Chapter 373 The greatest invention of mankind is.
He stared at the screen of his mobile phone, and his fingertips paused slightly when he closed the browser.
After a moment, he raised his head, leaned back in his seat and fell into deep thought. The sound of raindrops hitting the car window seemed like some kind of urging, or a silent warning, which made him even more irritated.
In the end, Zhao Xing still couldn't suppress the uneasiness in his heart.
He exhaled slowly, picked up his phone, hesitated for a moment, scrolled through the address book, and dialed Lou Duan.
The beeping sound of the signal waiting to be connected echoed in the car, making people feel even more heavy-hearted.
At the same time, Lou Duan was standing by the window, looking up in a daze at the rain falling from the distant sky.
He didn't hear the ringing, or rather, he heard it but ignored it.
His gaze passed through the dense rain lines and fell on the torn mechanical internal organs of the upper city - those chrome-plated drains were contracting and expanding regularly, as if the digestive system of some giant creature was undergoing its final peristalsis.
Rainwater flowed along the edge of the pipe, reflecting a cold light on the metal surface.
This reminded him of the dead bodies he had seen on the dissection table, with their skin being lifted up by tweezers to reveal their beating internal organs.
Only now, it was the Iron God that was being dissected.
His throat moved slightly, and his eyes wandered over the neatly arranged drains. The layout of those pipes reminded him of the constellation map of the ancient era.
However, the constellation map in front of me no longer has Scorpio, Libra, Cancer and other constellations. Instead, there are abstract "toilet seats".
Scorpio became a flush toilet seat, Lyra became a smart toilet seat, and Orion's belt was replaced with three rows of squat toilets.
Various types of toilet seats gradually formed an alternative starry sky in Lou Duan's mind.
The corners of Lou Duan's mouth curled up slightly, and his thoughts were pulled back to the past by this wonderful association, back to that simple and distant childhood.
He saw his father holding him, standing in front of the old-fashioned flush toilet. The ceramic surface was glowing with a warm light, like a moon.
"Watch this, son."
There was a certain solemnity in my father's voice.
"This is one of the greatest inventions of mankind. It can flush out all the unnecessary dirt in our body and make everything clean again."
Young Lou Duan opened his eyes wide and watched the swirling water sweep away the dirt.
At that moment, he understood the first "basic common sense of being a human being": dirt will disappear, as long as it is flushed down the toilet, he will be clean again.
His father smiled and touched his head. The sound was like a hammer, hammering these words deeply into his memory.
Lou Duan's face showed a nostalgic look. He looked down at the name flashing on his phone and muttered two words through his teeth:
"toilet!"
The call was finally connected. Lou Duan put the phone close to his ear. The nostalgic look on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by an increasingly gloomy coldness.
However, his voice when he spoke was completely different from his expression. It was low and warm, shrouded in a reassuring power: "...I have also been observing the development of the situation. You don't have to panic. Qian Huan has already played all the cards in his hand. He won't be able to jump around for a few more days."
"Now is the darkness before dawn. Just be patient. To prevent Qian Huan from becoming desperate and fighting again, you should avoid conflicts with him recently."
In the car, Zhao Xing listened to the reassuring voice coming from the microphone: "How about this, you don't have to go to prison this week, find a reason to take sick leave, recuperate at home, and avoid the limelight during this period.
Don't worry, what is yours will definitely not escape. When the storm calms down, the position of prison warden will naturally be yours."
Zhao Xing took a deep breath and was impressed by Stationmaster Lou's wisdom. An hour later, he drove slowly into the underground garage.
“The target has entered the field!”
“The target has entered the field.”
The emcee's voice seemed to come from deep within the skull. After being processed by the sound card embedded in the back molars, it was transmitted directly into the cochlea of everyone in Team 103 with a slight electrical noise.
He stood in the shadow of the underground garage, water droplets rolling down his black raincoat.
The eyeballs behind the lenses turned white strangely, and the pupils spread into a pale color. The scene of the entire underground garage was reflected on the surface of the eyeballs like a projection - every track of raindrops, every tire pattern, and even the dust floating in the air were all clearly visible.
At the door of the unit, a bald man was wearing slippers with his feet soaked in rain puddles.
He walked into the corridor with his head lowered. The moment he raised his foot, steam rose from his whole body and a wisp of white smoke floated above his bald forehead, as if he had just been taken out of a steamer.
"Be gentle with your movements, the mission requires accidents!" The bald man's voice was hoarse, like the friction of sandpaper.
"receive!"
"Death is the fate of a person, and life is an accident. Humph - got it."
"receive!"
Zhao Xing didn't take the elevator.
As a fourth-rank warrior, his speed was one second faster than the elevator. In the emergency passage, his figure turned into an afterimage, and the eleven floors of stairs disappeared in a flash.
The key turned and the electronic lock made a slight "beep" sound.
The high-grade anti-theft door slowly opened, and the triple safety locks were released one by one.
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As the former warden of the death row ward, Zhao Xing has a good sense of security precautions.
Zhao Xing took off his coat and walked barefoot on the mahogany floor.
In the study, the dim desk lamp lit up automatically.
Zhao Xing opened the curtains and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His reflection was reflected on the glass. His brows were furrowed, and he was still thinking about what Stationmaster Lou had said.
He pressed the power button on the computer, but did not notice that outside the glass above his head, in the blind spot of his vision, a figure in red was hanging upside down.
Its limbs were twisted into weird angles, like a giant spider stuck to the glass.
Her head was upside down, with long hair hanging down, revealing a pale face. The corners of her mouth were stretched to her ears, and a long thin tongue was slowly sticking out, stretching longer and longer. A layer of fluorescent lines was reflected on the tongue coating, vibrating silently.
Zhao Xing sat back in front of the computer and his finger reached for the mouse.
At the moment of clicking, the emcee in the underground garage tapped the frame lightly at the same time.
An invisible electromagnetic wave spread in the air, like a stone thrown into the water, causing ripples. In an instant, darkness spread upward from the garage like a tide, engulfing the entire building.
The computer screen immediately went out and the room fell into darkness.
Zhao Xing was stunned for a moment: "The power outage?"
It takes 1-2 seconds for the pupil to recover from the sudden change from light to darkness.
Zhao Xing blinked subconsciously, and his ears trembled slightly, catching some slight strange sound.
The sound seemed to come from the living room in front, and also seemed to come from the window behind. It sounded particularly strange in the darkness.
Zhao Xing's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen a ghost. He vaguely saw a human outline appear in the living room. The outline seemed to have condensed from the darkness, with blurred edges, but it exuded a creepy aura.
"who?!"
Zhao Xing stood up in horror, and the chair he was sitting on was knocked to the ground by his butt, making a loud "clang" sound.
The moment he stood up, the outline of the human figure suddenly enlarged in his pupils.
He "flows" forward in a way that defies the laws of physics, like the images on a video tape being fast-forwarded.
Zhao Xing's retina still had the afterimage of his previous movement. A bald head was already pressed against the tip of his nose, and the black teeth exhaled an indescribable strange smell, blowing towards him: "Be gentle, if the chair is damaged, it will not look like it anymore."
(End of this chapter)
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