Chapter 289 The public blood bag touched my bones
September 25
Good evening.
Things are finally taking a turn for the better. Can't wait to tell you that I got a bionic mechanical bird.
But for some reason, I have a lot of trouble getting along with it, as if I was born with a problem with it. Today I got suspicious and grabbed his neck to interrogate him. He actually told me that he was going to lay an egg in my mouth.
This is horrible.
At that moment, I deeply doubted whether he was sent by my brother to torture me. Because sitting on the face and pulling the balls is such an indecent act, it seems like a new method of torture.
I told the mechanical bird, you can't do this, I will not accept such insults.
His expression froze for a moment, as if he had heard a huge joke. "Insult? You call this an insult?"
"Of course," I emphasized. Especially after learning that the omegas in the red-light district were forced to take drugs every day and lay eggs for the customers to eat, I hated this behavior.
"I will never go along with those people, and I will never open my mouth to eat eggs."
The bird was stunned, as if it knew for the first time that I was still a gentleman. Yes, I have to let him know.
Finally, he gave up arguing with me, filled the water tank himself, and said angrily, "Ah, yes, yes, you would rather die than open your mouth to lick the balls."
"Also, please don't call me Fish Fry," I requested reasonably.
"Why?" He always has lots of little questions. Of the fifty kilograms of scrap copper and iron, forty-nine kilograms are rebellious.
"That's too intimate. In our ocean tribe, only lovers and family members call each other that."
I kindly told the bird to give him some new concepts of the human era. But he seemed unwilling to listen. I don't know what had touched his niyu, but he got angry and walked away without paying any attention to me.
I grabbed the rope and pulled him back.
The bird looked terribly angry. If it had feathers, they would have exploded.
I imagined the scene and felt strangely happy. This mentality is so bad that if my psychologist knew about it, he would definitely give me a “poor” grade in my monthly rating.
I decided to apologize to him and tell him that I always couldn't help being suspicious. This is an old habit of mine and I hope he can be more tolerant.
The mechanical bird expressed doubt about my changing expression like turning the pages of a book, crossed its arms and asked, "Do you believe me now?"
This question is difficult to explain. In fact, living in that kind of "family", my judgment has become unusually sensitive. I believe that emotions and micro-expressions cannot lie, just like even the most skilled secret agents can reveal their true selves sometimes. I can tell that this bionic man has no bad intentions, he is just a little weird and out of tune with the environment in every aspect.
I know he is a good person, but sometimes I can't help but speculate and then suddenly explode. My psychiatrist said it was a traumatic flashback, and that many times it was a neurological defensive response. Just like I poisoned my father.
Because of this problem, I couldn't live a normal life for a long time.
Almost without exception, all of my university rejection letters were sent to me by my brother in desperation after he had explained my situation to the school in “details”.
They said I was incredibly dangerous and could kill or injure a fellow student.
I am not suitable for group life.
Sometimes, I hate myself for being like this. So weak, so weak that I feel ashamed to write it on paper now. If there is magic in the world, I hope there is a way to split my damaged consciousness, leaving the bad, numb half, and let it represent me in the world.
But this is just some wild speculation. My mental strength is too weak to separate myself. At most, I can save a little bit to make a small alarm clock or a small gadget.
Now back to me and my bionic bird.
It seemed like his companionship mode was set too high, and he was extremely affectionate with me. He had physical contact with me and had no sense of boundaries. He even cracked the sunflower seeds I put in a small box as if they were melon seeds.
This awful guy, is his model a parrot?
Fortunately, I don’t have any sunflower seeds to use for the time being. It was autumn now, so I collected some seeds and made simple handicrafts to sell. The most popular ones were fruit necklaces, which used pine cones, eucalyptus, and small starfish. There are also buttons made from avocado pits, which need to be dried first and then filed little by little with a knife into the shape of small animals. They are very suitable for sewing on hand-knitted sweaters.
These things are not difficult. I can’t sleep when I’m on a car or a boat, so I get up and do a dozen of them when I have time. It's a large number when accumulated, and it's very interesting to choose from.
Actually, I have been doing this for a while. The reason I only remembered to talk about it today is because the mechanical bird kept asking questions with great interest while I was setting up my stall. He also praised me for my good work and my cleverness, saying, "You've always been good at manual labor!"
It seems like what I am doing is the greatest cause in the world.
I felt a little embarrassed and asked him to stop talking. But he picked up a bag of buttons and rushed out to help me sell them - or rather, to force me to buy them.
I watched in amazement as he sold all his products in half an hour. Bird seemed to be experienced in selling goods at subway stations. His sales skills were far superior to mine. Finally, he dusted off his hands, walked up to me proudly, took out a stack of bills from the interlayer of his steel hip bone, and waved it at me. "Done, let's go."
I kept asking him how it sold so quickly.
He said, "It's simple. Whenever they ask me who did it, I point to you from a distance and say, 'See that lonely little widower? He lost his wife when he was only 19 years old, but he is so loyal that he works hard every day to avenge his wife. So buy it quickly for the sake of his sad face.'"
I declined his story, saying, "Although it is very touching, I will not get married."
"Oh, really?" the bird hummed twice.
"I am a non-marriage advocate."
The mechanical bird was overjoyed and asked me if I knew there was a kind of fish that claimed to be celibate but actually proposed to his wife twice and married her three times. Ask me if it's funny.
I thought about it for a moment, "With the same person? Then he must love the other person very much."
The mechanical bird stopped smiling.
As you walk into the underground passage, you will be greeted by a strong floral scent. The vendors were selling flowers at the station. The prices were not great, but tomorrow was the local Friendship Day and passers-by were willing to buy a bouquet to take home.
Speaking of Friendship Day, I prepared gifts for each of my friends. Add two spoonfuls of honey to the yeast and a little liquid fertilizer to the cornflowers.
Should I send him something? What should I give as a gift? Let me make it clear that I don’t have too much preference, I just don’t want to favor one over the other. Besides, his former master, the tyrant, should be much more generous than me. Will he dislike my gift?
I'm afraid I don't have time to prepare everything today. After all, the most urgent thing is to fill my stomach first.
Due to financial constraints, I was unable to fully appreciate the taste of local dishes and could only eat cheap snacks. I asked the bird, is there anything special you want to eat? He thought and thought, but then he suggested, "Let's go have mackerel on bread."
"You're a bird, why are you eating this?"
“I love to eat.”
"Really?"
He just smiled and said nothing.
I kind of like him. In this world, it is difficult to find someone who shares your taste, let alone a bionic man.
While I was eating, the guy at the next table took a fancy to my ring and asked me where I bought it.
I politely told the other party that it was homemade and had a personal emblem on it. If you want to customize a similar style, I can buy the materials and make it overnight.
The man was eager to buy it, but only wanted the one I had, and he offered a very fair price. I couldn't refuse directly, so I could only lie and say that it had already been reserved for someone else.
The other party walked away disappointed. When I turned around, I saw the bird holding its cheek, the candlelight dyed its cheeks red, and it was looking at me with a smile.
Only then did I notice that his eyes were very bright, not the lifeless resin eyes of those bionic people I saw on the street, but like those of a real human. It seems that through these eyes, I can glimpse a distant yet intimate soul.
Its companion mode is really well designed.
I almost thought I was dating a real person.
After dinner, I decided to go out for a walk. I walked west before sunset, climbed a hill, and sat on the stone railing, swinging my legs. Wait until the sunlight gradually fades, then go under the tree to pick up various fruits and do some meaningless yet happy stupid things. We were all tired, but very happy. My face felt abnormally hot. The bird leaned on my shoulder and squinted its eyes, as if it could be blown to sleep by the wind at any time.
But the good times didn't last long, my brother called me.
The big brother, the honorable black-tailed mermaid, said that the cub was not in good health and asked me to go over.
The aircraft that's coming to pick me up will be here in ten minutes. I'm not surprised that they knew where I was, after all, they have eyes everywhere. It was easy for them to find me.
I let the mechanical bird go back first.
But when he heard that I was going to see my brother, he suddenly became serious and insisted on going with me no matter what.
I told him, "No, absolutely not. You are my most important property. You need to go back to the hotel and guard my other property."
The mechanical bird looked like it wanted to fight me, and said angrily, "Those tattered leaves of yours are nothing but property! What is truly valuable is you, yourself!"
Am I valuable? I don't even know if I can sell myself and get a tractor.
I had no choice but to put on a stern face and loosen the rope that tied him while threatening, "You must be obedient. You said you would be loyal to me."
"What about you!"
"Me what?"
"You also have to promise me that you will come back in one piece."
How could there be such a domineering bionic man? Whole milk tyrant, look what you taught him.
"It depends on the situation." I walked onto the aircraft ruthlessly.
I paused, and couldn't help but turn around and tell him, "Anyway, I'll try to be back within an hour."
The soldier pointed his gun at both of us. The mechanical bird remained silent, and I remained silent all the way.
The aircraft landed at a luxurious lakeside estate, and as the passengers stepped down, they were addressed as "Your Highness" repeatedly. Twenty minutes ago, I was still walking with him in the soft soil like dark chocolate cake, looking at the orange-red sea; twenty minutes later, I was enveloped by the stench of money and power.
There is nothing much to say about what happened next.
The cubs of Terrazhen are born with congenital deficiencies and need nutritional supplements. As the most hated merman and the tribe's common blood bag, it is only natural that I should contribute some flesh and blood to my honorable "nephew".
They brought a scale, and I expertly cut off a pound of meat, put it on, and told them that the weight was enough and that it was okay, so I left.
Terazhen may be too busy to come out and see me. This was a good thing, as it allowed me to get back to the hotel within an hour.
It was raining heavily outside, I didn't have an umbrella, and those people were unwilling to give me a walk, so I ran half a street in the rain. The mechanical bird was waiting for me at the door eagerly, as if it would rush out like a rocket if I didn't come back on time.
"It's good that you're back. I was just looking for you." He was relieved to see that I was safe and sound.
I smiled and suddenly wanted to touch his head.
"Your pants look dirty. Did you fall just now?" He was more attentive than his slender appearance suggested. As he spoke, he started to smooth down my trouser legs.
He discovered the wound on my leg where the flesh had been gouged.
I touched my bones and it itched a little.
He became sad and furious, and this time he really rushed into the rain, wanting to fight to the death with something in the dark night. I quickly grabbed him from behind, dragged him into the hotel, and pressed him on the bed. He seemed to be injured somewhere, and he kept breathing heavily and struggling. I had no choice but to bend over and hug him.
I don't know how others comfort the runaway little robot. Anyway, my method is useful.
The room was pitch dark, and moisture from the rain seeped up onto the old carpet. He stroked my face with trembling fingers, and kept persuading me like a possessed man: "Run away... Let's run away, if we can't win, we can run away!"
I stroked his back and said, "Okay, that's exactly what I meant."
Terajna is an insatiable fish. He will definitely come find me again.
So in the early hours of the morning, we started our escape on a rainy night. The heavy rain was so cold that it soaked us all like drowned rats and fish. We bought a cheap night boat ticket, a lower berth in a six-person room. The boat hasn't docked yet, so we have to wait another hour and a half.
I was surrounded by tired travelers, and I was no better than them. Niao helped me bandage the wound simply, and I comforted him, saying that it was okay and that the flesh would heal in a month.
He didn't say anything, but just forced me to sit down and lie on his lap to rest for a while. I'm sorry, but it's been a long day and I'm so tired, maybe I should...
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With a click, the notebook fell from the relaxed fingers and was caught by quick hands and eyes.
Bai Ling glanced at the sleeping mermaid, making sure he didn't wake him up, then he held the diary in one hand and quietly turned it over with his thumb.
He wanted to see what was written on the pages that Iverson had torn off.
But whether it was out of conscience or homesickness, he closed the cover and suddenly didn't want to read it anymore.
He still sat upright vigilantly, his posture as dignified as a guard, ignoring the curious glances of passers-by and keeping his fish strictly by his side.
It's windy. The lights of the giant passenger ship were dim in the rainstorm, and cold raindrops poured onto the platform. Some passengers could not wait to stand up and step forward, and those who were on the run were no less eager.
Bai Ling walked towards the gate quickly with his luggage on his back. Ifas followed behind, walking more slowly but keeping close to him.
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse and saw pink, purple, white, freesia, green daffodils and jasmine all gathered together, with an intoxicating fragrance.
The hand that was held loosened, the golden hair fluttered in the rain, and the young mermaid trotted towards the vendor with her broken legs. He still had thirty hidden in his scales, he thought. He knew the bird was looking at him anxiously, so he turned around and gestured to the bird from a distance, "—Wait a moment."
It's wrapped. A piece of transparent plastic paper tied with a long ribbon, and the pretty and refreshing little Jasmine was handed from the vendor to the young mermaid, who then trotted over to Bai Ling.
"The remaining money is just enough to buy this." The mermaid didn't care and made up an excuse.
On a rainy night, while on the run, he impulsively gave flowers to the bionic mechanical bird. What if you were caught while buying flowers? Not enough money? The bird doesn't like it? He didn't think about anything, he just followed his heart, the purest "I want to do it" in that moment, and he didn't care even if he died for it at that moment.
Who is Xiao Yi? He is the one who bought me flowers while I was on the run.
He is still the same, romantic without caring about other people's lives.
Bai Ling cursed in his heart and criticized the fish madly, but he was overjoyed. He held little Jasmine tightly to his chest, and with his other hand he tried to hold the young mermaid, saying fiercely, "Go!"
I must find a chance tonight to secretly kiss him.
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