Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Spending the Weekend Together
She quickly accepted the arrangement.
Although she had never killed a fish in her previous life, here everyone must have the basic qualities of a warrior, and she will eventually get out of the tower.
They have good intentions and teach various survival skills.
Xu Shanshan turned on the gas stove, poured water into the pot and started heating it.
The refrigerator was opened, and cold air came out. In the freezer, there were neatly stacked fresh-keeping boxes of the same size with various labels on them. I pulled one out out of curiosity and took a little effort to open the lid. It was full of white buns with wrinkles on the top.
I had been planning to find eggs and vegetables to go with my noodles, but I accidentally went to the wrong place and decided to just eat frozen buns. Just as I was about to take the box out, I heard a male voice.
"Let's order food and have it delivered. We don't have much food at home."
The man stood by the door, half of his body exposed, as if he was just suggesting something. She hesitated for a moment, then opened another cabinet door. Pork, pig skin jelly, onions, ginger, garlic...
There was a rolling pin in the locker; it seemed he'd become obsessed with noodles. He closed the locker door and took the food container out of the ice cube tray. "Here are some buns."
“They may not taste good enough.” There’s room for improvement.
"It doesn't matter."
The labels were marked with dates from the past few days. "No need to order takeout, I'll just steam some buns." They were separated and not frozen together. I took out a box and put it in the steamer.
"Do you want to eat?"
"……Um."
She took a few more and put them in the steamer. The sentinel's stomach led to another dimension and could swallow as much as a python.
There are stickers on the electrical appliances with the time and heat marked on them. There is a line through the time, and the numbers were changed manually, probably because of experience gained from practice.
The officer walked into the kitchen and expertly prepared the ingredients, washing and chopping them, then mixing two dipping sauces. His figure was busy, as if he had something else to do.
Water droplets gather inside the glass lid, and the aroma of meat gradually emanates from the vent. In the steamer, at the bottom of the dumplings, the soup makes the thin skin round, and solid meat buns are placed in another place.
She looked outside and found something falling from the second-floor railing. Upon closer inspection, it was a spider. It was spraying spider silk as it descended, freely controlling its own speed.
If I saw correctly, the little mushroom was wrapped up and hung above my head, and the two of them slowly fell to the ground together.
The spider used its mouthparts to bite through the tightly bound silk threads and freed it. Even without the silk thread restraining it, it did not escape, but instead rubbed itself actively.
The next scene surprised her even more.
The spider climbed up the silk thread, constantly spurting out new silk from the spinneret at the end of its abdomen, while the little mushroom followed behind, but a little slower because its feet were a little sticky.
It also wanted to extend the mycelium upwards, but after all, it was a part of itself and could not spray to a height of three meters, so it finally retracted it.
"bite--"
After the heating was finished, she helped carry the plates and placed them on the table. The one she had coveted first was moved in front of her by the man. She used her chopsticks and a spoon to scoop it up, first biting the skin and sucking up the soup, and finally dipping it in the sauce.
Xu Shanshan: "This is delicious, you can have some too."
The man waved his hand to refuse: "I asked a master for advice, and he taught me this." He then explained the key points, including the details of the ingredients and steps.
She didn't hesitate and ate all of it. She reached for the pan-fried buns with her chopsticks, but the man suddenly looked up and said, "It's not kneaded thoroughly, so the taste is not very good." This was the finished product when she first started making it.
She didn't care much and picked it up with chopsticks and took a bite. It was not too soft and tasted okay. The fried bottom was crispy and the dough was soft, with a rich texture of crispy and soft. The sesame seeds added fragrance and the soup was fresh and tender.
"You did this?"
"right."
Xu Shanshan: "It's better than what I ate at school before."
After dinner, there is leisure time. After eating and drinking, turn on the TV, listen to the news, and switch to the entertainment channel.
The man returned to the study to answer the phone and the door closed.
The room became quiet, the wind blew the gauze curtains through the window, and the two spirits had had enough of their noise, so they climbed onto the sofa one after another and squatted together to watch TV, looking surprisingly harmonious.
The building on screen mimics the White Tower, and the actors wear similar uniforms. Look to the lower right corner—"Sentinel Assault," episode 29. The name sounds like a war film.
But after a long time, no battle scene appeared, and the view was pushed to the silent room.
"This is not a place where you can come and go as you please." The heroine called the actor to sit down. They had a conflict and a fierce argument in the previous scene.
The next second, the camera zoomed in on the handsome face. The sentry's expression was struggling, and he asked painfully, "What do you want to do?"
Heroine: "Remember, you are not allowed to leave without my permission!"
“Hahahaha~”
Xu Shanshan couldn't help laughing out loud. As the plot progressed, she found out that it was a romance drama. She searched online and found that the rating was quite high.
The plot is classic, with a domineering guide falling in love with me, or chasing her husband to the crematorium. The drama once won the ratings championship and received rave reviews. The crew is also planning to shoot a second series.
She saw the little mushroom getting excited and actively approaching the spider, and the creature also cooperated, shrinking into a corner of the sofa. It gradually raised its mycelium, blocking the view, and the umbrella handle shook. Then the spider exposed its entire abdomen and fell onto the sofa.
Spirits have their own way of communicating, and since it didn't affect her, she decided not to disturb them. But someone else was disturbed.
Shan Hao: "What's wrong?"
The man walked out of the room and saw her looking at the two spirits playing with a silly smile on her face. A loud soundtrack from a movie or TV series came from the side: "You can get my body, but you can't get my heart!"
It was as if three exclamation points fell on his head. Seeing the boss coming over, she thought the noise was too loud and disturbed his work, so she turned down the volume and said, "I'm watching TV, sir."
"This drama was filmed by a director outside the tower. The plot is illogical and deviates from reality. It is designed to satisfy the public's imagination of the relationship between the White Tower and the sentinels, and also to satisfy the emotional needs of the sentinels."
She nodded, of course she knew that TV dramas were made by people for entertainment purposes and were all fake.
“Don’t bring it into reality.”
It turned out that they were afraid that she would repeat the same mistake. Don't worry, she raised her right hand and made an OK gesture.
The two men sat together, and the man tapped the coffee table with his hand. The spider showed its head from underneath, moved its eight legs, walked to the sofa, then jumped forward and landed on the table. It then wove a web and covered it with its two pairs of forelimbs. The little mushroom also jumped over and was caught.
Their intimate interaction and natural game of catch and throw made the two people present feel a little embarrassed.
Xu Shanshan: "Ahem, stop it."
"Come here." Following the master's command, the spider stepped on the glass surface with its toes and walked to the other side. Seeing that his spirit wanted to follow, he held it down with his hands, ignoring the protests from below, "Behave yourself."
The two spirits separated, and the man looked at the little mushroom, which didn't even struggle, but instead burrowed into his hand.
Shan Hao: "You can try to give it an attack command."
Xu Shanshan circled the spirit body, "This?"
This guy was only aggressive towards her. Even in class, when he was playing with other spirits, he was a complete loser, getting pushed to the ground, rolling around, and even reaching out for her help to stand up.
"Yes, it caused you to hallucinate last time, and I wanted to see how strong its ability is."
"Okay," she released her hand, her eyes moving between the little spider and the man, "Attack it or you?"
In fact, there is not much difference. If the spirit body is injured, it will in turn affect the main body. However, he was worried that it would overreact, so he spread his hands and said, "Come to me."
Holding the small mushroom in the man's hand, he felt the lines and hard calluses on his palm, traces of previous training, and it felt dry to the touch.
The man spread his fingers, his palm wide enough to allow it to stand firmly in the middle.
Shan Hao: “Okay.”
Xu Shanshan gave the order to attack, but worried it would be too heavy-handed, she added, "Don't use too much force."
She carefully observed the man's changes and found that his eyes were moving, as if he was looking at somewhere and his vision was out of focus.
Then I looked at the black spider. Its abdomen was bright red and much larger than its head. Its legs were swinging up and down, and it seemed a little uneasy and wanted to stay away.
Shan Hao's eyes flashed with a different image, as if he were somewhere else. He felt shorter, his gaze lowered, his limbs stouter. A familiar house, a crack on the back of the locked door.
The heart-wrenching cries of children came from outside the window, accompanied by the curses of the neighbors' parents.
He knelt on the terrace, waiting for the moon to rise, from dusk to late at night, until the figure pushed open the door, his mountain-like body shaking the door. They stood aside and discussed, then left calmly and sat down to eat.
He tried to put on a front of his parents' satisfaction, but was always met with sighs of disappointment and subsequent punishment.
The coldness of the snow in winter is so severe that it makes one lose consciousness.
Within a few seconds, the man came to his senses. "This skill is very good. It can buy you valuable time. It can be useful when defending, attacking, or escaping."
Sometimes a single second can determine life or death, but how to get close becomes a problem.
"It can temporarily blind others, confuse their five senses, create terrifying illusions, and make them unable to detect your presence."
After hearing this, she roughly understood that a fragile mage in close combat was most likely to die suddenly. As for close combat, perhaps she would be needed as bait for a sneak attack, so agility was very important.
Shan Hao: "As for the specific applications, you can go down and think about it carefully, not only in combat, but also in other aspects."
The man stood up and said, "Come with me. I have a training subject for you."
In the next two hours, under her guidance, she successfully killed three large lab mice.
It turned out that it had been bought long ago and was waiting for her here.
Neither she nor Little Mushroom was very good at it the first time, and they even felt a little nauseous when they saw the stiff corpse.
Because of its lack of experience, the mouse was even provoked to run around all over the floor and jump onto the table, and the spider had to control it. This happened several times until the spider was exhausted and finally hit the mouse with one shot.
The man personally demonstrated to her which part of the body should be hit hard to kill with one blow.
As you get used to it, you won't be so scared anymore. The little mushroom can control the dosage to the right degree to scare the prey, causing them to shrink and hide in a corner instead of collapsing and running away.
Every time it poisoned her, she would kill him with a knife.
After doing this, she was exhausted both physically and mentally, so she lay back on the sofa and watched TV for a long time before she recovered, letting the voices bombard her brain.
Suddenly, something wet crawled on her face, and she stepped back in shock. It was a wet face towel. The officer, perhaps seeing that she was sweating from fear, offered to wipe it for her. She reached out her hand, took it herself, and wiped her face.
"They were going to be killed anyway," he comforted them.
She had expended a lot of energy and slept until the afternoon. When she opened her eyes and saw the fruit platter on the table, she actually hallucinated that it looked like a rat's head. She shook her head and realized that it was just a similar shape.
She stood up and looked around the living room. The TV was turned off, there was no trace of the little spider, and even the spider web on the stairs had disappeared completely, as if it had never existed.
She felt a little nervous and looked around for someone. The study door was half open. She knocked three times, heard a response from inside, and pushed the door open.
The man took off his glasses, leaving a mark of nose pads on his nose. He held a conical flask in his hand and said, "You're awake."
Xu Shanshan: "I see you're not here."
"I'm using eye drops, can you help me?"
"Can."
She nodded in agreement, and the man sat on the office chair, turning the chair's wheels, pressing his upper body close to the table, and tilting his head back.
She leaned over the table, holding the soft bottle, prying open her lower eyelid with one hand and squeezing the bottle with the other.
The liquid gathered into a teardrop shape at the mouth of the bottle and fell into the lower conjunctival sac. Some of it overflowed and fell under her eyes. She loosened her hands, closed her eyes, and moved her eyeballs left and right. She reached out to wipe the medicine that flowed from her eyelids, and then applied it to the other side.
He closed his eyes to rest until the computer beeped, then he opened his eyes and looked, not caring that she was watching him, and did not dodge or cover his eyes.
She also saw the message the man had sent to Karl, as well as his pinned mark. If she was not mistaken, she was the first contact.
Shan Hao read the group message, replied, then looked up and said, "I'll take you home, and we can have dinner on the way."
"good."
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