Chapter 50 016 He beckoned like inviting a small animal.
The last time Wu Cisheng stepped into the radio station where he used to work was to pack up his things.
Of course, he didn't make the trip just to pick up a few small items. He was just on his way to get the paper documents that Ta had sent him when he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have some other items.
Then just go and get it.
He thought so.
When Wu Cisheng arrived, it was working hours. His colleagues were all working, and the new director was also there. When he saw him coming, he hurriedly invited him into the office.
He spoke for several minutes with the former deputy director, now the new director.
The new director said that the original director and program director had been replaced, and admitted that every once in a while, he would send a copy of Wu Cisheng's matters related to the radio station to "Cheng Yuan".
"Cheng Yuan" also said that if any colleague has a good relationship with Wu Cisheng, he should try to stagger their working hours and locations. This resulted in those who work close to him having average or not-so-good relationships with him.
It was these same people who spread rumors about Wu Cisheng on the radio, including that he had connections, that he was given such good time despite being incompetent, that he was often late and left early and no one cared, and so on. This further made him have few friends...
“Hey, I just found out about this…”
The new director sighed seriously.
Wu Cisheng just smiled and didn't say anything.
The new director continued to speak hypocritically, saying that management would be strengthened in the future and that such situations would never happen again.
At the end, he said regretfully that he was a good employee, and that he had worked at the radio station for so long and he was reluctant to leave. He even wanted to organize a farewell live broadcast and invite him to participate. He said that he could contact him if there was anything in the future and that he was welcome at any time.
Wu Cisheng was no fool. He saw that the new director clearly wanted to take advantage of the situation and create buzz. He politely declined, keeping a clean record throughout the process.
He left very few things at the radio station, just two thermoses. One of them was lost before and he couldn't find it, but he suddenly found it when he was leaving.
The rest of the items like tissues, handkerchiefs, gloves, pens, lip balm, headphones, etc. are all small items that can be put into a small bag.
Before packing up and leaving the studio, Wu Cisheng sat at his previous workplace for the last time. Many old memories and voices flashed through his mind, the clearest of which was the strange message from someone who couldn't tell whether they were male or female.
When he heard that sentence, he had an extremely clear premonition in his heart. He felt that his stagnant life would be broken, and the premonition really came true soon after.
After getting his things, Wu Cisheng, holding a guide stick, walked through the studios relying on his memory as he had done countless times before. He stopped at the elevator door, pressed the elevator door open button, and walked into the elevator.
The moment the door closed, the rustling sounds outside were also blocked out.
When the elevator door opened again, the familiar security guard was still outside. He greeted Wu Cisheng, said he hadn't seen him for several days, and asked him if he was sick recently.
He is old and probably doesn't pay much attention to gossip in the field of aliens, otherwise he wouldn't ask such a question.
Wu Cisheng smiled and replied, "No, I just found another job and quit. I probably won't be coming here anymore."
The security guard didn't ask him what kind of job he changed to, but just said it was pretty good. As a young man, you should go out more and see the world.
After walking out of the building, Wu Cisheng stopped at the door for a moment, deviated from the road he used to take, and chose a new direction.
The little ferret lay on its owner's shoulder, its round eyes slightly narrowed, and its fluffy tail swayed gently in the breeze.
Since changing its environment, it has become more energetic day by day.
I remember that I used to sleep for a while every day, but recently I have been awake most of the time.
As Wu Cisheng was crossing the road, Lucas's voice came through his headset: "Wait a moment, there's a big truck coming by."
"oh."
Wu Cisheng stopped, and sure enough, after a while, there was a slight vibration from the ground, and a large truck rumbled past, stirring up a strong wind.
Wu Cisheng himself was wearing sunglasses, and the little ferret on his shoulder covered its eyes with its two paws to prevent dust from entering its eyes.
Lucas should have noticed it too, and Wu Cisheng clearly heard a very light laugh.
"Aren't you entering data? Why do you have time to look at me?"
In the morning, the Abnormality Management Committee called Lucas several times to ask him to go and enter the information in person regarding the file creation. Lucas had declined several times before, but this time he really couldn't refuse and had to go.
However, even if the person left, he still paid attention to Wu Ci Sheng's movements from a distance, not for surveillance, but just to act as his eyes, paying closer attention to the situation around Wu Ci Sheng than a little ferret.
03399 may not even know that he will have this function one day.
"I just entered one item, and there are several more."
Without waiting for Wu Cisheng to ask, Lucas explained in detail all the items he had inspected in the morning, including the new regulations that had just been issued by the Abnormal Control Committee.
In the past, when each alien created a file, only the mental power level would be displayed on the level page, but now there are many new levels. In addition to the mental level, different fields have been added, and even the task score will be included.
"Oh, I heard that."
"I'll probably be done with this this afternoon, but I still have a lot of things to record..."
It was very complicated to fully test the abilities of a mutant, especially a Sentinel. Lucas himself couldn't give an exact time, only an estimate.
"Anyway, I can definitely come back today...it won't affect my afternoon work."
All the "things that happened in the afternoon" that Lucas mentioned were related to Wu Cisheng's eyes.
Regarding the eye transplant process, he had said before that Wu Cisheng had a good memory and remembered it very clearly. It was much simpler than he had imagined.
What Lucas needs to do is to dig out his own eyes, install artificial eyes, and then implant them into Wu Cisheng after the system is debugged to a safe range.
All Wu Cisheng needed to do was to cooperate with the system to do a deep scan at the beginning and record all the information about the eye nerves.
The scan was also very simple. Wu Cisheng only needed to touch Lucas's skin continuously for 30 minutes. Other subsequent debugging was simulated by the system using his data, and he did not need to try it again and again.
The time is set in the afternoon.
Wu Cisheng nodded.
*
The recording process was still too cumbersome. When Lucas finished recording the information and met Wu Cisheng again, it was about half an hour later than the scheduled time.
It was evening when the sun was setting. Lucas, who had just walked in, wanted to ask why the lights were not on, but then he remembered that it made no difference to a blind man whether the lights were on or not, so he stopped talking immediately.
The hotel room was dimly lit. Wu Cisheng, wearing a white shirt, was curled up lazily on a round hanging chair on the balcony, looking like he was asleep.
He was too thin, and his shoulder blades stood out from under his thin shirt, like jagged rocks, outlining a sharp outline.
He casually placed his sunglasses on the small coffee table beside him, and he supported his chin with one hand. His slightly long hair on his forehead drooped naturally, and his thin eyelids were half drooped, covering his empty and lifeless eyes that were eroded by strands of white film.
He noticed someone entering the room, but remained motionless, "looking" out the window: "I smell the fragrance of flowers, is it osmanthus?"
There was indeed a row of osmanthus trees planted downstairs in the hotel. Lucas replied dryly, "Yes, do you want some? I'll go down and pick some for you right now."
Wu Cisheng shook his head: "No need, I just mentioned it casually."
He had not been very keen on flowers before, and being able to identify the types of flowers just by smelling them was a new skill he learned after he became blind.
Previously, because of his "partner", he had always stayed away from sweet smells and also disliked the scent of flowers. But now he finds the scent of flowers pleasant.
The smell was like an anchor. He thought of the osmanthus trees planted outside the back door of the old library in the capital, and he could smell the fragrance of osmanthus every year.
Lucas stood there and watched Wu Cisheng slowly put on his sunglasses. As if he suddenly remembered something, he stretched out a pair of cold white hands in Lucas' direction: "Oh, right, I almost forgot, come here."
His hands were beautiful, slender and with distinct joints. The pale blue veins on the back of his hands were winding and visible, like a carefully crafted work of art.
He had no intention of getting up and just beckoned his hand as if to attract a small animal.
Lucas seemed to be attracted by some irresistible force. He walked over step by step, half-knelt down, and put his head next to his hand so that he could touch him easily.
"It's 30 minutes, right?"
Lucas's Adam's apple rolled and he hummed with great difficulty.
The young man's white fingertips kept dangling in front of his eyes, and Lucas couldn't help but want to follow those hands.
"Where do you want me to touch you?"
"Both are fine."
The hands first fell on the sentry's head and indeed touched a pair of furry ears.
This state is called semi-fusion state, which usually occurs when the sentinel is too excited or mentally excited.
Wu Cisheng chuckled twice, and as if checking some personal belongings, he touched the sentry's ears and hair, and then began to move his hands to the other person's forehead, eyebrows, eyes, and nose bridge...
The system in Lucas's head was beeping again, but he had no energy to pay attention to it at that time. His whole body and even his brain were like a tightly stretched bow.
He himself did not understand why the young man's fingertips were clearly slightly cool, but the skin he scratched felt as if it had been burned, leaving an indescribable burning sensation.
It was like... it was like I was originally just a piece of cold stone without any temperature, but only where the young man's magical fingers touched did flesh and blood appear on that place instantly.
Lucas recalled that when he first learned about the composition and settings of this small world, he couldn't understand why the sentinels inside had to have a guide with them when performing their missions. Didn't he think it was very troublesome?
Later, when he really became a sentry, he realized that the sentinels here were like creatures without skin protection. Their sensitive nerves were always exposed to the air, and any invisible micromolecule would cause damage to the wound.
Every slight sound will be amplified dozens or even hundreds of times in the sentinel's ears. If it is a newly awakened sentinel without basic control ability, he can even hear the breathing and heartbeat of others on the other street. Not to mention after experiencing battle, I heard that some sentinels can even be unable to sleep because of the sound of blood flowing in their bodies?
Lucas had a similar experience when he led his own pirate group on interstellar routes.
It was always difficult to fall asleep at night after a battle. The highly active brain cells kept attacking his brain. He could clearly feel the muscles throbbing all over his body and the blood rushing through his veins. He had long been accustomed to the sharp pain that pierced his heart.
If the situation is more serious, after a long period of uninterrupted fighting, he would occasionally fall into a manic state of varying lengths.
The driver in this state will not only engage in self-harming behavior, but will also become confused and attack anyone who approaches him without distinguishing between friend or foe.
They also have so-called "mental combers", but the effect is average and the fees are extremely expensive, so this is usually called "post-war syndrome."
He had no idea that there was an antidote somewhere else.
The other person's voice, the other person's gaze, the other person's touch, even if the person does nothing but just sit there quietly, is the antidote.
The air that flowed out with his breath, and even the tiny bits of scent that invisibly seeped out of his body, were like a warm drizzle, silently nourishing the dry and cracked earth.
It is no exaggeration to say that when Lucas's spirit was first touched by Wu Cisheng and when he first saw him in this world, he felt that all his old illnesses from the past years had improved a lot, and his brain, which was originally filled with all kinds of complicated thoughts, felt clear and peaceful.
And being touched by him is an even clearer experience than touching his spiritual body.
Lucas clearly felt that the guiding element mobilized by Wu Cisheng was being infused through the tiny pores on his skin. He gently combed through his spiritual sea of consciousness, clearing out the tiny impurities inside one by one.
The invisible guiding force was like a fine electric current running freely under Lucas's skin, and every jump of joy impacted his nerves. The feeling was like wandering between fire and ice. To endure it was no different from enduring extreme pain, and both required strong and tenacious perseverance.
This was probably the first time in Lucas's life that he had to muster up all his self-control, trying not to make an awkward expression or make any awkward noises that might scare him...
While he was thinking that it was almost over, he was also thinking that it would be nice if time would stop at this moment.
My muddled mind unconsciously thought of three system tasks: the first was to make the target happy, the second was to change the target's ending, and the third was to make the target feel happy from the heart.
happiness…
He opened his eyes and looked at Wu Cisheng, his thin shoulders, his pale skin with a cold sheen like white porcelain, and at the same time he saw his own shadow reflected in his sunglasses.
In fact, he himself had been displaced since childhood and had never felt what happiness was, but at that moment, he really wanted the young man in front of him to be happy.
He was too thin, like a beautiful but cracked piece of porcelain that would break at the slightest touch. He always had a smile on his face, but that smile always revealed an indescribable melancholy.
Lucas didn't want him to break, he wanted him to be well, and he also wanted him to be happier, just like the smile he had when he was basking in the sun that day.
So from the heart...
I really want to watch it again.
*
While the sentry had forgotten the time, Wu Cisheng had not forgotten it. He stopped touching the time with his fingers almost to the minute.
As soon as the hand left, the sentry's head seemed to be unable to react, and he subconsciously followed the direction of his hand and moved forward.
Hearing the undisguised laughter, Lucas's comfortable but limp mind suddenly became clear.
"How's the system scan going?"
"I, let me ask." He swallowed and stuttered in a cowardly manner, "It said it's done. It's done."
"Oh, you're not getting up?"
Because Lucas was too tall, in order to allow the seated guide to touch him, Lucas almost knelt for the previous half hour. He only reacted after being reminded.
“Oh…oh…”
He stood up stiffly, his hands instinctively wanting to cover somewhere, but suddenly he remembered that Wu Cisheng was a blind man.
He was secretly rejoicing when he heard Wu Cisheng say sympathetically, "You can go to the bathroom."
Lucas's mind went blank for a moment, and he stood there in a daze. He felt the air around him become sticky, and every breath was filled with suffocating embarrassment.
There were only two words in his mind: It's over!
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