Unlike everyone else's view, Luo Binhan did not think that the key to turning the situation around was taking the opportunity to get a weapon. Before the doorbell rang, he was staring at Yu Xiaorong and Hannah at the entrance while thinking about how to contact Momolo.
That might not be particularly difficult, because the guy Yu Xiaorong calls Lot is a monster with special abilities. Unless someone tries to broadcast his status as a monster to the world, he clearly has little fear of individual police officers or neighbors showing up to help. Based on his pride, Luo Binhan can later ask for the need to use a computer or mobile phone to type, because he has indeed not written anything serious by hand for a long time. This request is very likely to be accepted by Lot, but at the same time, the other party will definitely keep a close eye on him and watch him type every word on the screen with his own eyes.
He had to find a way to divert Lot's attention for a short while, and he estimated that half a minute would be enough. His mind was spinning back and forth on this key issue, so when Luo De and Yu Xiaorong first turned to look at the door, he hadn't reacted yet. The melody flowing from the record prevented him from hearing the whispers at the entrance, but Lot obviously gave the two girls an order. They retreated reluctantly towards the living room. Hannah returned to Malcolm's side, while Yu Xiaorong shuffled back to Luo Binhan's hand and placed the unfinished water on the coffee table. Only then did the doorbell ring unhurriedly for the second time.
Luo Binhan quickly turned his head and glanced at his bedroom. His cell phone was still charging inside. He considered whether he should take advantage of this unexpected opportunity to sneak in and quickly send a message to Momolo. But in the end he didn't move. After all, the room was not close, and his right foot was still injured. It was a bit too risky, for one thing. As for another point, the rhythm of the doorbell was so familiar that Luo Binhan could definitely guess who was coming outside. Things were getting more complicated now, he thought, but several insiders might be able to help.
He twisted his neck slightly and looked over Yu Xiaorong's arm at the entrance. Lot obviously did not expect that there would be visitors at this point, so he showed a trace of suspicion. He held the knife he snatched from Yu Xiaorong behind his back and slowly approached the main entrance. The sinister and vicious tone made Luo Binhan immediately nervous, worried that he would give the visitor a hard blow as soon as he opened the door. The doorbell rang for a third time. Lot slowly pressed the handle and opened the door suddenly.
Everyone craned their necks to look outside. Luo Binhan heard Malcolm even hesitantly shout "be careful" in Chinese with a slightly awkward accent. It was a risky move (Lot had a knife, after all), but it was of no use because the orchestral music in the living room was building to a crescendo, making everyone's ears hurt. With such a noisy background music, people standing outside the door couldn't hear what was said in the living room.
What's also troubling is that people sitting in the living room can't hear what's going on in the entrance hall. They could only see about half a week of rain, wearing the long black thin coat that was more suitable for spring, holding a computer bag and a long-handled umbrella in their hands, quietly looking at Lot in front of the door. Lot must have said something to him, so Zhou Yu walked in generously. His eyes swept across the people in the living room. Luo Binhan didn't know how others would react. Anyway, he tried his best beyond words. His eyes, his expression, every little bit of his body language warned his best friend how bad the situation was.
Zhou Yu met his eyes with an unfathomable expression. He looked at the blood all over Luo Binhan's body and the wound on his right ankle that was deliberately exposed. His eyebrows frowned slightly, and finally he nodded calmly and put his computer bag on the shoe cabinet.
"The police said you were in a car accident." He walked straight towards Luo Binhan, while Luo De grinned behind him, "Are you seriously injured?"
Luo Binhan almost couldn't breathe. Fortunately, Yu Xiaorong and Zhou Yu didn't have any friendship. She immediately said sharply: "Watch your back!"
Zhou Yu turned around naturally. But it was too late already. Lot closed the door with a smile on his face, locked the interior lock, and took out that damn long bread knife from behind his back. He shook it gently, his steps approaching the living room to the beat of an opera stage. The trumpet in the brass trumpet played three short notes in succession, dubbing his silent yet triumphant laughter.
"Another new guest." He raised his voice and spoke in English. "Welcome to the family party. Please sit down."
Zhou Yu stared at the knife without asking a word. For a man who had just discovered that he had mistakenly entered the dragon's pond and tiger's den, his performance could be described as calm. This was not a surprise to Luo Binhan, because he knew exactly what kind of constitution his childhood had. This was exactly the kind of thing Zhou Yu would be used to encountering: passing by murders and ghost stories all over the world. But things may be different today. If he couldn't think of a way to save the day today, Zhou Yu might have to join in. Luo Binhan had no choice but to use this to encourage himself to cheer up and think more actively about solutions.
"Is it robbery?" Zhou Yu asked.
It was hard to tell to whom he meant the question. But Rod gained the right to speak with a victorious attitude: "No, I promise not. I guess you are a friend of the family, and I am here tonight to find an answer. There is no conflict between us. Find a seat and sit down Come on, sir, please. Sit down and wait patiently. Because I don't want to spend too much time on small talk."
Perhaps Zhou Yu coincided with Lot on the issue of avoiding embarrassing small talk. He glanced at the shining knife again, then turned and glanced at the sofa, looking from Yu Xiaorong to her mother. Luo Binhan estimated that he was thinking about some very natural and obvious questions in his mind: There are now a total of six threatened people in this room, four of whom are adults, and only one is injured. There was only one criminal who broke into the house, and his weapon was a dangerous but not lethal bread knife. Luo Binhan couldn't help but glance at the black long-handled umbrella in Zhou Yu's hand. It was definitely not in Zhou Yu's luggage. He must have just bought it from the city today, or borrowed it from someone. But strangely enough, he didn't remember it rained today.
The umbrella had a rather thick wooden handle and was much longer than a bread knife. It seemed suitable for wielding to strike enemies. Under the current situation, Luo Binhan could not help but fantasize about Zhou Yu taking this umbrella and pushing it forward, stabbing Luo De to death on the wall. However, reality is always unsatisfactory. Zhou Yu has never participated in any boy fights since elementary school. His physical fitness is indeed good, but his fighting ability is difficult to make optimistic estimates. Moreover, Yu Xiaorong and he were probably the only ones in the room who knew that the most dangerous thing about Luo De was not a serrated fruit knife.
He wanted to shout out to Zhou Yu and think of a way to stop him from doing stupid things. Fortunately, this time the two of them finally had some tacit understanding. Zhou Yu didn't do anything with the umbrella. He just leaned it against the wall and walked towards the people on the sofa. He passed by Yu Xiaorong, whose eyes were glued to him. Luo Binhan also hoped that she would not come up with any dangerous ideas.
This set comes with two single-seater corner sofas and plenty of space for one person. Zhou Yu could sit next to Yu Qingshu or opposite Luo Binhan. However, he did not do this. Instead, he moved the soft stool that was originally idle in the corner next to Luo Binhan. He looked at the small triangular plate of cookies on the stool with some suspicion.
Luo Binhan remembered. That was the dessert portion left over from their dinner. "It's left for you." He had to explain, "It can be used as a cushion in case you come back early in the morning."
It seems a little inappropriate to explain the problem of late night snacks to people at this moment. But Zhou Yu seemed to be determined to sit in this position. He steadily moved the biscuit plate to the coffee table, then sat on the soft stool and bent down to check Luo Binhan's ankles. No one raised any objection during this process. Luo Binhan couldn't help but glance at Lot. Haven't seen it before? He said secretly in his heart. Zhou Yu's calmness is also famous in the school.
Lot's expression was hard to read. He looked at Zhou Yu carefully, as if he had some unnecessary suspicion, maybe thinking that there was some conspiracy here. Although Luo Binhan was happy to get this man into trouble, he didn't want to involve Zhou Yu, a quiet and harmless ordinary person. He had no choice but to pull Zhou Yu up as restrained as possible and told him that he only had a minor injury on his foot.
"Although the bleeding has stopped, it would be better to disinfect it again." Zhou Yu said.
Luo Binhan shrugged and moved his mouth toward Rod. "My feet are just a small thing," he told Zhou Yu about their current situation. "This guy who broke in is the trouble. He is more troublesome than the cousin who lived in your house before."
Zhou Yu looked at him quietly. Of course, the two of them were very clear about Zhou Yu's three-generation family tree. There was no cousin close enough for Luo Binhan to know, but anyone who had taken in Jing Huang would understand what "trouble" would be like. , or let’s be clear about its nature. He wanted Zhou Yu to know what type of danger they were facing.
Zhou Yu must have understood this time. He turned to look at Lot, who was also looking at him. The climax of the dance music has arrived. The violins and horns are all chasing the beat like crazy, tearing each other apart so passionately that it makes people want to kick their legs along. In this melody that is joyful to the point of madness, his gentle and introverted best friend holds half a biscuit and looks at each other quietly with the most sinister devil in the world. Luo Binhan couldn't help but think about what he had done in his previous life to witness such a scene. The cymbals hit his eardrums, the horns began to pull the key to the top, and there was a loud banging in his head. Zhou Yu stretched out a hand - don't do anything stupid! He shouted in his heart, and then - the music stopped suddenly.
The needle starts spinning in the inner circle at the end of the music. Zhou Yu slowly reached out and took a piece of biscuit from the plate. He stopped looking at Lot and concentrated on eating the rest of his dinner. The room was extremely quiet, and the sound of chewing was very slight, but there was no way to pretend not to hear it.
"...are you still eating?" Luo Binhan couldn't help but say.
"The work meeting has been held for too long." Zhou Yu said, "My stomach hurts."
If the situation were different, Luo Binhan might have said that he was the retribution for drinking too much coffee. But no one could tell whether they could survive the night, and Zhou Yu might never have another drink. This made Luo Binhan couldn't help but wonder which one was more serious and which was less serious. Was it overwork and stomach trouble after working overtime? Or just a super-powered perverted murderer?
He asked tentatively: "I have stomach medicine in my bag... Why don't I go get some for you?"
As he said this, he looked at Lot and thought about whether he could win this opportunity. If Lot allowed him to enter the room alone, he would have the opportunity to contact Momolo on his cell phone. He could pretend to be searching for stomach medicine in his bag and send a distress message to Momolo during this time, or he could not send a message at all. He only needed to send a voice request and then silence his phone——
"No," said Lot, "I don't think so."
He clasped his hands on his chest and looked at Zhou Yu intently. He still looked suspicious and sinister, but he had already made up his mind. Luo Binhan was a little worried that he had some misunderstanding of Zhou Yu, mistaking the strange characteristics caused by nature as being caused by ability. But soon Lot put down his hands. Under the bright light, his ugly face was somewhat repaired at some point. It was no longer Gerd Schilling, nor was it the old monster that Luo Binhan saw through at first, but a face in between.
"I want you to stay here peacefully," he said softly. "Let us get on with business."
He walked to the record player in the corner, put the needle back on the outer ring of the record, let the overture of heaven and hell play again, and then ordered Yu Xiaorong to return to the entrance. During this whole process, Luo Binhan discovered that something was wrong with his sister. She should have taken the opportunity to communicate with him or something, but instead she stood stiffly beside him, staring at Zhou Yu.
Luo Binhan coughed and kicked her gently with his intact left foot. "It's your turn to tell a story," he reminded, "The devil in the glass of water?"
He thought this incident was enough to make Yu Xiaorong look at him with admiration. Yes, he had guessed the little hint she gave, even though it was many years ago. He can even remember every bedtime story of Yu Xiaorong, which can be regarded as a great achievement in the "Good Brother Quantitative Index Score Table". Unfortunately, Yu Xiaorong didn't appreciate it. She just glanced at him strangely and shuffled towards the entrance. She must have been distracted and even bumped her shoulder against the wall as she turned the corner.
Luo Binhan shook his head and controlled himself not to pay too much attention to what was going on over there. Lot would not touch her for the time being. Now it's up to him (and Momolo who descended from the sky) to save the family. Taking advantage of the opportunity for Lot to talk to Yu Xiaorong, he lowered his head, pretending to pay attention to the pain in his right foot, and quietly asked Zhou Yu: "Is your stomach pain better?"
Zhou Yu nodded imperceptibly. His eyebrows were furrowed, but otherwise he didn't show much pain. So Luo Binhan continued to ask: "Do you have your mobile phone with you?"
"In the bag."
Luo Binhan almost sighed. He glanced at the computer bag placed on the shoe cabinet and wondered how in the world someone could put a mobile phone in a bag instead of a pocket. Doesn't Zhou Yu usually look at his phone when he's in the car or on the road? When everyone is concentrating on being a hunker in a coffee shop, who wouldn't find such a lonely and dazed guy suspicious? At that time, Luo De would not be more of a perverted murderer than Zhou Yu. He had to put the target back on his mobile phone. It seemed that he had only two options: either find a way to sneak into the bedroom alone, or insist that he was a hand-writing illiterate and find a way to cry for help under Lot's eyes.
Both of these things are quite difficult to accomplish, but with Zhou Yu's cooperation, it might be much easier. His eyes glanced left and right for a while, and he gradually came up with an idea.
"I need you to attract that person's attention." He said to Zhou Yu as quietly as possible, "Look at my signal later and pretend you have a stomach attack."
Please note: There are additional paragraphs in chapter 730 The Third State (Part 1) to ensure clarity of expression.
Thanks for everyone’s reminder.
(End of chapter)
