not heavy

After the initial panic and shock, Meng Buzhong gradually calmed down. He called his adoptive father's friends and colleagues and asked them one by one if they knew the whereabouts of Meng Qiao, or if they had contacted him, and if they felt that he was What was out of the ordinary, the replies I got were not very helpful.

Everyone comforted him one after another. Maybe Professor Meng just went out to relax and came back in two days. Some people also wondered if Professor Meng had Alzheimer's disease and lost his way home.Meng Buzhong is naturally the one who knows his adoptive father best. He just had a physical examination last month. Except for a little high blood pressure, he has no physical and mental problems. So after asking this question, he is even more convinced that his adoptive father left on his own initiative. , leaving no clues for him.

Meng Buzhong put down his phone, sat on the sofa and stared blankly for a while.

Zhou Xi sat quietly on the other side.

Meng Buzhong: "I had dinner with my dad that day, and he talked with me a lot. Thinking about it now, some things are a bit strange."

Zhou Xi glanced at him, made sure he wasn't talking to himself, and asked, "What did he say?"

"I don't remember clearly." Meng Buzhong frowned and thought for a while, "It said that the little granddaughter of Uncle Zhao next door farted and burned the diaper, that he told me to save myself a way out, that the bionic man...he seems to be right I am more concerned about the friction between supernatural beings and bionics." Considering that the person in front of him is a bionic person, Meng Buzhong tried to speak tactfully.

"He thinks that bionics pose a threat to human beings, and a war is about to start." Zhou Xi said straight away.

"..." Well, it seems that there is really no need to be "tactful" to the bionic man.

"Do you think this is the reason Professor Meng left?"

Meng Buzhong shook his head: "I don't know. Even if there is a real war, what does it have to do with my adoptive father?"

Zhou Xi said: "I suspect that Professor Meng's disappearance is related to my creator being taken away."

"What do you mean?"

"My creator, Li Qin, was probably also involved in the... friction between bionics and humans. The person who captured him was probably a fanatical fighter. Professor Meng has a close relationship with my creator. He Maybe something was foreseen."

Meng Buzhong looked through the contacts related to his adoptive father in his mobile phone: "Speaking of which, I never knew that he had a friend named Li Qin. Are they really close?"

Zhou Xi: "As far as I know, yes, but the creator never let me get involved in Professor Meng's affairs."

Meng Buzhong asserted: "The two of them must have tricks."

"In this case, I think Professor Meng's approach is very correct. Retreating from the bright place to the dark place can at least temporarily ensure his own personal safety, and it can also minimize the trouble he brings to you."

"So? I should let him disappear? He is old, what if he encounters danger outside? Who will take care of him?" Meng Buzhong was annoyed, "I can understand him, but I can't just indulge him like this. "

After finishing speaking, Meng Buzhong got up and put on his coat.

Zhou Xi guessed his thoughts: "Are you going to report the crime?"

"Of course." Meng Buzhong took the key of his battery car, "It is difficult to find the police."

"Okay, then I'll go with you."

Seeing that Zhou Xi was also about to go out, Meng Buzhong hurriedly grabbed him: "Can you go to the police station? Is it okay to meet the police?"

Zhou Xi was puzzled: "I'm not a wanted criminal, why can't I go to the police station?"

Meng Buzhong suddenly realized, yes, because this person was very suspicious when he appeared, so he tacitly agreed that he could not reveal his identity.Thinking about it carefully, as a bionic person, he can live in a four-star hotel and get blue blood from regular channels. It seems that there is nothing shameful about him. He just wants to avoid those humans and bionics who captured his creator.

After going downstairs, Meng Buzhong went to the parking shed, pressed the battery car key a few times, and suddenly yelled: "Damn it! Which grandson stole my small battery again!"

Zhou Xi: "That..."

Meng Buzhong exploded: "That, that, that! Don't be silly! Let's go!"

The teacher's apartment at Boyuan University is four or five kilometers away from the police station. It takes too much time to walk. Meng Buzhong then planned to summon his precious mount. Who would have thought that it had already been murdered? This is his third stolen mount. up.

There is no way, Meng Buzhong can only take Zhou Xi to take the bus.Zhou Xi is tall, long-legged, and has a handsome face that is above average. Along the way, he saw at least two girls secretly pointing their phone cameras at him.Zhou Xi also found out, taking advantage of the shaking of the vehicle, lowered the brim of his hat, and hid his face behind his head.

When getting off the car, Meng Buzhong heard the girl say something to her companion: "That Gong is so shy."

What does "..." mean?

The bus was crowded, and Meng Buzhong was sweating when he arrived at the police station, and his already bad mood became even more depressed.

The policeman who received the case saw him and said with a smile: "Hey! The battery car was stolen again, young man? We caught the car thief last time, and the money was paid to you just now. Why are you in trouble again?"

Meng Buzhong gave a "hmm", sat down and said, "My father is missing, I'm here to report the crime."

The policeman looked serious and quickly entered on the computer: "What's going on? Don't worry, speak slowly."

Meng Buzhong explained in detail what happened before and after his adoptive father's disappearance, but out of some considerations, he did not tell the police the truth about the content of the note, only saying that his father had left a note saying that he had left.

The policeman inquired about Mengqiao's information on the system, and asked about his medical history. He pondered: "Your father is clear-headed and his behavior is logical. This is obviously a plan to leave the book. It stands to reason that a person always buys a book. You need to find a place to live for food, and you should be able to find it by checking your ID, but the last ID record I have found so far is that he swiped his card in the cafeteria of Boyuan University, and it was last Friday—it has no reference value.”

Meng Buzhong said dejectedly: "He subjectively doesn't want to be found."

"Yes, if he deliberately hides, there may be some other means of escape." The policeman sighed, "Do you know the reason why he ran away from home?"

"I don't know, he didn't show any signs beforehand." Meng Buzhong had no choice but to send them a recent photo of his adoptive father, "This is my dad's photo, anyway, please file it first, if there is news , please notify me immediately."

The policeman stood up and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him and saying, "Young man, don't be discouraged. The old man looks very energetic. He will definitely take care of himself. We will also step up our investigation and try our best to find him."

"Thank you." Meng Buzhong pulled the policeman back, "Wait, there is one more thing."

"What's the matter?" The police thought he had thought of an important clue, and hurried back to the computer.

Meng Buzhong swiped a few pictures back and sent it to the police again: "This is the battery car I just lost, register it, and tell me about the grandson who caught him!"

"Okay, okay, I got it." The policeman hesitated for a few seconds, "Well, it's not your dad who drove the bike away, right?"

"..." Meng Buzhong was stunned for a long time, and he was dumbfounded when he thought that he had indeed left the spare key to his adoptive father, "So my father planned everything, destroyed all the data, took nothing away, only rode my little Battery?"

Zhou Xi, who stayed by the side without interrupting, said: "Yes, this is what I wanted to say before, the only clue."

It was already night when we got home, and Meng Buzhong slumped on the sofa, his stomach growling with hunger.

Later, the police called up the surveillance for him on the spot and followed his small battery, but after Mengqiao rode away the small battery at [-]:[-] on Monday morning, he disappeared from the surveillance near the east line of the Inner Ring Road. A small battery was discarded under the viaduct, and was stolen ten minutes later.

The clue was broken again, the small battery was stolen again, and Meng Buzhong suffered an unprecedented blow.

At this moment, he saw Zhou Xi wandering into the living room from the kitchen, and said weakly, "Why are you still here?"

"You should eat something first, human beings need to eat on time." Zhou Xi put down the plate in his hand, which contained a dozen hot dumplings, "I came to find Professor Meng, but he disappeared, so I need to find him again. Think about your next steps."

"You can cook." Meng Buzhong sat at the dining table, stuffed a dumpling into his mouth with chopsticks, and said vaguely, "Then what is your next plan?"

"I plan to move here and live with you." Zhou Xi said.

Snapped.

The dumpling that just entered his mouth slipped out again, Meng Buzhong looked at him and said: "You really don't treat yourself as an outsider."

Zhou Xi sat opposite him: "I can help you continue to find out the whereabouts of your adoptive father, and it's not very peaceful recently. If Professor Meng is avoiding the group of people who captured my creator, then you may also be implicated. I moved If we come here, we can take care of each other."

"I want vinegar and chili oil." Meng Buzhong said.

"Okay." Zhou Xi went to the kitchen to get vinegar and chili oil, and poured them into small plates as dipping sauces.

Meng Buzhong ate another dumpling and said, "Okay, then you can live in. Anyway, I usually have to go to class, so you can help me look after the house."

"Thank you, then I'll go to Haicheng Hotel to bring my luggage here."

"Let's move it tomorrow. Your big bag is heavy and heavy. I'll buy a small battery to help you move it tomorrow. Let's rest today. You sleep... Where do you want to sleep?"

"This house has a lot of redundant space, can I sleep on the sofa in the living room or in the master bedroom?"

Meng Buzhong gritted his teeth and said, "Oh, then you can sleep on the sofa, my dad sleeps in the master bedroom."

After eating the dumplings, Meng Buzhong took a shower and went back to his room. He took out his scale from the drawer and continued to tinker with it. There was a loud bang on the floor.

Meng Buzhong stared blankly at the out-of-control dumbbell, and suddenly felt that he was so useless.Abandoned when he was a child, and abandoned again when he grew up, he couldn't understand his adoptive father's sentence "I can't guide you to the right path", and he couldn't see what kind of danger his adoptive father or himself was in.He felt that his adoptive father was forced to leave because of his stubbornness and lack of ability.

He can't do anything.

You can't even control a ten-jin dumbbell, so what's the use of having this ability.

After a while, there was a knock on the door of the room, and Zhou Xi asked outside, "Are you okay?"

Meng Buzhong withdrew his thoughts, didn't clean up the mess on the ground, and opened the door directly: "I'm fine."

Zhou Xi walked in and saw the dumbbells on the ground, the dumbbells suspended in the air, and the scattered scale beams, weights, and scale hooks, his eyes shone slightly: "A very delicate weapon."

Meng Buzhong looked up at him, a little surprised: "Can you understand?"

"Yes." Zhou Xi pointed to the scale beam and its accessories, "This is a relatively ancient weighing tool invented by human beings, and it has a very good sense of balance. And your ability is the gravity system, as long as you can control it reasonably This scale bar can impose weight obstacles on the enemy, thereby affecting the enemy's speed and attack power."

"You know I have a gravity ability."

"I know." Zhou Xi said frankly, "My creator has your relevant information. Professor Meng discussed your abilities in depth with him. I also saw it when you helped me get the lung parts. you're good."

"No, I'm a waste, I can only control a weight of up to ten catties with one hand."

"Isn't that powerful?" Zhou Xi was genuinely puzzled, "My heart is only 270 grams, you can easily crush it."

The author has something to say: 1. Do not repeat the exam questions:

What is Zhou Xi's understanding of the ability of not being heavy? ()

A, very trash B, general trash C, useless D, heart killer