When the law of conservation of isolation is broken

For the next half month, Zhang Luotuo and Qiao De didn't meet each other.

Zhang Luotuo went to work every day as usual, after get off work, he repaired things after returning home, and then slept in a quiet room less than [-] square meters for the night, then got up the next day, got dressed and went to Eleven Company.Everything is like a procedural game, in which he is the code, repeating the journey constantly.

But Ah Coal still noticed something was wrong with him.

"What's wrong with you?" it asked him cautiously.At that time, they had just returned from the company and encountered a big jam.Ah Coal didn't know what happened, but it instinctively sensed Zhang Luotuo's emotions, so it asked tentatively, and the blue screen flickered in the gray fog.

"It's nothing." Zhang Luotuo muttered, forced a smile at it, he didn't want Ah Mei or Mao Mao to worry about him.

But actually he could feel the difference in himself, even if it was subtle.He felt that something unusual had overtaken him since the night he took apart the R-63.He woke up the next day, thinking it was a dream, but two cups of cold coffee in the living room reminded him of the existence of last night.He stared at the living room in a daze for a long time before he remembered everything.He went into the bathroom, rinsed the two cups of cold coffee, and poured cleaning fluid on them for their hard-to-remove stains.He looked at the glass, with the water stains on it, his reflection, and felt an inexplicable blankness and confusion.

Zhang Luotuo was so confused that night that he could hardly think.But from the second day on, as the confusion disappeared and the calmness rose, those thoughts slowly rose up in his mind one by one, sorted into little by little.

If Joad knew about the tapes and wasn't surprised by them, then that meant he was likely involved in them, and Joad seemed to react as well.Zhang Luotuo thought.But Zhang Luotuo couldn't even figure out the purpose of these videos. They seemed so mundane and trivial that they didn't seem to make any sense. They were basically recording Zhang Luotuo's daily life. He didn't think he had anything worth watching.

Those images flashed through his mind one by one.

Joad also left a message to him, saying that he wanted to tell him something. He almost wanted to say it when he was at Zhang Luotuo's house, but he was interrupted because the TV was turned on, so he couldn't say it in the end.

He thought about it for a long time, cleared his mind completely, and finally summoned up the courage on the fifth day to make an appointment with Joad to have a frank talk about this matter. He wanted to understand what was going on.

But when he decided to do this, he found a strange thing: Joad disappeared, his phone couldn't get through, and Feige didn't respond.Zhang Luotuo had no choice but to find a way to wait for him in the company.But even there, Joad disappeared for a day.The only thing Zhang Luotuo saw related to him was the photo of Joad hanging on the wall after getting off the spaceship.He raised his head and looked at it in the dim light. Below the photo was written: Director of Management: Joad.Joad's empty gray eyes stared at Zhang Luotuo without fear.

Finally, he couldn't help but pretended to inadvertently ask the colleagues around him where Joad had gone.

The colleague shrugged at him: "He seems to be in charge of a big case recently, and he is very busy."

Zhang Luotuo was extremely anxious, he thought maybe he should talk to Zheng Zheng, and stop hiding it from her.But recently, Zheng Zheng is also too busy to take care of herself. She has been in a bad state for the past two days, her spirits are sluggish, and her eyes are always filled with exhausted emotions.Zhang Luotuo felt that it might have something to do with Li Xiangxiang, or there might be other reasons, so he tried to ask her, but all he got was no solution.Zheng Zheng's spirit was always erratic, and he often fell into deep thought after speaking a few sentences. After Zhang Luotuo reminded her, she looked up with a confused face: "What did you just say?" So their conversation can only be like Terminated like a spaceship on a wrong turn—and several times she fell asleep at work, lying on her desk, being criticized by her supervisor.

Afterwards, this feeling gradually climbed to the top. Zheng Zheng often missed breakfast and arrived at the company at noon. When Zhang Luotuo talked to her in a cafe or restaurant, he noticed that the nails on her hands were dirty and faded, and they were smeared with orange. Lipstick is like dry and cracked soil, which is unbelievable for the usual Zheng Zheng.In the end, she didn't even show up at the company for a day, and Zhang Luotuo couldn't see her at all.He could only make a phone call to confirm her safety. When he answered the phone, it sounded like she was either sleeping or eating, as if the day was midnight, and this job meant nothing to her.

Zhang Luotuo had to remain silent, and at the same time felt a kind of inexplicable panic gradually coming.He felt as if everything in his life was going off track.At night, he wandered alone in the game city of Nanping, surrounded by loud shouts like the buzzing of R-63 drones.The God and Buddha of Dunhuang, who was soaring in the sky, lowered his head by chance and met his eyes. The camel stared at the statue, feeling confused, like the game coins thrown into the game machine by others.

He really had no choice but to stay at home alone, and studied the videotape, from those videos to the phone recordings many times, trying to find out something and understand something, but he still couldn't find a solution.Even though R-63's surveillance directly appeared in front of him, some things still puzzled him. For example, he didn't understand why R-63 wanted to spy on him. The only thing he thought of was that it might be related to the management department, but he couldn't think He was not an important person, and it had nothing to do with competitors or prisoners.

Zhang Luotuo couldn't figure it out. He lowered his head and stared unconsciously at Qiao De on the screen.At this moment, Joad just looked up from the record store, and he looked sharply at R-63 who was filming, his face was rendered by gray and hazy yellow light.His gaze unconsciously met Zhang Luotuo outside the screen.

Zhang Luotuo felt his heart tense, as if he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming holographic images of "8653 soda" at midnight.

He decided to find something to do, at least not anymore, so he started trying to fix the R-63.It has been completely broken, the wiring has become a mess after being soaked in rain, and the outer shell has been smashed to pieces.Zhang Luotuo bought a metal shell at four kilometers away. After returning home, he removed the wiring, removed the camera and locator, reinstalled it, wrapped the metal shell around it, and repainted it with white paint.

It took Zhang Luotuo a lot of time to finish it completely, which made Zhang Luotuo thankful, repairing it at least saved him from having to be entangled in the vortex of doubts all the time.Ten days later, the improved version of R-63 was completed, and it looked brand new, as if it had just been launched.Zhang Luotuo put it in Maomao's den, and Maomao liked its humming sound very much - Zhang Luotuo deliberately weakened the sound a lot, and now the sound is more like a sleep-inducing sound than noisy, and Maomao often sticks it with his belly Roll it on the ground.

Zhang Luotuo sat aside, watched Maomao fall asleep, and then carried him back to the bedroom.And he went back to the living room and continued to fix things at the repair table.He decided to play a song, so he chose a song at random.

"Be softer." He casually said to the electronic music player, and the electronic music player selected a song from the Internet and started playing it.

Rusting electricity, soft voice, the voice of a certain female singer sounded from the electronic music player.

Zhang Luotuo leaned against the table and felt that this song was not very good, at least not as good as Teresa Teng's "Sweet Honey".He looks out the window.There is no rain today, and there is no accompanying buzz, and the LED lights of "Bridge Gum" outside hang on the outside of the promotional spaceship and shuttle through the air.He lowered his head and stroked the repair tool in his hand.

He thought automatically of the night Joad had come to his house.At that time, they were sitting on the sofa, and Teresa Teng's singing was floating on the ceiling.

Then they finished listening to the song, Joad went out, Zhang Luotuo called him and asked him to go to the old man's record store.Zhang Luotuo recalled that memory, raised his head and unconsciously looked at the phone.It's quiet now, and looks like it's going to stay quiet forever.

He looks away, stretches, and decides to get back to work and fix his junk.He turned away and walked to the repair table.

Amidst the rustling singing, a loud "ding ding" suddenly scrambled in the room.

Zhang Luotuo suddenly raised his head and looked at the place where the voice came from.

It was the phone ringing.It snapped behind him.

Zhang Luotuo walked over.Somehow, a kind of illusory hope and strangeness rose in his heart.He put his hand on the phone hesitantly, hesitating whether to pick it up or not.It seemed to go on and on and on.

"Hello..." He picked up the phone and said hesitantly.

There was no answer on the other side.The sound of heavy breathing, as if someone was sleeping there, followed by bursts of soft music, like in a dance hall or cafe.

"Hello?" Zhang Luotuo called again tentatively.

This time there was a reaction.There was an indistinct grunt, repeating some strange words, like "men, me, Li Xiangxiang", and so on, followed by low laughter, mixed with whimpers.

Immediately, the handset of the phone was transferred, and Zhang Luotuo heard the rustling friction and the murmur of moving lips.The loudness of the music suddenly increased, and the clicking sound repeated many times in a few seconds.Then the sound subsided, and the silence returned.Another person began to speak in a mysterious and complicated tone: "Hello—is this Zhang Luotuo?..." It was a male voice, which was also strange and indistinct, as if a few candies were stuffed in his mouth.

That wasn't Joad's voice, Zhang Luotuo could tell.

For a moment, his shoulders relaxed, and his heart sank: "Yes? Are you?"

The opposite party smiled tolerantly, and did not answer him: "Zheng Zheng—drunk—can you come—pick her up?" He also sounded like he had been drunk a lot, and his mind was not sober.

Zhang Luotuo stood up: "Zheng Zheng?" He said in surprise. "Where is she?" He reached out and grabbed his clothes from the sofa.He has not contacted Zheng Zheng for several days.She didn't answer his calls, nor did she reply to his Feige messages.Like Joad, she suddenly disappeared in this big city.

"Can you get her to answer the phone?" he said again.

And, get drunk.When he heard this word, he felt infinitely surprised. This word sounded irrelevant to Zheng Zheng.Zheng Zheng seldom gets drunk in bars, she doesn't like to get drunk, she told Zhang Luotuo that getting drunk in public is a disqualification of etiquette.

There was a violent noise, and someone snatched the phone.

"Hello, camel? - I'm -" Zheng Zheng's voice.She hiccupped and giggled.

"Night Flying Bar in Jiulongpo." A distant male voice added.

The phone was hung up.

The night sky stretches as far as the eye can see.As midnight approached, the number of spaceships flying in mid-air was greatly reduced, and occasionally a few passed through, twinkling in the sky like scattered stars in the old world.Zhang Luotuo drove the spaceship, shuttled in the dark sky, and the port of Jiulongpo was shining in front of his eyes.

"Night Flying Bar, No. 320." Ah Coal pulled out the map and reported the location of the bar to Zhang Luotuo. It was curious about Zhang Luotuo's trip at midnight. Zhang Luotuo told him about the phone call. Thoughtfully silent.

"Is it possible that it's a hoax? It's a prank call. In fact, Zheng Zheng is not there. Someone is playing tricks on you. You think Zheng Zheng would be drunk." It reminded Zhang Luotuo uneasily.

Zhang Luotuo knew why Ah Mei said this. Zheng Zheng seldom got drunk. She strictly controlled her drinking to keep herself sober. She said this was the etiquette of an alcoholic.And he didn't expect that Zheng Zheng would come to the aristocratic area of ​​Jiulongpo.The bars she likes are generally good and cheap, and they offer a variety of fruit wines.She took Zhang Luotuo once, and she seemed to know every guest and owner inside.

"Drinking should come to a place you are familiar with." She raised her head and said to him with a smile.

Zhang Luotuo thought for a while: "I don't think so." Zheng Zheng's voice and tone were exactly the same as her usual.What he was curious about was the man who answered the phone - he sounded very familiar with Zheng Zheng, but Zheng Zheng had never told him that there was such a person.

Zhang Luotuo soon arrived at the "Night Flight" bar.A silver billboard flickered above his head, the automatic door opened, and three girls came out supporting each other. They wore uniform blue wigs. Zhang Luotuo smelled the strong smell of alcohol on their bodies, and sobbed for a while. from the mouth.He walked through the door, which now opened up for him, revealing a brick-red floor.

Zhang Luotuo walked in.There was not much sound in the bar at midnight, most people were sleeping soundly on the sofa or on the ground, the only sound was their heavy breathing.A fresh orange smell wafted in the air, Zhang Luotuo moved his eyes from the sofa to the floor, trying to find where Zheng Zheng was, but it seemed that no one here was her.He went further inside, to a deeper place, to the bar counter. The waiter behind the bar was smoking an electronic cigarette skillfully, and occasionally raised his hand to comb his hair.

There were two people sitting at the bar.Zhang Luotuo narrowed his eyes.The two people were lying on the bar table with their heads leaning against each other, and seemed to be sleeping, but occasionally one of them would talk.One of them put his hand on another person in a gray suit, and Zhang Luotuo's eyes fell on the gray suit. It was a girl with a small frame, and the gray suit she wore was too big for her.She moved her arm, revealing the bright yellow dress underneath.

"Zheng Zheng?" Zhang Luotuo walked over and said, he recognized it, it was the dress worn by Zheng Zhengai.

The girl didn't answer him, she didn't even look up, she just buried her head in her knees and slept on her own.The man next to her heard Zhang Luotuo's call and sat up in a daze.

"Hello—Zhang Luotuo." He said.The man was wearing a white shirt, blinking at Zhang Luotuo, with deep eye sockets, and a friendly and mysterious smile.

Zhang Luotuo was stunned.He looked at the man in disbelief.

"Lu Xing?" he said.Lu Xing, Qiao De's good friend, the second in command of the management department.

"It's me, it's me." Lu Xing ignored his surprise and said drunkenly, his voice was dizzy, as if flying in the sky.

He pointed to the sleeping figure in a gray suit lying on the table: ""Zheng Zheng is here, she and I got drunk, luckily she remembered to call you before getting drunk. He lowered his body and patted the shoulder of the gray suit, "Prisoner, your good friend is here, it's time to go home." "

The people on the side raised their heads in a daze, and the gray suit fell down: "Is Zhang Luotuo coming?" she said, revealing a face still stained with tears.Listening to her voice, Zhang Luotuo was sure that she must be drunk, she was a little overexcited, her voice was different from usual, it sounded high-pitched, but usually her voice was low-pitched with ease.

Zheng Zheng stood up slowly, looked around for a while, and then fixed his gaze on Zhang Luotuo.

"My friend!" she exclaimed, in an operatic voice.

Zhang Luotuo stepped forward to catch her and put her hand on his shoulder: "Are you okay?" He asked.

Zheng Zheng leaned her head on his shoulder, she didn't answer directly, but shouted loudly: "I'm very happy!" Zhang Luotuo shook, he didn't expect her to be drunk like this, and the voice she shouted was comparable to Screams from horror movies.

He grinned and covered his left ear, raised his head, and said to Lu Xing, "Then I'll take her back to her home." He tried to put her weight on his shoulders, and to be honest, she was heavier than he seemed .Lu Xing was on the side, showing a smile, showing no sign of wanting to help him.Lu Xing was also very drunk, Zhang Luotuo could tell, although he was still smiling, his light brown eyes were distracted.

Zhang Luotuo felt that his mind was muddled—although his mind has not been very clear these days.Why did Lu Xing drink with Zheng Zheng?He avoided Zheng Zheng's alcoholic tone.Zhang Luotuo remembered how much Zheng Zheng hated the management department.Most importantly, she never told him about Lu Xing, not a single word.

There was a sound like a gasp, and then the sound slowly increased and then decreased.Zhang Luotuo lowered his head and found that the voice was coming from his shoulder.It was Zheng Zheng, she made that sound, and it took a while for Zhang Luotuo to confirm that the sound was whimpering.The fine whimper overflowed from Zheng Zheng's lips, and then disappeared.Then Zhang Luotuo felt that his clothes had a sticky feeling caused by liquid, and it seemed that he was wet with tears.

Zheng Zheng was crying, crying very sadly, but also very hard.

Zhang Luotuo lowered his head at a loss and asked her softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Zheng Zheng ignored him, she shook off his hands, body, and shoulders.Then she slid to the ground without his support.

"I'm nothing, I'm nothing..." She murmured, changing her happy attitude just now.

Zhang Luotuo didn't quite understand what happened to Zheng Zheng.He knelt down and patted her shoulder with his hands: "It's okay, I'm here." He said softly, trying to comfort her.He raised his eyes and looked at Lu Xing in confusion, hoping for an explanation.Zheng Zheng is very contradictory tonight, like a fusion of the best of her and the worst of her.

But Lu Xing didn't notice his eyes at all, he finished drinking the glass of blue wine in his glass, and walked over slowly, as if he also wanted to comfort Zheng Zheng.But he was not much better, as soon as he walked up to Zhang Luotuo, Zhang Luotuo smelled a strong mixture of chocolate and champagne on his body.Lu Xing squatted down, patted Zheng Zheng's shoulder out of focus, then raised his head, and said to Zhang Luotuo: "Thanks for your hard work... She is not emotionally stable today. I will help you take her to the door. She will taste much better with wine."

"Do you often drink with her?" Zhang Luotuo asked sharply. He thought for a while and added, "Has she been drinking with you these days?" Lu Xing and Zheng Zheng looked very familiar, which made He was amazed.

Lu Xing didn't seem to be so drunk that he lost his mind, but he couldn't fully answer Zhang Luotuo's question: "We rarely drink as much as today." He said, helping to lift Zheng Zheng's arm, "Today—— — we hit the south wall..." he said to himself.

Zhang Luotuo looked at Lu Xing's hand, which was illuminated by a dim light.He found a bloodstain on it, which looked fresh.He asked suspiciously: "The south wall?" It sounded weird.

But this time Lu Xing didn't seem to be going to answer him. He and Zhang Luotuo worked together to help Zheng Zheng up: "You know the way, right? You also drove the spaceship?"

Zhang Luotuo was distracted by this topic, he nodded, he has been to Zheng Zheng's house several times: "I know." He asked worriedly, "What about you?" The spacecraft returned home, and it was very difficult to walk.

"You are very kind." Lu Xing stared at him, his dark brown eyes sparkled, he shrugged, his tone indifferent, "I called a friend to pick me up..."

He averted his eyes, suddenly stretched out a hand, pointed to a certain place, and said loudly, "He's coming!"

Zhang Luo looked over.The light in the small bar was dim and blurry. The crowd lying on the sofa and on the ground breathed heavily, and an old light dyed them the color of night.Among them, a man was walking straight towards them, completely ignoring the maze-like crowd.Zhang Luotuo slightly raised his head again.The face was clearly visible in his eyes.

On the body wrapped in a dark blue suit, there was an expressionless face with gray eyes embedded in it, revealing an arrogant expression.

Zhang Luotuo felt as if the air had disappeared, the music behind him and the sound of the clinking wine glasses no longer existed.

It's Joad.