For the next whole day, Luo Binhan was in a state where it was difficult to concentrate. He originally wanted to go to "Guns N' Roses" again to see the situation, but Luo Jiaotian's visit made him feel a little depressed. The mysterious email was still lingering in his mind, and after repeated consideration, he still felt that Yaleriga was the only possible culprit. Sending emails may not be like her style, but no one can say for sure, after all, she has never called him, and the motive is very sufficient, because there is no doubt that this woman is able to make people Others took pleasure in the pain of clearing the deck while naked on their knees.
He locked the number one suspect, but first went back to Zhou Yu's house. Luo Jiaotian had already left with his schoolbag, and only Zhou Yu stayed in the living room reading. Luo Binhan asked him why he didn't go to work today. Zhou Yu raised her head and looked at him, her reaction a little confused, as if she heard the word "go to work" for the first time in her life.
"I mean going to the laboratory." Luo Binhan reminded, "Go to work. Work. Work. Got it? Otherwise, what are you going to do there? Supervise others at work like me?"
"Today is a day off." Zhou Yu explained, immersing himself in his usual interests again. Luo Binhan felt a little strange about this. He looked at his mobile phone and confirmed that today was Saturday. It was true that Saturday was usually regarded as a weekend day, but he always thought that it had nothing to do with Zhou Yu. How could Zhou Yu take more than two days off in a week? This incident most likely indicates that the commercial experimental project he participated in is on the verge of bankruptcy.
Since Zhou Yu was not in a difficult financial situation, Luo Binhan was too lazy to point out this grim fact to him. He sat down on the sofa and chatted endlessly with Zhou Yu about the various changes in Lihai City in recent years. When they talked about the newly built teaching building of Lihai Medical University, Luo Binhan suddenly asked: "Do you still remember your roommate in college?"
"I still remember the name and general appearance."
"Are you still in contact?"
"I haven't contacted them specifically since graduation. But if you need it, you should be able to find their contact information in the classmate directory. What's wrong?"
Luo Binhan shrugged his shoulders. He had no intention of asking Zhou Yu whether he had disclosed his whereabouts to anyone, because that was completely unreasonable. Despite this, he briefly talked about the email Luo Jiaotian received.
"Another strange thing." He commented, "I don't know who did it."
"Did Jing Huang or Fa Ke do it? If it was Fa Ke, I think it shouldn't be difficult to find an email address."
"Maybe." Luo Binhan said, but deep down he felt that this was also not Fake's style. Pretending to write a letter to Luo Jiaotian in his name was not a straightforward act. This feels more like a joke or a conspiracy. In short, the guy who did this is by no means an honest person.
"I will ask Jing Huang." Luo Binhan finally said, "But I told Luo Jiaotian that this might be a joke made by your college classmate. If he asks you about it, remember to round it off for me. I didn’t tell him that there was someone else living in my house.”
Zhou Yu agreed nonchalantly. And Luo Binhan was not worried that his going to Zhou Yu's house to stay alone would arouse Luo Jiaotian's suspicion. This was nothing new, not to mention that theoretically he was still in a state of "disappearance".
"I actually want to know what the consequences will be if this happens," Luo Binhan said again, "If Luo Jiaotian sees Jing Huang, what do you think he will say?"
"I won't say anything. Just say it's a distant relative who is staying at your house. Hasn't this happened before?"
"Yes, but I think this time it will be different." Luo Binhan said thoughtfully, "Didn't you feel anything when you saw Jing Huang for the first time? Do you still remember what kind of scene it was like?"
Zhou Yu thought for a while and said, "He seems to be watching cartoons."
"Oh," Luo Binhan said, "Actually, it's a live-action TV series... I don't know how to classify these things. The protagonists wear some costumes that you would never try in reality, and then perform special effects magic. The effect is on me It seems actually quite bad. Think about it, real people can’t stand that kind of exaggerated dressing up. Of course you can wear seven colors on your body at the same time, but the effect is just not very good-looking. Why don’t they just make it an animation? Movie? Is it due to cost considerations? Or do you think live-action performances will be more popular? Sometimes I would like to see their industry data."
Zhou Yu responded absently, and after a while he added: "But I remember you were also watching this kind of live-action cartoon, right? The kind performed by action actors wearing monster leather suits."
"That's different." Luo Binhan said seriously, "That's a documentary."
He had the opportunity to make a complete argument to Zhou Yu that "acting by action actors wearing monster leather suits" could not sum up the fun of special photography, but the parrot that slipped out of Zhou Yu's bedroom interrupted his important speech. After two and a half years of separation, it was clear that the bird no longer considered him the most desirable person. Except for their first reunion, it now spends most of its time in Zhou Yu's bedroom, only sneaking out to say hello to Luo Binhan when it occasionally feels bored.
In the past, when Luo Binhan kept this parrot that was attracted by Jing Huang, it would always quietly peck the lock of the window and fly out to hang out for a long time. Luo Binhan once considered whether this was really safe. After all, a city with many high-rise buildings is by no means a lawless place for a parrot. It might die from drones, glass windows, metal walls or even large birds of prey - he knew what happened in the neighboring city. It was entirely possible for the nature reserve to attract an eagle or a shrike - but he found that he really couldn't afford to cage the bird that called to the captain all the time. It can open almost all simple locks, and Luo Binhan has not forgotten that it once challenged Jing Huang on the eaves. It's hard to say what this proves, but Luo Binhan always felt that this bird was a little special.
He did not consider taking the bird back to his home. On the one hand, his apartment is already lively enough: there are interstellar pirates that attract birds to build nests overhead, alien lizards that release paralyzing toxins with their tongues and saliva, and amorphous, ever-changing cannibals from volcanic caves. He wasn't sure what would happen if he put another parrot into this magical cave. On the other hand, Zhou Yu had obviously taken very good care of this parrot in the past two and a half years, and he was almost overly pampered. In the storage cabinet, there are bags and bags of nuts, cereals and mixed bird snacks for him to enjoy, as well as water that is changed daily, a hanging cage that is always open, various parrot toys and seven or eight potted plants for his entertainment. Right now, it is simply in heaven, not missing the old owner who poked its belly and played with it at all. Luo Binhan also doubted whether it still had the ability to fly long distances, because at the moment it was lying on his lap with its legs stretched out, looking completely fat and extremely lazy.
"You fed it so well." Luo Binhan couldn't help but tell Zhou Yu, completely forgetting the topic they were having before, "This thing already looks like a flying pig."
Iron Hook pecked his finger in retaliation. It probably tasted malice in his tone. Luo Binhan didn't care about this small attack. He had once faced a poisonous lizard that was furious because he lost his beloved ring. Instead he continued poking the parrot's downy belly, threatening it with excessive pleasure and a fall into hell after death. A parrot should never eat better than its owner. Luo Binhan gave it a stern warning. If the owner of a parrot is a desperate kitchen killer, the parrot eating raw food should practice piety and practice asceticism and drink only a few drops of dew every day. Live on a minimum of rice and chaff, for a slave should never enjoy more pleasure than his master. Before he had finished giving out his ten commandments to the budgies, the hook spread its wings towards him, shouting: "MAYDAY! MAYDAY!"
Its cry for help summoned Zhou Yu's help. And perhaps influenced by Luo Binhan's sermon just now, Zhou Yu decided to make a lunch himself. Luo Binhan immediately stopped smiling and kept saying that they didn't need to take this trouble. After being away from his hometown for so long, he really misses the takeaways from his hometown. Even if he eats them for a year, he will never get tired of them. Zhou Yu calmly pointed out that it was extremely unhealthy, and even though he was not that proficient in cooking, he could actually make an ordinary lunch that was satisfying enough. After all, he had lived alone for many years—to be precise, he had lived alone and made a living from the canteen for many years. Luo Binhan refrained from adding anything to him.
"Ah, yes, yes," Luo Binhan said, "but are you sure you want to do it? I mean, you don't have to go to work for a whole day and you have to cook by yourself? Is that reasonable? Isn't it a waste?"
There is no evidence that Zhou Yu is dissatisfied with this, or that he really wants to re-prove himself through a huge success. He just said calmly and confidently: "It's just a matter of ten minutes at most, it doesn't matter."
Luo Binhan slowly removed the parrot from his lap. He suddenly realized that the fake email was such an unusual and dangerous emergency that it could outweigh all the other difficulties he was currently facing. For this reason, he should take action immediately to investigate who had called Luo Luo with ulterior motives. Arrogant. So he jumped up from the sofa and told Zhou Yu urgently that he could not stay for lunch because he was in a hurry to go to his home to question Jing Huang about his conspiracy.
"...You can go after dinner, right?" Zhou Yu said.
"We don't have that time!" Luo Binhan shouted without any doubt, then grabbed his cell phone and rushed out of the room. He found that he was not ashamed of these behaviors at all. If he started falling in love early in high school, his teachers and classmates would definitely not find anything.
Only after he escaped to the taxi did he feel a little guilty about abandoning others in danger. But he defended himself by saying that this was not a real crisis because Zhou Yu had never realized the difference between delicious, unpalatable and deadly. He even vaguely recalled the time when Zhou Yu swallowed the hot wontons without even realizing it. That would have caused a serious accident, but somehow Zhou Yu seemed to be unscathed... That must have happened a long time ago. It was simply unbelievable that a person's destructive taste could make him unable to distinguish between hot and cold, but Luo Binhan was sure that this must have happened once in reality and was not just out of his pure imagination. Maybe it was from high school, because his memory of that period of youth was somewhat confusing.
"Evil." He muttered, reaching out and hitting his head. The driver secretly observed him in the rearview mirror, perhaps thinking that the man getting into the car in a fleeing manner was a bit suspicious.
Luo Binhan smiled at him and said, "I find that I have some memory loss recently."
The driver greeted him alertly and friendly: "Didn't you sleep well?"
"A little bit," Luo Binhan said, "I can't sleep at night. My work hasn't been going well lately, and it's hard to make money these days."
The driver agreed, and the conversation turned to the economy, gas prices, and taxes. During the chat, Luo Binhan claimed that he was a salesman. It seemed to be a simple and natural reaction, which made him give an answer that was more popular when he heard that the other party used to be a real estate salesman. This lie has no real meaning and will not bring him any foreseeable benefits or disadvantages. It is just for pure convenience-but what convenience is it? That just makes things look more normal and reasonable. This is not a special quirk, because he already knows that he is not the only one who does this. Every now and then, everywhere, anyone would lie for reasons that were not necessary, just to make everything look in order.
This is not a "weird thing", Luo Binhan thought when he walked into the community. Whitewashing is just a part of daily life. Everyone may tell ten similar lies every day, but he doesn't notice it at all. But for some reason, he found that he paid special attention to every lie he told today, even if these lies were completely meaningless. Once again he attributed this sensitivity to being away from home for too long. Yes, he often talked nonsense when he was in "Africa", but not as skillfully, so stylized, and so comfortable as here. His mind seemed both awake and dizzy from lack of sleep.
Still putting on an optimistic attitude, he walked into his apartment. He was fully prepared before walking in to accept any amount of damage to his private property, or to discover that Momolo had already viewed all of his private collection of films and books. The expression on his face was like saying "Let me see what new tricks you have come up with", and he was also ready to find some new jokes to hurt Jing Huang, but when he actually walked into the living room, these All thoughts were forgotten. He was surprised to see Jing Huang sitting on the single sofa at the side of the living room, holding half of the black remote control in his hand, with a rather gloomy expression. There was also a person sitting opposite Jing Huang. From Luo Binhan's angle, he could almost only see his black back and slightly longer short hair.
In the first few seconds, Luo Binhan did not recognize this new guest at all. He only knew that this person was not Momolo, Zhou Ba or Yaleriga. He realized that this man was wearing a formal suit-like suit, and he could not connect this back figure with anyone on the Silence. He vaguely thought of ∈, and then came a new idea: Chen Wei's mysterious figure His friend, the Sword Immortal, came to visit Jing Huang secretly after avoiding him - this was an unexpected bonus!
"Uh..." he said, "You..."
The new visitor, whose back was turned to him, turned his head. Luo Binhan was stunned to recognize Li Li's face above the collar of his shirt fixed with a ruby lapel pin. There is no doubt that it is her, although this new image in suits and ties is really something he has never seen before. Her high forehead and slightly sunken eyes are very iconic, and her unique look has not changed at all, and - maybe It was Luo Binhan's illusion - she seemed to be a little interested, even proud. Just as Luo Binhan was about to rub his eyes, Jing Huang raised his arm slightly, and the business elite version of Li Li suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared before.
Luo Binhan walked to the sofa and looked down at the flat leather surface. He could not find any trace of the physical object placed there a few seconds ago. He slowly turned his face to Jing Huang, cleared his throat and said, "Did I hallucinate just now, or did I really see you and..."
Jing Huang raised his arms glumly. His fingers slowly spread out, and Luo Binhan saw clearly the object that he had mistaken for the TV remote control. The answer was just as he thought, it was a black box that had been placed in the Silence's warehouse.
