God says that the world doesn't always work out as people want it to. On the first day he opened his eyes in the desert, he saw a ghost. —Ester, "Never Land"
Suddenly seeing the face close to the screen, Chu Si's pupils shrank. He folded the sleeves of his shirt twice, and on the exposed half of his forearm, the thinned muscles were visibly tensed, but relaxed again in a blink of an eye.
Although he dealt with his emotions quickly and his face returned to normal in an instant, the mop next to him still noticed it.
He had just known Chu Si for less than half an hour, so he definitely didn't know him. So I couldn't figure out whether Chu Si's subconscious reaction was defense, nervousness, or something else... Anyway, it made him panic even more.
He clearly caught the phrase "no reply", so he lowered his voice and asked Chu Si timidly, "This is the one you said... the terrorist?"
Chu Si did not answer. He stared at the screen without turning his eyes, like staring at a lion roaming nearby, moved his finger to a red button, tapped it, and said something lukewarm: "I replied. ."
Mop: "Huh??"
He opened his mouth and froze for a moment, until he heard the overly handsome man on the screen laugh, and then he realized that Chu Si's words were not addressed to him, but spread to the other side of the screen.
The man gave an "um", raised his eyebrows, and asked again, "What did you say?"
He didn't seem to bother to open his mouth to speak, and his voice was pressed down in the bottom of his throat, sounding low and a little careless.
Perhaps the inherent impression of "space prison" is too demonic, or perhaps it is Chu Si's previous description that makes people panic. This man obviously doesn't have anything to do with "extremely vicious", and he said very common things, but the mop just sounded a little nervous.
He pinched his fingers unconsciously, turned his head and waited for Chu Si to answer. Intuition told him that Chu Si would never say anything to please the other party.
"I forgot, there are quite a few, I suggest you see it when you receive it." Chu Si said without changing his face.
Mop: "..." I don't know why, but I always feel that this guy is talking nonsense with his eyes open.
Chuston paused for a moment, and then added calmly: "But it seems that even the cosmic super signal is going around you, maybe it will take another 27 years to receive it."
As soon as these words were finished, there was a clear "ding" sound from the other side of the screen.
The man straightened up slightly, took out a communicator, and glanced at it. He was still resting on the edge of the screen with one hand, while the other hand held the communicator and stroked twice.
He just glanced at it, then laughed, holding the communicator and shaking it in front of the screen, "A period, a lot?"
mop:"… "
Chu Si, who was exposed, didn't care at all, "It has a lot of meaning."
Man: "Like?"
Chus: "For example, I wish you an early return to prison."
"..." The mop thought for a while, and silently retracted to the ground along the countertop. In this situation, he really didn't want to show his face, and he wanted to live a few more days.
The two people in the front and back of the screen, one supporting the screen and the other supporting the console, both leaned forward and lowered their eyes slightly. Their postures were casual and relaxed. .
But this way of talking... made Mop's face turn green.
However, after the mop was paralyzed under the countertop for a while, it felt a little strange - the man didn't know how hard he tried to find it.
He pondered for a moment, but couldn't figure it out, and couldn't help but secretly glanced at it.
On the screen, the man had already stood up straight, biting the tip of one black glove with his teeth while untying the other glove. He tilted his head slightly, glanced down from the corner of his eyes, looked down at the camera, and said vaguely, "You really don't want to look at me, while I haven't twisted the controller off."
Chu Si raised his eyebrows, "No."
After speaking, he pressed the power button on the console.
"The monitoring system outside the forest is turned off and enters the energy-saving mode." At the same time as the mechanical electronic voice finished speaking, the large and small screens on the wall went black at the same time, and the image disappeared.
"Closed?! You just—" Mop's mouth twitched, pointing at the screens, "Just throw him there?"
Chu Si picked up the communicator on the console and threw it into his trousers pocket, while saying, "I'm just saving power."
Mop: "... choose one of power delivery and life delivery, and I choose power delivery."
"Unfortunately, the house is mine."
As Chu Si spoke, he walked to the cabinet beside the wall, and opened the two cabinets in the lower right corner with ease.
The mop was still a little cowardly, he touched his ankle silently, and said: "To be honest, my legs are a little weak. You really shut him down and ignore him? If you don't reply to a message, you can blow up the planet. It's really good to leave him like this. ? I feel like we're courting death..."
As if he hadn't heard of it, Chu Si picked it up in the cabinet for a while, flipped through something, and put it on a frozen capsule beside him.
The mop was embarrassed in front of the owner, and was too curious about these cabinets, and only glanced at it casually—
What Chus found was a box of noise-cancelling earplugs and a pair of gloves.
He put on gloves and took out a metal box from the corner. Judging from the size of the box, the weight is definitely not light, but it seems to be very light in his hand.
"What's this?" Mop blinked.
"An ancient one, which is of little use on weekdays—" Chu Si touched the edge of the lock with his thumb, and the box opened automatically with a click, revealing a row of silver utensils inside, "Toolbox."
"..." Mop sighed, "You have a toolbox that looks like a high-precision instrument lockbox. It doesn't seem to be the same thing that I often use."
Chu Si moved for a while and glanced at him: "What do you usually use?"
The mop made an "oh" and scratched his head. "That mess just now, I haven't even bothered to say that I am an aircraft function maintenance technician."
Chu Si nodded clearly, turned the box decisively, and pushed it in front of the mop, "That's really good."
The mop was confused: "What are you doing?"
Chu Si raised his chin at the frozen capsule beside him, "Remove the chassis."
"???"
Since he met Chu Si, Mop felt more and more confused.
"Why the chassis? What did it do wrong?" Mop asked.
Chu Si bit the tip of one glove and took it off, then went to take off the other glove, and explained lightly: "Each capsule has an air displacer embedded in the chassis, three, just enough."
The mop glanced at him, and for a moment, he felt that Chu Si's movements were familiar, but he was distracted by Chu Si's thoughts before he had time to think about it.
"I've only dismantled the aircraft, I haven't touched this thing, if you can, you'd better-"
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Chu Si: "I won't."
Mop: "Then you drag out the toolbox?"
"Just try it, in case it's taken out." Chu Si replied calmly.
Mop: "..." He understood, the man in front of him was a nonsense master, and his appearance was particularly bluffing.
Fortunately, after being frozen for 47 years and wandering for another 3 years, his technology has not been completely abandoned. Although the frozen capsule is generally suitable for intelligent systems, it also leaves an entrance in the corner for manual maintenance.
The speed of the overall peeling is actually very fast. After groping for a few minutes, the mop figured out the doorway. In a blink of an eye, the chassis of the capsule was disassembled into seven or eight parts. The little mop, who hadn't said a word since the very beginning, sat quietly on the side, handed him tools skillfully, and stared at Chu Si with his black eyes from time to time.
Chu Si seemed relieved to hand over the capsule to the mop, instead of staring at the mop, he took out a black cylindrical bag from another cabinet he opened.
"Okay." The mop suddenly made a sound, spread out its palm, and in its palm lay three pebble-sized black boxes with thin pipes attached to them.
"It's hard work." Chu Si dropped one of his hands, and hung the very pocket-sized replacement machine behind his ear very naturally. The curved thin tube just hung over the ear bone and extended from the side of his face.
The replacement machine was recharged, a slight buzzing sounded in the ears, working tirelessly on the face.
The mop looked up, watching him carry the heavy-looking cylindrical bag, and took out a pair of sound-isolating earplugs from the box set aside.
"What are you doing?" Mop looked blank.
Chu Si walked out the door without looking back and said, "Go and appease the terrorist."
Mop: "...Then what are you carrying? A condolence item?"
Chu Si has already stepped out of the door, turned his head and smiled, "R-72 rocket launcher."
Mop: "..." Your family uses rocket launchers to appease others? ! ! !