Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Bad Intentions Do Good

After Carl and the cyber police arrived, they took control of the host. They didn't expect that he could penetrate the intranet and accurately find her IP address. He is an expert.

She watched the computer leave her.

This person said that he was hiding on the Internet. So, in his eyes, is the world binary numbers, or is it like the images seen by the human eye?

"How are you?"

After the person left, Carl walked forward to check, not wanting to make the same mistake as Manuel, who gave the other party an opportunity to take advantage of him because of his carelessness. The woman's hand felt slightly warm.

"I'm fine."

She thought of the personal information that had just been leaked, and shyly let go of his hand, leaning against the shoe cabinet. Seeing that he was still serious, she knew that he was worried about her.

Xu Shanshan: "Then you stay and watch over me at night."

The man's face suddenly flushed, he lowered his head and asked nervously, "Is it okay?"

Of course there is no problem. He has the right to be here both morally and logically.

It was her first time having someone stay over, so she was nervous. Karl's job was to stay with her, so it was convenient to sleep there, and she didn't have to commute.

She was debating whether to sleep on the floor or on the sofa, but then she thought there was no need to be so formal.

"You don't snore at night, do you?"

A person is most vulnerable when sleeping, and she doesn't want to be hit in a dream, "or talk in her sleep, sleepwalk, or kick someone out of bed..."

No, he quickly said, he was very obedient when he slept, and if she was worried, he could sleep on the floor.

"Then you can sleep on the floor tonight."

Now that he said that, the virtual environment and reality are not the same thing. Strong □□, I’ll touch it next time.

The quilt was spread out on the open space by the window, and the pillows were put down. The man was making the bed in a pink four-piece suit. She suddenly remembered, "But there are no toiletries for you here."

"I'll go buy it." As if he was afraid that she would change her mind, he rushed out like a rocket.

Before she could finish her words, the person had already walked away. Actually, you can buy it online. When she opened the door again, she saw the other person holding a large box in his hands. This...

She welcomed him in, and when he left, she tidied up the room, especially the bathroom, and hid her private items in the closet. It was too casual to be alone, so it would be better to be reserved when someone was around.

After finishing the work, the two sat opposite each other at the coffee table, and she was checking the objects of tomorrow's work.

I looked up and saw that Carl had even changed into his pajamas. He was done packing. No, I had to act like the hero.

She stood up and headed for the refrigerator. The man's concerned voice came from behind her, "Are you hungry?"

She wasn't hungry. There was a bottle of rice wine here. He happened to be there, so they drank it together. It was a sweet wine with a low alcohol content, so it wouldn't make you drunk. Seeing her lift the bottle, the man went to get the wine glass.

It was sweet and fragrant, and tasted great. She drank the whole glass and found that the other person didn't drink anything. He just stared at her and didn't try to persuade her. After all, a few drinks can be harmful to the body.

"Carl, tell me a little about yourself."

After all, if nothing unexpected happens, the two will be together for a long time in the future.

Seeing that she was interested, Carl began to tell her about his birth, family members, childhood and work experience.

The woman raised her wine glass and poured the turbid white wine into her mouth from the edge of the glass. Her face was flushed, as if steaming out of it. Her eyes were sparkling as she looked at herself and giggled from time to time.

Her attention was like an incentive, and he would bring out all the interesting things to please her.

Karl’s eyes fell on the center of the wine bottle, and he seemed to be hesitating. She knew that he was worried that she would drink too much and hurt her body, so she waved her hand and said, “One last glass.”

She once tried to get drunk, but after a bottle of red wine, she had a splitting headache and collapsed on the bed, filled with only regret. The headache came before the drunkenness.

"Are you sleepy?"

After packing up the cups, the man came back and saw her squinting.

She waved her hand to refuse help, ran to the bathroom, washed up, and then plopped onto the bed with a thud. Then she rolled into the quilt and buried her head in the pillow. "I'm going to sleep first."

Karl stood by the bed and watched, she suddenly opened her eyes, muttered something in her mouth, suddenly sat up, and remembered, “I didn’t change my pajamas.”

"Don't change it."

Seeing her drunk like this, Karl coaxed her back to bed. The woman looked at him with wet eyes, making people at a loss. The man's Adam's apple rolled, and he put his palm on his forehead to make sure it was not hot. Her eyes were hazy.

"Kiss me, Yang—"

Seeing that completely different face and green eyes, she suddenly shut up, saying she was used to it, lowered her eyes and apologized: “I’m sorry, Karl, don’t worry about me.”

"Go to sleep," she turned over and got up to turn off the light.

She was surprised when her face was suddenly held in the hands. The man opened his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering nervously. He moved closer and closer, and a gentle kiss landed between her eyebrows. He wiped her tears with his thumb. The man tilted his head, and they hugged each other in an interlaced hug, their heads resting on each other's shoulders.

Her anxiety cooled like boiling water, dissipating. She reached out from under the covers and scratched the man's back, hearing him say, "It's okay. Anything is fine."

The man reached out to turn off the light, his vision suddenly went dark, he carried the woman back to the bed, walked to the other side and lay down, thinking to himself, that man really deserves to die, he even thought about where to bury him.

Xu Shanshan closed her eyes, but was not asleep. Her heart was pounding, and the pressure of fingers still lingered at the junction of her jaw and neck. Their kissing habits were different, and she seemed to have not trimmed her eyebrows...

Her thoughts were all over the place, and she moved her head to the edge of the pillow, her upper body leaning towards the edge of the bed, then her legs, and then her whole body moved to the edge of the bed, reaching her hands out of bed.

Karl noticed her behavior and why her hand fell. Fearing that she would catch a cold, he took it back into the quilt, covered it, and then moved it back to the middle of the bed.

Humph, you don’t understand romance.

She thought the other person would hold her hand, but forget it, she turned around and went to sleep, as she had to go to work tomorrow.

The work went smoothly in the next few days. Although the sentries we met were all highly polluted, they were all very restrained and did not do anything inappropriate.

Little Mushroom has also become more mature and knows how to control himself, and no longer labels others.

Even if they looked regretful, she expressed her position decisively and firmly, rejecting invitations and confessions.

The "ghost" no longer bothered her, perhaps because the firewall had been improved. In contrast, she felt very satisfied with her life.

It's weekend, time to party.

She confessed to Manuel, taking the blame for the incident and hoping that he would not blame himself, and he accepted it.

In a short time, the wounds on his body seemed to have healed. She couldn't help but sigh at the sentinel's powerful healing ability.

"Let's eat together."

This was a steaming hot pot. The waiter pushed the cart in and left. The man took off his mask and saw her staring at him with a flickering look. She looked away and put the dishes on the table: "I didn't order much. If it's not enough, you can add more."

She knew that these people were big eaters with black holes in their stomachs, and they were also prepared to have empty wallets, so she couldn't let them starve.

The two of them ate and talked, and they felt relieved to see that he was fine.

After finishing her meal, she came out of the bathroom and found that he had already paid the bill. They walked out of the restaurant. The sky was a gorgeous tie-dyed sunset, and the wind blew fallen leaves on the roadside. She invited him to go karaoke with her again.

It was a great honor, but Manuel knew that she only considered him a friend out of guilt, not love.

She told Karl that she would be back later so that he wouldn't worry.

Walking onto the carpet, the sound was absorbed, the door of the box was opened, the lights came on, and the two walked in, threw their bags on the sofa, and sat down separately.

She had only been there a short time and hadn't learned many songs yet, so she handed the console to Manuel and asked him to choose.

The MV started playing on the big screen, color dyed each line of lyrics, the prelude had a retro feel, and it was an exciting and uplifting tune, but he sang it very well.

When she clicked again, it was a different style, she preferred sad love songs, and halfway through, she swiped away. She wanted to play some dance music, so they could move in time.

The music was suddenly cut off, the room was completely dark, and the man jumped out of the sofa, grabbed her shoulders, his green eyes glowing in the night.

"It's okay, maybe there's a power outage."

He seemed very nervous, so I motioned him to relax and went to the door, intending to ask. Suddenly, the lights came on and the jukebox started up again.

She was stunned for a moment, and they both went back to sit down, but he still had his arm around her waist and sat very close to her, so he had no intention of singing anymore.

A bow and arrow appeared on screen, pointed outward. Then, the string tightened, and the arrow shot out, accompanied by the sound of a sharp wind. The man asked her to lean forward, and something ejected, but it wasn't an arrow. The screen cracked for a special effect, but it was actually normal.

A short stick bounced towards the backpack, and a human figure appeared on the big screen, a familiar person.

"Ghost, long time no see."

She explained to Manuel who he was, and he frowned and seriously prepared to take her away.

Ghost: "It's no use. I can see you wherever you take her. I will keep an eye on you."

She stopped the man, turned around to face the screen, tilted her head and asked, "How are you doing with what you promised me?"

She sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and said, "Let me report."

Manuel didn't understand their conversation, but based on his behavior, he was very wary. But she scratched her palm with her fingers, signaling him to be patient, and he endured it.

The screen shows a satellite map with a location marked on it. There are longitude and latitude coordinates in the lower left corner, which shows a dense forest.

After getting the news, she was about to leave, but the other party stopped her, "I have something else to tell you."

"Go ahead."

"Let him go."

Manuel refused immediately. He couldn't let them be alone together anymore, and she didn't agree. The other party said grimly, "Are you sure?"

The ghost's eyes were fixed on Manuel, but she was losing her patience. "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"There it is."

In the corner of the sofa, the metal rod outside the backpack began to flash. She let go of her hand and walked forward. Her waist was hugged and Manuel stood in front of her. If she wanted to see, let him come.

The short stick was thrown to the ground, unchanged; it was just an ordinary flash stick. The man opened the zipper and buckle of the backpack. They had never been opened before; they would not take confidential items out of the tower.

"Is that what you're talking about?"

She didn't think there was any secret in it. She thought he was kidding her, so she took the bag and looked through it, but found nothing.

"are you sure?"

"The problem is with him."

The woman raised her eyes, shook her head and said, "Impossible."

She gathered her things and prepared to leave, their bond was not something this "artificial intelligence" could disrupt.

What a touching scene, but it's a pity that this man is not as honest as she thought. Who knows how dirty the sentries in her team are in private.

I'm afraid that if those fantasies are revealed, it will overturn her views.

Ghost: "If you don't believe me, ask him."

She believed him, so she asked directly, "Are you hiding something from me?"

“…”

She looked at that face and suddenly felt disappointed. Was he lying to her?

Manuel suddenly knelt on the ground and apologized to her, but she couldn't understand what he said. What he said about coveting and desiring made her even more nervous. Could it be that she really had misjudged him?

"Let me see it."

She took a deep breath and took it. The man had already opened the lock. She searched through them one by one, but didn't find anything strange. They were all normal items.

Ghost: "In the mezzanine."

It was quite clever. She flipped through it for a while before she touched a convex place. She took out the cloth purse from the gap. It was very thin and small. The things inside were fine and long. It was not paper, which was very different from what she had imagined.

"What's this?"

Ghost: "Tell me, what is it?"

"Shut up!" He had no place to interrupt.

Compared to the teasing from others, her scrutinizing gaze made him feel more pressured. He was sorry for betraying her trust.

"If you don't say anything, I'll open it."

Her patience was gone, and she opened the package, revealing the contents. The shining light shone on her hands, allowing her to see clearly. The room fell silent.

…

What to do? Her words seemed to be too harsh. She touched her face and stared at the little thing. She thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. But when she saw Manuel's sad and ashamed look, she was about to cry.

The ghost smiled sinisterly in the data world, hoping that he would not expose the true identities of these sentinels.

The woman opened her purse and stepped forward, her hand raised. The man lowered his head and turned his face to the side, as if he was about to be captured. The ghost thought he would be excited to see him being beaten, but in fact it was not like that.

Even if he was slapped, put yourself in his shoes and imagine that it would only make him feel good. He should have reported it directly to the White Tower so that he would be forcibly separated, instead of having close contact like now.

He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like when she slapped him.

But the expected snapping sound did not come. The woman touched the wound on his cheek and said with a distressed tone: "If you want this, tell me. Don't always pick it up from the ground."

No? This reaction was completely wrong! The ghost watched helplessly and furiously as she helped the man up and sat beside him, holding the small purse in her hand, carefully comforting him. Something must have gone wrong.

She comforted him, even hugged him, patted his shoulder, and kept whispering in his ear like she was coaxing a child, telling him that everything was okay.

Soon, the two of them packed up their moods and luggage, got up and left. Before leaving, the woman turned around and said, "Don't report this kind of thing to me in the future, okay? If you have nothing to do, go grow some vegetables."

The ghost feels aggrieved. Does she like it this way?

The two left the karaoke bar and got back into the car. The man, still in shock and confusion, turned around and asked, "Do you really forgive me?"

"I did this to you."

She looked over and said helplessly, "It's okay."

Collecting her hair and carrying it around with him sounded like some kind of fanboy activity, but it was just hair. He looked like a spy.

But it is also difficult to evaluate. Does anyone understand the significance of doing this?

She changed the subject and asked, "Should we report the address he provided?"

Manuel snapped out of his own thoughts. Since they'd been given this information, they should let the intelligence services determine its authenticity. This organization was a cancer.

"By the way, what are you going to do with my hair?" She felt that this thing was useless. It was just protein and had no medicinal effect.

The two looked at each other the next moment, and the other seemed a little panicked. She quickly said, "Look at the road, don't look at me."

After returning to the White Tower, Manuel explained his thoughts and actions to her without concealing or embellishing anything, but he was relieved to see that her expression did not change.

"Then you can cut my hair next time and take whatever falls off. Will you?"

"……meeting"

Having said that, when she lay back on the bed, she realized belatedly, "He must be the only one who did this, right?"