Qiao Qi walked into the fifth corridor in a white coat and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He had a stinking face, he looked like a plane crashed in a card draw game, and he swiped Weibo casually, only to see a white-ticket party (*players who don’t use krypton gold) posting the brand-new bonus of his single draw The krypton gold boss of ssr.
Behind him, followed by several trembling guards. The guards looked at each other, wondering why this man who was known for his noble status and harsh personality didn't sleep in the middle of the night, but came here condescendingly.
Yet they opened the door for him to pass. After all, the person in front of him is a relative of the Seventh Consul, nephew of the curator of the museum, a Ph.D. from Central University, and a rising future star in the field of psychology. They can't afford to offend people like this, and they dare not offend them.
— What's more, this person is also a friend of the general who is in charge of the "recovering the southern border" project recently.
Therefore, rather than preventing him from entering according to the rules and regulations, what the guards wanted to do was to try their best to please him, so they not only opened the door, but also delivered goods to the door.
In normal times, unless it was the stipulated patrol time, these guards rarely took the initiative to wander around and patrol these corridors. The guarding equipment of the museum is quite reliable. Instead of wandering around in this cold corridor, it is better to go back to the warm room and watch a few online sensory movies. As a result, the potential prisoners who were sleeping in the corridor all woke up. They opened their eyes, either puzzled or stunned, looking at the sudden person in the corridor, not knowing what they were thinking.
The red-haired girl who was originally sitting by the bed with dull eyes like a puppet rolled her eyes as they entered.
"They must be here to trouble No. 81." She heard the people next to her say so.
"Number 81 is really too arrogant." The woman who was humiliated when painting before also whispered, "Hey, among so many of us, he is the most... Now it's okay—"
"Will he be killed?"
"do not know… "
The red-haired girl moved her fingers amidst the whispers.
Will that person die
The people around her were all speculating about that person's fate. Perhaps they themselves did not realize that before this, they had rarely spoken.
They pay little attention to the outside world and are indifferent to the world in which they live. But on this day...they couldn't help having a conversation.
"Quiet!" The guard shouted, and all the potential prisoners who were still whispering just now fell silent. Then, he looked at Qiao Qi flatteringly, and said, "Dr. Qiao, these prisoners have been uneasy recently. Well, it's all because of No. 81..."
"I know."
Qiao Qi only glanced at these various potential prisoners casually, and then headed towards the cell where No. 81 was located without turning her eyes.
It was not only the npcs who were awakened by their movements, but also the players who were already light sleepers. Lu Xiaotian pricked up his ears to listen to the movement outside. After hearing the familiar name "No. 81", he hurriedly crawled to Lin Huai's side and knocked on the glass: "Hey, Brother Lin, those people seem to be targeting you. Come!"
"To make the guards so motivating, this person has a lot of background today..." Fatty Wang also trembled the flesh on his chin and said, "Brother, what are you doing now?"
The young man at the center of their discussion is also lying on the glass. He listened to the noise in the corridor, and reasoned: "It's really strange, why did a rich second generation come to me in the middle of the night? With the time to come to me in the middle of the night, it's better to deal cards online with the sexy dealer... "
"I don't think it's strange for anyone to come to you..." The white-collar worker in the corridor on the other side was already unable to complain.
"I brought so many people here, if they want to do ○ or ○ or ○ to me here, I can't resist..."
"...Brother, you are still worried about this..." Fatty Wang held his forehead, "I think you should first worry that they will beat you up..."
"Brother Lin, you should think of a way." Lu Xiaotian said anxiously, "What if they really have such strong tastes and want to do something to Brother Lin... what? Mouth..."
Lin Huai: "... Thank you for your concern, but why do you say this and make me so unhappy."
There was a chuckle from the cell opposite.
Lin Huai turned around and saw the girl wearing sunflowers smiling at him.
"However, I think it's better for you to make some preparations." She tilted her head and narrowed her amber eyes, "The other party asked to see No. 81 by name, it's menacing..."
There was not much concern in her tone, but more pleasure in watching the excitement. Lu Xiaotian on the other side also spoke hastily: "Yes, Brother Lin, although your daily point deduction reminder is as annoying as rap, but if you die, I will definitely not be used to it..."
"What you said makes sense," Lin Huai put his hands off the glass, "It seems that I should really make some preparations..."
As he spoke, he pushed to the corner step by step. After inspecting the firmness of the corner, he grabbed a book and took a deep breath.
… Then, he stood upside down.
Lu Xiaotian, who watched his strange behavior, was dumbfounded. Seeing this, Fatty Wang also crawled over: "Brother, what are you doing?"
"camouflage."
"Pretend? Pretend for what?"
"I pretended to be number 18." Lin Huai pointed to her chest.
Fatty and others: ...
While several people were gossiping, Dr. Qiao finally came to the end of the fifth corridor.
Before coming here, he had many assumptions in his mind. He assumed that No. 81 would sit on the bed with his hands down, and when he looked at him, he would show a strange smile. He assumed that 81 would sit on the bed and read a book, biting a pencil and pretending to be harmless. He assumes that number 81 will be sitting in the corner, looking at a sky that doesn't exist, muttering to himself like a madman...
He had too many hypotheses about this person, each of which was full of what could be called detailed logical reasoning. As a doctor of psychology, he was more concerned about this unprecedented exhibition than anyone else on the first day of the "Eden" exhibition, and watched it on the live broadcast.
— Then, he saw this number 81.
The failure of the whole exhibition.
At first, he only thought that this person was an ordinary jumping clown—a clown who would be disposed of due to "sudden illness" and other reasons the next day, and he got confirmation from Dr. Lucier. However, just overnight, the wind direction of the whole world has changed. People went to the fifth corridor to view No. 81 with curiosity, but the whole exhibition completely deviated from its original purpose, and Dr. Lucier, whom he regarded as his teacher, also told him regretfully that due to "various force majeure", this person was left behind. He will live not only today, but many days—
Ridiculous, simply ridiculous! With great anger, he found his uncle, the curator of the Greenhouse Capital Museum, and had a conversation. During the conversation, he proposed: "This person obviously showed strong aggressiveness, why didn't he get rid of him? Why did he stay? This will make us a joke, it's the biggest joke in the world!"
However, his uncle, who had always been gentle and gentle to him, refuted his opinion for the first time at that time and told him that this was not a potential problem.
— what's the problem
More factors, deeper considerations, greater interests, the curator said meaningfully. Finally, he patted his nephew on the shoulder: "But in the final analysis, your good friend also contributed a lot to this matter. It was him who finally changed the decision to execute that person."
Ridiculous, really ridiculous!
He didn't believe that the friend he was longing for would do such a thing. After calming down for a moment, he immediately decided to ask. Unexpectedly, he was outside the door and heard that person ordering the adjutant to give throat lozenges to the jumping clown.
…Obviously I was the first, whether to be friends or to chat... At that moment, countless bullet screens floated through Dr. Qiao's mind in sequence. At that moment, the souls of Dongma Hesha, Xiyuan Temple World, and Qigong Zhiyin... When he came back to his senses, he had already arrived in front of the cell of No. 81.
And met the prisoner.
However…
"Is this number 81?" He looked uncertainly at the guard beside him, "Why..."
"No." A quick reply came from the glass room, "This is number 18, and number 81 is ahead."
Dr. Joe: …
After a while, he sneered and said, "Do you think I will believe it? Look up! No, turn around first!"
Only then did the young man in front of him slowly put himself down from the corner of the wall, and turned around to look at him.
When seeing the face of No. 81 clearly, Dr. Qiao was in a daze.
In all fairness, the prisoner was quite handsome. Against the background of the glass cell, his frail figure, pale skin and sleepy demeanor reveal a slightly nervous temperament, sharp, special, and arouse people's desire to study and explore.
However, the most attractive thing is the same pair of dark eyes under the black forehead, and the slightly raised corners of the mouth under the straight bridge of the nose.
This person can remind people of many things, such as the exquisitely dressed dolls in the window smashed by a baseball bat, the burning gasoline in the old castle, the terrorists in gorgeous suits in the opera hall... In short, everything is beautiful and dangerous. And something that feels out of place.
Even with abnormal prejudice in her heart, Qiao Qi has to say honestly that this person's appearance is really superior—otherwise, she wouldn't have attracted the attention of the two rich men on the first day of the development, when she was just on the roster. And imply that the curator will "handle" him to them after the exhibition...
...Although these wealthy people all retracted their requests after seeing the record of this person's bad mouth.
After realizing that he was distracted, Dr. Qiao coughed and said sharply, "Are you that clown?"
"No." Lin Huai whispered, "i'm batman."
Dr. Joe: …
"Do you know who you are talking to?" the guard shouted, "The person in front of you is Dr. Qiao Qiaoqi! You should know that the Seventh Consul is also named Joe, right?"
"Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you." Lin Huai said without sincerity, "I'm sorry, I didn't see it at all just now..."
"why?"
"Your hair," Lin Huai pointed to his head, "lacks a bit of wisdom."
Dr. Qiao was stunned for a long time, but he didn't seem to realize what this man was talking about. After a long time, he turned to the guard: "What is he talking about?"
The guards were also at a loss. A girlish chuckle came from the glass room next door: "He's saying you're bald."
Dr. Joe: …
He realized that from the moment he stepped into the fifth corridor, he seemed to be taken away by the opponent. After a long time, he took a deep breath, looked at the cunning prisoner, and asked, "What were you doing just now?"
"Stand on your head."
"You don't sleep at night, why do you come here to stand upside down?"
"In order to accumulate knowledge." Lin Huai said sincerely, "As you can see, I was reading a book just now. Under the action of gravity, by standing upside down, knowledge will penetrate more into my brain..."
As he spoke, he held up the book in his hand.
Dr. Qiao looked at the "Greenhouse Dictionary" in his hand and fell silent.
After a long time, he said again: "But I just saw you took the book backwards, number 81."
"Oh, it's actually because I'm memorizing. As the saying goes, you can memorize things backwards..."
"I don't want to memorize the book backwards, number 81."
As he said this, Dr. Qiao never gave up observing the other party for a moment. He scrutinized the other party's demeanor and behavior harshly, only to feel that every posture and every movement of the other party was full of irregularities and strangeness that made him unbearable. After a long time, he said bitterly: "I really don't know. Why does the general like you so much?"
The moment he said this, the other players who were pretending to be sleeping all quietly opened their eyes.
— even including Zhao Jingtian who is opposite.
"...he saved you, and before that, you have never met." He said, leaning against the glass, "There are other people, people on the Internet, museum visitors%... all of them are like Got poisoned by you."
"It's simply incomprehensible. A criminal, a born criminal with no qualities, can actually become an online hero." He snorted, "I want to see what kind of magical power you have!"
As he spoke, he propped himself up from the glass, turned around to leave, but saw the other party hugging him, and shouted: "Hey, it's up to you, don't take off my clothes."
Dr. Joe: …
He clearly felt that after No. 81 said that sentence, the guards standing behind looked at him and his eyes changed. He resisted the urge to complain, and was about to leave with a sneer.
But at this moment, the other party's voice came from behind.
"You will soon know what kind of magic power I have." The voice of the other party came with a lazy smile, "For example, within an hour, you will come to see me for the second time—"
"impossible."
"Don't be so quick to deny it." The man chuckled, "You will."
Dr. Joe stormed off, along with two guards. The only guard left to deal with the aftermath came to the No. 81 cabinet after checking the glass cabinets.
No. 81, who used to fight with Confucians, is now lying on the bed, throwing a small red dictionary in his hand. He knocked on the cabinet door curiously, successfully attracting the other party's eyes.
Number 81:
"Why did you just say that Dr. Joe would come back?" the guard asked curiously.
"Why do you think it won't?" Number 81 raised his eyebrows.
"If I were him, I definitely wouldn't come back to look at you again." The guard affirmed, "What sorcery did you use again?"
Lin Huai narrowed his eyes as he looked at the curious young guard in front of him.
"Would you like to make a bet with me?" he said, "Just bet that Dr. Joe will come back."
"Okay." The guard replied without a sense of crisis and watched the excitement, "What are you betting on?"
Lin Huai shook his finger at him: "A small promise."
After Dr. Qiao's group and the last guard left the fifth corridor angrily, Lu Xiaotian and Fatty Wang, who had shrunk aside, finally crawled over again. Fatty Wang looked at Lin Huai, he couldn't laugh or cry: "What did you want to do when you said undress just now!!"
"...Maybe I want to add a little danmei element to this place?" Lin Huai said casually, "Well, I just feel that the atmosphere is very suitable..."
"What kind of atmosphere is the right one!" Fatty Wang complained loudly, "You managed to get rid of the npc, do you know? Didn't you hear that the npc is a second-generation power, follow him, and you will be able to escape Sea of Bitterness…”
"Brother Lin, how did you know he would come back?" Lu Xiaotian asked a different question.
Lin Huai looked at him, squinted his eyes and smiled.
"Look here."
Lu Xiaotian looked up, and saw an ID card lying quietly where his finger was pointing.
"When he was lying on the glass just now, because he was too excited, the ID card fell out of his trouser pocket." Lin Huai said, "I bet he will come back to find the ID card within an hour."
Fatty Wang: "Brother, you are really observant..."
Half an hour later, Dr. Qiao, who had already gone away, returned to the fifth corridor angrily with a dark face again.
As soon as he entered, he heard a whistle from No. 81: "Your Yida is here."
Dr. Qiao picked up the card and left without looking at the other party with a dark face.
After Dr. Qiao and others left again, the young guard stayed in the corridor again. He looked at Lin Huai and said with emotion: "I really didn't expect..."
"Hehe." Lin Huai shook his shoulders and smiled, "I didn't expect me to predict things like a god..."
Guard: "I really didn't expect you to reason besides being crazy!"
"... Thank you for deleting the previous sentence." Lin Huai almost fell, "Now is the time for you to keep your promise."
"What do you want to do?" the guard asked with interest. "Of course you have to remember that as a small guard, my authority is very limited. I can't do anything except transport a little material..."