Then Kou Tongtong, like 007 who had shrunk in water, showed Huang Jinchen a smile of a special model for pickup girls, and tossed the mysterious password box up and down.
After a "ding dong" sound, a small door about ten centimeters in size bounced open from the corner. Compared with the entire huge and royally configured password wall, it was like picking the lock at the castle gate for a long time, and the dog hole opened. the same.
Huang Jinchen looked up at the somewhat aging ceiling of the study, feeling that his feelings were deeply wasted.
Kou Tong pulled out a document bag that looked some years old. The contents were placed in and out, very untidy. Huang Jinchen looked over his shoulder and found that the first ones that fell out were a few yellowed sheets. Kou Tong put away the old photo before he could see the person in the photo clearly, and then there was an admission letter from a university, a few yellowed letterheads, and a little blood stained vaguely. …
The weirdest thing is that there is actually a 40% off Smurfs poster!
Kou Tong found that Huang Jinchen's face, like a compass in an unknown magnetic field, twisted like this and then twisted like that, so he explained a little embarrassedly: "Everyone has years of burning passion, do you think so? ?"
Huang Jinchen paused and nodded silently, feeling that Dr. Kou's passion was burning with his own characteristics, but since his safe could be turned into a mushroom farm, it was nothing.
Huang Jinchen glanced at him sideways, thinking, it's really nothing.
For handsome guys who are pleasing to the eye, always be a little more tolerant, like Kou Tong, an "S" class, not to mention that he just locked a Smurfs poster in the password wall, that is, he is dressed like a smurf and swollen Snow boots with the same feet and running out streaking with the banner of "against Gaga witch" are all reluctantly forgivable.
... I have to say that Master Huang, who is not in the usual way, didn't realize that he has the trait that every brainless fan has - selectivity and tolerance.
Going all the way to the very end, Kou Tong finally found a small dozen documents—not so much documents, but rather Zhang middle school students’ analytic geometry and cursive paper, all handwritten, how chaotic and chaotic. The calculation formula of , and various noun annotations like "inside aliens" are marked next to it.
"What is this?" Huang Jinchen asked.
"The notes I took when I wanted to do this program on a whim." Kou Tong sat on the ground, opened page by page, took a pen from the small drawer under the table, and began to write and draw. Something like that.
"You're also a techie?" Huang Jinchen leaned over and asked.
"Half technology, not a big house." Dr. Kou said.
"Oh." Huang Jinchen, who didn't go to school when he was a teenager and devoted himself to murder and arson, made a more accurate position for himself - it turned out that I was half illiterate, he thought.
Kou Tong frowned when he looked at it. The information was not complete, but it was just a product of a hot brain. It was not sorted out very much. There were still many missing parts. Which program went wrong and let them get here, and as for how to get back, they were basically at a loss.
Huang Jinchen followed him for a while, and found that he couldn't understand it, so he stopped pretending to be a cultural person, took out his mobile phone, and coaxed himself to play.
His mobile phone is very special, there is no name on it, only numbers and simple letters, open the address book, a series of numbers, like his previous name - 11235 - has a special cold and uncomfortable mystery.
He was bored. For some reason, he made a sound, and then, with the movement of a copycat machine, a song "XX Trading" floated out. After decades, this song still sounds like a chrysanthemum - really from the Never stepped off the altar.
Kou Tong was also alarmed, and he glanced up at him while he was busy, just to see him flipping through the address book. Dr. Kou saw at a glance that some people's code names had square brackets added, so he asked, "What are the brackets for?"
"Dead." Huang Jinchen said without raising his head, "In the past, there were parentheses, which meant that they were about to die, but now they are all squares."
Kou Tong was silent for a while and asked, "Which one is me?"
"10086." Huang Jinchen said.
Kou Tong: "..."
Huang Jinchen explained: "If you can't fight back, you can't fight back when you scold you, you can check the balance if you can do business, and sometimes you can be cute. You can play with each other when you have nothing to do."
"..." Kou Tong blinked, "Do you think highly of me?"
Huang Jinchen raised his head and bared his teeth happily: "It is necessary."
Kou Tong continued to immerse himself in complicated data and inferences, feeling a little irritable—for example, trying to break someone's reflective white front teeth with a hammer.
Since he entered this unknown space, it has become a little difficult to control his emotions. Some people are born with relatively small emotional ups and downs, mild temperament, and it is not easy to be overjoyed or sad. Some people want to keep calm, but they must rely on conscious control and professional professionalism.
Kou Tong is unfortunately the latter.
For a psychiatrist, he sometimes seems too out of touch. A person who is too outgoing and lively is generally unlikely to have a very gentle and calm personality. He has worked a lot and can always relatively effectively control his emotional ups and downs within a range of occupational requirements and an acceptable threshold. But here I can't hold back.
The projection space is a space that is very easy to get out of control. He has been deprived of his main body qualification, which is equivalent to being forced to be involved in it. He is also a human, and he can breathe and have emotions. The seniors were so indifferent.
He kept silent, but his brows became more and more tightly wrinkled, which made Kou Tong's smiling face all the year round as if it had changed its owner. It was obviously the same facial features, but because of a little uncontrollable anxiety and irritability, it seemed very dignified.
Suddenly, a finger tapped on his forehead very quickly, Kou Tong jolted, and subconsciously leaned back, and found that Huang Jinchen was looking at him.
"White shirt," Huang Jinchen pointed to the clothes he was wearing, "long trousers, frowning again, looks very abstinent."
Kou Tong looked at him blankly.
"Are you in a bad mood?" Huang Jinchen was considerate, and suggested infinitely solemnly, "Men, when everyone is angry, just shoot a cannon."
Kou Tong looked at him for three seconds, then stood up suddenly, rolled up the folder, picked it up, and threw it back into the password wall, closed the bookcase crunchly, and picked up the coat on the back of the chair. Step outside.
Huang Jinchen asked, "What are you doing?"
Kou Tong said without turning his head, "I think you're right."
As soon as he opened the door, he happened to meet his mother who was going to knock on the door with fruit and milk. Kou Tong's mother said in a sticky tone: "Tong Tong, it's time to drink milk."
Huang Jinchen said, "Pfft—"
Kou Tong was silent for a moment: "Even according to the old folk saying, 'Twenty-three still takes a leap', I have already passed the growth and development period."
Kou Tong's mother said: "It helps with sleep!"
Kou Tong: "You don't have to go to school tomorrow for a cram school."
Kou Tong's mother stopped talking, standing there with her watery eyes holding a tray, blocking the road, accusing the unfilial son with her eyes.
Kou Tong looked at her for three seconds, finally took the cup and drank it dry, put on his coat: "I have something to do, I'll go out for a while, and I won't be back at night."
"Tsk." Kou Tong's mother shook her head, "It's really a big mistake."
Then she adjusted the gunfire on Huang Jinchen, who was secretly picking up joy, and said kindly, "Do you want to drink milk, Xiao Huang? Would you like to add a spoonful of chocolate powder? How about honey?"
At night, people's moral values seem to drop a lot. After Kou Tong left home, he came to a remote bar with ease. There was a place where his consciousness overlapped. Kou Tong knew that the system itself would be based on his feelings. ideas, lead him to some places.
At this time, he was sitting in a backlit corner, sitting in front of a handsome teenager, drunk and chattering in a literary tone.
"I'm in pain, you know how it feels? You know how it feels? The whole world... the whole world is fucking hilarious, and I'm like I'm the only one." The teen said this, and paused for a while, Perhaps the alcohol short-circuited his brain a little, temporarily forgetting the words, so he asked, "Do you understand?"
Kou Tong silently put his hand on the back of the other's hand. He put on anti-radiation glasses, the light shines on the lenses, passing a layer of light streamer, his half-covered eyes are very soft, looking at others like that When he was around, he looked extra affectionate, as if the person he was looking at was the one he had loved for several lifetimes.
However, Dr. Kou, who was extraordinarily "affectionate", thought impatiently, I just want to get you to bed quickly.
The teenager raised his hand to cover his eyes, looked up at the wall lamp forty-five degrees and said, "Don't look at me like that. Once you're addicted to poisoning, you won't be able to quit."
Kou Tong looked away, lowered his head and smiled, took the wine glass in front of the other party, and said softly, "Don't drink too much, it hurts your stomach."
This sentence is like turning on the faucet, and the teenager collapses in an instant.
Kou Tong stood up, pressed his shoulder, leaned into his ear and said, "You're in a bad mood, go home early - I'm sorry, miss, please give him a glass of hot milk."
His patience is really limited today and he decided to make a substitution.
At this moment, the teenager suddenly put his arms around his waist: "Don't go!"
Kou Tong thought: Huh
The young man looked up at him confidently, the strong man said vaguely like a broken wrist: "Don't go, I need your warmth today, you..."
Without saying a word, Kou Tong stretched out his hand to help him up and walked out, thinking that I should have said it earlier, I also need you to cool down.
At this time, his mobile phone vibrated wildly in his trousers pocket. Kou Tong opened it and found that it was Huang Jinchen, so he refused to answer it. After a while, a text message came, and Huang Jinchen said in a cheap voice, "Call 10086 for human service!"
Kou Tong deleted it directly, turned off the power and pulled out the battery, and swaggered to open the room with the prey.
Huang Jinchen occupied Kou Tong's bedroom by himself, stared at the phone and waited for a while, then dialed back again, a mechanical voice came from inside: "The phone you dialed has been turned off..."
"Damn it." Huang Jinchen said, then raised his hand and slapped himself on the face, "I told you to talk too much!"
He put on his clothes and got up, pushed open the window of Kou Tong's bedroom, glanced out, and then jumped out neatly, regardless of which floor it was.