mayfly era

"I haven't talked to anyone for a few days. People here are so busy, so I just take a break from the chef, but I never heard him say a word. Just now he prepared the meal, and he was also typing on his mobile phone. Tell me, let me bring it to you."

"You don't understand what he said." Shang Han said.

"Don't understand? Well, I really don't have any language talent. Doesn't he speak a common language?"

"I can't understand the dialect in the north."

"Then he's so lonely, he can't even chat with others."

"Hmm." Typhoid went back into monosyllabic response mode.

"I heard they call you little master, and I call you that too, it shouldn't matter, how did you get into RC, and train and take exams like us?"

"When you react, you have already come in."

Number six curled his lips. This answer was more meaningful than not answering. He couldn't help being a little more curious about this young man of few words.

During these days, he observed all kinds of people in the base.

rc is not such a huge organization, but every member has a strong identity.In this era when human beings are being disciplined into production machines, it seems so warm and wonderful.

Some of them are extremely unrestrained, some are taciturn, some are personable, and some can even be said to be eccentric and crazy.

How did the boss of the counter-revolutionary society knead such a group of weirdos into a ball?Counting to six, secretly smacking their tongues.

"Showing off, it's too much, showing off in front of the tail of the crane! Do you know how hard it was for me to climb up from below?" Counting to six, he showed a tearful and aggrieved look, "I was ridiculed by them for two whole years At the end of the crane, I ranked last in every physical fitness test, so that other people no longer have to worry about whether they will be at the bottom in the fierce competition. Is it because I didn’t work hard? ... It seems that I really didn’t work hard.”

Shanghan turned his head and glanced at him indifferently, commenting on his performance, "The show is over."

"Hey, I've always disliked being reckless. If I were to compete with those monsters, I'd rather admit defeat right away." Count Six said with a hippie smile.

"But in many cases, admitting defeat is not enough to save one's life." The cold light from the huge screen reflected in Shanghan's eyes, making his already cold eyes even colder.

Shu Liu was taken aback for a moment, and he nodded slowly, "You seem to be right... Admitting defeat really can't save your life."

"Why do you have to save your life? People will always live until they die. Early death and late death are just the difference in time. In the end, it becomes an electronic tombstone. Who will count how many years you have lived from beginning to end in your life." On this topic, Typhoid fever suddenly seemed to open up a chatterbox.

"But I don't want to die, I haven't married a wife yet... There are still a lot of delicious food that I haven't eaten, the surroundings of the little idols haven't been collected yet, I haven't been on a big boat that rides the wind and waves, and I haven't seen the central city yet. The real rainbow and blue sky, how can I die?" The boy held his cheeks, squinted his eyes and looked at the huge screen, his tone was not heavy, but rather light.

"You can choose to huddle in the base, in the equipment vehicle, and be ready for a distress signal at any time, and then someone will desperately rescue you, and you may even send him away, and then survive yourself." Typhoid's voice was as flat as ever , counting to six but inexplicably heard a bit desolate.

"It's not your fault," Shuliu comforted. "Everyone has their own duties. They will try their best to save you because you are very important to them, in various senses."

"I'm very important." Typhoid repeated the words counting to six, as if these four words were another language for him, extremely strange.

"Yes, you are very important, little master, you can see that you can operate such a big machine by yourself, you are a senior calculator engineer!"

Typhoid laughed, his laughter was light but with a strange rhythm, apparently he seldom laughed out loud, the muscles of his vocal cords were extremely stiff in this regard.

The gap in the last corner of the model was also filled, and a complete irregular three-dimensional geometric shape was presented on the screen. Typhoid slowly rotated it, his eyes captured every detail, and the data in his mind and the lines in front of him were blending and aligned with each other.

The movements of masters always have an inexplicable beauty, which may be due to familiarity, or it may be the perfect combination of control and prediction.

"It's done." Typhoid touched the control panel lightly.

"Congratulations." Shuliu said with a smile.

Typhoid nodded, chose a beef burrito from the overtime meal brought by Shuliu, peeled it off and took a bite, the taste buds that had not been stimulated for a long time were slapped by the salty sauce, there were some slight stings, Typhoid slightly frowned.

"Hey, it's getting cold, how about I warm it up for you." Shu Liu said.

"Need not."

Counting six's attention was suddenly attracted by the mobile phone put aside by Shang Han. He originally thought that the regular typing sound was coming from Shang Han's hands, but only then did he notice that it was the sound of the live broadcast of the novel.

"Little master, why do you just listen and not watch? If you don't watch this thing, you are chasing loneliness."

Only then did Typhoid realize that the live broadcast was still going on. He glanced at the screen, and saw a large string of densely packed text squeezed into a small window, with only a pitiful few dozens of viewers.

He casually switched to the next room, which was extremely popular, with a total of 87 people, and the number of people per second was still increasing.

"The Unsolved Missing Girl Case!" Shuliu read out the name of the novel first, and he said happily, "This book has become popular recently, and many people are chasing after it, but I don't like reading novels, I still like pretty ones." Virtual idol hehe..."

"Oh." Typhoid nodded, he glanced at the time, put the phone aside, and reopened the operation interface.

"Why is there still work to be done?" Shu Liu wailed, "It's almost early morning, you guys are working too hard!"

"Boss asked me to switch to the monitoring of Tao Li Tian at this time, are you an adult?" Shang Han asked.

"Of course, I became an adult last year," said Number Six.

"Oh." Typhoid nodded, his fingers lightly tapped on the buttons, and it only took half a minute to break through the firewall of Daolitian.

For him, as long as the monitoring hardware equipment does not change, invading the monitoring system of Daolitian is easier than standing up and walking to the toilet.

The upper floor of Trao Li Tian was not open yet, and it was pitch black from the monitor. The typhoon enlarged the scene on the first floor, and the rest of the windows were arranged side by side.

The huge screen image was replaced with the interior scene of the Trayastrian.

The radiant ceiling lights of the inner hall echoed the water waves, shining dazzling scales, and the snow-white human bodies were parading around the pool. Walk slowly along the edge that is less than a palm wide.

The human voice was noisy and unpleasant, and a few sharp whistles sounded from time to time.

Typhoid watched blankly, showing neither disgust nor pity, no different from looking at a pile of code.Counting to six was a bit awkward. Although he pretended to be calm, his little flushed face gave him away.

Typhoid relaxed his body and leaned against the back of the chair, the expression on his face was empty.

I don't know how long I watched it, but even the number six began to lose interest in this obscene party.Typhoid yawned, and slowly bit into the half-eaten burrito.

Suddenly, a burst of flames and the scream of counting six entered his vision and hearing at the same time. Typhoid sat up abruptly, and took a closer look, it was a ball of ignited paper falling rapidly from the top of Dao Li Tian , the goal turned out to be - that cloud-shaped pool filled with rum!

The liquor was suddenly ignited and made a thunderous and dull noise, and the wall of the pool was exploded by the huge momentum after a few seconds!

For a while, the sound of panicked footsteps, the cracking of objects, and the screams of people sounded like the sound of a curse, and it was endless.

In the control room, both of them were stunned. The sound of the Taolitian fire scene was mechanized into electric sound, which was suddenly distant and near, forming two different sound tracks into the ears like hallucinations.

Double track?

Typhoid fever reacted much faster than counting six. He looked down at his mobile phone, and the small window of the novel’s live broadcast was replaced with an image of the fire scene at some point. The two perspectives were different, and the perspective of the novel’s live broadcast was obviously much higher. At this moment, overlooking the whole lobby.

Typhoid quickly dialed the internal communication channel of RC, and both ends were quickly connected, his face contorted unconsciously, and at the moment of connection, he blurted out a beast-like roar, "Tao Li Tian is on fire! The whole wine tank!"

"We are already on our way." Chen Li's voice sounded.

Typhoid felt that his vocal cords were no longer under his control, and his voice fluctuated, "The live broadcast of the unsolved case of the missing girl... He, they are live broadcasting the fire in Tiao Li Tian!"

"Got it, keep staring."

"Be careful, the fire is very strong, the wine is everywhere..." Typhoid's eyes reflected the constantly dancing flames on the screen, his voice trembled slightly.

"The professional fire brigade has been notified, and you must wait until you are within the safety line before acting." The counter-revolutionary voice sounded vaguely.

"Got it." Chen Li said.

"Communication maintained."

Typhoid heard that Chen Li's car speed had just increased by more than one gear, mixed with the sound of cursing from a smoking gun, he took a deep breath, reached out and rubbed his face, and muttered to himself, "No, no , how could Quhe be willing to destroy his gold-selling cave..."

"Ugh..."

A low whimper sounded into Typhoid's ears, he turned his head to look, and at some point, Shu Liu had already shrunk into the chair, holding his head in his hands, trembling unceasingly.

"That, that person was burned to death naked..." The voice of counting six was filled with deep fear. He covered his eyes and kept shaking his head.

Typhoid didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only say dryly, "Don't be afraid."