Midnight Life Museum
Ai Bao's interested expression appeared hazy under the filter of Ding Can's photochromic glasses.
It reminded her of an old film she had seen, where a murderer holding a sharp knife appeared. At dusk, when he entered the courtyard through the back door, the warm yellow light stretched his figure very long.
The murderer turned his back to the setting sun, and his entire face was not very clear, as if this could hide the killing in the dark corner of his heart.
Even though Ai Bao was just chatting and negotiating with the product at the moment, his color-changing glasses were still in effect, indicating that his intention to hurt him had not diminished.
So resentful.
Ding Can racked his brains but couldn't figure out why Ai Bao was so persistent.
In fact, it is difficult to make sense of what has happened in the short period of time since he appeared in the store.
What puzzled Ding Can the most was Ai Bao's attitude towards the exposure of the black industrial chain.
Normally in this situation, as a businessman, what he would worry about first is the sharp drop in overall sales of the brand's stores, which would directly lead to a sharp drop in profits and a cut off of financial resources.
But he is different. Compared with the low-profit results that may arise, he obviously values the process of humans purchasing goods more.
In his eyes, what customers buy is more important than the money they pay for it.
It seems that the reason why Aibao has been able to persist in this field for a long time is to attract more people to buy these inferior products, so that they will pay the price for their wrong behaviors.
Seeing the people holding the tags all tilt their heads slightly upwards and look in his direction, Ai Bao raised the corner of his mouth and continued what he had just said: "There are four of you, who should speak?"
He didn't even give anyone a chance to reply and continued speaking.
"How are you?" Ai Bao just remembered that he didn't know the names of these tags, so he couldn't point to any specific one. "Let me think... How about we go in order? First on the left, you answer first."
The person being mentioned was Shi Yan. She was standing at the edge, close to Ai Bao. After realizing that the other party was talking about her, she just said something coldly.
"I don't know what you want to hear."
She was in no mood to talk in circles with Ai Bao. The question he had asked just now was quite strange, asking what happened to them after they gained consciousness.
That should have been counted from the moment they entered the dungeon, but in fact several days had passed, and a lot of things had happened during that time, so it wasn't so easy to explain them all.
In addition, Shi Yan has always been very resistant to things that require summarizing and generalizing, so she became a little annoyed after only answering one sentence.
Especially when the questioner is annoying.
This sounded a bit sarcastic, but Ai Bao seemed to be in a very good mood.
It is normal for a young man like Diao Tag to not be able to learn the ways of the world through words and deeds when learning human behavior. He can understand this situation very well.
Human questions are so complex and varied that it takes a lot of time and energy to fully adapt to them.
He guided her further by asking, "Let's take it step by step. First, tell me what the scene was like when you first woke up."
"That place is very dark and the air is not circulating. I feel like I can't breathe after talking for a few words." Shi Yan truthfully recounted her first feelings when she arrived at this copy.
That short period of time in the plastic film did make people feel quite uncomfortable.
But when Ai Bao heard it, it was a completely different picture.
He had a preconceived notion that this was in some secret room, which further solidified his inner thoughts.
I think the people with tags must have developed some survival instincts in dangerous environments. Only in this situation did the so-called opportunities and changes come into being.
Ai Bao was really curious about the reason why the tag could grow so quickly in such a short time, and wanted to know more of the truth.
"It does sound strange. Do you remember the exact day and how you escaped?"
If he can find the key, it will be beneficial to him.
Shi Yan looked at him as if he were an idiot. "It happened about a week ago. After the clothes were packed and sent to the back-end, the situation was completely relieved. Oh, no, the experience during the transportation afterwards was also quite average."
Ai Bao lowered his eyes and thought deeply: "From what you said, it seems that the discomfort only occurs during the process of spatial movement."
Could it be that because of the changes caused by space, the tags are much more efficient in receiving information than other products?
The movements that seem very normal to ordinary people are indeed macroscopic compared to the light body of the tag.
Gao Wenwen twitched his lips, finding this guy quite interesting. "Aren't you thinking too much? If you became a hanging card, wouldn't your situation be similar to ours?"
"Almost..." Ai Bao repeated, and suddenly realized that Shi Yan was indeed just talking about the ordinary feelings that would arise when being a tag.
As for the secret room, it is simply something that will be experienced during packaging and transportation.
He instinctively felt that he had been fooled by the tag and that they had no intention of being honest with him.
You have clearly shown your sincerity, but if you fail to accept it, you can't blame yourself.
Ai Bao gritted his teeth and said, "I have already made a big concession."
The tag must be hiding something from him, and it doesn't seem like he has any intention of explaining it.
Shi Yan was also a little confused. She didn't know why he was suddenly angry again, but she didn't intend to indulge him. "You just asked me about my experience. What I said is the truth. Believe it or not."
After all, they were human beings before they became tags, and they don't need to learn those human behaviors.
After entering the dungeon, these were indeed the only things I experienced.
It's not a lie in any sense of the word.
As for the products present, when Ai Bao was questioning the tag, they all suddenly thought of the fact that the tag had super powers.
At least Diaota had more capital to deal with Ai Bao than he did, so everyone's worries and fears were reduced.
When Hong Ba faced Ai Bao's questioning, he couldn't help but say, "Why don't you believe me?"
Stone is such a good card. Every time he is in front of the computer, he operates the thing called mouse without complaint for several hours and never feels tired.
I was a little unfamiliar with it at the beginning, but as time went by, I became more and more proficient. The cursor moved very quickly on the screen, the tags coordinated well with each other, and the efficiency was very high.
For the rest of the products, you just need to stay in front of the screen and look at the information on it.
For some products that are not literate, the tags will patiently explain them.
It was the tags that allowed them to see a wider field, and Hongba had already regarded them as good friends.
Since we are good friends, we shouldn't be treated like this.
It stood with its hands on its hips, staring at Aibao without any fear, thinking that standing up for a friend was a very loyal thing to do.
"Because it's really hard to be convincing." Ai Bao answered Hong Ba's words, but his profile was tense, and his knife-like jaw line became sharper as he gritted his teeth.
He just thought Hong Ba was noisy, and the way he looked at Hong Ba was like an adult looking at a child making trouble in public.
"Little Red Man, you know what? Now when we encounter children making noise, adults will just go crazy to deal with it. They won't be forced to understand and tolerate like before, or be morally blackmailed."
With the development of social diversity, people's view of the world is becoming more and more comprehensive.
The way to deal with disobedient children is no longer the same as before.
Everyone has their own life pressures to face, and being able to live a stable life is already the best you can do.
They don't need to swallow their anger when faced with uncivilized behavior from others, even if it's just a child.
We will not be too tolerant of children regardless of their current situation just because they are young. Instead, we should use a clear and rational approach to distinguish them.
As long as one does something wrong, there will be no innate conditions to protect him. He learned about the current social phenomena from the news and felt that it was very reasonable to apply them to Hong Ba.
When faced with such a naughty child who disregards the situation and challenges the psychological bottom line, if verbal persuasion does not work, it is also normal to use appropriate force.
"I already said I was chatting with the tags, why did you come over and butt in?"
Ai Bao's face turned gloomy in an instant. Mr. Football was the first to notice his change of color, and rushed forward at the moment when he was about to swing the bat.
The unique elasticity of its body allowed it to reach mid-air in an instant, just in time to meet the oncoming bat.
When the bat touched the rubber layer, a huge impact force followed. The footballer's body visibly sank inward a lot, and the feeling of being suspended in the air could almost be seen.
Ai Bao did not hold back his strength this time, and the knocking sound was loud but dull, making people almost think that the football was directly blown up and then turned into a pile of rags spread on the ground.
Fortunately, Mr. Football escaped the disaster. It went in the opposite direction of the bat and in less than half a second, it hit a universal wheel storage rack used to display samples.
It is a plastic storage rack with only some light goods placed on each layer. It is very light in itself and cannot withstand impact.
The storage rack swayed a few times but couldn't maintain its balance, so it fell to the ground and the things inside it were scattered all over the floor.
The small parts made some noisy noises on the floor, but everyone's attention was on the football at the moment.
After it hit the shelf, it rolled along the passage and went far away. It seemed that it was not moving anymore, probably because it was stunned.
The merchandise were running around in a panic, some were calling out the football's name, and some had already set out to look for it.
At this moment, Ai Bao stepped forward without knowing when, took a step forward, picked up Hong Ba who was originally surrounding them, and held him in his hand.
He had noticed that Hong Ba was standing in the middle of the merchandise. If he attacked directly, he might be blocked by the large amount of merchandise in front of him.
In order to hit the target with one shot, Ai Bao deliberately staged this act to divert everyone's attention.
This way, you can catch this annoying little thing without any worries.
Now, the goal is achieved.
"Let it go!" Butterfly Headband was so worried that its body was shaking, but Aibao had already stood up. His body was too tall compared to it.
It couldn't do anything and its voice was filled with tears.
Ai Bao was unmoved. His brain automatically blocked out the noisy sounds and he clenched his fingers tighter.
The raw material of Hongba is wood. According to the way humans exert force, it is impossible to cause any substantial damage to a piece of wood of this thickness.
But Hongba looked to be in agony, letting out a few weak cries, and appeared to be in great pain.
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