Chapter 30 Chapter 30: At that time, "Mr. Male Insect, would you like to...
Let’s go back to three months ago.
When the night is late and everyone is asleep, everything is silent.
All that remained was the sound of the wind sweeping through the streets.
On the deserted street, a young man stood out. He was wearing an outfit that was totally out of place in this bitterly cold winter – summer shorts with a white T-shirt and a pair of sneakers that looked light but offered no warmth at all.
This outfit looked particularly thin on him. His T-shirt and pants were already covered with dust and stains. His face was also extremely dirty. There were weeds on his head and body.
——Louis just climbed out from the river below. Although he was extremely unlucky, at least he did not fall directly into the river.
The cold winter wind mercilessly penetrates the thin clothing and pierces the bone marrow.
"hiss……"
Louis' body trembled involuntarily, and his breath turned into a visible white mist, which then dissipated in the cold air.
Just now, a few people passed by and looked at him with strange eyes, and some even stuffed coins they didn't recognize into his pockets.
——Just treat him as a beggar.
But Louis is no different from a homeless person now.
This was the first time in Louis' life that someone treated him like a beggar and gave him money.
Louis has always felt that although his life has not been smooth sailing, he has not encountered major setbacks.
He is a man with a clear goal. He has chosen his own path, selected his favorite major to go to college, then interned at the company he wanted to work for, received a good salary, was successfully converted to a full-time employee, and achieved enviable performance.
It is a very ordinary, yet not so ordinary life.
Louis knows that he is just an ordinary person, and doing what he can is his principle in doing things.
Whether at work or in daily social life, Louis can almost always do it with ease and feel at home.
He has developed a fluent and good eloquence, solid professional knowledge, and can perfectly grasp the pain points of brands. With years of life experience, he is very good at capturing people's emotions, so that when he wins business and negotiates with the client, it is basically very smooth.
But unlike those gifted people, he is more of a hard-working person. He would stay up all night for three months in a row to complete a project, hold meetings on the high-speed train, and work even with dark circles under his eyes.
Louis believes in the power of capital, but he is also willing to believe in personal efforts.
Until yesterday, he had always thought that he was just an ordinary person with ordinary relationships and an ordinary life.
But now he was standing on the street, looking around and seeing no one.
Almost at first glance, he knew that this situation was not normal.
He was still in the middle of an explosion in the kitchen the previous second. Even if he woke up, he should be lying on a hospital bed facing the white ceiling, not standing on the street in such a cold season wearing summer clothes.
The wind is howling.
Winter is the season when the gap between the rich and the poor is most easily distinguished.
The poor will try hard to put on clothes, but their clothes are cheap and not warm, so they can only wrap themselves up like a huge monster with layer upon layer; while the rich only need to wear light and noble cashmere and goose down, and drink and chat decently at a banquet where a small dish can cost a poor man a month's salary.
Louis hadn't felt this way in a long time.
Poverty and powerlessness.
Rather than saying he is poor, it would be better to say that he is even more miserable now. He has nothing. He even guessed that he is very unlucky to have come to a completely different society.
After all, in the human world, there are no aircraft flying on the streets. At most, people drive luxury cars.
The skyscrapers here are completely different from human styles, full of technology, and there are even suspended buildings.
Louis knew that he was suffering from hypothermia.
When the body's core temperature drops below 35 degrees Celsius, the body experiences chills, shivers, slowed pulses, blurred vision,
Generally speaking, hypothermia for more than 3 hours can cause death.
How long has it been since he got here?
One hour, or two hours?
Perhaps, he should find a place to avoid the wind and cold, but the feeling of confusion of entering a different world for the first time made Louis even a little depressed and unwilling to move.
The previous twenty-four years of his life seemed to be completely meaningless now. His work and life had completely turned into a dream the moment he stepped into this world.
Louis even had some doubts as to whether he had been killed by the explosion in the kitchen and it was just a dream.
Can I feel such coldness in my dreams?
But the next second, he smelled the scent of magnolia.
Could there be magnolias blooming here?
——
Inside the spacious and luxurious aircraft,
Perrance sat in the leather armchair in the center of the aircraft. He had just finished a drinking party and had a little drink, so his face was slightly flushed.
Like a drunk white rose.
Her long silver hair was like the shimmering Milky Way under the moonlight, shining with a faint but unignorable nobility. Her hair was gently tied up with an exquisite blue silk headband.
The aircraft is set up for automatic navigation and autopilot.
The night outside is very lonely.
The pitch-black night is like a huge flag.
“…”
Perrance frowned slightly, feeling a subtle but significant pain in his abdomen.
He thought to himself that maybe it was because of the few glasses of wine he had tonight.
The alcohol was playing tricks on my stomach and it couldn't be easily brushed off as usual.
His stomach protested faintly, with a hint of cramps and discomfort.
Why do you drink alcohol if you have stomach problems?
That's a good question.
Perhaps, Perrance didn't care about his body as much as he thought, but instead seemed a bit self-destructive.
Just like a broken piece of porcelain that cannot be glued back together, can a body full of wounds be restored to health even if it is carefully cared for?
Too tired.
I'm really tired.
Just like dry land, there is no nutrients or rain, let alone sunlight, and the body gradually cracks and decomposes.
Perrance doesn't like his body.
Weak and powerless, she resisted all male insect pheromones and also had stomach problems.
Perrance slowly adjusted his sitting position, trying to ease the discomfort in this way, and he sighed slightly.
The snow-white eyelashes trembled, like a white Helena butterfly about to fly.
Close your eyes and take a nap.
The world around me seemed blurry and distant at this moment.
The faint light from the aircraft shone down.
Perrance's skin was a cold white, like the first frost covering the snow on a winter morning.
Just like this cold winter.
He sat there quietly, without saying a word, but his innate noble temperament made him look like a nobleman from medieval Europe.
There was complete silence inside the aircraft.
Suddenly, Perrance seemed to sense something. He suddenly opened his eyes, his blue eyes flashing in depth, revealing alertness.
Perrance turned his head and frowned, with a hint of doubt and alertness in his expression, his eyes directed at the boundless sky outside the window.
His brows furrowed involuntarily.
hesitate.
The tip of my nose inadvertently caught a very slight scent, which was a unique, slightly refreshing smell of Selaginella.
This breath seemed to pass through the gaps in the aircraft and quietly seep into the relatively closed space of the aircraft.
Pheromones?
Male insect pheromones?
Why, didn't it cause him to vomit physically?
Perrance's frown deepened.
He suddenly thought of the diagnosis given to him by the attending physician at that time.
Pheromone excretion syndrome is extremely rare. Even in a society as populous as the Zerg, there are only isolated cases to refer to.
Specifically, female insects will be extremely repulsive to the pheromones of male insects, and even trigger a series of physiological reactions, including vomiting, fever and fainting.
Medically, there is no medicine that can cure it.
For female insects, it can be considered a terminal illness. Not being able to accept male insects also means not being able to accept any comfort from male insects' pheromones, which means that rigidity will increasingly affect body movements.
unless.
A miracle happened.
According to the probability of genetic matching, there may be a one in ten million chance that a male insect will appear whose pheromones can prevent female insects suffering from pheromone rejection syndrome from having a rejection reaction.
However, in the Zerg society, male insects are already rare. If you have to choose a male among them, then the probability of one in ten million will probably be infinitely close to 0.
It's not like Perrance hasn't tried to find out.
But searching itself is meaningless, like looking for a needle in a haystack, it is impossible to find it at all - not to mention whether it is looking for a needle in a haystack, it is even possible that this male insect does not even exist in this world.
So what does that mean now?
Could it be that,
That miracle,
Did it finally appear?
Will there be a miracle?
Will a miracle happen in his miserable and painful life?
Taking a deep breath, Perrance tried to calm himself down.
He operated the control panel on the aircraft. As he moved, the aircraft's route was quickly adjusted. It began to slowly deviate from its original course and approached an area on the side of the road.
Finally, the aircraft stopped steadily on the side of the road. Perrance's eyes were still fixed on the window, and a dark light flashed in his blue eyes.
He is a businessman.
Businessmen will always pursue profits; this is their instinct.
If this male insect really appeared, what would Perrance do? It seemed self-evident.
In this world, what is more important than being able to survive? In the face of survival, most things need to give way.
Survival is the instinct engraved in the genes of living things.
With a very slight sound, the aircraft stopped.
As the aircraft door slowly opened, a beam of soft light overflowed first, illuminating the night outside.
Then, a pair of shiny white leather shoes came out and stepped firmly on the edge of the cabin door.
Perrance's legs were long and straight. The suit trousers he wore were loose in style, which perfectly outlined the lines of his slender legs. They were neither tight nor loose, making his ankles look particularly slender.
“Tick-tick.”
Perrance got off the aircraft.
He could clearly feel that the smell of Selaginella in the air was getting stronger and stronger.
The male insect is nearby.
——
The wind is cold.
Louis squatted on the street, his hands unconsciously running through his messy hair, pulling out a few leaves.
The dim street lights cast mottled shadows, but even the lights were cold. In such cold weather, Louis' nose and ears were frozen red, and his whole body was shaking unconsciously.
The light in front of him was suddenly blocked.
In this interweaving of light and shadow, Louis once again sensed the unusually strong fragrance of magnolia. Attracted by this sudden fragrance, Louis suddenly raised his head and fixed his attention on a figure standing in front of him.
"Uh, this...?"
As soon as Louis looked up, he knew that this person was a big boss.
Although he was extremely cold now, his work intuition gained over the years allowed him to tell almost instantly that the person in front of him had a very high social status and social wealth.
Every gesture and movement, from head to toe, exudes the exquisite smell of money.
He was a man in a snow-white suit, as if the first snow of winter was solidified into a human form, and his whole body exuded an indescribable coldness. This kind of person was distant and vigilant - look at how interesting this man was, it was obvious that he walked up to Louis himself, but it was he who had a vigilant look in his eyes.
Look at this person again.
The only two words that came to Louis' mind were "particular".
This must be a very particular person.
From top to bottom, there is not a single unnecessary wrinkle, and every inch of the suit fabric has been carefully ironed. The shirt is so smooth, so inevitably, there are traces of shirt clips cleverly hidden under the shirt.
Continuing to move my eyes downwards, even the person's socks were impeccable, fitting snugly to his legs without any wrinkles or looseness. Apparently, at the calves, a few clips could be vaguely seen gently securing the socks.
Well, this is actually normal.
Louis had received many very particular clients before. The higher the social status and wealth of a person, the more he or she cares about the external image he or she presents.
Appearance is the first impression that can be given to people, and in some cases, it may even involve tens of billions of stock market value.
Therefore, being particular is actually the norm for big bosses.
The snow-white suit fit the man's slender body, which coincided with the coldness of the season. As expected, the strong magnolia fragrance was emitted from this person.
For a moment, Louis was strangely silent.
Uh, is it true that in this world, all rich people like to spray themselves with perfume? This smell, although it is really fragrant... it is so strong that it is a bit suffocating.
Louis, who had just arrived in the Zerg society, had no idea that this was not magnolia perfume.
This is because the high degree of compatibility between him and Perrance causes the female insect pheromones to be amplified hundreds of times for Louis, and the effect is exceptionally significant.
It was as if Perrance could sense Louis' presence inside the aircraft.
While Louis was looking at Perrance, Perrance was also looking at Louis.
This is a very strange male insect.
It’s better to say that it’s a bit strange than to say that it’s a bit unusually desolate.
Perrance's eyes fell on the male insect squatting on the ground in front of him.
On this freezing winter day, the male insect was only wearing thin clothes. Not only were the clothes scant, but they were also covered with a thin layer of dirt. There were a few dried mud stains on his cheeks, and he looked like he had just crawled out of a quagmire.
Of course, Perlans did not expect that his outrageous guess and assumption would actually be an even more outrageous fact.
Louis had just crawled out of the mud, with each step leaving a mud print, his body covered in mud, and grass and leaves on his head.
For Perlans, who suffers from severe mysophobia, such dirt and mess should have caused him strong disgust and discomfort, or even physical rejection.
However, what was extremely strange was that the pheromones emitted from this seemingly downtrodden male insect did not make him feel unhappy at all. Instead, they brought him an unprecedented sense of comfort and an inexplicable attraction.
Perrance's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes flickering with complex emotions.
Then, he lowered his head and chuckled.
Zerg, it's really too easy for them to be dominated by primitive instincts.
Sure enough, he was no exception.
Because of this pheromone, Perrance felt an inexplicable urge - closer, closer, as if only in this way could he completely immerse himself in that strange feeling of comfort, capture more pheromones from the other party, and give his dry body unprecedented comfort.
All the male insects he had encountered before could only make Perlance feel nauseous and vomit. He never thought that the pheromones of male insects were something worth the female insects desperately praying for.
It was not until now, until this moment, until he met this strange male insect, that Perrance was finally able to understand a little bit.
Under the powerful laws of biology, pheromones, as an invisible pulling force, originate from instinctive attraction, which is profound and primitive, just like the yearning for water of a thirsty person under the scorching sun in the desert, the urgency and desire can almost touch the softest part of the soul.
The tip of the tongue becomes slightly dry due to anticipation, and every pheromone seems to carry the message of water, making the female insect involuntarily pursue it, just for that sip of sweet rain to save the dryness.
It transcends the scope of words and reason, breaks through the defense line, and directly hits the most essential needs of living things.
"Mr. Male Insect, would you like to talk to me?"
Perrance finally spoke.
Perrance had no doubt that Louis was a male insect - when he stood in front of Louis, he was actually a little unsteady.
The closer you get, the more intense the pheromones become in the air, so strong that you can almost touch them, as if they were tangible objects, seeping into every pore in the darkness.
Perrance stood in the night, his expression frosty.
However, the tip of his nose was completely surrounded by the strong male insect pheromone. The smell was so strong that Perrance could almost feel it completely. It flowed in his breath, making all the senses of the sub-female become extremely sharp at this moment.
"…ah?"
Louis opened his mouth, his head was a little dazed from the cold, but thanks to his professionalism, he reacted immediately and said,
"Hiss, of course you can, but it would be better if you could move to a warmer place..."
After saying this, Louis suddenly felt that the extreme and negative decadence he had just felt had faded a little. It turned out that humans are social animals. It is better not to stay alone in such a situation as much as possible, otherwise he would just think more and more, and become more depressed.
Seeing others is equivalent to seeing hope. The relationship between people is essentially nothing more than an exchange of interests.
Since this person is willing to come over and talk to Louis, it means to a certain extent that Louis has value that can be exploited and has something that this person wants, whether it is emotional value or something else.
In this situation, Louis' life was about to be frozen to death, his health bar was half empty, and he had no money on him. Oh no, he actually had some money. Just now, many people gave him coins, and a few small coins were still in his trouser pocket.
In short, even if this person came and really tricked him into having kidneys eaten, he should be allowed to go into the air-conditioned room to warm up before running away.
Perrance was silent for a moment, obviously realizing that Louis was freezing.
"I'm very sorry, Your Excellency. If you'd like, you can come back with me into the aircraft."
——
In the aircraft.
Perrance went to the trunk and took out a snow-white blanket for Louis. Louis thanked him and quickly wrapped himself in it.
...I'm almost freezing to death, why bother with appearances? Face and substance are not important, just stay alive first!
Then Perrance reached out, touched his fingertips to the small icon on the control panel that marked the heating, and without hesitation, turned it to the maximum.
moment,
A warm and slightly dry air circulated in the cabin, warming the blanket that Louis was wrapped tightly in, gradually pulling his body back from the edge of the cold, and allowing him to feel the long-lost comfort and warmth.
By now, Louis had finally warmed up and stopped shivering. After all, the air conditioning inside was really turned on high. With the help of the heating, he became lively again:
"Thank you, it really saved my life!"
Louis hissed and muttered to himself, "This is even better than a second parent, even better than a lifesaver!"
After mumbling to himself, Louis wrapped himself tightly in the soft blanket that looked expensive at first glance, and turned to look at Perrance beside him. When he saw the white spot, he suddenly realized something.
The lifesaver in front of me was actually wearing gloves.
Gloves,
It is something that is rare for modern people. It is a basic etiquette when toasting or meeting someone, and shaking hands. Wearing gloves at this time will show disrespect.
unless.
Unless the person has a reason to wear gloves.
Maybe it was to cover up the scars or tattoos on his hands, but Louis didn't think the person in front of him had tattoos on his hands, so another possibility was that he didn't want to touch them, and one of the most likely reasons was mysophobia.
Of course, all of this is based on the foundation of human society.
All in all, let's just keep this speculation for now.
After hearing Louis' words, Perrance spoke. They were both sitting in the back seat of the aircraft. Although they were sitting on both sides, the distance between them was only one meter.
I heard Perrance reach out and adjust his gold-rimmed glasses. The gold glasses chain swayed slightly on the edge of his cheek. He said:
"I have a friend who needs male insect pheromones. If you're willing, you can get tested. If the match is high, I will definitely hire you at a high salary."
Louis: Well, generally speaking, if someone says they have a friend, it will be automatically replaced by themselves.
However, Louis did not expose it. Although he did not really understand the difference between male and female insects, Louis understood and went for a check-up, and immediately accepted it happily:
"good!"
Louis was just like that. He didn't care about anything except life and death, and he was a bit of a no-brainer. He smiled while wrapped in a blanket, his eyes half serious, half joking:
"My business skills will definitely make my boss feel that I am worth every penny!"
This world is too unfamiliar to Louis. All he can do is to understand and accept it as quickly as possible, first picking out what he can understand, and then nibbling at the rest bit by bit.
Of course, if someone is willing to take him to experience the world, it will be even faster.
"Thank you very much, Your Excellency."
After Perrance finished speaking, tiny beads of sweat quietly appeared on the side of his neck, like condensed dewdrops, appearing even more crystal clear against the backdrop of his snow-white skin.
It's so hot that I'm sweating.
The heater inside the aircraft is set too high.
However, the lighting in here was not very bright, and they were sitting far away from each other, so even someone as careful as Louis did not notice that Perrance was sweating at this moment.
The next second, Louis suddenly thought of something and said sincerely:
"Boss, this car... no, this seat is too clean. After I sat down on it, I felt a little, uh, how should I put it, a little offensive to it. You might need to give it a full cleaning."
After Louis said this, he smiled embarrassedly, but he did not hide his embarrassment. Instead, he said it frankly.
Most of the time, Louis is still willing to make humorous self-deprecating remarks, of course, in most cases it is only used to liven up the atmosphere.
After a while, Perrance said, his voice a little tense:
"...Please don't worry about it, sir. I was supposed to clean the aircraft tomorrow anyway."
Next to this strange male insect, Perlance clenched his hands into fists in the dark, his nails digging deep into his palms.
——The influence of male insect pheromones is too strong, and the aircraft is a confined space, so the smell of male insect pheromones is getting stronger and stronger.
Under his suit pants, Perlans's straight legs began to tremble slightly, and his waist seemed to have lost the willpower to support himself, but Perlans gritted his teeth secretly and straightened his spine to prevent himself from trembling under the impact of this trembling pheromone.
really,
The instincts of living things are irresistible.
Perrance unconsciously squeezed his legs together.
Louis sniffed and felt that the scent of magnolia flowers in the aircraft was getting stronger and stronger.
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