Chapter 25 The mermaid’s baby’s eyes were bloodshot and he strode in fiercely…
An hour ago, Yu Chen received a message from Uriel:
"Little White Hair lacks the guardian's consent form, so he may not be able to participate in the competition."
Yu Chen turned the ring carelessly and asked, "Oh? What did he say?"
Uriel hesitated and said, "He said... he would change a guardian. It doesn't matter who it is. We can just find someone temporarily on the street."
Yu Chen lowered his unfocused eyes, dark ripples appeared in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Where is he? Let him come over and talk to me."
Uriel felt a shiver on his back and subconsciously bowed, "He's gone. Do you need me to send someone to call him back?"
"No."
Uriel was stunned, not expecting his answer to be so decisive.
"Let him go." Yu was silent for a while and hung up the phone.
He walked down the steps slowly, his long, well-muscled legs submerged in the cold water. The light between light and dark cast a shadow over his facial features.
Anyone can...
He chewed on these words over and over again.
I would rather pick up inferior goods on the street than come back and ask him for money.
A stubborn stray dog that wants to beg for food at someone's feet... It should be caught and put into a pond, cleaned thoroughly, and fed from head to toe until it vomits.
Two red lights appeared at the door, and the AI slid in silently: "Do you have any instructions?"
The gloomy thoughts were interrupted, and the cold voice echoed in the towering dome of the bathtub:
"Take my blood and make pheromone extract."
"Please wait a moment. I'll go upstairs to get the syringe and measuring cylinder."
After AI left, the place fell into silence again.
The mermaid leaned back against the marble pool wall, her strong back and waist pressed against the broken ice chips. The water in the pool was very cold, and a thin layer of ice had formed without turning on the heating rod.
He is used to using low temperature to stimulate the brain to wake up.
But this time, the depression in his heart did not ease at all.
The mood just now was not right...
He seemed to have developed a tainted feeling towards the thing he had been protecting for so long.
During these three days, Yu Chen had the same dream over and over again.
People's dislike for Isupareso is not entirely unfounded.
His control is terrifying.
The mermaid's brain waves can be integrated into network signals. When he ascended the throne at the age of 18, he found that he could closely monitor the entire empire just sitting in his bedroom, and his ambition expanded boundlessly.
The earth becomes his body and the camera becomes his eyes.
Iso Paraiso is everywhere.
As a result, he got a glimpse of many unbearable facts. In the cracks of society, sewage still flows everywhere, and even the money allocated to students to buy milk is exploited and swallowed up by bureaucrats at all levels.
The emperor at that time was very young, and somewhat naive and straightforward.
He didn't trust those people, so he connected the robot to distribute milk himself.
The milk truck drove through every city and slid through every alley. No one knew his country better than him, and he had been doing this for ninety years.
His dear children, for whom he could work day and night.
The mermaid regards himself as a precision-operated machine, but there have been bugs in his life...
Cute little bug.
When settling the accounts at the end of the month, the numbers always don’t tally, as a few extra portions of milk are delivered during a certain fixed time period. The mermaid suspected that something was wrong with the program, so she sank into consciousness to observe.
Robot: "I'm sure you came here three times this morning wearing the same scarf."
Baby Bird: "I only have one scarf, so I tied it three different ways."
Robot: "But I recognized you."
The young bird took off his coat and put it on his head: "Can you still recognize it like this?"
Robot: "I can't recognize you. How much milk do you want?"
Just like that, I was stuck with a bug by a gray velvety baby bird.
The mermaid smiled and tolerated this error rate.
He likes these little birds, and the song played by the milk truck was also written by him. It's like the small ice cream cart on the street, attracting sparrows on their way home from school. When the young birds hear it, they will run over quickly with their schoolbags on their backs, and lie on his window expectantly, as if their tail feathers are lifted up.
That was a more pleasant feeling than spreading bread crumbs in the square and being surrounded by pigeons.
Until one day...
Someone posted an indignant post, saying that he took apart a robot out of curiosity and found a surveillance program inside. Soon after, groups of people stopped children on the street all day long and asked them to throw away the milk they had received, claiming that hormones were added to the milk and would make children develop prematurely.
Parents were panic-stricken and dared not let their children get close to the milk truck.
There are only bug chicks, and they report to the milk station on time every day.
"What? Can you grow up quickly? Give me another bowl." The young bird drank three large bowls of water and raised its head to ask:
"Will you come tomorrow?"
Robot: "Good night, baby. See you later."
On Thanksgiving Day every year, according to the customs of the bird world, young birds will perform a dance for their parents to express their gratitude and closeness.
The young bird was very shy and hid behind a big tree and jumped towards him secretly.
Robot: "Why don't you come over?"
The young bird lowered its head and refused to go over: "I don't jump properly."
Robot: "What does that matter?"
The young bird pursed its lips and kicked the pebbles under the tree: "...The emperor is watching us, right? I don't jump very well, I wonder if he will mind if he sees me."
The robot seemed to stop for a second, and suddenly changed to a low-pitched tone that was different from before:
"No, I love it, thanks babe."
The young bird raised its head suddenly, with light in its almond eyes: "Happy Thanksgiving!"
After he finished stammering, he ran away.
It is very heartbreaking to treat the milk truck as your parents. The mermaid adjusted the program so that the bug bird could drink milk and get candy as many times as desired.
Every evening, the young birds would carry their small backpacks and run after the milk cart.
At every stop and every glass of milk, the robot would say over and over again: "Good night, baby."
Good night, good night, good night baby...
The young bird listened to this sentence again and again. Only after listening carefully did he wipe away his tears and walk back silently in the night.
Sometimes I couldn't help blinking back tears, turning around and running back to ask: "Will you come tomorrow? You must come."
I hope you come and I hope to see you tomorrow.
It was this promise that made the mermaid Ku Ze's heart beat again.
At that time, the empire was already in decline and financially strapped, and politicians joined forces to pressure the emperor to cut the huge daily milk expenses.
"No one goes to the milk station to drink milk. Your Majesty, don't be stubborn. No one cares."
But the mermaid knew that there was a little bird that cared about his dear little bug. It used tissues to clean his dirty car windows every day and confirmed the agreement with him.
——If only one baby bird cares, I will keep doing it.
As they wished, the mermaids cancelled this huge financial expenditure and used their own private funds to continue for another five years.
Day by day, year by year.
The young bird and I are like two people waiting for each other at the end of an era.
Good night baby, baby...
goodbye.
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Snowflakes fell on the copper buttons on his shoulders, gradually gathering into a small nest. Bai Ling walked across the square and involuntarily slowed down his pace here.
This is the only place where young birds will be fed as children.
For many years afterwards, he often lingered in this square, but he could no longer find the happy feeling of fullness that he had back then...
Bai Ling walked unconsciously to the center of the square and looked up at the giant sculpture holding a lantern in his left hand and waving a sword in his right hand.
Milk trucks often stopped at the foot of this sculpture.
Sometimes, he would laugh at his own reflexes about these things. When I see the sculpture, I think of milk, and when I see milk, I remember that I was loved, like Pavlov’s bird…
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
An old voice sounded beside him.
Bai Ling turned around and because of his height he had to lower his sight slightly before he saw an old man with gray hair and a hunched back.
When the old man smiled at him, wrinkles crowded around his lips: "Few young people will stop to look at the sculpture carefully. Most of them will leave in a hurry."
Bai Ling saw that he was dressed simply but cleanly and did not look like a homeless person. Then he glanced at the donation box in his hand and immediately understood.
Probably the custodian of the statue.
The old administrator suggested: "If you are willing to buy me a cup of hot coffee for 2 star coins, I can tell you the story of this sculpture."
Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something, but the old administrator seemed to be afraid that he would refuse, so he quickly added in a low voice:
"I don't have to drink, haha, I just want to talk to someone."
Bai Lingqing smiled and invited him to go to a small cafe on the edge of the square. The old administrator refused to sit down, and ordered the cheapest coffee. He held the foam paper cup, his eyes red from the north wind:
"Let's go sit at the foot of the sculpture. There's a corner that's sheltered from the wind and it's warm."
Of course Bai Ling knew where it was.
When he was wandering in the square in his previous life, he set up a small tent in the corner there, sheltering from the wind and rain under the steel robe of the sculpture.
Bai Ling once wondered whether this three-sided enclosure design was intentional, like hanging artificial bird nests on treetops or placing cardboard boxes where stray dogs roam.
"Of course," the old administrator said excitedly, "this was taken into consideration when it was designed. It can be used as a shelter for passers-by and a place for small animals to spend the winter. Even though it is gray now and has been eroded by acid rain so that its face cannot be seen clearly, it used to be a landmark of the capital planet."
But this sculpture does have a history.
It is called "Motherland". You can call it your hometown, or the motherland, or use the name given by those street urchins who often paint on sculptures, and call it "false god".
It was recorded in history as a tribute to the old empire.
Since its construction, a perpetual lamp has been lit on the sculpture. Even during a major power outage, it has an independent power supply system, and only at this time will it become the focus of the entire capital.
Bai Ling was reminded of some memories and said with a faint smile:
"It is really big, and there are many spotlights installed around it, so it always looks bright at night. When I was a child, I always used it as a beacon. I played too late at night, and I was scared when I went back home in the dark, but I felt that as long as I held my breath all the way to the bottom of the statue, I would be safe."
But the statue was blown up by the tyrant in the second year after he launched the revolution.
That was the first time Bai Ling experienced firsthand what it felt like to have his family killed in war.
"Young man, are you from the capital?" the administrator suddenly asked.
"Not really. I don't have any property here." Bai Ling said truthfully.
The old administrator sighed: "You don't have a home? I don't have one either. I plan to die looking at the sculptures..."
He raised the foam cup and drank it all, then crushed it and threw it into the overflowing garbage. His face was firm and flushed as if he was drunk, and he said:
"As a thank you for your coffee, I want to tell you a little secret about who the sculpture was based on."
Bai Ling's heart trembled inexplicably, and his heartbeat suddenly began to speed up, "Who is it?"
The old administrator, with his rough fingers to his lips, lowered his voice, facing the wind, "It's the old emperor, you know? Isuparaiso... I met him once when I was young, and I was shocked by his beauty. I only looked up at him once when I was kneeling on the ground. It's been fifty years, and I will never forget him until I grow old."
"Afterwards, I was crazy for a whole year. People said it was because the old emperor was too ugly and I was scared."
"Actually, I was attracted by your majesty's aura and beauty..."
Bai Ling suddenly said in a trembling voice: "Please stop talking!"
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his teeth bit his lower lip tightly, causing it to bleed and turn pale: "... Sorry, I have something else to deal with. I'll leave first."
The administrator looked at Bai Ling in surprise as he walked away.
Bai Ling buried the lower half of his face in his collar, not even daring to look back at the sculpture's profile.
because……
That was an all too familiar outline.
He was so familiar with it that he didn't even realize that his attachment, longing and desire all came from here and returned to it.
Sculpture with a lantern.
Mermaid with a lantern.
From the familiarity when they first met, to his loss of composure on the night of separation, and his sense of dependence on that person that seemed to have accumulated over the years...all of them were projections from his childhood to the present.
It turns out that the time of the old times has never passed away and has always been by his side.
Bai Ling clenched his fingers at his sides, as if there was a big hole in his chest. He raised his bloodshot eyes and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"—Iso Paraiso!"
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"Your alpha super-concentrated pheromone has been extracted. According to your requirements, a half-year supply has been made. It is super concentrated. Just one drop is enough to relieve the omega addiction reaction for a week."
The AI was showing its master its excellent purification technology while secretly being amazed.
The owner is worthy of being the owner. He prepares all the props so well for playing games with the simulated bird.
——Immersive bird farming.
To this end, AI has also prepared a highly realistic instruction manual, which reads:
"It should be noted that this concentrate must not be mixed with artificial A-type hormones, otherwise it will produce the effect of a whole pack of Mentos thrown into a Coke."
As it happens, the mechanical bird himself also comes to visit.
The AI happily went to open the door, but the camera flashed. For the first time, the other party did not greet it, but strode in with bloodshot eyes and a fierce breath, passing by it.
The AI's built-in alarm beeped and it quickly followed on its short wheels.
The mechanical birdman is tall and has long legs, and the AI can't catch up with it at all. All one could see was the mechanical bird violently pushing open the heavy door of the bathhouse and standing by the door, its back stretched straight, its chest heaving violently, and it breathing heavily and suppressedly.
It's like a string is pulled tight and will collapse at any time.
Yu Chen smelled the faint sour pheromones on him and turned his eyes away, "You came at the right time. The extract to deal with your addiction has been prepared. It is enough for you to use for half a year."
AI handed over the full transparent test tube at the right time.
"Half a year's supply..." Bai Ling panted and uttered a hoarse voice, like a question, but more like a trembling sneer: "... before sending the stray dog away, you have to fill the food bowl, right?"
Yu Chen was aware of his abnormal mood and was about to ask -
Bai Ling snatched the test tube, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp in front of Yu Chen, not leaving a drop.
Then, he looked up and sneered at Yu Chen, taking out an artificial A-type hormone and stuffing it between his trembling teeth.
AI was stunned: "...He drank it all!! He drank it all in one gulp! And he also took A-type drugs!"
Yu Chen was so shocked that he stood up from the pond instantly. He never expected that his bird could be so crazy!
The extract is given for withdrawal.
The bird does the opposite, increasing the addiction tenfold.
Light blue veins bulged out of Bai Ling's neck, and the line of his jaw seemed to be stretched to the point of breaking. He threw the glass tube hard to the ground, and crushed it to pieces with his prosthetic limb!
He was shaking with anger and sorrow, but his voice was terribly cold: "I won't let you go, and you won't let me go tonight either. Let's see who can walk out of this door tomorrow morning!"
After saying that, Bai Ling kicked and locked the door.
Me and my destroyed homeland...
It's a life-and-death fight here tonight!
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