The 105th (225th) session of the United Nations Conference on Carbon Finance concluded on 10 July 2118 and lasted four days. Sima Aya left the "little black house", and then, left the building. After being locked up in the "little black room" for four days, Sima Aya felt extremely depressed every day, and after leaving the building of the secret meeting center, she decided to go to the commercial pedestrian street for dinner, and then go shopping and relax.

As she walked out of the building's gate, she glanced back at the secret meeting building disguised as the "Huawen Iron and Steel Company", which was extremely mysterious in the thick haze. She couldn't see the top of the building, not even the "Huawen Iron and Steel Company" signboard on the waist of the building.

Sima Aya guessed that the politicians in the building, as well as the politicians in country A, may not have reached any substantive agreement at all in four days, although they did not see it with their own eyes, but she could imagine those scenes of heated debates and verbal arguments. (Their outpouring eloquence, however, is nothing more than a waste of all humanity's time.) Sima Aya thought, (It's also a waste of my time.) She sighed to herself, guessing that there might not be much to do in the next few days.

Near the Conclave Building, the nearest commercial pedestrian street, is known as "Nancheng Heavenly Street". Sima Aya came here, she saw that "Nancheng Heavenly Street" is actually a building, she walked around: the interior of the building is a shop, maybe because of the haze, the open-air or street-facing shops are not doing well, so most of the shops have moved to the interior of the building. However, there is a noodle shop with mixed sauce, which still operates a shop facing the street. Sima Aya had heard of this noodle restaurant, and business had been booming, and the operation of the noodle restaurant had hardly been affected by the smog.

Sima Aya saw the endless stream of diners coming in and out of the noodle restaurant, and felt that her stomach was suddenly much hungrier than just now, and then she walked towards the noodle restaurant.

Many of the diners who come out of the noodle restaurant wear anti-fog masks on their faces, which inevitably gives the illusion that this is not a noodle restaurant, but a biochemical laboratory. However, Sima Aya is still used to this kind of hallucination, and when she came back from country A, she was a little unaccustomed to the "anti-fog mask" walking around the street, and she always felt like she was in a biochemical war, but now she won't.

There was a beggar not far from the door of the noodle restaurant, and Sima Aya hesitated, but decided to relax and accept the traction of basic human emotions for a while. She knew that she had been bound to a cage of reason, discipline, vigilance, and espionage for too long, and her nervous spirit could barely relax. So she let the pull of mercy come forward to give. She pulled out her phone and bent down to scan the beggar's "collection link".

Soon in her mind, the voices of "morality and praise" emerged: love, compassion, mutual assistance...... Sima Aya put away her phone, straightened up, stood in place, and closed her eyes slightly, at this time, she seemed to hear someone next to her praising her good deeds, and she immediately laughed at her sweet hallucination.

"Is that man sick?" A group of young people inadvertently walked past her and pointed at her in a whisper, and the figures of these people quickly disappeared into the haze—this was the voice of reality.

Sima Aya didn't care, the eyes of others, turned around and walked into the noodle restaurant. The noodle restaurant is crowded with diners, and the noodles are fragrant. Sima Aya found a table and sat down, picked up the menu and was about to order, when she found that the mobile phone in her pocket was missing.

Someone knocked him through the door. She quickly recalled, she knew that this was the price of relaxing, and she had the impression that every time she relaxed, some small accident would happen, and it had always been.

Sima Aya unhurriedly took out another mobile phone from her body, danced her fingers, and skillfully operated it, and then put the phone away with a smile. This is an opportunity, and she really wants to go back and experience her original career as a police officer, but it is not too late for Sima Aya to decide to eat a bowl of noodles and deal with the aftermath of this matter.

Sima Aya picked up the menu, and the words "century-old store" caught her eye. (Oh?) A century-old store?) Sima Aya thinks that this store has only been open for more than ten years, and she has never heard of it as a century-old store.

"Our store recommends: alien beef noodle small bowl 25C yuan large bowl 30C yuan", "century-old store" menu is impressively printed with these words.

Sima Aya laughed secretly in her heart: commercial advertisements for alien gimmicks have been uncommon in the past two years, but they are mostly seen in some electronic technology products or children's toy advertisements, and it is the first time she has seen alien food.

Sima Aya knew that the "rumors" of aliens had spread, that is, a year or two ago, when she subconsciously thought that these rumors would bring panic, the world was thrown into chaos, and the city theory was mired in violent crime and various car accidents. However, none of this happened, and before the axe came forward to refute the rumors, the alien rumors naturally dropped from the hot news list of the major portals to the ninth place.

Alien beef noodles are full of entertainment for Sima Aya, but in addition to this sense of entertainment, a sigh also rose in her heart: (For those who are trying to survive or live in the endless busyness, maybe they can't tell the difference between survival and life in their entire lives, what does aliens care about them.!?) Is it important? Maybe they're expecting aliens to save them. )

Sima Aya ordered "Alien Beef Noodles", and the clerk quickly brought it up, and when Sima Aya looked up at him, a professional smile immediately appeared on his tired and numb face. When the clerk left, Sima Aya's gaze lingered on his back for a moment: it shouldn't be a robot. If you want to tell if a waiter is a robot or a human, it may be really difficult to tell by the smile on his face, but through the tiredness and helplessness in his gaze, it's fairly simple, because that's almost never something a robot can ever learn.

(Forget it, don't you think about it, don't you say you have to relax?) The face was fragrant, and Sima Aya withdrew her gaze and buried herself in eating noodles. At this moment, she suddenly felt a person sit in the empty seat next to her. When she looked up, she saw that it was a handsome young man, and his provocative eyes betrayed his meticulous and serious dress.

He gave Sima Aya another very charming smile: "Little girl and sister, why do you eat alone?"

Sima Aya is not lacking in this kind of experience of being accosted, but Sima Aya thinks that the handsome young man in front of her obviously lacks some experience of being beaten all over the ground to find teeth.

He looked at her again: a high ponytail, big eyes, a short denim jacket, a tight base shirt and jeans, bumpy and full of energy.

"Do you have time to watch a movie?" He smiled confidently, it was clear that he had never been rejected by a girl. His smile grew more confident when he noticed that the beautiful woman sitting across from him was staring at him without any disgust on his face. And his eyes changed from a confident look to a "little sheep" look that saw through everything.

Sima Aya looked at the handsome young man opposite with a polite smile, his handsome face looked flawless, but, perhaps, some too perfect, perfect, like a robot.

"Do you know anything about aliens?" Sima smiled at him.

"Oh?" The handsome young man was stunned for a moment, maybe happiness came too suddenly, one by one, he didn't expect that this beautiful woman would take the initiative to talk to him so soon.

"So you like to watch movies about aliens?" He looked at her and smiled.

Different types of people like different types of movies, of course Sima Aya understands this, and many boys who think they are emotionally experienced like to judge girls' personalities through this. Girls who like science fiction movies are obviously much more unrestrained in their hearts than those who like literary films.

"I mean, since the aliens appeared, the price of alien gene products has gone up, while the price of mutant genes has dropped a lot." Sima Aya said as she glanced at the young man.

"Oh, this," the handsome young man suddenly became nervous, "I heard that it seems to be so. ”

"However, the genes of mutants can still be sold for a good price on the black market." Sima Aya said again, the three words "mutant", she said it word by word.

As she spoke, she moved the menu of the noodle restaurant from the desktop in front of the handsome young man, and every dish on the menu was marked with a price tag, just like the mutant genes sold on the black market, "Little handsome guy, look, which one is the right price?" She said.

"I can't imagine that your knowledge is quite rich, little girl." The handsome young man tried his best to avoid Sima Aya's hints, hiding his inner uneasiness, and refused to leave like this.

"Little handsome guy, I really want to know, what did you look like before plastic surgery?" Sima Aya said, and, looking directly at his gaze that had begun to flicker.

The last trace of luck in the handsome young man's eyes disappeared, and he embarrassedly put away his smile, clamped his "tail", and left his seat in a panic.

Sima Aya knew that Yang Yiyi was also a mutant, but it was a silly, cute mutant. She doesn't discriminate against mutants, but she is very disgusted by some mutants who still stay in country C, especially those who want to get something for nothing. Not every mutant is as cute as Yang Yiyi.

Sima Aya casually finished eating the noodles, got up and walked out of the noodle restaurant. Now, she decides to retrieve the phone she had just stolen. According to the second, that is, the mobile phone she now holds, the first mobile phone is now moving towards the west of the city on Yanzhengxing Avenue, judging from the speed of movement, the owner of this mobile phone may also be the thief himself, who is on the bus.

On this day's trip, Sima Aya did not use her own means of transportation, in fact, due to the need for confidentiality at work, she has not had her own usual means of transportation, so as not to be watched. So, after leaving the noodle shop, she went to a car rental office and rented an electric car with her credit card. Then, she drove the car and went straight to the lost phone.