When Luo Binhan rushed into Jing Huang's room, he found that there was more than one person inside. Jing Huang was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and Yaleriga and Momolo were also there. Even Marin stood in the middle of the room, facing Jing Huang and Yaleriga, looking like he was giving some kind of speech.
That was really a scene that Luo Binhan had never imagined, but there was no time to feel novel about it. He went straight to Jing Huang and grabbed the other man's hair.
"Something happened to the policeman!" he shouted.
"What the hell?" Jing Huang said.
Luo Binhan wanted to say Upsilon, but he couldn't remember how to spell the name. Those four syllables swirled repeatedly in his throat, and finally he pointed at Momolo and said, "Something happened to his brother!"
Momolo tilted his head in confusion: "Mr. Luo, what happened to Senior Upsilon?"
"He died!" Luo Binhan said anxiously.
"Are you talking about the indicator light? But Mr. Luo, the senior uses special equipment from the Ministry of Public Security with its own energy generator. There is no external indicator light at all."
Luo Binhan held the ring in front of its eyes and shook it, then pointed at it and said, "This thing is out!"
Momolo nodded solemnly, seemingly still waiting for the next step.
"Can't this be considered normal? Luo Binhan said. He was a little puzzled to find that everyone present looked normal.
"Are you stupid?" Jing Huang said, "This thing is activated by the spirit of that lightbulb eye. It would have been turned off when he was not around. Otherwise, I would have asked you to throw it away."
"Then it's normal for it to flicker and disappear?"
Jing Huang stopped talking, and it seemed that he was not completely sure. Luo Binhan had no choice but to turn his attention to Momoluo.
Momolo took away the two rings from Luo Binhan's hand. He held them in his hands, and within seconds they were as dazzling as street lights in the dark. Luo Binhan couldn't help but cover his eyes and shouted together with Jing Huang: "Turn off the lights!"
"But I don't control the lights of the spaceship, Mr. Xuanhong." Momolo said innocently. He gently returned the ring in his hand to Luo Binhan.
"You can take your brother's things," Luo Binhan said quickly.
Momolo shook his head and said: "This is not possible, Mr. Luo. This equipment is only qualified to be used by guardians who have officially passed the postgraduate entrance examination, and it is a weapon designed by Senior Upsilon himself and is exclusive to him. In I shouldn't have to rely on such powerful external equipment until I finish my internship."
Luo Binhan really wanted to discuss the power of a pair of handcuffs with him (he had never seen a monster willing to reach out and be cuffed), but now was not a good time. He pulled Mo Moruo's shoulder and said: "Old Mo, it's time for us to stop the Will of Light class, right? You first need to find out whether your brother is okay or not. This young master has just met him. If something happens to him, how will we explain it then? The last contact person is the key suspect."
Momolo said seriously: "I believe Mr. Xuanhong is innocent."
"You don't believe me," Luo Binhan said. "I heard with my own ears that he was cursing your brother for bad luck. It hasn't even been a day, but something is wrong. Can you say it has nothing to do with him? I think there must be something wrong with you. It's very possible. It was the murderer who directed and acted."
"Idiot." Jing Huang interjected contemptuously from the side. But Luo Binhan's imagination was not limited by this. All kinds of terrible thoughts were still running through his mind, and the description of the death scenes of Uona's descendants became extremely real.
"But senior should be fine." Momolo said. He then pointed to the circle and explained: "I tried it just now. The glow of this equipment is because the user's spirit is fluctuating. If Mr. Luo saw it flashing frequently just now, it should be because the senior is doing something wrong. Being emotionally agitated about something has nothing to do with the senior's own health."
"Then why doesn't it light up now?"
"It should be that the senior himself has disconnected his spiritual connection with this equipment, or is in a position where he cannot be contacted. However, this kind of place probably does not exist in Sugar Land, so it is more likely to be the former."
Luo Binhan couldn't feel optimistic about his answer. He gently reminded Momolo that the latter's speculation did not prove Upsilon's safety at all. But Momolo still said with confidence: "Senior will definitely be fine."
"Please stop planting some flags for your brother." Luo Binhan said sadly.
He was about to persuade Momoluo from another angle, but then Jing Huang stood up. He walked up to Luo Binhan, picked up the ring with one finger and looked at it with disgust on his face. Luo Binhan took this opportunity to pat him and said, "Master, tell me honestly, are you the mastermind behind this?"
Jing Huang ignored him, just put down the ring and said: "That dead bulb eye is the nemesis of 'freeze' by nature. Even if you get into trouble because of messing around, it is definitely not the result of 'freeze' by force." . If you are worried, just go find him and have a look. It’s hard for a guy like that to die if he screams like a ghost."
"Aren't you going?" Luo Binhan asked.
Jing Huang let out a contemptuous snort from his nose, which reminded Luo Binhan of the black cat named Shaodong. Just when he was about to warn Jing Huang not to be like his grandfather's little pet, Jing Huang turned to Marin and said: "I already know what you want. I don't care about this matter, you can do whatever you want. Go. There is only one thing, that is, you are not allowed to mention Wuyuanxing."
Marin showed a very rare restraint and calmness on this occasion. He was extremely sincere and said that he would never involve any sensitive content, and would also pay attention to what Jing Huang needed on his behalf. His appearance made Luo Binhan almost forget his purpose of coming.
"What are you two doing?" he asked Jing Huang.
Jing Huang said coldly: "Isn't it just that little trick you played? You can ask him yourself. And about the lightbulb eyes, his aura just appeared in the north. If you care so much, just ask him yourself Let’s go and check on him.”
After saying these words, he "invited" everyone except Yaleriga to leave the room. As soon as his door closed, ∈ jumped out of the air.
"Oh! Look. This is a strange thing." ∈ said, "Our captain is very depressed today."
"Isn't he always like this?" Luo Binhan said strangely.
"No, no, that's two different things. Have you tried using his voiceprint for emotion recognition? His data today is different from usual."
∈ said emphatically: "It's completely different. He was angry before, and he's depressed today. Maybe I should sing him a lullaby or something, but he definitely won't let me do that. He's a bad kid. I'm an unlucky nanny. .”
"Okay." Luo Binhan said. He secretly kept this matter in mind and prepared to inquire about it later. Before that, he said to Momolo: "Old Mo, let's go. Seeing is believing. Let's go and take a look at your brother's condition."
Momolo agreed gently and calmly, which made Luo Binhan feel more secure. Before leaving the Silence, he slowly looked at Malinophorus, who was also driven out.
"I talked to him about Star Wars." Marin shrugged and said, "I suggested to Wuona to add more neutral cards. Wuona was bolder than me, and she proposed to directly Use the members of this ship as a prototype to create an expansion pack on the theme of interstellar criminals - that will definitely arouse a lot of topics, but it can also easily cause controversy, do you understand? So I came to say hello to him first. , at least it can save you some trouble of infringement."
"You just mentioned it to him directly?"
"Why not? I think he probably won't care, because Gu Yuolv has always been insensitive to this kind of artistic image. They don't care what they look like after being processed by people from a few stars away. You Hate it or you like it. I told him and let him agree, and we saved a lot of unnecessary legal procedures."
Luo Binhan had to admit that Ma Lin's words made sense. At the same time, he also heard another more important thing from Marin's words. He asked hesitantly: "Are you participating in the planning of Star Wars?"
"Not bad." Marin admitted. He paused and then said: "I originally wanted to tell you about this later, friend. But now is also a good time - I am going to accept Wuona's appointment as the art consultant of Zhuangyuan. I think that It means our get-together is over. No matter what, this period of time is still quite interesting."
That was not a particularly shocking reply to Luo Binhan, but when Marin said it clearly, Luo Binhan still felt a little regretful. He somewhat sincerely expressed his regret for this poker player and wished him a better future and a home in Zhuangyuan. Just when he was about to end the journey with a hug, Marin looked at Momolo next to him, and then pulled Luo Binhan into a separate empty room.
"Well, now that I'm leaving," he said, "I guess we're quite compatible, so I should just tell the truth."
His expression was so serious that Luo Binhan almost thought that he would reveal his true feelings to him and confess his love. Fortunately, this did not happen. Marin just said: "Friend, I suggest you come with me."
"What?" Luo Binhan asked, a little unable to react.
"A suggestion that may not be so pleasant: get off the ship." Marin said. "Man, can't you see what's going on on this ship? Our noble captain is not an ideal shipmate - I am not To say there's something wrong with his character, on the contrary, he's a hero in the making - and that's why I suggest you leave. Man, he's got some kind of mission, some kind of destiny wrapped around him, and there aren't many things like a great man. It is easy for the people around him to die. Drunkards, gamblers, perverts...it will never hurt yourself if you make friends with these people, as long as you have a good sense of balance, but once you get to know a hero, his career will always bankrupt you."
Marin stretched out his hand to brush away the messy hair on his temples, and a rare melancholy and gloominess appeared in his emerald green eyes. He whispered to Luo Binhan in a voice with hidden fear: "They are heroes, gods, ghosts, the darlings and playthings of fate. And what can we do? The only thing we can do is live quietly and harmlessly. Don't Join in the war of the gods, my friend."
Luo Binhan listened to Ma Lin quietly. He looked carefully at this card player, whom he had known for a long time, as if he was getting to know him for the first time in his life. Finally he put his hands in his pockets.
"No," he said.
"Do you know what you are doing?" Marin said quickly, "What do you think I think about this? I don't mean to offend, but sometimes I even suspect that you are deliberately committing suicide. Man, you can always ignore those things perfectly. The important question, even if it kills you."
"That's because I don't think they are that critical." Luo Binhan said with a shrug.
"And you're not going to leave."
"I just wanted to see what he was going to do." Luo Binhan said, "The day I picked him up, I thought it was strange. How many times can someone see such a big event in a lifetime?"
They looked at each other for a while and finally realized that convincing each other was unrealistic. Eventually they hugged each other and walked out of the room like nothing happened. Luo Binhan controlled himself not to see Ma Lin. He grabbed Momolo's neck and said, "Let's go find your brother."
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