Chapter 82: Bloody novel

Lu Siyin sat next to Lu Jingshu and asked worriedly: "Sister, are you sick? Why do you look so bad?"

Lu Jingshu said: "No, I didn't sleep well last night."

Lu Siyin wanted to ask again, but she opened her mouth but didn't ask in the end.

Is it because of the Ansi poison?

She thought about it seriously. It seems that this poison was not mentioned much in the original book. Even Cheng Zhibo was just a tool to advance the plot. His highlight moment was probably only from the heroine saving him to his recovery.

Shit, she's not reading the abridged version!

It's fine if the whole book doesn't have some sloppy stuff, but this important plot has to be cut and deleted. Isn't the reader's life a life?

Lu Siyin is a well-read person who knows everything from immortality novels to domineering CEOs. As a student on a youth campus, his desire to pull out a bald author and give him a good beating has reached its peak.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a light sound in his ear. The sound was originally very light, but it was particularly abrupt in the quiet and empty restaurant.

Lu Siyin and others looked towards the source of the sound. It was the black watch on Lu Jingshu's wrist.

This was obviously a message notification sound, but it was a mechanical watch, and the hands were still turning in an orderly manner.

Lu Siyin had a look of astonishment. Although she had expected that this watch was not simple, with her brain circuit, she could only barely think that it might be a wholesale model organized by a mysterious boss, a symbol of status, but she didn't expect that this thing could also be used as a mobile phone

. Soon, she found out that she was ridiculously wrong, because this thing could not be used as a mobile phone. It was a hundred times smarter than a mobile phone.

Lu Jingshu seemed not to notice the curious eyes around her. She just paused, then slowly put down the spoon, lightly tapped the dial with her scallion-white fingertips, and then something magical happened.

For the first time, Lu Siyin felt that as a book-crosser who understood the direction of the plot, she was actually laughed at by herself.

The mechanical dial under the glass cover had an imperceptible gap in the middle, and a faint beam of light emanated from under the dial, reflecting a palm-sized transparent screen in mid-air, on which were densely packed data and codes.

It was dazzling.

Lu Siyin felt dizzy at the first glance.

Lu Jingshu calmly tapped on the screen irregularly for a few seconds, and then the jumping black code stopped for a moment, and then the screen turned to a social networking site.

It was a website that had never been seen on the market, extremely simple and plain, with nothing but the name and the chat box.

Chu Mian and Zhou Zipei recognized at first sight that it was a private website developed internally by Institute 602, with no external channels and no authority.

As a veteran of the 602 Institute, Qing Zhu can not only use it at will, but also has higher authority.

The fundamental source of the message reminder is Shen Yao, the legendary smooth-handed person in charge who is elusive.

Shen Yao: [Found it.]

Next came a data package.

It was data found from the 602 Institute's huge information network around the world. If you want to check a person, you can even find out in detail when he eats and sleeps.

Lu Jingshu received it in front of them, and turned it off without opening it for a closer look.

Everything was back to normal, and the watch returned to its ordinary and inconspicuous state.

Zhou Zipei seemed to be very interested in their database, so he just took a few more glances at it.

When Lu Siyin saw the website and the word "Shen Yao", she shut up silently. She didn't say a word in the face of such a spectacular scene.

She poked Zhou Zipei's side, not noticing the man's stiff body, and asked, "What are you interested in?"

Zhou Zipei took a second to understand what she meant, and said, "It's okay, I'm just curious about the authenticity of their magical legends."

Lu Siyin nodded thoughtfully, "Oh."

Zhou Zipei spoke up just when the girl was about to distance herself, successfully stopping her action: "Actually... I'm more interested in novels."

Lu Siyin: "!"

She seemed to have found a soulmate, and said happily, "Really?"

"Yeah."

"So what do you like to read?"

Zhou Zipei recalled, then looked at her and laughed teasingly: "For example, the wife of a wealthy family ran away for the 101st time, and the president was completely panicked."

Lu Siyin's face changed: "..."

Zhou Zipei continued: "Another example, the domineering school hunk must marry me."

Lu Siyin's eyes dodged: "..."

Zhou Zipei didn't intend to let her go: "Or, one baby, many treasures, the president daddy dotes on them desperately"

Lu Siyin couldn't bear it anymore, and was angry and embarrassed: "Zhou Zipei! Are you done yet?"

Zhou Zipei pretended to be innocent: "What's wrong? Have you read it too?"

Lu Siyin choked and couldn't refute.

Because these messy books were lying on the floor of the room upstairs at this moment.

She said angrily, "You pervert, you snooped into my room."

Zhou Zipei refused to take the blame and explained, "You didn't close the door after you left. Besides, the things you brought were all over the room, it was hard for me not to notice them."

Lu Siyin thought of the seven or eight bloody romance novels she had hidden in the bottom of her suitcase last night. She became more and more excited as she read, until she couldn't bear it any longer, her head tilted, and she fell asleep on the bed.

She touched her nose with a guilty conscience, picked up the spoon and drank the porridge wildly, feeling ashamed of having her special fetish exposed.

Couldn't the author have paid more attention when naming the book!!!

Lu Siyin was making trouble for no reason.

She caught a glimpse of Zhou Zipei's face trying to hold back a smile, and she was immediately furious, unconsciously exerting force on her hands.

"Crack!"

The restaurant was extremely quiet, as if to send her off.

Lu Siyin looked at the bowl breaking into pieces, the porridge splashing all over her hands, and thought in despair:

her heart is just like this porcelain bowl, broken into pieces!

While she was stunned, she suddenly felt her body and soul retreating, a familiar feeling of dizziness came over her, and then she felt herself hanging in mid-air, quietly watching everything in front of her gradually moving away from her.

She saw the surprise in Lu Jingshu and Chu Mian's eyes. Lu Siyin smiled gently to comfort them, but she felt that the corners of her mouth were very tense. She

seemed to see through layers of walls and saw that the outside was the same as usual, and nothing would change because of her. Evergreen trees are always evergreen, and the mountains and rivers are still intact.

At this moment, Lu Siyin was surprisingly calm, as if she had already anticipated what was going to happen. Her eyes showed the vicissitudes of life.

It seems... it's really time.

Is it... going to wear it back?

But...

before she finished feeling sad, she heard Zhou Zipei anxiously say: "Why are you daydreaming? Wash your hands quickly, aren't you afraid of the heat?"

Lu Siyin: "..."

Okay, she was overthinking. If she wanted to blame someone

, she should blame the time-travel novel she read last night, which tortured her to death!

Lu Siyin focused her eyes and found herself being held horizontally in Zhou Zipei's arms. His height of nearly 1.9 meters really seemed like he was in the sky to her.

It seemed that the dizziness she felt just now was caused by Zhou Zipei's movements being too fast when he picked her up from the chair.

Zhou Zipei saw that she had lost six of her seven souls, and he was helpless. He could only put her on the ground, and then pulled her hand towards the faucet.

Lu Siyin stepped on the solid wood floor and finally felt the reality. She saw the man holding her hand gently, as if he was holding an extremely precious and fragile item.

Lu Siyin's breathing became disordered.

"I'm sorry." She heard Zhou Zipei's voice mixed with the sound of the gentle water flow, but it was clearly transmitted to Lu Siyin's ears. The implicit emotions suddenly made her a little overwhelmed.

Zhou Zipei was apologizing for this matter, but he felt that it was because of him that he accidentally broke the bowl and burned his hand.

He was blaming himself...