Ten Billions of Stardust on the Wire

*November 11

"Here is a bad point!"

This is an advertisement for space virtual glasses. The huge eyes of "Mr. Bad Spot" on the signboard are watching everyone passing by through the lenses and the gray rain and fog.Seeing these eyes means that you have entered the Morin area.

The crowd on the free train to Moline District was mixed but not crowded. Wang Yang pulled his hood down and stood in the corner of the carriage.

The old scavengers had puffy eyeballs in their eye sockets, and their cloudy yellow eyes scrutinized passers-by, protecting a man-high sack full of mechanical parts. angry.

The crying-faced, red-nosed clown sat slumped, expressionless, looking up at a green home real estate ad playing on a loop on the screen.Several children with old skateboards in their backpacks chased and squeezed through the carriage, leaving behind a string of laughter and unbearable swear words.

Several gorgeous "girls" gathered together and whispered, their eyelashes fluttering and looking at the people in the carriage.Wang Yang felt that "they" were looking at him, so he nodded and did not speak.

For this kind of people, Wang Yang can't tell whether it is "them", "they" or "them", whether it is young people who come out to find excitement, a princess at a certain night show, a drag queen on a certain stage, or some kind of A bionic human with special service functions after transformation.

People born and bred in the Moline District are probably like this. It seems that they can see through their youth, middle age and old age by taking a free train.Wang Yang didn't know what kind of person he would meet today.

It rained all the way, and Wang Yang lit a cigarette through his navy blue raincoat. He didn't smoke, but just watched the cheap tobacco burn in the rain.The fluorescent blue windmill-shaped signboard of "Blue Mill" hangs at the entrance of the underground restaurant.

The tiny silver bell is now in Wang Yang's pocket close to his chest. "Please take the bait".He put out his cigarette and turned to walk deep into the dark corridor.

The Blue Mill underground clubhouse is a gold-selling cave in the dark night, a paradise for diners.There is a person standing on a high wire, and the lights above his head form a standard butterfly shadow under his nose. He does not smile, but the corners of his closed mouth maintain an arc, making him look like he is smiling from certain angles.

He doesn't open his eyes, but he looks good just with his eyes closed, with a beauty that blurs his gender.Immersed in the blue light, he was like a frozen mermaid, with ringing silver bells like scales and crystal-clear foam.

He is the finale of the restaurant, the climax and the end of the food banquet, and the prologue of the sensual banquet.

People around the round table are chatting, the voice is not loud, only two or three familiar people can hear each other, the sound is further weakened by the collision of ice cubes in the wine and the puffing of smoke, they exchange secret information and chuckle, His eyes wandered in the mist, like a drunk hunter impatiently looking for prey in the forest with a gun in his hand.

When their eyes swept across the height of the stage, they would involuntarily stop on the steel wire rope, and their eyes gradually narrowed, savoring the person who seemed to be independent from the world, but fell into the deepest part of the world.

Wang Yang lit a cigarette, he was the silent one among the guests at the table, surrounded by smoke, making his gentle smile look a bit mysterious, he called the waiters passing by him.

"You mean the tightrope walker? His name is Yu Linyuan."

"...Linyuan envy fish," Wang Yang pressed the cigarette into the ashtray, and crushed the fragile flower stamens carved in glass.

The people around laughed and said, "What? Did you like it?"

Wang Yang also laughed, noncommittal.

The diners at the same table smiled even more, but they were not ostentatious, and there were a few different expressions on the smiling brows, which meant: Oh, he is tempted.

They have seen too many whims.

This is a rotten planet. In the vast galaxy that life can perceive, this is not the only bad point.It is not the root of rot, nor the end of rot.

Wang Yang fell asleep like a tightrope walker that night, or at least that's what the other diners at Wang Yang's table thought.

The basement of the Blue Mill Restaurant is like a Minotaur's labyrinth. The platinum five-star security system guards this sensual underground palace, where the succubi are hidden.Diners would probably never have found the cages that contained their food if there hadn't been a waiter leading the way.

"The 20370th basement floor is here, I wish you a pleasant meal!" A brisk female voice sounded from the elevator.A waiter came out of the car with a simple key in his hand, and the tag was marked "[-]-Yu".

However, there were no diners following behind him—the real waiter had already been knocked unconscious, tied up in a compartment on an unknown floor, Wang Yang stripped off all his clothes, and put them on himself again.

Walking down one floor at a time, the entire Gold-selling Cave can be described as the sound of phoenix flutes, the light of jade pots, dancing fish and dragons all night, prostitutes and actresses, and all kinds of sensuality. The lower the floor, the more indulgent, Wang Yang felt uncomfortable , but the corridor on the 20th floor underground became deserted.

20370 is in the room at the end of the [-]th basement floor.The dark red carpet is like solidified wine, and there is an oval hall at the end of the corridor. The gray marble wall reflects the cold light of the chandelier.A mahogany door protrudes from the wall, as if trying to break free from the wall from time to time.

In Blue Mill, you don't need to knock on the door, you don't need to ask for the consent of the owner of the room, you don't need to exchange greetings, you only need the key and the door.

There was a crisp "click", and the handle of the red copper lion's mouth was turned at an angle. After the door opened, a deep hole was revealed. There was a faint blue light floating in the room, as well as the rhythmic sound of water.Wang Yang walked in with a calm gait, and the small silver bell sensed his steady heartbeat through his clothes.

As if sensing the arrival of a guest, the door snapped shut.

There is a faint fragrance floating in the air, the room is very dark, a huge fish tank connects the ceiling and the ground, and the full-height curved glass magnifies and distorts the silver ribbon fish swimming in it into clumsy and terrifying prehistoric giants.The scene in front of him was unexpected for Wang Yang.

"Does it look good?"

A clear voice came from an invisible corner, not flattering, not quite what Wang Yang expected.The man was hiding in the darkness, Wang Yang couldn't see anything, and he didn't dare to act rashly. He was waiting for an opportunity to be caught by the prey and counterattack.

"You raised?" Wang Yang asked.He had never seen such a big silver arowana, pets were very expensive, and everyone was willing to keep virtual ones.

"I kept it," said the young man, and the voice was closer this time, and a tall figure loomed on the glass of the fish tank.Wang Yang couldn't see clearly, but felt that the huge silver-blue fish seemed to have some kind of magical power, which made people unable to move their eyes away.

"You're boring," the man sighed sincerely. "Usually they ask me why I keep fish and why I don't keep other things."

"...Why do you keep fish?"

"Because it's delicious."

"..."

"Their scales are very hard, but the meat is very slippery, and it tastes a bit fishy," the voice came closer. "Only when it's a bit fishy, ​​you know that what you eat is fish, not other things. Water is running water, fish It’s fresh fish and tastes pretty good.”

The water light flows, the ignorant fish swims, turns, swims.

"You're not the type to be in a hurry."

Wang Yang felt that the man was standing behind him at this moment.

"Did you change the rules to pay by the hour, so that you know... Hurry up?" His voice was drawn out, as if he was in a deep valley, echoing in the space, and one hand was swimming along the spine of Wang Yang, like a fish statue insanity.

The fish is hooked.Wang Yang thought.

In the next moment, Wang Yang grabbed the wrist of the man behind him with a side step, dragged him forward, and thrust his whole body onto the ground with a muffled sound.One of the clamped arms was twisted into a strange angle behind his back, and Wang Yang pressed down on one knee, pushing the man firmly to the ground.Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp sound, and the spring locks of the handcuffs were put back into place, and the man in front of him lay on the ground with his hands scissored behind his back, unable to move.

"So you like to play like this?" The man smiled casually, his long gown was translucently white, looking at his face, it was Yan Yuhang!

Wang Yang was taken aback, and then he pressed down on his knee even harder.This person is not Yan Yuhang!

It can't be Yan Yuhang!