Level 495, Block C, No. 11.
When Long Yuehong arrived home, not long after dinner, the two brothers and sisters Long Zhigu and Long Aihong were cleaning the table and washing dishes under the supervision of their mother, Gu Hong.
Of course, their father, Long Dayong, was not idle, and cleaned the room very skillfully.
Long Yuehong saw all this through the half-opened door, hesitated for a few seconds, and stepped in.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back." He subconsciously wanted to scratch his hair with his right hand, but saw five iron-black metal fingers.
Long Yuehong was stunned for a second. In order to cover up her complicated emotions, she snapped out a stainless steel comb, and straightened her thick, messy black hair seriously.
Hearing his voice, Gu Hong suddenly turned around and looked at the door.
"You're back, it's been several months!" the middle-aged woman nags in surprise, joy and excitement.
The next second, her follow-up words froze in her mouth, because she saw that Long Yuehong's body was obviously different from the normal palms and wrists.
It no longer felt physical, with a metallic cold light.
"This is?" Gu Hong asked hesitantly.
Her attitude affected Long Dayong, Long Zhigu, and Long Aihong, making their delighted expressions a bit suspicious.
Long Yuehong laughed, waved his right arm, and moved five fingers:
"This mission is more dangerous, we just got such a robotic arm, so I applied to the team leader for a transplant to improve my strength, no, did I come back safely with it
"Haha, this kind of mechanical product is a man's romance, a soldier's dream lover. Few people can hold it back. If I hadn't applied decisively and seized the opportunity, I would definitely have seen a bargain!"
He talked and talked a lot.
Long Dayong didn't feel anything about his latter words, but Long Zhigu agreed:
"Yeah, looks cool!"
Heh, you kid haven't read the old world entertainment materials for a while now, and you've already mastered the word "cool"... As the eldest brother, Long Yuehong's first reaction was to educate his younger brother.
Of course, now is definitely not the right time, Long Yuehong pressed her thoughts and added with a smile in order to enhance her persuasion:
"Not only does it look cool, it's even cooler to use!"
Long Zhigu asked curiously:
"What are the effects?"
Long Yuehong thought about it and said:
"This has a confidentiality level, and I can't tell you the specifics, only some simple functions can be demonstrated.
"Like, like..."
Due to his guilty conscience, he could not think of a suitable project to show to his family for a while, and instinctively changed the shape of his fingers and blurted out:
"You can open cans!"
As soon as the words fell, Long Yuehong's face almost twitched:
Shit, it must be Shang Jianyao, this guy always nagging about opening cans with a robotic arm, which made me almost form a conditioned reflex!
"It's really cool..." Long Zhigu didn't know the twists and turns in his brother's heart, and yearned for deformable fingers.
Long Dayong, who is responsible for opening cans at home, is even more appreciated.
Gu Hong frowned, looked Long Yuehong up and down, and said:
"How do you go on a blind date like this
"Girls will find it scary."
At this time, it was late autumn, and the four members of the "Old Tune Group" did not return because they went out and missed the unified distribution in the new year.
"Yes, yes." Long Aihong learned from his brother's mantra.
As a girl, she did feel that a mechanical arm was weird and a little creepy.
Long Yuehong is more open-minded about this, not as concerned as he used to say:
"It's not too much of a hurry anyway, we can wait for the unified distribution next year."
He paused for a moment, then added hesitantly:
"At that time, I may have quit the security department and transferred to another position, which is more stable."
After waking up from the near-death this time, Long Yuehong became more and more certain that he was not a person who likes to take risks and seek excitement. .
He felt that with the contribution of the "Old Tune Team" this time, and the fact that he was seriously injured and lost his arm, he should be able to successfully leave the "Old Tune Team" and no longer work in the field even if his service years were not over.
The reason why Long Yuehong wasn't so sure just now was because she was worried that it would make her parents have too many expectations, and there would always be all kinds of accidents in life.
Moreover, he could see that the team leader and Shang Jianyao would definitely continue, and Xiaobai seemed to have plans in this regard, and actually wanted to take the risk of genetic modification.
As a member of the group, Long Yuehong felt that it would be very embarrassing if she was the only one to quit, just like escaping from the battle.
Born and died together for more than a year, he was a little unable to let go of the deep friendship between his companions.
This made him quite confused and dared not promise anything to his parents.
"Yeah." Gu Hong nodded, "You may have a D6 by then, and you will be promoted by one level after leaving the security department. Who is not worthy of the D7 team leader level?"
The more she spoke, the more proud she became, as if she no longer cared about the problem with the robotic arm.
After a few days, the rewards will be distributed, and maybe there will be a D6 level... Long Yuehong murmured in her heart when she heard the words.
Such a promotion speed can be regarded as a rocket in the "Pangu Creature".
After Long Dayong, Long Zhigu, and Long Aihong finished their housework, a few people sat down and listened to Long Yuehong tell some stories and experiences of this outing.
Although the results of the confidentiality review have not yet been released, Long Yuehong does not know if he can talk about many things or not, but what he can talk about is enough to make his younger brother and younger sister listen attentively, as if this is the most attractive Old World Entertainment Materials.
After the lights were turned off, they entered the room. Gu Hong and Long Dayong lay on the bed without speaking for a long time, as if the other had fallen asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, Gu Hong looked at the ceiling in the darkness and said faintly:
"He's still the same as before, he likes to explain and explain when he lies."
"Yeah..." Long Dayong sighed deeply.
…
Inside the "Mind Room".
Shang Jianyao watched the current environment silently for a long time, and let the scattered self become the only one again.
He stood up, walked to the scarlet door, and snatched the brass handle.
Without any hesitation, Shang Jianyao gently twisted and pulled the door in front of him to open back.
What appeared in his eyes was a deep corridor covered with a thick dark yellow carpet, with rooms one after another on both sides of the corridor.
These rooms, with their vermilion doors, old brass locks, and golden house numbers, look almost identical at first glance.
Between them, at intervals, there is a wall lamp—a wall lamp with an elegant shape and a dim light, but it does not reveal where the end of the corridor is.
"The Corridor of the Mind".
This is the "Soul Corridor".
Shang Jianyao put one hand in his pocket, turned around, looked at his room, and found that the three golden numbers were:
"1", "3", "1"
"131..." Shang Jianyao shook his head.
He directly manifested three new numbers in the room:
"6", "4", "7"
Then, Shang Jianyao was busy replacing "131" with "647".
But as soon as he finished the job, he blinked, and "647" changed back to "131".
Shang Jianyao thought about it, and directly showed a piece of black cloth, covering the original "131", and then wrote the number "196" on the black cloth with a golden pearl pen.
He immediately propped his eyelids with his fingers, preventing them from blinking at all.
In the next second, the "196" he wrote and the black cloth he embodied disappeared silently.
"I can't change it..." Finally, Shang Jianyao made a regretful voice.
He stopped tossing about this, and turned his eyes to the surroundings.
At a glance, he saw rooms "538", "205", "912" and so on.
"There is no '503' and '102'..." Shang Jianyao rubbed his face, expressing disappointment.
The "503" room is suspected to belong to Jiang Xiaoyue, who once made the "Dream Protector" of the "Mirage Dragon Sect" suffer from "innocence", and "102" is the last "soul corridor" room that Yan Hu entered before falling asleep.
Disappointed, Shang Jianyao walked to the side of the corridor like a walk, as if trying to find the end.
After four or five steps, he came to the room with the house number "1012".
Shang Jianyao hesitated for a few seconds, then raised his arms, crossed them to his chest, and said loudly:
"Distance is our friend!"
The rooms starting with "10" are most likely to belong to "yougu", so you have to be vigilant!
After walking for a while, Shang Jianyao suddenly stopped and turned his attention to a room on the left.
The vermilion door had the golden house number "1215" on it.
In the "Spiritual Corridor", the rooms starting with "12" are either attributed to "Zhuang Sheng" or in the field of "Siming".
Shang Jianyao watched it carefully for a long time, and divided into nine other himself, ready to vote to decide whether to explore this room or not.