You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

"Why do you have such a sad expression?"

Beautiful and slender fingers brushed over the figure huddled in the corner of the monitor screen.

"In this way, I won't bear it." "Little Chen Ke" said in a sympathetic voice, but he was laughing, "Hurry up and remember that name, and I will help you forget it." Those unpleasant things make you only feel my presence."

"I will protect you..." The voice of "Little Chen Ke" sounded in the dark place, "No one can hurt you...except me."

Sit for a while on Saturday and return from depression to normal.

He tried to start the phone first, but found that it didn't work, maybe the main chip was broken.

He stood up and looked at the door lock - indeed, as "Little Chen Ke" said, it was an alphabetic lock with 12 letters.

I thought about it on Saturday. If it is a personal name, it should be three or four characters, not two characters anyway.

Two words can exclude many people, such as him, such as Chen Ke.

Who could it be?

If "Little Chen Ke" asked him to guess the name, it must be someone they both know.

And—looking at the old desktop computer on Saturday—"Little Chen Ke" also said that the name is hidden in the game, and as long as he plays the game, he can remember the name.

"I can remember... Could it be a name I forgot?" Saturday muttered to himself.

He turned on the desktop computer, and there was a roaring sound of a broken car starting, and a DOS interface appeared on the screen. On Saturday, he entered the command to run the floppy drive, and the mosaic screen of "Looking for Jerry" lit up.

3.5-inch floppy disk, games run under dos, small students.

Squinting his eyes on Saturday, he vaguely sensed that the name "Little Chen Ke" hoped he would recall was probably someone they both knew when they were young.

Who is it?

"Little Chen Ke" transferred to another school in the third grade of elementary school. It could only be someone he knew before the third grade of elementary school. However, he is two years younger than Saturday. When he first entered elementary school, Saturday should have been in the third grade. up.

I was thinking hard on Saturday, and I couldn't think of whether I had met Chen Ke when I was in elementary school.

He really has no memory at all.

The game lasted until midnight, and it felt a little cold on Saturday.

Although the whole game of "Looking for Jerry" was not long, Saturday was really clumsy to deal with something he was not familiar with, and he died within two steps. He had to repeat this countless times, and he was a little sleepy.

"Boom", knocked his head on the screen, rubbed his forehead on Saturday, and fell asleep.

When I woke up again on Saturday, I found that there was milk and egg custard on the table.

And the pajamas that he didn't want to wear anyway, were draped over him at the moment.

"Damn it." Gritting his teeth on Saturday, he fell asleep unconsciously and missed the good time to escape.

Ten minutes later, I was eating egg custard and playing games on Saturday.

After eating and drinking enough, the heat on my hands and feet returned. I stood up on Saturday and knocked on the door, expressing that I couldn't hold it any longer.

"Little Chen Ke" opened the small door where the food was delivered, and told Saturday that there was an enamel bowl in the corner, and he could use that.

"hateful……"

After barely meeting his physical needs, he looked around on Saturday, and there was nothing in the storage room except a computer desk.

The computer only has a DOS system, so I cannot contact Chen Ke online.

Chen Ke... Thinking of this person, he felt a little complicated on Saturday.

Sure enough, what Chen Ke said, "I know what I am best" is the truth.

But in reality, Chen Ke cared so much for him, was patient and careful, even if he did some stupid things to anger Chen Ke, the other party would just call "...".

On Saturday, I couldn't help being curious again, what exactly did Chen Ke go through to change from "little Chen Ke" to the kind old man he is now.

"Ugh……"

Now is not the time to think about these things, self-help is the first priority.

"clang"——

On Saturday, he opened the drawer of the computer desk and began to search for the Windows installation disk, although he didn't hold out much hope.

Even if you can't find the installation disk, maybe there are other things here, for example, records about Chen Ke's past.

On Saturday, I saw a bunch of wires, batteries, and a small dirty iron box. When I opened it, there were thumbtacks inside.

On the inside of the drawer, there is also a whip with a rhombus pattern on it. It feels as cold as a snake, and it is very elastic.

"Little Chen Ke" put the whip on the computer desk... yes, this is abnormal.

There was nothing in the drawer, so I bent down on Saturday and went to look through a stack of books next to the main unit. There were various books on psychology, philosophy, and medicine, but there was no special record on them.

Under the stack of books, in an inconspicuous location, a flat box was found on Saturday, about half the size of a computer.

The surface of the box is very clean, and it looks like it has been cleaned.

something wrong.

He opened the box on Saturday, and there was a black leather booklet inside. He picked up the booklet, and a photo fell out of it.

"This is……"

Saturday's eyes widened in astonishment.

This photo is a photo of him and a child when he was a child.

It was still in black and white. It was taken at a photo studio in S City. Saturday was taller, and the kid next to him was shorter. Both of them looked at the camera stupidly.

Saturday's fingers gently caressed the children in the photo.

"...Meng Xian?"

Meng Xian and him lived in the same community, front and back buildings, and their parents were colleagues, so they played together since they were very young. Later, they went to elementary school and happened to be in the same class.I still remember on Saturday that Meng Xian's parents were always away, so they often came to his house after school.

Saturday's parents are university teachers, and they had a computer at home very early, so Meng Xian took her to play games on Saturday when she came.

Meng Xian also likes watching games played on Saturdays. At that time, the games were very simple, such as "Pacman" and "Tetris", and some games like "Super Mario"...

and many more.

Looking at the picture on the monitor again on Saturday.

For a moment, it seemed that some blocked parts were penetrated. On Saturday, I remembered that this "Looking for Jerry" was also played with Xiao Mengxian back then, but he played it several times and found it boring, but Xiao Mengxian was very happy I like to watch him play. Every time I come to his house, he will demonstrate it to Xiao Mengxian.

"Meng Xian, it's time to eat."

I still remember on Saturday that Meng Xian's grandmother would always come to his house to look for her.

At that time, when he sent her out on Saturday, the kind-looking middle-aged woman would say to him: "Thank you, A Yan, for taking care of us Meng Xian, Meng Xian is a poor child."

She would rub Meng Xian's head and say "poor little girl" repeatedly.

In Saturday's impression, Meng Xian is a "poor little girl" who doesn't like to talk, but loves to run after him.

Sometimes children are very keen to get compliments from others, and they will be happy for a long time when they are praised for being sensible.

So once again, Meng Xian's grandmother came to ask her to go home for dinner.

Following the action of that middle-aged woman on Saturday, she rubbed the head of the little man beside her and said, "Don't worry, grandma, I will take care of Meng Xian—for a long, long time."

The middle-aged woman showed a touching smile. She was already kind-hearted, and her smile was even softer. This time, the middle-aged woman didn't say anything, but she was as happy as eating jelly beans on Saturday.

And Meng Xian also preferred to run to his house.

Just like all childhood friendships, they will end without any problems due to family changes. Meng Xian's family moved away and went to a distant place.

On Saturday, I remember that Meng Xian was very sad. It was an afternoon and the sun was just right. He and Meng Xian were walking on the road, and the fallen leaves were falling one by one. More: "I'm gone, will you forget me?"

"You don't look sad at all."

"I heard that the elementary school I transferred to is bigger than the middle school here, but I don't want to go at all."

On Saturday, he was thinking about other things. He felt that Meng Xian was too sentimental, so he said casually: "Why should I be sad? It's not that I can't contact you at all. You left, we still have many ways to contact you." Ah, there are so many ways to call and talk about penguins, if we are really good friends, why should we care about the distance?"

After he said this, Meng Xian shut her mouth.

These words are too reasonable to pick a thorn.

It's just that I'm not sad because I don't care, not because I think things through.

After Meng Xian left, not long after, the contact was cut off. On Saturday, she quickly found a new friend and filled the vacated position of Meng Xian.

Almost 20 years have passed.

A quarter of a person's life.

He saw Meng Xian again on Saturday. It was just a photo. He found that her appearance was deeply engraved in his mind and never changed.

"Why...Chen Ke has her photo?" Saturday was confused, but after thinking about it, "Little Chen Ke" kept this photo not necessarily because of Meng Xian, but probably because of him—and, "Little Chen Ke" "Ke" also studied in S Elementary School, so he might know Meng Xian.

"Bang bang bang."

knocking.

"I'm in."

The voice of "Little Chen Ke" came from outside the door.

On Saturday, I immediately stuffed the boxes and photos into the drawer, and leaned sideways in front of the drawer. The next moment, the door opened, and "Little Chen Ke" came in with lunch and kicked the door shut.

Staring at the door on Saturday, he thought, now that the door is unlocked, maybe he can bypass "Little Chen Ke"...

"How are you thinking?" "Little Chen Ke" put the lunch on the table, "I advise you not to act rashly, even if you run out, the security door outside will be locked, unless you want to escape by jumping out of the window on the 11th floor. Hehe... I don't like playing guessing games with corpses."

"Is it Meng Xian?" Saturday asked suddenly.

"Little Chen Ke"'s hands trembled, and the lunch fell on the table with a "thud".

I have a bottom line on Saturday.

"Little Chen Ke" looked up at Saturday, his facial muscles twisted a little because of excitement, and a nervous smile burst out on his face: "Do you remember?"

"Well, I remembered." Although Saturday was a little puzzled, he still pretended to have everything under control.

"Then you don't have anything to say... tell me?" "Little Chen Ke" had a smile on his face, but his obsidian-like eyes had no warmth.

Saturday felt baffled, he didn't even know when "Little Chen Ke" met Meng Xian.But showing a daze would obviously make "Little Chen Ke" realize that he was putting on a show, so he said on Saturday: "How is Meng Xian now?"

"Little Chen Ke" stared at Saturday, his pupils trembled slightly because of some strong emotion, and after a long silence, he said, "It's not good."

"...not good? Why?" Saturday wondered.

This sentence seemed to anger "Little Chen Ke", he grabbed Saturday's lapel suddenly, the collar was already in tatters, and "Little Chen Ke" grabbed it and tore it in half.

He pressed him on the computer desk on Saturday, and the two of them acted violently and violently, as if they were fighting. In fact, it was indeed a fight, but they couldn't beat "Little Chen Ke" on Saturday, and they were pressed and beaten by the other party. .

Saturday was punched in the face. At first, he felt his teeth biting the flesh of his cheek. It was very painful and inexplicable. Then the whole cheekbone and half of his head were hot and uncomfortable, swollen, and the smell of rust came from his teeth. Spread out and spread throughout the mouth.

His arm was looking for a support point, and he accidentally swept the lunch, and he knocked the food and vegetables to the ground, making a broken sound.