"Get me a room on the 8th floor."
"Excuse me, sir, floors 8 through 10 are already booked. Is the 11th floor okay?"
Cladding? That's quite a feat.
"The 7th floor, the suite on the west side."
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."
The reason for determining it to be the 8th floor is that Gao Feng determined the elevator's running time by the interval between the opening and closing of the elevator doors.
Multiplying this by the elevator's approximate operating speed of 1.5 MS, we can determine the living height of these three individuals.
He had previously observed the approximate height of each floor of the Four Seasons Hotel and calculated the floor number they were staying on by dividing the living height by the floor height.
He could roughly determine the location of each room from the sound of their footsteps. The boy with the ring was the thinnest, so his footsteps were the lightest and he walked the farthest. His room was obviously far away from the other two, probably at the opposite end of the floor.
The two ends of the floor were suites, and I didn't expect this guy's treatment to be much better than the other two.
As for why Gao Feng knew that both ends were suites, well... because he saw the computer screen reflected in the front desk's pupils.
Hearing the chaotic footsteps upstairs, Gao Feng frowned.
This guy seems perfectly normal, but judging from the noise he's making, he's acting like a lunatic, jumping around here and there, and muttering something every now and then.
Moreover, much of what he said did not conform to the grammar rules taught by his English teachers, and there were many slang terms, although he could still understand some of the F**K and S***T mixed in.
It was clear that this guy was either furious or extremely panicked, and Gao Ang was a little confused as to why he was like this.
"I really regret not learning English well when I was in college."
That's really frustrating. You can hear what this guy is saying, but you don't understand what he's saying. That feeling is the most torturous.
"Hey, it's okay if I don't understand, translation software will."
There's no way to record this guy from the seventh floor, but he can climb the stairs.
It's only just getting dark now, and climbing the building rashly would easily be seen by the people around. Even if we wanted to climb the building, we should wait until the middle of the night before we could do it.
Then another question arises: this guy might have been asleep by then.
He also tried to see if he could repeat what the guy said and have the translation software translate it into Mandarin.
However, reality slapped him hard again. He could remember those words, but he just couldn't say them.
I always feel like my tongue is either too long or too short, or it's just swirling around and I can't repeat what I said.
"Perhaps this is what it means to feel powerless."
He originally thought that after the mutation, his brain would become omnipotent, able to learn anything quickly, and remember anything after hearing it only once.
The reality is that he can indeed remember everything he sees; he can store many things he has seen, such as people's faces, voices, or other characteristics, in his brain for a long time.
However, there is a prerequisite: he must understand these things in order to quickly digest and analyze them. Otherwise, it's like this guy's English—you can hear it but you can't understand it.
When applied to other languages, it means you can see it but can't understand it.
"It seems that the study plans that were previously shelved will have to be put back on the agenda."
Lying on the sofa, Gao Yang's mouth was full of bitterness.
He had a good grasp of the guy upstairs's every word and action. Since returning to the Four Seasons Hotel, none of the three of them had gone out.
The food and drinks were ordered directly from the catering department, which was probably also handled by their company.
Gao Ang focused his main attention on this guy, and he actually discovered some strange things.
From his earlier disordered footsteps and muttering, he could tell that this guy was probably a short-tempered person.
But when it comes to meals, this guy is as quiet as a prince.
Gao Ang could clearly hear the sound of him setting the tableware, handling it gently and solemnly.
He cut the steak with very even pressure, and the sound of the knife, fork, and cutlery was very quiet, which was the complete opposite of his previous irritable personality.
If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he wouldn't have believed that it was one person performing two sets of movements.
"Could this guy be a person with dissociative identity disorder?" In other words, a person with a mental illness.
He's a volatile maniac when he's not eating, but as soon as it's mealtime, he immediately transforms into a refined gentleman.
Or is it that when he strictly controls himself, he is like an ordinary person, but once he unleashes his true nature, he becomes a demon?
After dinner, this guy watched an episode of an American TV series. Hearing the familiar voice of the male lead, "Red Devil," Gao Feng easily knew the name of the show: "The Blacklist."
After watching an episode of a TV series, this guy finally went out. Judging from his footsteps, he went into his colleague's room.
A short while later, another person's phone rang, followed by the sound of someone swiping to unlock it.
Then this person went out the door and entered the room of the person who had been there before.
The three people talked about something, probably a work-related issue, because Gao Ang heard the word 'Work'.
The process didn't last long, about two minutes, when the boy with the ring seemed to say 'Hey,' and then all sound stopped abruptly.
Then the boy with the thumb ring left the room, closing the door behind him.
After returning to his room, the boy with the ring turned on his phone and seemed to be busy with something. Then there was the sound of Alipay transferring money, as if he was transferring money to someone.
During this time, the boy with the thumb ring also made some strange noises, such as 'Beautiful' and 'Sexy'.
Five minutes later, the boy with the thumb ring went into the bathroom, followed by the sound of a shower, indicating he was taking a bath.
In the other room, nothing seemed amiss, except that Gao Ang could tell there were two people inside, and their breathing was becoming increasingly rapid, their heartbeats increasingly violent, as if they were doing strenuous exercise.
I've long heard that Western countries are very open-minded. Could it be that these two people prefer that kind of thing?
But there was no sound at all; apart from breathing and heartbeats, there was no sound of flesh rubbing together.
"Are you watching porn?"
"Wow, two old men watching porn together..."
As Gao Feng sketched out the scene, he immediately felt a chill run down his spine. It was absolutely disgusting!
Twenty minutes later, the pleasant sound of high heels clicking on the floor drifted in, followed by the ring-wearing boy opening the door, kissing, and panting...
"Damn, this guy's a lecherous bastard too!"
He's been hearing that sound too much lately, mostly 'unintentionally' during listening practice.
At first, there was a thrill of snooping on other people's privacy, but after hearing it so many times, it just became the same, and the initial excitement was long gone.
With his improved self-control, he can completely control his emotions and not get excited whenever he wants.
He has now advanced to another level, inferring the duration of their ceasefire from the frequency of their movements, the sounds of friction, and their breathing.
"The ring-ring boy is quite experienced; the foreplay lasted at least ten minutes. Hmm, his heartbeat isn't fast enough; he seems to be good at keeping his composure and has a good sense of rhythm..."
"This woman is screaming loudly, but her voice is very steady, and her heartbeat is also very steady. It's obviously faking it..."
"Hehe, the woman is getting impatient, looks like she's ready to strike at the heart of the matter..." because Gao Ang heard the sound of some kind of packaging being torn open.
And then...
"Everyone says foreigners are amazing, but they're just like that. The boy with the thumb ring should be able to last 20 minutes."
Gao Ang set a 20-minute alarm on his phone, went to take a shower, and shut down his sense of smell and hearing.
His plan was to wait until the two of them were finished with their work, or until the woman left, and then, late at night, he would 'visit' the boy with the thumb ring.
"Golden shield, forged with blood and sweat."
"Show your skills in times of crisis, show your skills!"
While washing, Gao Ang started howling like a banshee.
This song, "Young Ambition Knows No Sorrow," was a favorite of his mentor. He would often listen to it while drinking a little wine and give them lessons on the philosophy of life.
This has created a situation where every student he teaches can hum this song.
This song is a must-play for mentors on their birthdays or when a student wins an award and holds a party.
I seem to recall that Senior Brother Cao Kun sang quite well, but of course, compared to Gao Ang, he was still a little bit lacking.
While taking a shower, he noticed another problem: it seemed that there was much less dirt coming off his body than before, or rather, almost no dirt at all.
Most of this dirt comes from the solid matter formed by the evaporation of sweat excreted from the body, which adheres to the skin surface.
He was no longer affected by heat or cold, and hadn't seen sweat in a long time.
Another part is the natural shedding of stratum corneum cells. A while ago, there was quite a lot of this dirt, and a large clump could be rubbed off with a single stroke.
"Perhaps the cells have completed their mutation, and the newly generated keratinocytes have already replaced them completely?"
The question is, why didn't the hair fall out?
Why haven't my teeth fallen out?
Could it be that the replacement process of hair, teeth, and other parts of the body is different from that of keratinocytes?
He touched his bald head. No, it's not bald anymore; a little bit of hair has grown out.
Although these hairs were very short, so short as to be negligible, he could clearly feel the presence of the hair ends.
At this growth rate, it would take at least six months to restore his previous thick hair. If the hair growth rate is slower after the mutation, then this time will be extended.
He wanted to pluck a hair and repeat the previous experiment.
Last time he only did the combustion test, not the load-bearing test.
If you've lost your hair, you'll have to look for it elsewhere.
Try it under your armpit.
"Hmm? It's pretty sturdy!"
I tried for ages, but couldn't get a single hair out.
The main reason was that he didn't dare to use too much force because he was already feeling the pain.
The previous inference remains the same: it's not that he lost his pain nerves, but rather that ordinary external stimuli are insufficient for his pain nerves to transmit signals.
Compared to his powerful physique, many external forces are like a tickle.
The alarm clock rang.
Having just finished showering, Gao Ang quickly dried himself off and left the bathroom. He also activated his hearing and smell systems, selecting a channel that was the distance between the ring-ringed boy and his two colleagues, blocking out all other noise.
"Bang bang bang"
What reached my ears was a violent impact sound!
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