Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Going Out

She walked over, squatted in front of the TV cabinet, and pushed open the drawer. Several CDs were neatly stacked in square transparent plastic boxes. She had never expected that even today, with digital media so popular, he still collected physical records.

Take out the entire disc, hold it in your hand, and look closely at the pattern engraved on the front of the disc. It is a waterfall in the rainforest, with clear river water. The melody should be relatively gentle.

After putting everything else back in place, she walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. The lights in the living room automatically went out.

After washing up, go to bed, put the CD player on the bedside, put in the disc, press the switch, turn it slowly, and turn off the ceiling light.

She opened her eyes and the moonlight shone into the ground. When she closed her eyes, the huge black rhino appeared before her. The sound of gunfire rang in her ears and the man fell to the ground powerlessly.

The stream drum simulated the sound of dripping rain, accompanied by the dreamy sound of the harp, and the notes floated in the room. She inhaled slowly, her abdomen inflated, and then slowly exhaled, trying to clear her mind.

Her shoulders shook unconsciously, and memories rushed into her mind. She remembered that pitch-black night when she hugged her body tightly and squatted on the ground. The drizzle fell, gradually gathering and spreading into a thin stream, soaking her whole body.

Fortunately, that night, she did not encounter any dangerous creatures, no pollutants, poisonous insects, no wild beasts. She survived that rainy night and was grateful to everyone for it.

But her luck did not last. The next day, after not eating for a long time, she felt dizzy, had heartburn and acid reflux. In order to survive, she left the cave and went out to pick fruits while the weather was not hot.

Then she met the polluted body. She thought it was a person and asked for help. When it turned around, it looked like a dry skeleton. She stopped and ran back.

Unable to outrun the other, the distance between them gradually closed. In just a few seconds, she seemed to feel its sharp claws scratching her back, and death was at hand.

Then, she was rescued, and her hot body temperature shocked the visitor.

She turned over and rested her cheek on the pillow. She felt safe now and didn't need to be nervous.

My consciousness was blurred and the music continued. Soon, the door opened and a beam of light shone into the room. A figure was in the middle. He walked in lightly and turned off the CD player.

The man's eyes were shining, twinkling in the night. He stood at the head of the bed, staring at her. Her lips were pink as if she had secretly applied lip balm, and her sleeping face was peaceful.

It was the first time she had ever choked him. He couldn't help but wonder if the safer option was the right one, and if he had any hidden selfish motives behind doing so.

In order to develop better, making friends is necessary. She is not lacking in charm, but people's hearts are unpredictable. She is innocent, friendly, defenseless, lacks vigilance, and does not know how she got through it in the past.

Looking at her sleeping face, I felt my heart as hard as stone soften, as if it were surrounded by a river of honey. This special feeling of closeness might have arisen from the first time we met.

His eyes are as lively and clear as a deer's, like a pool of clear water, and his innocent expression reveals his curiosity about the world, reflecting his inner heart.

If the person is not dangerous or has ulterior motives, perhaps he should not restrict the other party's interactions. The big tree protects against wind and rain, but also deprives the saplings of the sunlight they need to grow.

After bending over to tuck the quilt for her, the man walked out lightly.

The moon set, the sky brightened, a new cloud floated in front of the window, and she woke up.

Clothes were neatly arranged on the mahogany table, and on the right were a jewelry box and spray. She guessed that it was used to cover up the smell. After all, the sentry's nose was more sensitive than a dog's. She opened the lid and sprayed it on her body.

The fabric was soft and breathable; this must have been what he had prepared. He forcefully opened the box and lifted it up. A round disc hung from the chain, a solid ruby. The color faded from pigeon-blood red on the outside to a lighter pink on the inside, about the length of a thumb.

A bright black spider was crouching above, with slender legs, gemstones inlaid on its tibia, and a round abdomen dotted with gilded red spots, looking eerie and spooky.

Holding the disc in her hand, she carefully identified it. It was the "Black Widow", quite beautiful. She held it in front of the window, and it was shining brightly.

On the first weekend after returning to human society, she stretched her hands, changed her clothes, opened the door and walked out.

When she was pulling the door, it got stuck. She looked down and saw that it was a small robot. Its eyes turned into angle brackets facing each other. She let go of her hand and let it in.

Standing in the same position, she looked down and saw that the clock hands showed nine o'clock. She had slept for more than ten hours without being woken up.

It was as if he could predict the time she woke up. Every time she went downstairs, the meal was freshly prepared and she could eat the hot meal as soon as she sat down.

Not many workers living alone can cook, and the company has a cafeteria. She never cooked before and relied on takeout on weekends.

"I wanted to take you out to eat, but you didn't get up, so I cooked at home."

He learned that adequate sleep is necessary during menstruation, and after observing that her physical signs were normal, he did not wake her up.

The bowl, chopsticks, and soup spoon were placed in front of her. She picked up the spoon and said, "Eat slowly, it's hot," the man reminded her. She nodded and smiled brightly. "Sir, you are amazing. Not only are you capable at work, but you also cook delicious food."

"If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"No need for it for now..." Her voice became lower, her head shrank, and she buried her head in eating. The food tasted good but had a light flavor.

After breakfast, the two drove out of the control area, crossed the blockade, and came to a more lively neighborhood.

The weather changed quickly. There was a strong wind last night and the sun came out today, making it extremely hot. In order to prevent her from getting heatstroke, Shan Hao did not arrange any outdoor activities.

As if to make up for not listening to music together last night, he took her to a performance. There were only a few people in the audience except them. She looked at him from time to time, and when the music was over, she applauded with the other audience members.

After the meeting, the car drove into the lane and stopped in front of the house. The employee standing behind the fence opened the door and drove the car into the garage and got out in the shade.

The interior was elegant, the staff were well-dressed, and they served her two cups of hot tea. It turned out to be a custom-made dress, and after taking her measurements, the tailor asked her about her fabric preferences.

Xu Shanshan: "It's more comfortable and easier to take care of."

In addition to custom-made items, he also launched many ready-made clothes and asked her if she was interested in trying them. They were very beautiful and she couldn't ignore the eye-catching designs.

But they must be expensive. Perhaps I shouldn't spend so much money. Looking at the commander, he said hesitantly, "I don't think I'll need so many clothes. Everyone in the tower wears uniforms."

It sounds like a sucker from the White Tower. The employees can see who the easy fish is and try their best to sell to the customer.

"Go try them on. What I choose may not suit you. Pick two clothes you like."

He seems to be keen on dressing her up. If he were in her world, I believe he must be a loyal user of a dress-up game.

She turned her head and stared into his eyes. This was a clear sign of goodwill. Was she willing to accept it?

She was willing, "Okay."

As the shopping guide walked forward, he showed her the first piece of clothing and explained it to her. If she looked away, he would put it back and take the next one.

If her eyes linger and sweep up and down, explain its advantages in detail, including the design, fabric, craftsmanship, etc., until she nods.

Every time she came out of the fitting room, he would look at her with admiration. Before he knew it, he had already left behind many pieces. She finally understood why the dormitory had such a large cabinet.

"That's all."

She changed back into her original clothes and walked out of the fitting room. She refused the salesperson's next introduction and looked at her superior, "There's no room for any more."

"You can put it at my place."

Enough is enough, this man.

She looked down at the necklace on her chest. If she didn't know that his spirit body was a poisonous spider, she would have thought that the other party was a gorgeous butterfly. But he didn't like to mess around, but instead liked to mess with her.

In addition to clothing, there were also bags and jewelry. She didn't look at them anymore. She felt a little tired and turned her head away. "I'm hungry."

The man stood up, and the shopping was over. After paying, the clerk promised to deliver the item within three days and pushed the door open.

The heat wave hit me in the face, and I suddenly felt stuffy. I frowned and looked at the glaring reflection of the tiles.

Shan Hao: "What do you want to eat?"

"I want to drink fruit tea and eat ice cream."

"Except cold drinks." I refused without thinking. Raw, cold and spicy foods are all on the banned list.

"You arrange it." After all, he is a local and knows more about local cuisine than her, an outsider.

The afternoon was hot, and after lunch, Shan Hao was going to take her to another residence to escape the heat, but she had other ideas. "I want to go to the library in Area B."

"Okay." The man turned the car around and didn't ask why, as if he was deliberately going along with her.

The vehicle stopped and two people got out.

The library, consisting of two fifteen-story buildings, stood before me, connected by three sky bridges. I walked through the gates, produced my ID, passed inspection, and arrived at the exhibition hall on the first floor.

In the large open space, several rows of exhibits were displayed, with a circular information desk in the middle. This was a commemorative exhibition, with photographs of the disaster placed on top, and the photographer and date marked below, a hundred years ago.

He walked around with her for half a circle and landed not far behind her. He bumped into an acquaintance he hadn't seen for a long time and stopped to chat. She didn't even notice that the person behind her was gone and continued to move forward.

"Shanhao, long time no see." The man wore a mask that covered the lower half of his face, revealing only a pair of green eyes, and held two large books in his hands.

"Manuel, you still love reading." He greeted her, but his eyes remained on her, observing whether there were any suspicious people around.

Before the two of them could say a few words, his light brain made an urgent sound, an urgent call. Shan Hao lowered his head to check. It was an urgent matter, so he had to go back.

"An emergency."

Manuel: "Please do as you please."

The man turned and walked towards the fascinated woman. They stood together and he lowered his head and called her name, "Xu Shanshan——"

He heard it, not expecting to meet her. He raised his hand to touch her face. Through the rough fabric, he could clearly see her appearance. She wore a spider necklace around her neck, and he felt a little jealous. But she took his advice and came to this library.

The two had a disagreement. The commander wanted to take her back to the White Tower, but she still wanted to stay there.

"The security here is pretty good, right?" She pointed outside. "There are patrols everywhere," she said with good reason. "I just want to get some fresh air outside. You can pick me up in the evening, or I can take a taxi back." She pointed to the computer. "I can enable shared positioning for you."

The man paced back and forth with his hands on his waist. He looked up at her, lowered his head and said something to her, and then she looked over as well.

Manuel felt his heart beating violently, and then two people walked towards him.

"Hello, I'm Xu Shanshan." She greeted stiffly.

"Manuel." She probably didn't know that he had known her for a long time.

"Are you free today? I have something urgent to do and need to go back. Could you please help me walk her around here? I'll pick her up around 6:30 pm."

Shan Hao and he had carried out missions together many times. He was also experienced and trustworthy. There should be no problem handing her over to this old partner.

"At your service." But not for him.

He left quickly, walked out of the gate, his figure gradually shrinking, and after getting on the car, he could no longer be seen. The car drove out of the intersection, and another motorcycle drove in from the corner, exhaust fumes spewing from the tailpipe.

"Urgent mission," a voice brought her back to attention. She nervously pulled the corners of her mouth apart and smiled, "Yes, he's quite busy."

"Are you busy with anything else? Actually, I can do it alone."

Manuel: "I have nothing else to do. It is my honor to serve you."

Looking at his black mask, which still couldn't hide his rugged face, she couldn't help but wonder why their attitudes were so different despite being sentries.

"Your necklace is beautiful." Her attention was drawn to the chain on the other person's chest. "What is this?"

Manuel: "It's a team souvenir." He glanced at her collar, the dazzling red gem, and said casually, "It suits you very well."

"Well," she didn't continue the topic and didn't show any attitude.

"I want to go upstairs and take a look." The first floor is for borrowing and returning books, including a magazine and periodical reading room, so the books should be upstairs.

"Okay, the elevator is this way."

The elevator went up for a long time, and under his familiar guidance, the two arrived at the floor where historical books were collected. As they walked through the corridor, he asked, "Which period of history do you want to read?"

It seems like another expert, "From the Cataclysm to now."

Manuel: "I know where they are." The man led her to the corresponding bookshelf.

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