An Yu carefully checked the octopus legs, fish scales, feathers and petals in the specimen box. After confirming that they were correct, he carefully picked them up and said, "Don't break them, otherwise my life will be in danger. I'm off work. See you tomorrow."
Xu Shuangshuang muttered behind him, "Why are you off work? You are off work. Our night shift hasn't started yet..."
An Yu put her mutterings behind him, opened the door alone, and stepped into the night lights of the main city.
The city and its people are slowly recovering from the pain.
Shops are reopening and Bar Street is bustling again. Mo Li, who had been released by the Black Tower long ago, has also passed the period of depression, and his daily live broadcasts are full of energy.
The church had been silent under the night for a long time. The people in the main city felt sorry for the poet who would never come back after being paralyzed, but they soon shifted their attention. Losing the Night Prayer Meeting, the religious-themed plays of several drama clubs have been very popular recently.
Yan Xi sent a message: "Sorry, there is some traffic jam, I will be two minutes late."
An Yu replied: "It's okay, I'll wait for you at the street corner."
At the crossroads, there is a constant flow of people coming and going.
An Yu stood among the crowd, quietly watching the peace and tranquility of this main human city.
Chapter 72 Main City·72
"The ants are biting without knowing the depth...
The murmur of pain and the clamor of silence...
Being played by a lowly person, absurd humiliation..."
Qin Zhilu put down the painting in his hand and rubbed the footer with his fingers - before giving the unfinished painting to An Yu, he transcribed the prophetic poem there.
"This poem indeed reflects the awakening of your four abilities..." He turned back from the window and looked at An Yu at the door, "Did you go to see him again?"
An Yu said "Huh", "The church is no longer open, but he still lives there."
"The church was his home since he was a child. How is he doing?"
An Yu paused and said, "I'm drinking."
Before returning to the minaret, An Yu went to the church again.
Lying on the single sofa with his eyes crossed, his paralyzed legs were hanging limply on the armrests. He stretched one hand in the air to trace the top of the church's spire, and held a wine bottle in his other hand, sipping the strong drink. Pour it down your throat.
The floor-to-ceiling window was fenced, and he no longer looked at the sky. The thick window screens were closed, and the entire church was plunged into darkness.
An Yu greeted him, confessed the methods he used, and apologized to him, but he didn't say a word.
Qin Zhilu sighed silently, "Suicide ends in paralysis. If the prophecy is not trusted, it is inevitable to be depressed."
An Yu shook his head and said, "Sir, he is not depressed."
His collar is disheveled but his clothes are elegant and clean, and his hair is disheveled but not dirty. The collection of poems that he had collected before committing suicide was back on the shelf, and the dust in the air was filled with fragrance.
"He drew a new painting, one eye after another, closed, open, and about to open. If you look at it for a few seconds, you will think that those eyes are blinking." An Yu pursed his lips. He pursed his lips and said, "Sir, the eyes he drew remind me of the information I saw in the brain."
Qin Zhilu hesitated for a moment, "Zhan Xue's distorted form?"
An Yu nodded lightly, "In the image data, Zhan Xue's deformed back is covered with huge eye sacs. Although it is different from the poet's painting, I thought of Zhan Xue the moment I saw that painting. I remember the secret The execution record states—"
Qin Zhilu said: "After Zhan Xue died, some of the balloons shrank automatically and the eyeballs disappeared."
An Yu pursed his lips and nodded. He thought for a moment and then whispered: "After Zhan Xue died, humans thought that the disappeared embryos were lost naturally with the death of the mother. The fact is that I survived. Similarly, humans thought that some eye sacs shrank automatically. , will that also..."
Qin Zhilu did not say a word. He turned to look out the window. The newly revived main city of humanity was shining brightly under the night. In an era of raging disasters, this place maintained the last dignity of human civilization.
An Yu slowly approached him holding the small box in his arms, "Are you worried about the poet?"
Qin Zhilu suddenly came back to his senses and shook his head, "It's not him, it's another person."
An Yu was stunned. In an instant, he suddenly realized something, "Dian?"
Qin Zhilu told him that out of fear of the first super abnormal body, Black Tower has been searching for the relics left by Zhan Xue. The most difficult thing is the lesson plans or notes she left around the world. And Dian became deformed a few months ago, and the source happened to be that he happened to find that mysterious old notebook in the library.
An Yu's heartbeat was beating slightly and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Qin Zhilu chuckled lightly, "No need to hide it. I know that Dian also has prophecy ability. Perhaps it is a prophecy ability that is deeper than the eyes?"
An Yu was shocked, "Dian said he only told me."
Qin Zhilu said "Yeah", "The truth must be seen with eyes and thoughts, rather than waiting for others to confess."
He didn't give An Yu a chance to remain dazed. His eyes fell down to the small box An Yu was holding, and he stretched out his hand, "If I don't take the initiative, are you not going to give it to me?"
An Yu said "Hmm", lowered his head and rubbed the leather biscuit box, "You seem to know everything."
"No." Qin Zhilu raised his eyebrows, "For example, I don't know what the new products of the bakery will be this time. Frankly speaking, what is in the box makes me more curious than the origin of the poet and the classic."
An Yu was confused, "Why?"
"People hate heavy things and like things that are light and happy." A smile appeared in Qin Zhilu's eyes, "Give it to me."
An Yu couldn't immediately digest the meaning of this sentence, but he probably felt the superior's expectation for this box, so he held it with both hands and said, "This new product is a biscuit combination. No whole grains are used in the formula. You should like it."
A few minutes later.
An Yu sat on the sofa, poking at the terminal screen again and again.
The little octopus man was almost poked out of the hole. He finally raised his head from the pile of documents and glanced at him with a frown.
-Is something wrong?
An Yu: Don’t you like crispy and sweet snacks?
The little octopus man had no expression on his face.
-Historical data does not involve this preference, and the system is under trial calculation.
-Please wait...the calculation is completed.
-Although I am calm and taciturn, my verbal behavior reveals traces of childhood trauma with a probability of up to 98%. It is estimated that the probability of me liking sweets is 94.6%. Yes, with a 94.6% probability, your guess is correct.
An Yu was a little broken: Then why are you showing such an expression?
The little octopus man was silent for a moment.
-Perhaps you should enable the camera permission for me first and raise the terminal to point it at my study object?
"An Yu."
An Yu's back tensed and he raised his head, "Huh?"
The officer's expression at this moment was too difficult to interpret, making him think that his social progress during this period was all an illusion.
Qin Zhilu hesitated several times before finally twisting a fishtail biscuit and said, "It's very creative and smells good, but...do you really need to make it so detailed?"
An Yu was stunned, "What?"
But soon, his eyes fell on the unique design of the cookie.
——There is a unique small hole on the side of the fish tail near the end. It looks very inconspicuous and can easily be thought to be air holes left by baking, but in fact, Mrs. Maddie’s craftsmanship is exquisite. Each cookie locks the air holes inside the cookie body and will never be exposed on the surface.
An Yu suddenly realized it and breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, this is the place you didn't let me touch last time."
Qin Zhilu's expression became more subtle instantly. For a moment, An Yu suspected that he was going to walk towards her suddenly, and innocently said: "Last time you asked me to touch the fish tail, and when I was about to touch it, you suddenly became very resistant. You You know, I have been trying hard to avoid doing things that would displease you, so I carefully studied the structure of the mermaid after I came back. The only regret is that I am not sure whether it should be designed as a cavity or..."
"That's enough." Qin Zhilu's face became horribly dark.
An Yu suddenly felt a sense of crisis. He hesitated for a while, "I'm sorry... I didn't know that touching there would make you feel uncomfortable. It's a pity that I can't transform into a mermaid myself, otherwise I can touch myself to feel..."
"No." Qin Zhilu said coldly: "Even if you can really turn into a mermaid, you can't touch it."
An Yu was confused, "I'm talking about myself."
"You're talking about yourself." Qin Zhilu raised his eyebrows, "You can't touch mine or yours without permission. Do you understand?"
An Yu didn't understand.
The officer looked serious. He had not seen such an expression on the officer's face for a while.
So he nodded without hesitation, "I understand."
Qin Zhilu stared at him for a while before looking away and ate the biscuit.
An Yu prepared himself for the officer's questioning about the next biscuit, but he didn't wait. Qin Zhilu sat in front of the table, twisting the biscuits one by one and putting them into his mouth slowly and gracefully as he usually did when eating, and he ate them all in a short while.
When there was only the last piece of each kind left, he fastened the box and placed it on the bookcase.
The handwritten bread description card was left in his palm and he stroked it gently.
He read the small line of words: "Does it look ominous? So, this is you asking the poet, are you aggrieved for me?"
An Yu's heart skipped a beat.
The person in front of me is really terrifying. He knows everything. Even thoughts that he has not thought about carefully will be seen through instantly.
Qin Zhilu repeatedly rubbed the crooked handwriting, and then said for a long time: "But have you ever thought that everything the poet predicted so far is true. The red light he saw, Dian should also see Here, although Dian is not pessimistic for the time being, he doesn’t deny what he said, right?”
An Yu nodded, "Yes, I have never doubted the poet's prophetic ability."
Qin Zhilu walked towards him and stood in front of him.
The dim room made the lights of the main city outside the glass window even brighter.
Qin Zhilu turned his back to the bright scene, "Then, if you cover his mouth for me, don't you feel that you are sorry for humanity?"
An Yu's eyes were calm, "Why should I be worthy of human beings? Sir, I have never made any promises to human beings. From the beginning to the end, I have only made a promise to you."
The pair of black eyes staring at him from above fluctuated for a moment. Qin Zhilu opened his mouth. From the shape of his mouth, An Yu felt that he was about to say "You can't do this." But he didn't say it in the end. He raised his hand, took off his gloves in the air, and gently pressed his palm on An Yu's head.
"The fur has grown and the teeth have become sharp."
The palm of his hand rubbed An Yu's head, from very gentle to a little more vigorously, until his white hair was messed up.
An Yu lowered his eyes and looked at Qin Zhilu's legs, "Sir, your palms are warm. Please don't wear gloves in the future."
"Why?" Qin Zhilu asked.
An Yu pursed his lips and said, "Xu Shuangshuang said that this leather material is very expensive, but I feel that you will waste a few pairs of gloves on every task. This is too wasteful."
Qin Zhilu raised his eyebrows, "Is that why?"
"Yeah." An Yu gently licked his chapped lips, and murmured in a low voice: "You can give me the money you save. In exchange, I will give you a box of biscuits every day, or your favorite cookies. bread."
The room was quiet for a while, then the hand on top of his head suddenly retracted and he raised his chin.
