mayfly era

It has been two hours since t came to the "No.17 Glass Tower". He changed several traffic routes before arriving at this slightly inclined high-rise building with a glass shell.

It is said that there are 23 glass towers in the central city, which were once used to build city defense membranes to prevent the invasion of alien civilizations that may exist. When No. 20 was built, it was shut down for some unknown reasons, and several of them were purchased by private individuals, such as No. 17 and No. [-] were put into commercial use and became entertainment/city.

— don't know what it's like for these rich guys to dance in the turrets.

t walked to the external gate of "No. 17 Glass Tower", which was a holographic gate, and it seemed easy to enter.

"I'm not a fool..." T muttered to himself.

He walked slowly to the AI ​​reception system on the side, smiled brightly at the window, and said to the dark image capture device, "Hi, good afternoon, I'm looking for Wen, Liu, Zhi."

He purposely pronounced the name word for word, in case the AI ​​didn't recognize it because of the tone and accent.

"Please tell me the job number of Ms. Wen Liuzhi." Such a line appeared on the reception system.

job number?Could it be that Ms. Wen Liuzhi is working here? T turned his mind a few times, and suddenly saw a string of characters in the upper right corner of the screen, his eyes lit up, and he reached out to touch the string of characters.

In the next second, the interface turned into a sea of ​​flowers, with the words, "Please enter through the gate."

T makes a proud face at the image capture device - the string of characters in the upper right corner is an abbreviation from Common Language [-], which means "close the interface". program.

This question is too simple, anyone who has studied for a few days can answer it.

After entering the holographic gate, there is an elevator with a fully transparent elevator room, which can overlook the street with the building. There are no operation buttons, and the elevator can only lead the way.

T calmed down. What happened before made his brain extremely excited. It took him a full three hours to digest these stimuli and start thinking about the future and the pros and cons.Using the image writing thinking method taught to him by the teacher, he quickly made false impressions on Onew.

In the end, he drew up the image elements in his mind: red, purple, and ultramarine in color, above average appearance, clear and bright voice, eat but eat less.

The elevator door opened at a moderate speed.He couldn't help being stunned for a moment, because he saw a rainforest.

There are crystal drops of water rolling on the leaves of countless broad-leaved trees, and the smell of moist soil penetrates into the nose, full of fresh vitality.And under the cover of broad-leaved trees, there are "small houses" that present a soft three-dimensional image to the outside.

One of the small houses slowly raised its half-wrapped "cover" to reveal what was inside.

It is a dining table. There was a burst of joy in T's heart, his guess was already one-eighth right.He stopped about ten meters away from the small house and didn't go forward.

There was a man and a woman sitting at the table. The woman was wearing a water red long-sleeved mermaid skirt, while the man was wearing a shirt with a hypoallergenic half mask on his face. It looked a little weird, but it was very popular in Central City recently. This kind of face mask, air pollution is easy to cause allergies.

The woman in the red dress patted the man's shoulder. The man saw T and smiled at him—even though the mask covered his mouth, he could see the eyes smiling gracefully and politely. T knew that he didn't know this man, but felt somewhat familiar.

The man stood up and whispered a few words in the woman's ear. T saw the woman's eyebrows raised with doubts on her face.

Then the man left, and when he walked to T's side, he nodded to T again.

What a strict man. But T felt indescribably awkward.

"Come here." A female voice sounded.The clear, calm, and neutral voice swept over like a sea wave, and it came out through the invisible speakers in all directions.

"It's okay, they can't hear you." The woman said again. On her pretty face, there were two pairs of sharp eyebrows like long knives, which were flying domineeringly at the moment.

T suddenly felt uneasy, as if the lamb had rushed into the wolf's den rashly, and there were dark green eyes everywhere.

"Hurry up!" the woman urged.

T had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk towards the small house.

"I've been waiting for you here for two and a half hours, and I drank three bottles of wine." The woman said in a complaining tone.

T raised his foot and stepped on the slightly higher threshold of the small house, and when he got close to him, he saw that the woman's water-red skirt was covered with orange highlights, and her body exuded a slightly astringent plant smell, perhaps a new fragrance.

"Give me your ID card." The woman stretched out her hand and spread it out.

T sighed a little tiredly, he hadn't said a word yet, but this woman had already said a lot like a cannonball.He reluctantly took out his ID card and put it in the woman's hand.

"It's really a t?" The woman was a little surprised.

T was taken aback, "You recognize me?"

The woman returned the ID card to T, and gave a faint "hmm".

T smiled bitterly, "Then what are you going to do to me?"

"What did you do to you?" The woman looked at him suspiciously, "Why did I do something to you? The person who just left told me that your name is 't', and there is actually someone with such a name."

T was slightly relieved, but what the woman said next made him tense up again.

"He also told me that you are Song Zhaorong's child. You were sent to a reform camp ten years ago and your identity was destroyed. But you tell me, what do you do with your ID card?" The woman suddenly realized, "No wonder you don't have an account. It’s an old card from ten years ago.”

T's whole body was frozen into a stick, he couldn't say anything, it was as if a thunderstorm bomb exploded in his brain, blowing everything into nothingness.

The woman laughed, "Don't be nervous, I don't plan to do anything to you."

"Then you..." T couldn't control his vocal cords, and said with great difficulty.

"On the contrary, I can help you hide better."

"Why?" T asked shortly.

"There is no reason, why should I kill you... It should be very difficult for you to escape from that kind of place."

The woman's tone was flat, but it seemed like a needle pierced through T's heart in an instant. He had never heard the word "it's not easy", and his eyes were moist, and two tears rolled down.

"Hey, who are you, you can cry when you want to cry." The woman was startled, and scratched her curly hair in an imageless manner.

"I really want to believe you," T wiped away his tears, but the tears continued, and his childish face made him look even more pitiful, making it hard to tell if he was acting or really sad, "...but I don't dare."

The woman was even more helpless, she grabbed a piece of fabric from the side to place the dinner plate, and wiped it on T's face indiscriminately, "You are so young, why are you so suspicious! Even if you escaped from the reform camp, those people can't take care of themselves now. I don't have the strength to catch you, a little ant."

T quickly caught the keyword "too busy to take care of himself", he broke away from the tablecloth, and stared at the woman with a pair of red round eyes.

"Next time, I won't find someone to do things casually." The woman said helplessly.

"What do you mean by being too busy to take care of yourself?" T asked, his emotions retracted and released surprisingly quickly.

"If you can't take care of yourself, you can't take care of yourself. You don't know how to look up a dictionary." The woman said.

"Your name is Wen Liuzhi, what is the relationship between the newly appointed Marshal Wen and you?" T asked quickly.

The woman suddenly gritted her teeth viciously, "He is my enemy."

T did not expect such an answer, but he persisted in asking, "What is your enemy? What kind of enemy is it?"

"An enemy is an enemy..." The woman hadn't finished speaking.

T has learned to rush to answer, "I don't look up the dictionary, if you don't tell me, I won't help you."

The woman's eyes gradually turned cold, "Didn't Song Zhaorong teach you that the less you know, the better?"

T showed a childish and innocent smile, "I'm sorry, she didn't teach me anything."