The room was not completely dark, with a few different lights in different corners. By the faint light, the guest could discern that there were many iron frames in the house, most of which were sparsely placed with objects. Judging from the edges of the shape of the black shadow, it should be a variety of firearms.

The light is red, yellow, and blue, and I don't know what it comes from. The light sprinkled on the cold iron frame, as if it had changed color, and the ghosts and ghosts could not be distinguished.

The old man must not fiddle with his firearms in a dark-lit room, unless he has a sharp eye. There must have been a light installed in the room.

The gateway fumbled around the wall on the right, and soon found a bulge. He pressed a little harder, only to hear a small click, and the energy-saving lamp overhead flashed a few times, and then the long light began to glow steadily bright white.

Inside the room were three rows and four columns with a total of twelve shelves, and some firearms were neatly arranged on them. The shelves on each floor were covered with a thick layer of ash, and spiders were hanging upside down in the unseen corners with webs.

The gun storage room has not been cleaned for I don't know how many years, and it is a dirty mess. The thin layer of dust on the ground looks like a snow that has fallen at the beginning of winter, but the color of the snow here is gray. This gray snow is about to be covered with footprints.

The gateway raised his hand and glanced at it, and the fingers that had pressed the switch button had been dyed black. He followed Li Duoan's example, rubbed his finger on his pants, and when he raised it in front of his eyes, he found that the finger had regained its flesh color, and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

Perhaps male compatriots are naturally interested in things that fight and kill. Guan Ke looked at the many different guns, and there was a glimmer in his eyes. By the time he got to the second shelf, his hands were already itchy. Although it is covered in dust and cobwebs, it still can't hide its shiny reflection.

Not caring about getting his hands dirty, he picked up *. As soon as I started it, I felt heavy, and I had to hold it with both hands at the same time. He looked at the muzzle of the gun and saw seven or eight holes, only to realize that he had mistaken the gun. What he was holding in both hands was clearly a machine gun, but it looked like *.

The old man's collection is really extraordinary, and the shelves are full of all kinds of rare firearms. If you hold an exhibition, you can make a lot of money just by entering the ticket.

He wiped his hands on his clothes as he admired the various firearms. Whether he wiped it clean or not, as soon as he saw the next thing that would make his eyes shine, he didn't care to pick it up again with his hands, and looked at it carefully with wide eyes. Soon, his black suit was plastered with four or five different shades of gray or black, as if there were many dry mud patches attached to it.

The gateway didn't have time to care about any of this, he stopped and stopped, and his mind was only on the gun.

At the end, a handful of white hand-like objects caught his attention. There seemed to be some kind of gem embedded in the top of the hilt, and it glowed a light green. It turned out that the light in the darkness at first came from this firearm.

Curious, he took two quick steps, picked up the white gun and looked at it. At the junction of the barrel and the hilt, there was something like glass, which was glowing slightly. This is the source of light in the darkness just now.

The customs guest wiped the dust off it with his hands and looked at it carefully, but saw nothing but that the glow it emitted was purer.

After fumbling the white pistol over and over again, the passer's hands became more and more itchy. He banged where the magazine should have been, and after listening to the sound for a while, he felt that there should be no bullets in the gun. He wanted to pull the trigger a few times and find a feeling.

A cold hand rested at the base of his neck, a little colder than an iron frame. A biting chill rose from the soles of his feet and went down deep into his brain. The floodgates of sanity have closed, and a scream chokes in his throat and is about to burst out.

A metallic, cold female voice came, and the words spoken were very rhythmic, and the interval between words would not differ by a millisecond: "If you don't know how to shoot, don't play with guns, you will go off the rails." ”

Xiao Meng walked in with black high heels at some point.

As soon as her words fell, a line of white words typed out of thin air in her field of vision: "Wow, Xiaomeng, you missed a wonderful performance." ”

She frowned like a human. Looking at the line of white letters, it seems that I see a lot of trouble.

She thought that human emotions are always so stupid, crazy, and weird, and she looked at the thick white letters floating in the air, and said to herself, "It's a pity that you didn't participate." ”

Guan Ke realized that it was Xiao Meng behind him, so he suppressed the urge to scream, he removed his finger from the trigger, and said, "Can you take your hand away?"

Xiaomeng's attention was completely off him, so he ignored him.

In Xiao Meng's field of vision, the line of white characters gradually faded out from left to right, and a new line of white characters appeared from left to right: "It's still good to be a spectator and watch others escape from prison, but if you play in person, just thinking about the consequences is enough to make people scared." ”

Xiao Meng said in a steady tone: "Coward." ”

Seeing that Xiaomeng still put his hand on his shoulder, Guan Ke turned around, got rid of the entanglement of that hand, and said, "What are you doing in a daze?" and wanted to complain a few more words, but after seeing the other party's eyes, he swallowed the words back.

Her right eye is light blue, her left eye is dark blue, and there are two or three white sinuous marks in the middle, which is always a little weird to look at. With her perfect face, it always gives people a feeling that beauty is mixed with weirdness, and weirdness is mixed with beauty. If you hold on for a little two or three seconds, you will feel that there is something brilliance flowing in Xiao Meng's eyes, and something is attracting him to keep looking at it all the time.

Guan Ke was startled and broke free from the deep whirlpool of the blue of Xiaomeng's left eye. He involuntarily took two steps back, leaning against the dirty wall and gasping for breath, his eyes wide in horror, as if he were looking at some man-eating beast.

In Xiao Meng's field of vision, another line of white characters typed out: "Hey, this kid's spiritual strength is good!"

Xiaomeng said in her heart: "It's very good, but I'm not thinking about it. I'm thinking now, people don't die if they don't speak, can you shut your mouth for a while?"

Lines of white words quickly appeared in the air: "Why? If people don't speak, are they still people? Then they are not people." The biggest difference between man and beast is communication. You know what it means to communicate, that is, to achieve the integration of hearts and minds through communication between words. You see, it's all played like this on TV, it's called foreplay, do you know it......"

The white words disappeared and appeared quickly, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of lines of text flashed. Often a line of white characters just appeared, it quickly faded and disappeared, and another new line of text immediately changed from virtual to real, and then faded again, so repeatedly I don't know how many times, shaking Xiaomeng's eyes dazzled, and her mind dizzy--- if she had a brain.

Eager to ignore the cannonball-like text, Meng tries to distract herself by counting how many pimples there are on his face. But she failed, not because there were few pimples on the passer's face, but because the white letters flashed too often.

She simply closed her eyes and stood there motionless.

The lines of white words are still typing out wildly:

"Hey, why don't you speak? Am I not right?"

"Even if I'm not right, we can discuss it again. Whoever said that sentence, the more the reasoning is argued, the clearer it becomes, which means that the truth can only become clearer when it is argued with each other. Therefore, we must deepen exchanges and strengthen communication in order to achieve the effect of more and more clarity. ”

"Have you listened to me again? I'm your father! How can I be so unbehaved!"

"Hey, do you close your eyes? Okay, then I say in your mind, it's the same, it's just a little more energy, although thrift is a virtue, but too much thrift is a slam. I have always been a generous person. You wait for me. ”

Five minutes later, Xiaomeng opened her eyes. There were no white words flickering, and she felt that the world was much cleaner.

At some point, Guan Ke had already come up to her, looking left and right, like a scientist studying fossils from ancient times. In a millimeter, his nose was about to reach Xiaomeng's cheek.

Xiao Meng's little lips opened and closed up and down, and she made a metal female voice with a single glance and no emotion: "Can you stay away from me?"

Guan Ke found that she woke up, and then realized that she seemed to be too close to the other party, so he pulled a little distance and said with a sneer: "I just suspect that you may have no power, and I am looking for where your battery is installed?"

Xiao Meng's two weird eyes moved to Guan Ke's face, and said, "Let's do what you have to do, there are too many nosy things, be careful of trouble." ”

Guan Ke turned his face to the side, avoiding her eyes, nodded his head, and said respectfully, "Yes, yes, you're right!" He walked around an iron frame, looking like he was searching for the gun he was looking for, but he muttered: "Where is this a robot, it is clearly a real person." ”

There was an earth-shattering thunderstorm, and suddenly it sounded in Xiaomeng's heart: "Disobedient daughter, why don't you reply to my words?"

This sentence came too suddenly, and the tone was too high, only to make Xiaomeng's limbs click. Her jade-white face had begun to turn blue.

Xiaomeng said in her heart: "Do I have a father as young as you?"

"Who said I was small? Who said I was small? I'm nineteen years old, and I'm an adult in the truest sense of the word!"

"You seem to have a lot of energy batteries, huh?"

"Hey, hey, not much, not much, just enough to talk to you once. ”

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"I just wanted to talk to you. You know, there are not many living people here, and a few of them are similar to dead people, it's so boring, if I don't talk to you, who am I looking for!"

"You can make another robot like me, and you'll have someone to talk to. ”

"As I said earlier, I ran out of materials when I made you, so how can I create a second you?"

"You can find more materials. ”