Before noon arrived, Luo Binhan asked Zhou Yu for pen and paper, and compiled a to-do list for the whole day. He had originally planned to find a meeting to talk to Fake, but now it only increased the urgency of the matter. By the time the daylight had just illuminated the living room, he was already thinking about how he would go to Faq later to demand compensation for the loss of his reputation. He asked Zhou Yu if he wanted to go with him now, but Zhou Yu said that he still had work to do. Before shutting himself in the bedroom, Zhou Yu found an unopened frozen dumpling from the refrigerator and tried to make breakfast for the two of them.
Although Luo Binhan had not eaten any food with the characteristics of his hometown for a while, his understanding of his friends made him refuse Zhou Yu's kindness. Some people's cooking skills would be described as "deadly", but this did not apply to Zhou Yu. Zhou Yu's terrible cooking skills are closely related to his mysophobia. It was his excessive demands for hygiene that led to all kinds of creative and imaginative cooking methods. Therefore, it can be said that there are few people in the world whose cooking is less deadly than Zhou Yu's - but that and whether it can be eaten are two different things.
After comparing Zhou Yu's cooking skills, Luo Binhan had been aware of the problems between these two people for a long time. Zhou Yu may be an alien, but her cooking skills are just ordinary and she is not good at cooking. She lacks patience and experience in the kitchen. If she is willing to put in the effort, she can do a pretty good job. But Zhou Yu is completely different. Just like the essential problem of patients with aphonia is that they cannot hear the tune, Zhou Yu's cooking problem is essentially a taste problem. That is to say, although Zhou Yu can clearly distinguish between sweet and sour, he lacks judgment on what kind of food is delicious. The timing when Luo Binhan discovered this was also Zhou Yu - if anyone can insist that Zhou Yu's cooking level is very high, and it is not out of blind love (for a while, Luo Binhan really thought so), it can only mean that this person Horrible taste in food.
Luo Binhan made breakfast for the two of them in the spirit of friendship and unity, and then began to think about what he should do that day. He would definitely have to talk to Farke, but that might not take long. He could at least complete a few more important tasks. First, regardless of whether he wants to make the news of his return public, he must first try to contact Yu Xiaorong to determine how she and her mother are doing; second, he must consider how much money he has on hand.
It is really boring and ridiculous to calculate one's disposable cash surrounded by a group of weird aliens, but it is really crucial, because if he uses certain bank cards or spends money in certain specific places, That is equivalent to telling the world. In fact, he would not be surprised at all if Xie Zhenwan was already waiting downstairs at his residence - the new security guard could be bribed with a bottle of liquor last night, but of course he could also be bribed with something else earlier. . It might be someone else. Among the residents in the community, there were several people who had the potential to leak information, but he did not want to delve into it for the time being.
He spread the paper on Zhou Yu's desk and began to calculate how much safe cash he had that he could use in the past few months. Cash that can be defined as safe includes banknotes, mobile payment software that does not require withdrawing cash from bank cards to recharge, and several bank cards that are completely handled by him personally. These accounts do not involve tax payment or company business, but they are not absolutely safe, because the funds in them are always transferred from less secure accounts, and the amounts are not that large.
Assuming there was a formal police disappearance investigation, there would be no privacy in these private accounts. But Luo Binhan thinks things haven't reached that point yet. His father had long since stopped being a cop, and most of his old buddies were approaching retirement. Unless there is really no news about him, it would not be a smart idea to move these old foundations. Regarding Zhou Yu's matter, his father did try his best - but what's the point? Unless it comes from the mouth of an interstellar criminal, no one in Lihai City would guess the truth.
Luo Binhan has not asked Falk how he created his "certificate of survival". He guessed that it had to do with virtual videos, fake communications, fingerprints, DNA or note identification. There is nothing difficult about these technical means that Fake can find difficult. When Luo Binhan thought of this, he even had an idea and realized an excellent way to escape: he could directly ask Fake to make him a genetic clone, and let the clone help him deal with everyone, while he took the Silence Just walked away. Would Farke agree to do this? He had never thought of this move.
He was so distracted thinking about this escape route that he made several miscalculations in succession. When he finally figured out that he still had about 120,000 in cash that could be used safely without attracting attention, he didn't understand what this meant for a while. He has become seriously unfamiliar with the concept of price levels, and it is unclear how many local merchants still have an impression of him in the past two years or so. But one thing is obvious, that is, 120,000 yuan is not enough to support him to spend a year of luxury. And strictly speaking, he still owed Zhou Yu a lot of money - the house maintenance fees for more than two years were not a small amount. If he still wants to go abroad to see Yu Xiaorong, it will be a huge expense.
Luo Binhan listed his important expenditure items for the next twelve months one by one, and finally had to admit that the situation was serious. He can temporarily default on the money Zhou Yu paid for him, but the air tickets will not be paid on credit. There is no cleaning or hourly service, so he has to take care of the housework himself. There was no damage or replacement of large household appliances (at this moment, he wished Jing Huang could get out of here soon). Best of all, there are no gas or installation fees. This is nothing to be embarrassed about. Because his eye-catching sports car used to "fit in the circle" must not be used, and the clothes in his wardrobe are enough for himself and Momolo.
He spent nearly an hour making rough cost estimates, and finally put the writing down in boredom. He doesn't mind living a slightly simple life - it's far from even hard - but when he writes down words like air tickets or transportation expenses, he imagines Momolo's huge body in his mind Grabbing him and leaping into the sky, he was suddenly sent to the Anemone Road in Regenberg. no. he told himself wearily. This won't work. If something as big as Momolo flew in the sky, it would be beyond the reach of a rich second generation returning from Africa. It will create a worldwide sensation. Although "the whole world" is just a small place in this solar system.
So what does it matter? Go to hell. Let everyone be scared out of their wits. Keeping some people up all night and missing work the next day. Let the car accidents and medical errors caused by absent-mindedness be everywhere. There is no routine and order anymore. Let the reality be torn to pieces by the terrifying giant, and then everyone will understand that they are just living in a trivial and extremely mediocre TV show. By then his reputation was worthless. Let’s burn a few more cities to add to the fun!
Luo Binhan closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing in the quiet darkness. He stood up again and poured himself a glass of water, half to drink and half to destroy the scribblings he left on the paper when he was distracted - he knew that Zhou Yu would not pursue it, let alone go through the trash can. He just didn't want to leave the smell of burnt paper in the study room - then he re-wrote the estimated price of the ticket and some miscellaneous handling fees on a piece of white paper. He didn't know if Momolo would really like it, but he still set aside a certain amount of money to take the over 10,000-year-old intern to local restaurants or amusement parks.
By the time all this is done, there are still fifty minutes left until eleven o'clock noon. Luo Binhan turned on the world clock on his phone and took a look. Yu Xiaorong was probably still sleeping in bed at the moment. He still hadn't figured out how to make the first call, because that chick was no ordinary person. Although Yu Xiaorong did not perform very well academically, he had a natural ability to sniff out trouble. She will definitely try her best to find out the truth about his "African trip". As a loving brother, Luo Binhan has enthusiastically made up several stories for her, such as that he is looking for the secret of the origin of mankind (human beings are worms, he really intends to say that); or that he is about to discover an unprecedented rare thing. Plants that can be used to make candies that are more delicious than ever (he does carry a bunch of alien candy tree fruits in his suitcase).
Will Yu Xiaorong believe these claims? of course not. But as long as he thought of her getting angry because of this, Luo Binhan would happily make up the story even more outrageous. When he finalized the memo, he reminded himself to make this wonderful phone call to Yu Xiaorong later.
After everything was arranged, he stuffed the written paper into his pocket and knocked on Zhou Yu's bedroom door. Zhou Yu answered the door very slowly, and his hair was a bit messy. He didn't look like he was working at all.
Luo Binhan stared at him questioningly, Zhou Yu rubbed his eyes and said, "I fell asleep for a while."
"I'm going to my place to check on the situation. Do you want to sleep a little longer? I can go by myself."
"No, I'll go with you. I happen to have something to ask Jing Huang. Give me a few minutes."
Zhou Yu closed the door. Luo Binhan tried his best to restrain his curiosity and not peek into the scene inside, but he couldn't help but notice that Zhou Yu was still wearing the pair of black gloves when he opened the door. He had asked about the gloves last night. Zhou Yu said that he was accidentally burned while working. He took off his gloves and asked him to look at the bandages on his two palms.
The bandage was wrapped so tightly that not even the fingers were exposed, which looked unavoidably worrying. But Zhou Yu didn't seem to take this seriously. He told Luo Binhan that it was just some superficial damage and it was treated promptly, so there would be no sequelae. Luo Binhan secretly noticed the way Zhou Yu held the coffee can with gloves on. He seemed to be flexible and without any serious problems. However, he thought with some confusion, did Zhou Yu even wear gloves when sleeping? You know, those are the gloves he always wears when he goes out. How could a man who had to push his sleeves up to his elbows when washing his hands tolerate this?
Before he could figure it out, Zhou Yu came out of the bedroom again. His appearance has been simply adjusted, and he is still wearing gloves and holding the long-handled black umbrella. After going to the bathroom and doing a simple wash, Zhou Yu quickly walked to the entrance.
"Let's go. Jing Huang should be waiting for us."
Luo Binhan followed him not without confusion. As they walked towards the gate of the community, Luo Binhan poked at the long umbrella. The wooden handle was heavy and strong, and the handle had quite ornate carvings. This umbrella looks like some kind of antique.
"The weather forecast didn't mention rain today," he said, feigning nonchalance, as he waited for a taxi.
"Just in case." Zhou Yu replied.
"Is this convenient for you? How about changing to a folding umbrella?"
Zhou Yu shook his head, so Luo Binhan regarded it as a matter of preference. When they got into the taxi, Zhou Yu uncharacteristically sat in the front row, still holding the extremely inconvenient black umbrella in his hand. Luo Binhan couldn't help but poked his shoulder in the back seat and asked, "What kind of treasure is your umbrella?"
"...I'm just used to it."
"Then why don't you sit in the back?"
Zhou Yu still shook his head. Luo Binhan initially thought that this was another quirk that Zhou Yu had developed during the two and a half years of separation. It wasn't until he parked the car to check out that he suddenly understood what was going on. He watched Zhou Yu pay the fare in the front row, and then walked with him to the gate of the community. The weather was very nice, birds were singing in the treetops, and the air was filled with the fragrance of some kind of magnolia. Luo Binhan walked forward slowly, vaguely thinking of many things in his mind. It was painful, but also joyful. He will always sit in the chaotic boat - you are a person who has slept on the boat all your life -
Downstairs of his residence, a large dog with pure black fur was squatting under the rose flowers. Its body is long and thin, like a steep black mountain, and its two straight pointed ears become the two spiers of the mountain. The dog's expression was so serious and dignified, and there was even a bit of sadness in the downturned face. The two girls passing by were made to laugh by it, and they carefully and tentatively touched its head. The Great Dane did not wag its tail, but bowed its head slightly in cooperation, allowing them to touch its ears and chin.
Luo Binhan looked at this scene with a twisted expression. He went up to talk to the two girls. They were newcomers, so they didn't know him. He told them about his intelligent Great Dane and apologized for forgetting to keep it on leash. He swore that he wanted to take it for a walk this morning, but the dog got into a tantrum with him and disappeared out the door. But of course they've reconciled now, so it's here waiting for him to come back. At this point, he twisted the black dog's ears hard twice.
After the two girls walked away, Luo Binhan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and glared at the dog, whose tail never wagged, with lasers in his eyes. Zhou Yu also approached with a black umbrella, looked at the black dog for a few seconds, and said, "Fake."
The black dog slapped his ears twice and said, "Hello Zhou Yu."
"Is this body different from the one I used before?"
"Yes. It has a new appearance."
"Did something go wrong with your body before?"
"No problem," Black Dog said seriously, "The previous one has been used for too long and is easily recognized."
"Is Jing Huang upstairs?"
"Here I am."
Zhou Yu nodded and continued walking towards the apartment corridor as if nothing happened. The whole process was simply astounding to Luo Binhan. He watched Zhou Yu go upstairs, then turned to Fake and said, "Do you feel that Zhou Yu is from an alien planet?"
"He is a native life here." Black Dog said, "I have investigated."
"Have you checked the eighteenth generation of his ancestors?"
"Uh, no. It was done from the perspective of blueprint comparison. He and all of you should have a common ancestor about 190,000 years ago."
"Isn't it possible that talents were introduced midway?" Luo Binhan asked unwillingly.
"No. He is a native being just like you."
Luo Binhan looked at the black dog with a smile: "Do you think I am still a person now?"
Fake didn't answer, but Luo Binhan didn't think it really couldn't answer. The plan for an "escape" resurfaced in his mind. He asked half curiously and half seriously: "Can you create a version of me from before? One with the same body and memory? So that even our experts here can't detect it?"
"OK."
"Even he doesn't know?"
"OK."
"Then why didn't you do this before? I mean, during the time when I disappeared, build a simulated robot or something, so that no one would ever find out that I was missing. Isn't this less believable than going to Africa to see bugs? "
Black Dog asked solemnly: "Do you really want to do this? Let this simulated thinking replace you?"
Luo Binhan paused. He crossed his arms across his chest and stood there expressionlessly thinking for a while.
"No," he said, "Forget it."
