Chapter 269 Playability Animal Planet
Kidd was watching the terminal and saw the words "input in progress" flashing again and again. After a moment, the terminal vibrated.
Anatole: [General. ]
Kidd: [? What is the general answer? It’s not like that? ]
Anatole: [Why are you curious about this? ]
Kidd: [Nothing. If you don’t want to talk, I won’t ask. ]
After all, your parents are divorced, so it's normal not to want to talk about it. Maybe Anatole and his brother had a good relationship, and he was very sad just by being separated. When I think of my brother's face, I might even curl up in bed and shed a few tears.
Kidd learned about Anatole's family situation for the first time, and he felt a little sympathy for him. While he was thinking about it, the other party suddenly sent him a message and transferred three thousand yuan to him.
Anatole: [Take the flowers. ]
Kidd: [Why are you transferring money to me for no reason? ]
This time, Anatole didn't type, but sent him a voice message directly. Kidd clicked it and listened closely. In the background he could hear the sound of running water, as if in a bathroom. Anatol laughed, his voice deep and hoarse:
"Is it not okay for me to spend the money I earn myself? You will call me husband after I marry you anyway."
Kidd turned on the radio, and his scalp went numb as he listened. He blushed and squeezed his legs together. These words are obviously disgusting, but combined with the shower scene and the size of the other person's penis, one can't help but imagine.
Kidd replied slowly: [Yes, thank you]
Omit those two words.
Anatole: [I heard you shout in your heart. ]
Kidd: [(covering face.jpg) No! By the way, don’t forget to measure your wrist circumference and tell me the size. ]
Anatole finished his shower, rubbed his hair with a towel, and replied with one hand: [What do you want this for? ]
Kidd was puzzled: [Didn’t you say that other alphas have small shell-shaped colored strings? Let me make one for you too. I've bought all the material packs. ]
Anatol's brows tightened. That little bastard actually went behind his back to ask his future wife for something. He typed heavily:
[Oh, I almost forgot. Then please edit it and bring it to me tomorrow. ]
[Go to bed early and stop playing with the terminal. ]
Kidd was speechless. This person had sounded so pitiful before, as if no one loved him, and yet he kept pestering him to give him a small bracelet. Why are you so uninterested now and seem so perfunctory?
It's like schizophrenia.
Kidd shook his head and turned over in bed. He wanted to sleep but couldn't, so he got up and played games on the terminal.
His gaming buddy was online right then.
The other party should be from the ocean tribe, his ID is [Obedient Little Whale], he doesn't look very old, and he follows Kidd around all day long, calling him "brother".
There was an event in the game a while ago, and they formed a romantic relationship for the dungeon rewards.
In the public channel, [Obedient Little Whale] was chatting with his teammates, and when he saw Kidd come online, he said:
[I won’t be in the group with you guys today, my wife is here]
[Obedient little whale] Poke you: [Good evening, my wife~ (kneeling.jpg)]
There are many people in their group, and they often make jokes and call each other wife. Although it was the first time Kidd was called that, he didn't mind it, so he responded and replied:
[French Fries King]: [(Cool Sunglasses.jpg) Let’s go, my wife will take you flying! ]
…
On the other side, Anatole went downstairs to find the medicine box, took the bruise-removing spray upstairs, and prepared to treat the injuries he suffered in today's fight.
Sitting back on the bed, he glanced at the terminal and found that the breathing light was flashing.
He turned on the screen and saw a screenshot that Levitra had deliberately sent him.
——My wife will take you flying.
Anato's pupils were dark, and he squeezed the bottle in his hand hard, as if he was squeezing his brother's skull.
The next day, he waited in Kidd's house early. When Kidd took out the colorful rope bracelet, he immediately snatched it and put it on his hand openly.
Anatole took a photo of the two holding hands and posted it on WeChat Moments, captioning:
[A token of love that I will wear forever]
After a while, a large number of blessings appeared below. Anatol brushed his teeth, and his mood improved a little. He pulled Kid over and kissed him, kneaded the little seagull's slender waist, and raised his sharp eyebrows:
"Give your husband some face and give him a thumbs up."
Kidd ordered, and Anatole excitedly pressed him under the coconut tree, pried open his lips and teeth, and sucked violently with the tip of his tongue.
Kidd's breath was hot and sticky from his kiss, and he felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes dazedly, he caught a glimpse of a gloomy figure in the small park in the distance through Anatole's steep and tall nose.
He thought the other person was just passing by and looking at the scenery.
Little did he know that Levi was staring at the colored rope in Anatto's hand.
——That’s mine…it’s mine, mine, mine, mine——!
Kill my brother and take it back!
·
In the main ship, in the corridor outside the Revolutionary Army's headquarters room.
The sailor sat in a chair and stared at the faded bracelet on his wrist.
This was the first gift the little seagull gave him, but it was snatched away by his brother who had ulterior motives. If that incident hadn't happened, he would have had no chance to take it back.
It’s a pity that Anatole wore it for too long and all the shells fell off.
The sailor wanted Kidd to help him mend a few, but Kidd always refused, saying that he didn't have time to do it.
The sailor felt disappointed at first, but then he thought that Kidd must still hate "Anatole".
After all, if his brother hadn't acted rashly, Bridge Planet wouldn't have been invaded by the Federation, Kidd's parents wouldn't have died, and he wouldn't have cut off his omega gland to avoid being humiliated in public.
All the sufferings that Kidd endured were caused by Anatole.
As a younger brother, isn't it only natural for him to stay with Kidd instead of Anatole and use his body to atone for his sister-in-law's sins?
Even though he knew his brother was dead and could no longer compete with him for Kidd, the sailor still felt a strong sense of revenge when he thought of it. He couldn't even control his expression and curled the corners of his mouth.
An inorganic gaze suddenly fell on him.
The sailor looked up warily and found that it was just an ordinary medical android. The other party acted as a messenger and called him into the command room for a chat.
The sailor was able to see Bai Ling.
Bai Ling nodded: "You came at the right time, I am short of manpower."
The sailor immediately said: "As long as I can save Kidd, I am willing to do anything."
Bai Ling looked at him deeply and said nothing more, only asking him to obey orders and put Kidd's life first under any circumstances.
The sailor was worried: "But Kidd's bracelet was blocked as soon as he entered Columbus. I can't get his location. Maybe you have another way?"
Bai Ling: "Don't worry about that. We have a way to locate it."
The sailor's expression eased a little: "There is such high technology."
Bai Ling was a little confused: "...well, biotechnology, I guess."
He doesn't want to talk about it when it comes to this. When the rescue plan was first formulated, how to find the location where Kidd was imprisoned became the most important problem.
Everyone was at a loss, but unexpectedly a bionic man suddenly spoke up and said confidently, "This is not a problem."
Everyone looked at the humanoid prop that was suspected to be used as a pacifier for Commander Bai during his estrus period. Bai Ling almost couldn't hold back his expression, and quickly pulled the big piece of iron aside and questioned him roughly.
Upon asking, I found out that Yu Chen had anticipated this and had taken some precautions in advance.
Bai Ling was confused and asked him what the measure was and why he had no impression of it.
Yu Chen casually mentioned, "You should have eaten the mushroom rice provided by the logistics department before. It was very delicious. Kidd also ate it."
Bai Ling: “…”
The changes of emotions on Falcon's face were very interesting.
Bai Ling gnashed his teeth and said, "What did you put in this new thing? Spiritual silk?"
The merman nodded gently.
Seeing Bai Ling's face turning increasingly green, he explained lightly, "But the mushrooms are indeed real mushrooms, with all the trace elements present, don't worry. I only added a little spiritual thread, and under my control, it won't have any negative effects, and it will dissolve in the blood within seven days."
Cen Yan said that the drug could be metabolized, but Bai Ling didn't believe it. But this guy said it could be metabolized, and Bai Ling believed it.
Although the fish's accumulated credit had been mostly used up by him because of its strange methods. Bai Ling was still willing to lend money and trusted him.
But, adding spirit silk to mushroom rice or something... Bai Ling couldn't help but get goose bumps. How could someone make such a ridiculous thing of a serious protective measure?
Those are spirit shreds, not pickled mustard shreds!
He was too embarrassed to tell others that he had such a crazy husband.
When people hear this, they will scold you, "Isupalaiso, you old devil, they have wronged you in every case."
The fish didn't take it seriously. Instead, it said with reason, "The other party's technology is superior to ours. If they use electronic locators, they will definitely be found and thrown away. Eating them is much more concealed."
"Besides, I have always felt that the deaths of Shi Luolan and Savoy I were strange. Now it is your turn to be the leader of the pack, so you have to be prepared in advance."
Bai Ling knew what he had to guard against.
——Head shaving operation.
"Operation Headshaving" refers to the practice of one side specifically training spies to assassinate the military and political leaders of the other side. Especially for their revolutionary army, killing the leader is equivalent to killing the big wolf. The remaining soldiers can easily become a group of scattered sand due to lack of organizational experience.
In order to prevent such actions, Bai Ling had already issued internal orders to adopt a "multi-headed" strategy - that is, there is only one top leader, but there can be five second-in-commands. Once someone is assassinated, the next general in line will immediately take over.
The most practical way to deal with "beheading" is to continuously generate internal talents and allow them to develop new talents.
Bai Ling is not afraid of death at all now. If he dies, Sava and others will come up to replace him. So if the fish is going to go crazy, he will just go crazy with it to the end.
He comforted himself and forced himself to ignore a fact—
The mermaid loves him so much, she must treat him specially. If she is not familiar with him, she would feed him some harmless mushroom rice. But if she is so familiar with him... I don't know what she would feed him.
To be honest, you can't think too much about this matter. If you think too much, Bai Ling will find everything very suspicious, from small things like toilet paper to big things like the quilt on the bed.
Afterwards, Bai Ling gave instructions to the sailors and prepared to send the mermaid away.
In ten minutes, they would plunge into the atmosphere. In order to ensure the safety of flight and landing, the mermaid, the cyber defense mother machine, must go back and concentrate on calculations.
I originally thought that I just needed to send the android back to the warehouse, but when I walked over I realized something was wrong.
"Aren't you returning the prosthetic body? Why are you coming to the incinerator?" Bai Ling looked up and down at this huge space at the bottom of the cabin.
Yu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a natural and matter-of-fact tone: "I won't allow anyone else to use anything that has touched your body fluids."
Bai Ling raised his eyebrows and deliberately asked him: "Does it include you?"
The old man readily agreed, "Of course."
Bai Ling likes this twisted and loyal husband. He hugged the mermaid and patted the alpha's strong and firm buttocks, like driving a horse away, and said with a smile, "Go ahead, stingy guy."
Then he stepped back a little and watched the android walk into the incinerator door.
The moment the button was pressed, a blazing, bright fire engulfed it in the blink of an eye. The mermaid said gently, "See you later," and the thick steel door slammed shut.
The bionic man was burned to ashes by the high temperature of 2000 degrees, but he did not seem to be dead. It was more like an evil ghost who was summoned by the master of the contract and temporarily came to the human world, but was teleported back to hell in an instant.
·
The door opened with a creak and then slammed shut.
It was six o'clock in the morning on New Columbus, and it was pitch dark outside. Shrouded in thick fog, the city was silent and without a sound.
Wenhao sat in front of the window, looking at the outline of the hospital building emerging from the gray fog in the distance, and felt an inexplicable tiredness.
He has been here for two and a half months, but he still hasn't gotten used to the planet's 48-hour rotation - this is equivalent to him having one day of polar day and then another day of polar night. The next time he sees the sun will be at six o'clock tomorrow morning.
The writer doesn't like this kind of life very much. He used to live on the Mediterranean coast of Earth, where the four seasons were distinct and the climate was pleasant, which was much more comfortable than this alien planet.
To this, his friend consoled him: "Just pretend you are an Eskimo living in the Arctic Circle."
Wen Hao: "Then I'm still short of two drooling huskies under my seat."
A friend joked: "That's not a problem. Just tell the sect and they'll deliver it tomorrow."
They purchased a policy for $3 billion that promised to cover all their life needs.
But Wenhao declined his friend's suggestion because he never liked keeping dogs. Four hundred years ago, he divorced his ex-wife because her big-eared, smelly beagle tore up his manuscripts.
At that time, he was so angry that he beat the stinky dog hard with his cane.
His wife rushed over and started crying and yelling at him, "Why do you blame the puppy for your inability to write?"
The writer said angrily that it was the dog that ate his manuscript.
The wife mindlessly defended the dog, "So what? It's just a poor lab dog. What's wrong with eating some paper? I don't understand how there can be someone as unsympathetic as you in the world."
Wen Hao said: "My dear, they are just animals. The word compassion is invented by humans. I will not waste it on animals."
After hearing this, his wife spat loudly, took the dog back to her parents' home, and soon sent him a divorce application.
The rift between them had existed for a long time, and divorce was what everyone expected. He signed the paper without any burden. Later, when the nuclear war broke out, he used his connections to get the insurance policy from a friend and never heard any news about the woman again.
"Knock, knock!" Two knocks on the door brought the writer back to his senses.
He opened the door and saw his nominal friend, the fat and amiable Sir, standing in the corridor.
Mr. Jazz's real name is not Jazz.
This guy made a lot of money from online media when he was young. With his wallet full, he immediately went to a small country and bought a noble title. From then on, this guy would wear his jazz medal at every party and play jazz music happily.
He has a wide range of jazz interests and greatly respects and admires men of letters.
When he learned that a national treasure-level writer from the Mediterranean was vacationing with him in an InterContinental Hotel, he immediately paid for the other party's room number, brought a bottle of famous wine worth 500,000 yuan, and happily knocked on the door of the writer.
The original name of the writer was not Wenhao.
He became famous at a young age, wrote a book that amazed the world and won him many literary awards, so he was named a national treasure writer. But God is stingy. He gave him billions in copyright fees, but also made him indulge in high-class life and completely lose his desire to express himself.
But he is quick-witted and is doing well in the circle even without any new works coming out. No matter what kind of celebrity gathering it is, his name will definitely appear on the invitation.
He spent thirty years in this way, living a life of debauchery. From the age of fifty, people gradually forgot his works and name, and only remembered his symbolic status in the circle. People would point at him and introduce him enthusiastically, "This is our billionaire writer!"
At this time, the literary giant would coldly and proudly say his famous saying, "Vulgar, but words are priceless."
But these are all things of the past. The literary giant is no longer the same as before, and now he is trapped in the body of a middle-aged omega.
In the words of the jazzman, "Just looking at your face, you can tell your uterus is atrophied."
If Wenhao looked unhappy and sullen, Jazz would comfort him: "But it doesn't matter. It's just a temporary suit anyway. Once they capture more kids, we can line up to change into fresh bodies."
They lined up with their policy numbers.
According to world practice, the more money you give, the more priority you get. If you are rich enough, you can also get special services - such as putting your frozen sperm in the body of an animal woman to create a child with your own genes and able to resist alien radiation.
Then transfer the consciousness into the child's body.
Treat yourself as your own grandson.
However, most users will not choose this approach. First, it is expensive. The cost of freezing sperm or eggs for four hundred years is an astronomical figure.
Second, they would rather integrate directly into the local families. It is like a large role-playing game. Without the knowledge of the NPCs, you can replace the souls of their family members, enjoy their unconditional love, inherit the social relationships of the original owners, and start an immersive tour - how fun is that! It is ten thousand times more interesting than simply creating a body and repeating the extravagant life they lived four hundred years ago.
Although the literary giant once sharply complained that "the world of common people is nothing more than a large playground for the rich", he also admitted that this way of directly experiencing other people's lives is very avant-garde, explosive, and playable.
It will definitely give the rich people who have become numb from spending money a new adrenaline rush.
The literary giant once thought that perhaps he could use this experience to write something extraordinary again, so he chose the body of a middle-aged man.
But unfortunately, this middle-aged man O has no family, husband or children, and he doesn't even have any savings. Male O runs a children's theater, but since the change of dynasty, the economy has declined and the theater has closed down due to poor management.
Male O can only live above the theater and lead a poor life.
When Wenhao woke up, his brain received the memories of the original owner, and his first reaction was - I am so poor, who will cook for me and wipe my feet?
Fortunately, the cult was thoughtful and told them: "Don't worry, we will provide you with all the necessities you need for life. After the revolutionaries are defeated, you will be transferred to a more comfortable and luxurious place. Please be patient for the time being."
Sometimes the cult would assign them some tasks that they could do, so that they could feel involved in the game.
The literary giant also found a place to use his talents.
A while ago, he wrote a book called "The Secret Life of the Last Emperor". Although it was all made up by him, the people in the interstellar space were very fond of it and it sold very well.
Mr. Jazz praised happily: "As expected of you, literary giant!"
The writer was not very happy, but instead poured cold water on him, saying, "This is just a fabricated bestseller, it has no value at all."
"How can you say that?" Sir asked in surprise, "Do you still have that dream?"
The writer was startled, and rubbed his fingers calmly, "What dream?"
"When you were thirty, you told me that you wanted to write a masterpiece that would be remembered for generations and become a world-class writer. You also wanted all children to read your book, and it would become a must-read in textbooks and be remembered for generations."
Wenhao: "How could that be? I haven't written those things for a long time."
Sir breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. You know, the cult is very sensitive about these things. Let's just enjoy our new life and not think about any illusory creations. Anyway--"
The writer said the classic quote for him, "We are all rich anyway."
·
Mr. Jazz sat and chatted with him for a while, then looked at the time and hurriedly left.
"The fog outside is getting thicker. You must not go out."
Wenhao nodded and watched him slide down the stairs in a fat manner.
After closing the door, Wen Hao dragged his feet through the empty and shabby living room and came to the study inside.
As soon as he opened the door, the wind blew up the papers on the table and they flew to his feet like butterflies. The literary giant bent down and picked up the piece of paper. There were words written on it. When he looked up again, he saw a pile of manuscripts scattered on the table.
The chapter title on one of the pages reads, [Interstellar 400 Years: Day 19 of Arriving at the Animal Planet]
Wen Hao took the paper, sat back in his chair, put it into the loose-leaf book, and then sighed heavily.
He deceived his friends.
After waking up, he inexplicably wrote a lot of things. The more he wrote, the more excited he became. Recently, he even reached the point of neglecting food and sleep.
He was very clear that an unprecedented documentary masterpiece would be born in his hands.
This should have made him ecstatic, because this was the inspiration he had been craving day and night for the past forty years of his life.
However, a huge problem was placed before him.
These texts were filled with the deeds of the cult, as well as the vivid performances of the rich people on Earth from the beginning of the plan to the present. If he dared to publish them, he would become a traitor and a scum in everyone's eyes and be brutally killed.
So even if he finished writing it, it would have to be put aside and hidden forever.
It will never become a must-read book and be praised by the world.
The literary giant looked dejected and put all the manuscripts back on the cabinet. He lay on the cold bed, looking out the window at the increasingly thick fog, his vision blurry.
Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. The color of the mist seemed to fade a little, as if it was illuminated by something.
He sat up, walked to the window covered with water droplets, wiped them with his hand, and looked out carefully.
Above the thick darkness, a ray of light streaked across the night sky at an extremely fast speed, penetrated the energy shield, and quickly slowed down due to the violent friction with the air. Its tail flame was bright, like an unexpected meteor, dragging its long, brilliant tail and falling to the ground outside the city.
It is the only light in the long night.
The terminal vibrated, and Wen Hao looked down. It was an urgent notice:
[Revolutionary rebels are invading, everyone please go to the shelter immediately! ]
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