After the song was sung, there was thunderous applause in the auditorium.
Shanglu fell asleep when he stepped off the stage. He looked around for the restroom in a hurry. When he couldn't find it, he ran out while it was dark outside, crossed the road, hid under a tree, and peed against the roots of the tree.
It took a long time to urinate, steaming hot and fiercely, the snow melted wherever he passed, and a small trench broke out. As the hydrostatic pressure in the bladder gradually dropped, all the worries seemed to be discharged along with it. He was slowly Slowly letting go, Phytolacca sighed contentedly, held up the waistband of his trousers and shook it a few times, and watched leisurely as the white water vapor exhaled from his mouth and nose rolled away and dissipated.
"Supervisor?"
Phytolacca's hands shook, his body froze, and he subconsciously lifted his pants as if he had been shot.
"Supervisor...supervisor?"
Someone called him from behind, with a slightly hesitant tone. Shang Lu slowly turned around and saw Shen Jiang standing across the road wrapped in a thick coat.
Shang Lu waved her hand awkwardly, but luckily it was dark outside and she couldn't see clearly what she was doing.
Shen Jiang's eyes lit up.
The two of them squatted down on the steps at the entrance of the auditorium, shivering and huffing and haha. The girl choked Phytolacca on her first words:
"Are you peeing there?"
"I..." Phytolacca thought for a long time and found an excuse that didn't seem too outrageous. "I just saw a big black bird on the tree. I was watching birds there."
"Where are the birds?" Shen Jiang probed.
"It has flown away," Phytolacca said.
Faintly, warm cheers and applause came from the auditorium behind. I don’t know which department was on stage again to put on an exciting show. Shang Lu turned his head and took a look. The door was brightly lit, and crimson lanterns were hung high. The calligraphy of the Spring Festival couplets is free and easy, and there is definitely no such master of calligraphy in 151. Most of them are sent from the rear. On the one hand, they say goodbye to the old year, and on the other hand, they welcome the new year, and every year is prosperous. They are all good words.
People in several departments have been busy for months just for tonight's show. The importance is evident. The Spring Festival is the most important festival in the modern human world, followed by Tomb Sweeping Festival. After the Great Collapse, society was completely shut down, and it has been until now. They have not yet regained their vitality, but traditional festivals have gradually taken their due place in this atmosphere. Young people who are at a loss don't know how to build a mature society, so they can only start by following the tradition, starting from Laba and ending with Lantern Festival. A Spring Festival can last a long time.
"What if the angel takes this opportunity to attack?" Phytophaga asked.
"Just do whatever you have to do." Shen Jiang said, "If we don't relax the system during the holidays, the base commander and political commissar will be on guard in Dali."
Maintaining a state of war readiness during holidays is an experience summed up from human wars. This habit has continued, but angels will not care about this. They will not understand the reasons why human society attaches special importance to certain days. For angels, In other words, perhaps every second since the Big Bang has been exactly the same.
Shen Jiang and Shanglu chatted about each other. She didn't say what she wanted to do after chasing her out. Anyway, she didn't want to go back to watch the show. When she got cold, the girl stood up and stamped her feet. She folded a small wooden stick. Write and draw on the snow, squat in front of Phytolacca and tell him some basic knowledge related to angels - for example, long-range forces no longer follow the inverse square ratio in four-dimensional space, and it is difficult to form large structures in four-dimensional space. So angels are actually very small things. For example, humans can never actively detect the measurement of four-dimensional manifolds, but there are ways to estimate it - Phytolacca listened and focused its attention on the other person's eyebrows. Shen Jiang She lowered her head and spoke so seriously, her carefully managed forehead hair fell down and swayed slightly with her movements.
While the other party was not paying attention, Shang Lu's gaze became slightly bolder. He looked at Shen Jiang's fair forehead, where the eyebrows and eyes met looked like undulating distant mountains, and there were still sparkling makeup in the corners of his eyes.
No matter from which angle you look at it, Shen Jiang is a unique girl. She is one of the few geniuses in the human world, and a hero who drives giant weapons to protect all mankind. She can stand on the stage and sing Wang Feng's songs, and she can give you She is very good at talking about general physics and Riemannian geometry.
"Supervisor!" Shen Jiang suddenly raised his head, and Shang Lu was caught off guard and made eye contact with her.
Phytolacca subconsciously
She leaned back and kept a safe distance from the other person's beautiful but intimidating aura. However, Shen Jiang did not let him go. She kept her gaze, and her eyes gradually revealed a curious look.
Shen Jiang asked the old question again:
"Supervisor, did you say we have met before?"
"I just saw it." Phytolacca was confused, "On the stage."
"I mean a long time ago, a long time ago." Shen Jiang's statement became more and more strange, "I always feel that you look familiar..."
"Sister, aren't you face-blind?"
"Facial blindness is the right thing. Facial blindness allows me to directly penetrate the deepest essence without being disturbed by facial features." Shen Jiang always has his own logic, "You have a familiar smell."
"It's the smell of dumplings in the cafeteria. I ate a big bowl tonight and my mouth smelled like leeks." Shanglu breathed out, "If you don't believe me, just smell it."
Shen Jiang immediately showed her disgust. She slapped Shangwei away and said, "Get away!"
Shang Lu also felt cold. He got up and stamped his feet in circles, saying to Shen Jiang:
"Leader, the feeling of familiarity may be an illusion given to you by the brain. Human memory is unreliable. The brain will create many non-existent things out of thin air to fill the gaps. Some are things that have appeared in dreams, and some are seen from others. The content you heard here has been pieced together by your brain and taken as your own. In fact, you have never met me."
"Perhaps I met you in a previous life?"
"I've never seen it in my previous life." Phytolacca said.
"Don't talk as if you have actually experienced a previous life." Shen Jiang took out the frozen chocolate from his coat pocket, raised his head and handed it to him, "Hey, is it cold? Add some sugar to warm yourself up."
Phytolacca took the chocolate, opened the package and took a bite. It was still full of alcohol. Shen Jiang was right. After staying in the snow for a long time, his limbs were almost numb from the cold. If he hadn't coveted the time alone with Shen Jiang, he would have been there. It’s time to go back to the warm auditorium, but compared to having sex with your beautiful and powerful sister, what is being cold?
Shang Lu feels that it is difficult for normal people not to be attracted by Shen Jiang's charm. Regardless of whether she is a man or a woman, she is the type of killer for both men and women. She has a super high IQ, is decisive, brave and resourceful, and can kill angels. She is just awesome, and she even gives chocolates to her. You eat it, who can refuse such a sister?
Eating a piece of chocolate given by my beautiful sister in the snowy winter, it feels as warm as if I had just peeed in my crotch, and it will warm all the way to the soles of my feet.
"If you eat my food, you have to help... Come, supervisor, help me." Shen Jiang sat on the steps, lowered her head, lifted her hair to reveal her slender neck, took out a syringe from her bag and held it up Gao, handed it to Phytolacca, "Give me an injection. Can you see the interface?"
A thin disposable glass syringe, well sealed, with a viscous transparent liquid inside, Phytolacca flicked it with a finger.
"PDMA-PAAM injection." Shen Jiang explained, "It is called polydopamine methacrylamide-polyacrylamide gel injection in Chinese. It is the stabilizer of the iEEG-BCI system and needs to be injected every once in a while."
Shang Lu sat next to Shen Jiang. He could see the interface on the back of the girl's neck. It was not so much an interface as it was a wound that had been open and could not be healed. It was modified by chips, microelectronic structures, metal and plastic shells. Wound, Shang Lu looked at the black interface embedded in flesh and blood, his heart suddenly felt cold, and he couldn't help shuddering.
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With cold hands and feet. Phytolacca replied, "My roommate said I have this problem."
"Then don't touch me with your hands." Shen Jiang tilted his head and held up his hair with one hand. The distance was so close that Shang Lu could smell the subtle fragrance in his collar.
Phytolacca inserted the syringe into the interface on the back of Shen Jiang's head and slowly pushed the stabilizer in. The girl frowned and kept gasping for breath, and the goosebumps on her back were trembling slightly.
"This thing is colder than your hands."
When Shen Jiang raised his head again, his face was pale and he was panting. Two lines of bright red nosebleeds hung on his lips. Shanglu subconsciously reached out to touch her face. Shen Jiang was so dizzy that he had no time to stop him.
"Hello……"
When Shen Jiang reacted, Shanglu had already retracted his hand. He licked the blood on his fingertips. Shen Jiang wanted to say something, but stopped when he saw Shanglu's expression. She said that she was blind in the face, so she was not affected by the five senses. It's not a lie that interference can see the essence. At this moment, she can accurately feel that the young man in front of her is sinking inch by inch and getting colder, just like the way the urine in the crotch in the winter has cooled down. Tightly cold to the soles of the feet.
Phytolacca's eyes were complicated, he hated something, and he had made some kind of determination. It was an aggressive look, as if he wanted to hit someone head-on, a blow to the head.
