Luo Binhan did not let Fake go upstairs.
He didn't really think that Jing Huang couldn't bear Fake's presence for a second, but there was no benefit in deliberately bringing them together. He was also vaguely aware that Fake seemed to reveal more when Jing Huang was not present.
He suggested taking a walk in the community, and Fake stood up and followed him, walking slowly along the gravel path on the green ground. At this time, there were not many people in the community, and Luo Binhan was reluctant to really tie a rope around Fake's neck, although he guessed that Fake himself might not mind at all.
"Why do you have a body like this?" he asked casually, "Wouldn't this be a bit troublesome?"
The black dog walked silently on his right. The mouth didn't move, but Luo Binhan could hear his voice clearly, as if he was wearing a pair of invisible headphones. He thought that the things Frank did were like magic sometimes.
"It's more convenient this way," Fake said. "You won't be noticed when you move."
"You will definitely attract more attention like this. Not many people keep this kind of dog in the city. If they see you wandering outside, they will arrest you and find the owner. You might as well turn yourself into a squirrel sparrow or something."
"It doesn't matter. This body is only used in the right place."
Of course, this means that there is more than one pivot body. Luo Binhan had already received a lot of inspiration from the story Yaleriga told him, and understood that if 0305 could change its appearance at will, Fake could certainly do it as well. Maybe it could be done better. To the local residents, he was like a god descending from heaven.
However, if he just looked at the black dog at this moment, it would be difficult for Luo Binhan to realize the huge threat hidden beneath it. The Falk he had seen in the past - one version of it - resembled a dark Weimaraner, looking sadder and gentler. And now Falk is a Great Dane. It is not as tall as the largest of the breed and is closer to a medium-sized dog in size, so it is not particularly unnerving to outsiders. Its pointed ears that looked like they had been pruned stood high, its steps were steady and gentle, and it didn't even look at its surroundings.
Luo Binhan looked down at it, thinking that it would never be as playful as a real dog. Even if others didn't know its true identity, they probably wouldn't think of reporting or capturing it. Because the way it acts is truly extraordinary. God may be a dog--such an inexplicable statement suddenly popped into his head.
"The day I was taken away by Jing Huang, I bumped into a group of kidnappers." He said casually, "Pretending to be nuns, but I don't know what they are. Jing Huang said they are here to kill you."
"Yes. You came to see me."
"So what kind of interstellar criminals are they?"
"They are some electromagnetic wave consciousness bodies that can interfere with your thinking through specific equipment. Generally speaking, people with specific beliefs are more likely to be manipulated."
"It sounds quite dangerous." Luo Binhan said, "I seem to have encountered one. Well, it said it was a star or something. I think that thing can completely destroy our place."
"Well, the people looking for me are not so dangerous. I have destroyed the signal transmitting equipment. And they are not interested in this place, they just came to me."
"What did you do to them?"
"Nothing." Fake replied solemnly, "They want to find 0225."
Luo Binhan is still not completely accustomed to this number name. When he hears a number, he always checks it against the names he already knows: Fake and 0312, Fang Xu and 0206, Ji Xun and 0305. One day he accidentally heard a name from Chen Wei. The syllables sounded like "Guhe" and it represented 0201. And, of course, the last number he knew, 0101. Sometimes this large family with different surnames really confused him.
He ran through all the numbers and names, convinced that he had never known the person 0225. He asked without much interest: "Also a fugitive?"
"Already arrested."
"0305 was also arrested by you?"
"Yes. He was sent by Xuan Hong."
"He really didn't resist and just let you arrest him?"
"He should have calculated the results."
"You guys are really interesting." Luo Binhan said.
He had seen Jing Huang twist off Fake's head, but he had never seen two Wuyuan people fight. To say a fight was perhaps an understatement, as it could have turned into murder. However, according to Farke, this thing does not seem to really happen. When two Wuyuan people collide, they are more inclined to "literary fighting", as if they are simulating a battle in their heads, and the loser is left to his own devices. He asked Falk if that was really the case.
"Some people do that," Falk said. "It avoids wasting resources."
"But you can't be completely sure, right?" Luo Binhan asked, "There are always uncertainties? Or is it a secret trump card? No one is willing to take the risk?"
"Yes." Farke replied solemnly.
"Tell me more specifically?"
"0206 should have had a plan. He stayed here for a long time and may have done some site construction work."
"But you didn't fight in the end, right? Because Jing Huang beat you first."
"0206 is avoiding me." Fake said, "He plans to deal with Xuan Hong first."
"In the end, he was dealt with. Because there was more than one young master."
"Um."
Luo Binhan kicked a growing weed with his toes. "What if," he asked, "the young master went alone?"
"0206 should not be able to kill Xuan Hong."
"You mean he will win." Luo Binhan said, "He just can't kill the young master, but he can still get rid of the young master in some way, right?"
"It's possible."
"What about the other way around? How likely is it that the young master can kill him alone?"
Farke still said: "It's possible."
There was almost no change in his tone, but Luo Binhan felt that he heard a hint.
"You still think 0206 has a better chance of winning," he pointed out to Black Dog, "because he knows the young master very well?"
"It's not just an issue of intelligence. Even among all second-generation personnel, 0206's computing power is outstanding."
"So the order of the numbers doesn't mean anything to you, does it?" Luo Binhan asked curiously, "The numbers at the front are not stronger than the ones at the back?"
"The difference in the number represents different configuration directions." Fake said, "If you mean the degree of weaponization by strong, the configuration of 0206 is not high. But this and the harm he can cause are two different things. In what we know There are many methods he can use within the scope. He also has some techniques that we don’t understand.”
"what is that?"
"It has something to do with the Gaoling Belt." Fake said.
Luo Binhan nodded as if he understood, but in fact he understood nothing. That doesn't matter anymore. He thought to himself that no matter what 0206 had planned or what he had mastered, this remote defector was already dead. Not brain sequestration, but death. He has permanently retired from the world's big stage. No matter how many disasters and misfortunes there are in the universe in the future, they will no longer be related to this dead extremist. He even thought that maybe the last successful crime 0206 committed during his lifetime was to kill Zhou Yu.
"It doesn't matter anymore," he said carelessly.
The black dog looked up at him. Luo Binhan didn't want to explain, so he asked a question instead of answering.
"What happened when you were tracking these Death Order sects?" he asked, pretending to be very interested. "Have you encountered any very dangerous situations? Or seen anything particularly interesting?"
"There's no particular danger," Falk said seriously.
"You can't be afraid that you haven't encountered any danger at all, right?" Luo Binhan asked reluctantly, "No one has ever pinched you away?"
Farke did not admit that such a thing had happened, but he also did not admit that he was invincible. He calmly explained to Luo Binhan that if only one body was damaged, it would not be considered a real danger. Before gathering sufficient information in advance, he would never rashly expose the core of the micron device, so most things were just a matter of course for him. That is not a danger, nor is it an achievement. Even if one of his hinges is snatched away by someone's mouth, or his head is twisted off and hung in the corridor, he only needs to adjust another one and use the hinge to replace it. There is no real danger. Everything is just moving forward steadily.
This good news did not bring much joy to Luo Binhan. In any case, if a human head is hanging in the corridor of his apartment, his life has nothing to do with the word "stability". He implored Fuck not to let this happen, or to give the whole apartment building amnesia if it happened.
"This can be solved," Farke said.
This is really a typical French answer. Luo Binhan thought that Fa Ke had no desire to confide in others. The pursuit of the remnants of the Dead Order is just a matter of business and is progressing steadily according to the plan and progress. Falk is a different type of cop who never takes responsibility as an ego thing like Upsilon does. Upsilon has a story, fighting evil and protecting the weak. This is not only Upsilon's job, but also his life experience and meaning of existence. So what is the exact description? The word was on his lips, he just couldn't remember it at the moment.
He searched aimlessly, and his eyes caught a touch of pale pink like morning clouds. It was the pear blossoms in the forest in the community that filled the treetops. Spring is coming to an end, and the flowers and trees will show their decadence after excessive prosperity. Some branches are frighteningly dense, while others are completely empty, sparsely exposing dark and twisted branches. The scene cannot be said to be wonderful, but it is very rich in the local customs of Lihai City. Luo Binhan looked at the petals piled at the root of the tree, and immediately thought of the distant Regenberg. Only spring is the most beautiful in Lihai City, but in the woods at the end of Anemone Road, the colors of autumn seem to be richer and more beautiful than spring. It is the nectar brewed through rebirth and death. He once watched Yu Xiaorong sitting in the forest and taking a nap. The shadow of the leaves fell on her head, like a strange black corolla. At that time, he began to daydream and speculate about what kind of life Yu Xiaorong would have in the future. Extraordinary. Thousands of times. Vibrant. There was a time when Yu Xiaorong wanted to be an agent or a detective. That's certainly not a smart ideal, but she might actually be able to achieve it.
Luo Binhan showed a little smile. The word he couldn't remember suddenly flashed into his mind. Romantic - indeed that's the word. We are deeply stung by the reality of deep suffering, but we still want to chase the imaginary tomorrow, the ideal world that has never existed. This is the romantic thing to do. Yu Xiaorong once wanted to be a romantic agent, while Upsilon was a romantic alien policeman.
As for Farke, it may be a completely different story. There were never any adventure stories. Falk must have thought so. Even if he has countless wonderful past events that he can tell, it is impossible for outsiders to understand them from his mouth. Because to him, it's just a series of conclusions, such as "done", "solved", "working on". Luo Binhan once regarded this character as the common temperament of Wuyuan people, but now he gradually feels that he has made some mistakes. The 0305 mentioned by Yaleriga obviously knows how to entertain himself, and may have some rather trendy theatrical tastes. It would be a bit stereotyped to regard Wuyuan people as ascetic monks who have no desires or desires. Farke's habits are his own. Upsilon is flying far away in the sky, between the flowing sea of stars and the cold sun, while Fake's four claws are firmly planted in the soil of the earthly turntable.
Luo Binhan was lost in thought and stood there for at least ten minutes. The black dog squatted quietly and waited.
"I'm a little sentimental today," Luo Binhan said. "The day after I got home, can you understand? I felt a little unmotivated. I think I'll recover in a few days."
"Well, it doesn't matter," said Falk. "You can stay here for a long time."
Luo Binhan shook his head and looked down at the black dog absently. During the journey back, he had little chance to talk to Falk because Jing Huang never allowed Falk to appear on the Silence. This probably doesn't matter to Farke. Falk must have a ship of his own, and maybe a body that can fly in outer space. He imagined that each time Falk visited a place, he would change into a body that more closely resembled the local species, like a beach vacationer putting on beach shorts, or a protective suit in a plague area.
"Have you ever thought about renovating our place?" he asked suddenly.
"What kind of transformation do you mean?"
Luo Binhan did not have any clear idea. He thought about his words and said tentatively: "Just like what 0305 did in the collapse zone?"
"There is no anti-infinity phenomenon here." Fak said, "You are just an ordinary trap belt."
"But you can still turn this place upside down." Luo Binhan said, "0305 killed all the local snakes by himself. They are still a group of guys who survived the end of the world! He almost completely took over the place, and I think he There is no concept of first come, first served, is there? But here, no one can live through the end of the world, and no one has invented a bad luck machine, but you let this place develop on its own. The more I think about it, the more puzzled I am - not only It's you, and 0206, both of you have been here before, and yet this place has never even made a big news."
"Do you want big news?" Falk asked still solemnly.
Luo Binhan was a little afraid to answer this disturbing question. He slyly asked, "Does my opinion matter?"
"Well." Fake said, "In the areas I take over, local people usually apply, and then I implement assistance based on their wishes. If they don't have the will to change, I won't enforce it. This is in line with The prescribed approach. 0305 did that because he had actively disconnected from the base."
"What about 0206?" Luo Binhan asked, "He came to us just to kill the descendant of a ten thousand-year-old witch? Why didn't he just wipe out our entire place? Isn't this a very easy thing?"
"he can not."
"Are you saying he has no ability, or are you saying he is a criminal with a conscience?"
"Well, no. He needs you to keep it running, otherwise it will defeat his purpose."
"What about you? You've never had a problem with us here?"
"It's a work in progress," Falk said. His tone was still so serious. Luo Binhan couldn't tell whether he was joking or not, so he had no choice but to shake his head and not pursue the matter further.
It's like looking at an anthill. Luo Binhan said to himself. You raise a bunch of ants and watch them multiply, but you would never think of modifying them so that they would no longer build nests, or use some other technology. Improving ants is pointless, only paranoid would do that. However, from another aspect, it is equally unreasonable to destroy the anthill for nothing. It is the work of sadists and psychopaths.
"There's one thing that's strange about me," Farke said.
"Aren't you going to ask me for advice?" Luo Binhan said, "What if you can't even figure this out?"
"Well. What's strange to me is that you have never made any request to me in this regard." Fake said, "After you come into contact with Xuan Hong and me, you should realize how much this may bring to your hometown. of change. Most of the districts I took over started with technical consulting.”
"I haven't thought about it." Luo Binhan replied softly.
But Farke said: "You know it."
"I'm not the only one who knows. You saw the way Zhou Yu greeted you before. He didn't intend to let you do anything."
"I know Zhou Yu's reasons," Fake said, "but I don't know yours."
"Some people just like to live in the old days." Luo Binhan said, staring into the void.
"You don't look like this," Falk replied.
Luo Binhan smiled back at him, as if saying how a dog could understand how conservative an ant is. The black dog still looks so stable and reliable. Although he never heard an answer, Luo Binhan still felt that Fake was not deceived by him.
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