traveling doctor

Then classmate Kou Tongtong, like Zero Zero Seven who has shrunk to water, showed Huang Jinchen a smile of a special model for picking up girls infinitely, and tossed the mysterious password box up and down.

After the sound of "ding dong", a small door about ten centimeters in size bounced open from the corner. Compared with the entire huge code wall with royal configuration, it was like picking the lock at the gate of the castle for a long time, and the dog hole opened. same.

Huang Jinchen looked up at the somewhat aging ceiling of the study, feeling that his feelings had been deeply wasted.

Kou Tong pulled out an old-looking file bag from the inside. The things in it were placed in and out, which was very untidy. Huang Jinchen looked in over his shoulder and found that the first thing that fell out were a few yellowed documents. Before he had time to see the people in the photos clearly, Kou Tong put them away at the speed of light, followed by an admission letter from a university, a few pieces of yellowed letterhead, and a little bit of blood stained indistinctly ...

The weirdest thing is that there is actually a poster of the Smurfs that is [-]% off!

Kou Tong found that Huang Jinchen's face was like a compass in an unknown magnetic field, distorted into this way for a while, then distorted in that way for a while, so he explained with a little embarrassment: "Everyone has years of burning passion, don't you think so?" ?”

Huang Jinchen paused, then nodded silently. He felt that Dr. Kou's burning passion was very personal, but since his safe could be turned into a mushroom farm, it was actually nothing.

Huang Jinchen glanced at him sideways, thinking, it's really nothing.

For the handsome guys who are pleasing to the eye, you always have to be a little more tolerant. For an "S" grade like Kou Tong, not to mention that he just locked a Smurf poster in the code wall, but he is dressed like a Smurf. Snow boots that look like feet, and running out naked while carrying the banner of "against Gargamel" are all barely forgivable.

...It has to be said that Master Huang, who did not take the usual path, did not realize that he possessed the trait that every fan has - selective tolerance.

After flipping through to the bottom, Kou Tong finally found a small dozen files—not so much a file, but rather a piece of paper written by a middle school student analyzing geometry, all handwritten, as chaotic as possible, listing all kinds of files that normal humans can’t see. I understand the formula, and there are various noun annotations that seem to be "litong aliens" beside it.

"What is this?" Huang Jinchen asked.

"I took the notes when I improvised to do this program." Kou Tong sat on the floor, flipped through the pages one by one, took a pen from the small drawer under the table, and began to write and draw, very Something like that.

"Are you a techie too?" Huang Jinchen leaned over and asked.

"Half technology, not big house." Dr. Kou said.

"Oh." Huang Jinchen, who didn't go to school when he was a teenager and devoted himself to murder and arson, made a more accurate positioning of himself in his heart-so I was half illiterate, he thought.

Kou Tong looked at it and frowned. The information is not complete, it is just the product of a hot head, it has not been sorted out, and many places are still missing. Even if it is all sorted out, it is not known why the server is damaged. There was a problem with which program, which caused them to stray here. As for how to get back, they were basically at a loss.

Huang Jinchen looked at him like a dog for a while, and found that he couldn't understand, so he stopped pretending to be a cultural person, took out his mobile phone, and coaxed himself to play.

His mobile phone is very special, there is no name on it, only numbers and simple letters, open the address book, a string of numbers, just like his previous name - 11235 - has a special cold and uncomfortable sense of mystery .

He was bored, and for some reason, he fiddled with the sound, and then, with the movement of a copycat phone, a song "XX Business" floated out. This song has been going on for decades, and it still sounds like it can make people tight. Never stepped down from the altar.

Kou Tong was also startled, and in the midst of his busy schedule, he raised his head and glanced at him, just in time to see him flipping through the address book.Dr. Kou saw at a glance that square brackets were added outside some people's code names, so he asked, "What are the brackets for?"

"Dead." Huang Jinchen said without raising his head, "There were parentheses in the past, indicating that he was about to die, but now the round ones are square."

Kou Tong was silent for a while, and asked, "Which one is me?"

"10086." Huang Jinchen said.

Kou Tong: "..."

Huang Jinchen explained: "You can't fight back when you hit, you can't fight back when you scold, you can do business, you can check the balance, and sometimes you can be cute, and you can play with each other when you have nothing to do."

"..." Kou Tong blinked, "You think highly of me, don't you?"

Huang Jinchen raised his head and grinned, "It must."

Kou Tong continued to bury his head in the complicated data and inferences, feeling a little irritable-for example, he wanted to smash someone's gleaming white front teeth with a hammer.

Ever since he entered this unknown space, it became difficult to control his emotions.Some people are born with relatively small emotional ups and downs, gentle temperament, and are not prone to great joy or great sorrow. Some people want to keep calm, but they need to rely on conscious control and professional professionalism.

Unfortunately for Kou Tong, it was the latter.

For a psychiatrist, he sometimes seems too detached.A person who is too eccentric and lively is generally unlikely to have a very gentle and calm personality. He has put in a lot of effort and can always relatively effectively control his emotional ups and downs within a professionally required and acceptable threshold. But it's a bit overwhelming here.

Projection space is a space that is very easy for people to lose control. He is deprived of his qualifications as a subject, which is equivalent to being forced to be involved in it. He is also a human being, panting, having emotions, sorrows and joys. as indifferent as their predecessors.

So he kept silent, but his brows became more and more tight, which made Kou Tong's smiling face all the year round seem to have changed its owner, the facial features were obviously the same, but because of a bit of uncontrollable anxiety and irritability, it looked very strange. dignified.

Suddenly, a finger tapped on his forehead very quickly, Kou Tong was startled, subconsciously leaned back, and found that Huang Jinchen was looking at him.

"White shirt," Huang Jinchen pointed to the clothes he was wearing, "Long trousers, and frowning again, it looks very abstinent."

Kou Tong looked at him blankly.

"Aren't you in a bad mood?" Huang Jinchen suggested in a considerate and serious manner, "Men, when everyone gets angry, just hit it off."

Kou Tong stared at him for three seconds, then stood up suddenly, rolled up the folder, picked it up and threw it into the password wall again, closed the bookcase with creaks, picked up the coat on the back of the chair, Stride out and go out.

Huang Jinchen asked, "Why are you going?"

Kou Tong said without looking back, "I think what you said makes sense."

As soon as he opened the door, he happened to meet his mother who was about to knock on the door with fruit and milk. Kou Tong's mother said in a sticky tone, "Tongtong, it's time to drink milk."

Huang Jinchen said: "Pfft——"

Kou Tong was silent for a moment: "Even if according to the old folk saying '23 I still have to jump up', I have already passed the growth and development period."

Kou Tong's mother said: "It helps sleep!"

Kou Tong: "I don't need to go to school for cram school tomorrow."

Kou Tong's mother stopped talking, and stood there holding a tray with watery eyes, blocking the way, accusing this unfilial son with her eyes.

Kou Tong stared at her for three seconds, finally picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp, put on his coat: "I have something to do, I'm going out for a while, I won't be back at night."

"Tsk." Kou Tong's mother shook her head, "It's really a big deal."

Then she adjusted the gunfire and aimed at Huang Jinchen, who was secretly enjoying herself, and said kindly: "Does Xiao Huang drink milk? Do you want to add a spoonful of chocolate powder? How about honey?"

At night, people's morality seems to drop a lot. After Kou Tong left home, he came to a remote bar with ease. There is a place where his consciousness overlaps. Kou Tong knows that the system itself will be based on his Ideas, lead him to some places.

At this time, he was sitting in a backlit corner, and sitting in front of him was a handsome young man, who was drunk and chattered endlessly.

"I'm in pain, you know what that feels like? You know what it feels like? The whole world... the whole fucking world is buzzing and I'm like the only one." The teen said, pausing for a moment , probably the alcohol short-circuited his brain a little bit, and temporarily forgot the words, so he asked, "Do you understand?"

Kou Tong put his hands on the other's back in silence. He put on anti-radiation glasses. The light hit the lenses, passing a layer of shallow streamer. His half-covered eyes were extremely soft, looking at others like that. When he was in love, he looked extraordinarily affectionate, as if the person he was looking at was the one he had loved for several lifetimes.

However, the particularly "affectionate" Dr. Kou thought impatiently, what the fuck, I just want to get you into bed as soon as possible.

The teenager raised his hand to cover his eyes, looked up at the wall light at a 45-degree angle and said, "Don't look at me like that, you can't quit once you're addicted to drugs."

Kou Tong looked away, lowered his head and smiled, took the wine glass in front of the other party, and said softly: "Don't drink too much, it will hurt your stomach."

This sentence is like turning on the faucet, and the teenager collapses in an instant.

Kou Tong stood up, pressed his shoulders, leaned into his ear and said, "You are in a bad mood, go home early——Excuse me, miss, please give him a cup of hot milk."

His patience is really limited today and he decided to make a substitution.

At this moment, the teenager suddenly put his arms around his waist: "Don't go!"

Kou Tong thought: Huh?

The teenager looked up at him confidently, like a strong man breaking his wrist, and said vaguely: "Don't go, I need your temperature today, you..."

Without further ado, Kou Tong stretched out his hand to support him, and walked out, thinking that I should have said it earlier, I also need you to cool down more.

At this time, his mobile phone vibrated frantically in his trouser pocket. Kou Tong opened it and found that it was Huang Jinchen, so he refused to answer it.After a while, a text message was sent, and Huang Jinchen said in a mean tone: "Call 10086 manual service!"

Kou Tong deleted it directly, turned off the phone and pulled out the battery, and swaggered into the room with his prey.

Huang Jinchen occupied Kou Tong's bedroom by himself, stared at the phone and waited for a while, then dialed back again, a mechanical voice came from inside: "The phone you dialed has been turned off..."

"Damn it." Huang Jinchen said, then raised his hand and slapped himself on the face, "I'm telling you to talk too much!"

So he put on his clothes and got up, pushed open the window of Kou Tong's bedroom, took a look outside, and then jumped out neatly, regardless of which floor it was.