shouldn't be now." Sun Hang drank the liquid in the can and threw the empty can into the trash can.

The empty can collided with another almost full can, making a pleasant sound.

The sound was not enough to just sound once, but instead it turned into a series of tunes, playing with a ding-dong sound.

Two seconds later, Sun Hang realized that it was his doorbell ringing.

He opened the door and found Zhong Ling standing at the door with a suitcase. The dozen or so coffins filled with strange corpses were neatly stacked on the lawn of his house.

"They didn't arrange accommodation for you?" Sun Hang was a little surprised.

"There are no vacant rooms in the institute, and I don't want to stay in a hotel." Zhong Ling said calmly, "Yang Qi said that she could arrange an unused hunter villa for me to live in, but your friend said that I can live in your house."

"My friend? Who?" Sun Hang was stunned. In his impression, he didn't seem to have such a nosy friend?
"I don't know him, but he seems to be wearing an investigator's uniform." Zhong Ling answered honestly.

"Okay, I know who it is." Sun Hang's mind flashed with Yin Xiang's sly smile. He reluctantly stepped aside and helped Zhong Ling drag the suitcase in.

"The guest bedroom is on the first floor, and the bathroom is at the end of the corridor." Sun Hang said, "If you want to drink anything, just take it from the refrigerator. As for food, the food I make can only be regarded as vital signs maintenance substances. If you want to eat some normal food, I suggest you use the microwave to heat up the frozen bento yourself. Although it is a pre-prepared dish, at least it is delicious and tasty."

"I can cook." Zhong Ling's answer surprised Sun Hang a little. In his opinion, ten out of ten rich girls like her are people who have never done housework. Let alone cooking, being able to boil water to make instant noodles is already a rare species.

"It's useless to know how to cook. There's no food in the refrigerator." Sun Hang curled his lips, "There are only frozen semi-finished products."

The supplies such as rice, flour, fresh vegetables and meat were replaced by frozen dumplings, instant noodles and various self-heating foods by Sun Hang on the second day after he moved in.

Zhong Ling walked to the refrigerator, opened the doors of the refrigerator and freezer, stared at the stock in the refrigerator for a while, then picked out a few bags of things and walked towards the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, she brought two bowls of steaming noodles with soybean paste to the table.

Zhong Ling handed a pair of washed chopsticks to Sun Hang.

"You can really cook? I thought you were joking." Sun Hang picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks and put it into his mouth with some surprise. Although it was slightly different from the "Chun Ming Noodles with Soy Sauce" which was said to be a ten-year-old brand sold at the breakfast stall, it was much better than the instant noodles Sun Hang cooked himself.

"Instant noodles tend to get mushy, so I used pasta instead," Zhong Ling said. "The sauce is made from the seasoning packet in the self-heating hot pot, plus the seasoning from your kitchen. The taste is a little different from the authentic Chunmingcheng noodles."

"Awesome, real people never show their faces!" Sun Hang gave her a thumbs up and quickly sucked the noodles with sauce into his mouth.

"If you like it, I can make it for you every day."

　Lao Wang: Damn, someone stole my house

　　
　
(End of this chapter)