Tianshu's residence is located on the outskirts of City S, and it is a small three-story building.
It is located on the edge of the villa area, away from the hustle and bustle. However, according to the skyrocketing land price in City S in recent years, it should be expensive, and it can be called a secluded, tasteful, white residence that has been properly decorated and remodeled—
If it didn't have an "extrascientific lab" sign on the front door.
"Extrascientific... an ultra-scientific laboratory..." Lin Huai stood in front of the door and rolled his eyes, "I always feel that when I go in, I will see mysterious creations like Frankenstein... And what kind of secondary disease is it? This kind of thing like a themed cafe... ”
Despite thinking this way, he still came to the door of the villa. There are monitors embedded in the mahogany gate, and cameras and speakers next to it. Seeing him approaching the door, under the action of the infrared sensor, a mechanical voice synthesized by the computer sounded: "Welcome to the extrascientific lab, please select your intention on the display screen. Please press '1' for express delivery, and press '1' for food delivery." '2', press '3' to send money, press '4' to pay other fees... ”
Lin Huai: ...
He tried to press '1', and a voice came from the stereo: "Thank you for leaving the courier at the door."
He pressed '2' again, and the same voice came from the stereo: "Put the takeaway in the basket, thank you."
He looked up, and there was indeed a basket by the door. It is lowered from the window on the second floor, and under the action of the fixed pulley fixed outside the window, the takeaway can be hoisted up by the motor driven by the pressure sensor next to it, and it is lowered again when the pressure is emptied.
Lin Huai pressed '3' in disbelief, and a voice came from the stereo: "Do not accept door-to-door cash transactions, only accept online electronic remittances. Supporting e-commerce is everyone's responsibility. There is no need for door-to-door discussions on such matters."
Lin Huai: ...
He pressed several buttons one by one, and got different (but the same made him speechless) answers. It can be seen from this that the owner of this house is probably a slacker + weirdo who is shaking the world and crying ghosts and gods. Without wanting to communicate with daily trivial matters, he took into account all factors that may disturb the door and created an automatic one-to-one mapping. Reply.
Lin Huai rang the doorbell twice, but there was no response from the door. Then, he walked around the villa again, and saw that all the windows of the villa were covered by thick curtains, making it difficult to see what was inside.
Then, he went back to the door and dialed Tianshu's number according to the information Qin Jiang gave him.
After ten rings, the phone was finally connected. On the other end of the receiver was a young man's voice, very mellow and moving, but hoarse and lazy as if he had just woken up: "The takeaway is downstairs, thank you—"
"I'm not delivering food." Lin Huai said, "I'm a temporary editor here to urge manuscripts."
The voice on the receiver paused for a moment, and then said: "Oh, the door is open for you, push the door and come in. I'm on the second floor, come to me on the stairs, don't touch anything on the way."
As soon as the voice fell, there was a crisp mechanical sound from the door in front of him. Lin Huai opened the door while holding up the phone, "You haven't told me where you are on the second floor—"
"In the study."
"Speaking of which, this person's voice is so familiar..." Lin Huai thought, rubbing his chin, "I always feel like I heard it somewhere... Where did I hear it?" A weirdo like this should be impressive. '
He searched his brain for a long time, but did not get detailed information.
The first floor of the villa was pitch black. Lin Huai fumbled to turn on the light, and he had a panoramic view of the entire layout of the first floor.
The interior decoration on the first floor is very simple and well-organized, just as it adopts black, white and gray-based tones. Except for the oversized TV screen and several computers, the rest is lackluster. The only thing that stands out is the huge refrigerator and freezer in the living room, which makes people wonder if there is something strange hidden in it. On the left side of the living room is a long staircase leading directly to the second floor and the basement. At the end of the stairs on the second floor, there is an iron door that separates the second floor from the first floor.
"I don't know why I always feel like I have entered another copy of the game..." Lin Huai went up the stairs, and when he reached the end of the stairs, he knocked on the iron door.
The iron gate was not locked. With a little effort, the door swung open.
The first thing that catches the eye is the living room on the second floor. There is no TV in the living room, only a huge projection cloth and a projector hanging in the air. Except for the first time, there are fluffy carpets that people can roll on and sofas that people can sink into and roll on. All the shelves next to them are filled with various audio-visual products such as DVDs and videos. Lin Huai went up to look curiously, and saw that they were arranged in the order of az, most of them were horror films, mystery films and fantasy films.
There are several rooms on the second floor, with vague labels such as "warehouse" and "printing room" hanging on them, and the largest room has a "laboratory" sign. There was a faint light in the room opposite the laboratory, and the sign of "Study" was hung on it.
The word "study" has an elegant posture, and the pen is like a dragon and a snake, quite like a celebrity—just—
"It's so ugly." Lin Huai complained mercilessly.
He knocked on the door, but the people inside didn't seem to notice, as if they were just staring at the screen in front of them, busy with their writing or programming career, and didn't care to notice the outside world. He had no choice but to clear his throat, coughed and said, "Teacher Tianshu, I'm here."
The person at the door still didn't respond. Lin Huai had no choice but to enter without invitation. As soon as he stepped into the study, he was startled by the whole picture of the study.
Hanging in the sky, lying on the ground, the whole room is lined with bookshelves that are as high as the ceiling and densely packed with books, manuscripts, drawings, and pens... If she hadn’t confirmed that she was in the study, Lin Huai would have thought that she had come. to a small library.
Facing the door is the desk and the back of "Tianshu" sitting on the gaming chair on the massage chair. Directly in front of the desk was a huge cork board, on which a lot of information was fixed with thumbtacks, large and small.
Compared with the first floor, the second floor is extremely crowded. Lin Huai stepped forward tentatively, and patted the other person on the shoulder: "Teacher Tianshu..."
The next moment, his smile completely froze on his face.
The person sitting on the gaming chair with his back facing him was not the form of Tianshu's copywriting, who had been working hard all night, but a tall... Pikachu doll.
Pikachu spun around with his push, flashing him an earthy smile.
At the same time, on the sofa in the corner of the study, there was a burst of sleep talk that was still in a dream.
"... The fourth set of control experiments is completed, and the deviation rate between the simulation results and the simulation results is only 0.03%. Thank you science, thank you nature, thank you cctv, let me have this opportunity to show my scientific research results to people all over the world... "
Lin Huai: ...
His forehead was throbbing with veins. Lin Huai has always been a well-cultivated (self-proclaimed) person (self-proclaimed). Although he was a bit cruel in the past, since he started a new life, he has upheld the principles of professionalism and friendliness. Of course, there are some of them who kill people in modern society. factor. But for some reason, after hearing that voice from the darkness, the long-lost irritability came to my heart again.
At that time, he didn't know that this kind of feeling was called "I despise this person so much" and "This person really deserves to be beaten".
The subject who needed to be beaten was lying on the sofa in the corner of the study, with long arms and legs, so he slept aggrievedly. He was covered casually by a Pikachu-patterned quilt, and a magazine was covered on his face. It seemed that he had been up all night for several nights, and finally managed to fall asleep here. He held a mobile phone in his hand, hanging casually under the sofa.
"It looks like I fell asleep after calling me..." Lin Huai barely suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and felt a little sympathy for this life who seemed to have been squeezed out of the surplus value by society. He walked towards the person on the sofa softly, squatted beside him, and whispered, "Teacher Tianshu?"
As soon as the words fell, the man skillfully stretched out a hand from the dream, groped in the air for a moment, patted his head, rubbed it like some small animal, then turned over, I was immersed in dreamland again.
"Don't mess around," he murmured.
Lin Huai: ...
Adhering to the principle of courtesy first and soldiers later, he climbed over again: "Teacher Tianshu?"
This time he was slapped twice on the head again. The other party obviously didn't intend to get up, so he withdrew his hand and continued to say in the dream: "... I said stop making trouble, you eat more in one month than the opposite puppet in three months, if you eat any more, you won't be able to support you..."
Lin Huai: ...
"Get up! Hand in the manuscript!" Lin Huai, who had reached the limit of his patience, began to push and push the other person. This time the person turned over, with his eyes still closed, but he grabbed the hand that was about to slap him. "... If you mess around again, I'll send you to the pet hospital..."
Lin Huai was so angry that the veins on his forehead popped up, and he just wanted to hit someone. A trembling "meow~" came from the door.
He turned his head stiffly, and saw an orange furry lying on the door, with golden eyes staring like two bright light bulbs, looking at him and the people around him without blinking .
Its expression seemed to say: Why did you raise another cat behind my back.
Lin Huai: ...
In his life, he was not afraid of anything, but what he was most afraid of was cats. If you want to rank the "most feared cats", the foreign cats are not bad, but the local black cats are undoubtedly ranked first.
Although he doesn't hate furry things, he was chased by a vigilant black cat by the side of the road when he was just a new man. The cat scratched the back of his hand, costing him hundreds of dollars and hours of driving to the CDC for rabies vaccinations. Thinking of the time and money he wasted, he couldn't help but feel dark about cats.
Although the orange cat in front of me is not black, it is 1.5 times larger than ordinary black cats, making up for its lack of lethality in fur color. The orange cat stared at the two people with ambiguous postures, arched its back, and let out a vigilant "ha".
Lin Huai also stood up, one of his hands was held by Tianshu, so the deterrence was very insufficient. He stared at the cat, and his eyes also showed a terrifying light.
'I've seen stories of hunters overcoming big cats in Animal World. As long as you look at it without showing your timidity, the animal will run away because of panic...' He reasoned calmly in his heart (thinking), 'Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds... Although the orange cat is A cat, but it is also a kind of animal after all...'
The cat and the ghost looked at each other for a moment, and after a while, the orange cat let out an aggrieved "ow" and retreated behind the door with the tip of its fluffy tail.
Lin Huai achieved a staged victory because of his rich knowledge reserves, so he became unseemly proud of it.
'Before that cat makes a comeback, be sure to get the manuscript and run away... no, a strategic retreat. ’ He mentally ordered himself in the tone of a commander laying out a galactic battle plan, ‘Time is precious, so I… ’
He was about to turn his head away when he felt his hand being grasped instantly.
"… who are you?"
The person who finally woke up from the sofa asked this question.
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For the expression of the orange cat, see: Did you put me first.jpg