Geeky

For a moment, Balaam thought he had grabbed her wrist, the hand that was rushing toward him like a weed in the water...but when he came back to his senses, he found that it wasn't.

The man still sings on the record:

"...give me your heart and soul,

my life will last forever,

As colorful as a rose. "

In Atossa's eyes, Balaam saw a strange light, not just the warm light refracted by the candle, but a unique light that would not appear on the second female vampire.

"..."

Balaam forgot why he came to Xerxes Castle, as if somewhere in the dark, just for this encounter, this reacquaintance.

Atossa flipped her waist deftly, and put her elbow on Balan's lap:

"Balan, you're here..."

Her voice is clear and soft, her words are clear, with a sense of friction, and there is an indescribable magic power, even the roughest and proudest man will bow his head for her.She seemed to be very tired from dancing, her forehead was covered with sweat, and she couldn't stabilize herself and fell limply on Balan's lap.

She raised her head and laughed again:

"Seeing you, I am so happy that I feel weak all over..."

There was a fragrance in her words, which made Balaam bow his head involuntarily.It was only when a stunned expression appeared on that bright little face that Balan noticed that his hand touched her cheek at some point.

Atossa Judith, like a fawn in the forest too frightened to know how to react, looked at Balaam with those charming eyes, at this handsome and cruel young man - with aristocratic cynicism , There are many playmates and followers like clouds, but it is difficult to get close.

She could see a heavy stone door slowly opening in those dark eyes...

It seemed that someone opened some door and window in the far corridor. The white gauze fluttered through the air and floated around Atossa and Balan. The dreamy lightness was about to overwhelm them... The wind blew into the hexagonal hall.

The wind blew colder, the candlelight fluttered like fallen leaves in the wind, and the white gauze fluttered towards the ceiling.

A gust of wind blew out the candle.

Atossa Judit gasped in shock, and threw herself into Balan's arms, clinging tightly to his chest, her small shoulders tightened and rounded.

"Atossa?"

Balaam hugged her and stroked her thin back.

"Balam..."

Atossa Judit raised her pale face in the darkness, her voice was trembling like a kitten, "I'm afraid of the dark..." He hugged Balan's waist even tighter.

A slight tremor was transmitted into Balaam's soul like an electric current.

"...You are afraid of the dark."

Balaam's lips barely moved, and his eyes became as dark as dark wells.

The blood race has good night vision, it is rare to be afraid of the dark...

His sense of hearing was revived, and those notes that were running endlessly, like waves hitting a rock, suddenly rushed back into the hall.

The hall where "La Vie en Rose" was played on a loop was pitch black...

But Balaam seemed to see the silver fireworks that lit up the entire street.

He seemed to have returned to that night, when the crowds were surging, and the fireworks violently rushed to the sky, turning his looking back into a silvery brilliance.He whispered softly and touched his cheek with soft and tasteless warmth.At the moment when they rubbed shoulders, he seemed to see him passing through the crowd and arriving at the iron gate, watching quietly in the long night illuminated by her...

He's waiting for her, he thought.Longing for even one night, one moment, she would get off the carriage and walk into his banquet.Or just for the bustle outside the window, for the familiar melody, open the curtains and take a look outside.

Maybe he just wanted to take a look at her... For such accidental luck, he almost gave everything.

And he shattered his fantasy, making him realize that she would never stop for his party.

study.

The desk covered with magazines and reports looks quite messy.Su Shi is lying on the table, with a pair of goggles on the bridge of his nose—this pair of metal-frame glasses looks ordinary, with intelligent zoom-in, zoom-out and dimming functions to ensure that no matter what posture or distance the wearer uses, Reading can make the eyes in the most comfortable state.

The transparent white ball was spinning in front of him, reflecting his face, as if the auxiliary AI was watching him——

"...In the beginning, you held the banquet to allow yourself to integrate into the blood race as a human being; then you took the risk to bid with Balan in order to provoke him...In the language of the earth, you want to 'play with fire' with him, Well 'succeeded in getting his attention'. But now you appear passive, indifferent to the passage of time."

"If you want to be successful, you need to accumulate. Without accumulation, there will be no explosion."

Su Shi folded the large-format paper in half, and picked out some report information and ideas that popped up at any time on the left column.Sometimes, in the middle of the excerpt, he suddenly stopped writing and changed a line, and wrote a series of scribbled words... Half of the page looks quite messy.

The jewelry auction highly praised by Baroness XX will be held in XX...

The "One Line of Sky" in XX Mountain is surprised that luxury cars have played through cracks in the mountain...

And so on.

AI doesn't understand what he collects these things for, it seems a bit...worshiping money?

The holographic smart device on the desk flashed, casting a light screen.

Su Shi put down his pen temporarily, and the light screen showed the location of the vehicle transporting the blood from the blood village.The procedures for foreign vehicles to enter Scarlet Belvedere were too complicated, so he had to estimate the delivery time of this batch of blood so that he could send someone to pick it up.

The auxiliary AI always felt that he was a little too comfortable with his current life.

According to the previous samples, it is not that there are no "crew" because the characters in the world of shuttle surpass the original body in terms of identity, wealth, appearance, etc., and they are overly addicted to experience the role...

But indulging in pleasure, the final result will only be a complete loss of competitiveness.

"Don't you feel like you've already wasted too much time? Not every world is peaceful, the next world could be dangerous, or you could end up being a person in danger. It's a big boost if you don't get the ultimate reward The risk of the next race."

"Don't worry, speed is not the only criterion for evaluating good or bad."

He seemed to have finished sorting out his notes, and began to mark the order of each messy string. By the way, he said, "Rhythm is also an aesthetic."

When sound has rhythm, it becomes music; when words have rhythm, it becomes poetry;

The auxiliary AI said: "What are you writing?"

"The next plan," Su Shi rewrote the characters in the left column in the order marked on the right column, "I don't have such a good memory to remember countless flashing thoughts clearly, I need to sort out my thoughts .”

The AI ​​noticed that he deliberately noted all the likes and dislikes of the heroine Atossa—every time he made small notes, he liked to do this thing that had nothing to do with the task.

The AI ​​simulation sighed:

"I really don't know what's the use of this..."

Su Shi tore off the paper, read it back and forth three times, then walked to the aromatherapy stove, lit it with a lighter, and threw it in just before it burned to ashes:

"The devil is in the details."