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Wu Xiaoyu put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked on the bridge again. Beside him, a fully loaded truck soared by, rolling up fine gray sand and black smoke. Human instinct played a role, Wu Xiaoyu tilted his head, and saw that under the bridge, the soil layers on both sides of the river embankment were covered with lush grass and shrubs.

In just a moment, among the many unknown plants and trees, Wu Xiaoyu noticed a narrow light green stem, which was slightly curved, and there were a few bits of yellow hanging on it.

"Notice" means that Wu Xiaoyu only paid attention for a moment, and countless pictures related to the plant hundreds of meters away gushed out from the depths of Level 33's mind and entered the thinking sequence of Level 33's brain.

This is the basic ability of level 33, and it is also the basic pain of Wu Xiaoyu.

Yes, pain.

Since becoming a level 33 creature that doesn't know whether it is a human or a ghost, Wu Xiaoyu has found that as long as he looks at or pays attention to something for more than a certain extremely short time, then all the information, memories, and experiences related to that thing that he has seen, heard, and thought about will automatically pop out of his mind and automatically analyze and calculate.

The most devastating thing is that these things that jump out automatically are always present and all the time, but they never interfere with his independent thinking.

Wu Xiaoyu felt that he simply had two to think about, two that he often used, and even basically used to torture his head.

At any time, Wu Xiaoyu has to endure his own head to study the stars hundreds of millions of light-years away day and night, and on the other hand, he has to endure the other head to analyze the buns on the breakfast stalls, the covers in the garbage heap, and the liars on the streets and alleys anytime and anywhere.

The simplest situation is that when Wu Xiaoyu notices a bun, in less than half a second, he has already tasted every stimulation of the bun to the taste buds, for example, spicy; I have also reviewed every process of digesting buns, for example,.

Now, the same is true of the little curvy stem, and the few bits of yellow on it.

In less than half a second, all the information related to them flashed in Wu Xiaoyu's level 33 head melon seed, and he thought about it once.

This is dandelion, alias: dandelion, edible dandelion, bedwetting grass, western dandelion......

Dandelions bloom in early spring and spread in all directions......

Dandelion has vibrant yellow flowers, and the flower language is "unstoppable love......

……

Fuck your dandelion!

Wu Xiaoyu turned his head, closed his eyes tightly, and groped for the handrail on the left side.

Less than half a second.

This is cement, rough to the touch, is an important building material, mortar or concrete made of cement, strong and durable......

The history of cement dates back to ancient Rome......

Uses of cement......

……

Fuck your cement!

Wu Xiaoyu reopened his eyes.

There were many pedestrians on the streets, some smiling, some frowning, and some pensive. The storefronts on both sides have long since opened, and the fruit shop has set up its stalls on the sidewalk; The smell of fragrance wafts from the food store; The department store has an open glass door and arranges the products that the supplier has taken care of in the most conspicuous position.

Everywhere was bustling, the sound of cars, people, and music rang out from time to time, and they mixed together involuntarily, and then penetrated into everyone's ears without consent.

In the lively and chaotic atmosphere, Wu Xiaoyu walked silently, he pursed his lips and frowned.

I looked around, but I didn't know where to look.

……

The parasite reacted normally, the mood was normal, the body was normal, everything went according to plan.

1A7489, which insists on testing and deduction every ten minutes, naturally never thinks that its plan is leaky.

However, when it comes to a short-lived project of one year or two, 1A7489 has almost never gone awry.

For example, a "money laundering" scheme that legalizes the source of money.

In 1A7489's plan, the "barbecue galaxy", which was previously used to disguise the need for meat and will be used to launder money in the future, must open enough branches in a large enough area.

However, this plan, 1A7489 is not intended for the parasite to be implemented with the money earned.

It's both wasteful and stupid.

Each of the detailed plans made by 1A7489 starts with the same fairly clear end goal: a spacecraft that meets the minimum standards for interstellar navigation.

Under this premise, all human, material, resource, and time must be allocated very strictly and carefully one by one according to the order of priority.

Therefore, most of the money in exchange for submissions was thrown into the "observation room", which is very closely related to the spaceship project.

During this period of time, the more than 2 million that were finally left were immediately put into a slightly inferior secrecy plan, which was used to purchase the entire seven-story building where the observation room was located.

As for the expansion of the barbecue restaurant, this kind of small thing can completely circle the original resources and make use of them again, which can be easily achieved.

As a result, there was a 5 million loan application that made Chief Long ecstatic.

Very simple operation, 2 million surplus funds, not only to add a little safety factor to the "observation room", but also to add enough expansion funds for the "barbecue restaurant".

It's a very simple operation, and if you don't count the difference in loan amounts, 1A7489 thinks that even the monkeys can do something similar. ---- if a monkey buys a building just to get rid of all the other monkeys inside.

In addition to financial considerations, the act of tying the barbecue restaurant to the bank through loans also fully reflects the consistent style of 1A7489.

On the earth, a wild and indigenous planet, backward financial institutions such as banks unreasonably occupy a large number of tangible assets and intangible resources.

While it is not yet possible to master such a mechanism, 1A7489 does not mind putting it to good use first.

By doing so, the barbecue restaurant can be operated almost entirely with bank funds, which can eliminate a lot of trouble, and also remove countless obstacles for future "money laundering" schemes.

After all, no institution, or rather, no one would want their money to go down the drain.

Then, many people with different purposes, if they want to do anything unfavorable to the barbecue restaurant, I am afraid that they will have to weigh their own weight first.

Of course, there hasn't been a single case of this kind of trouble with the store so far.

1A7489 didn't have the time or time to investigate whether it was because the funds for opening the store came from the bank. Anyway, being prepared and making full use of every resource around you is a good quality of your alien friend Mr. 1A7489.

Or, to use a more figurative metaphor, 1A7489 has the good qualities of first crushing the user to death, and then skinning its corpse, eating flesh and sucking blood, completely utilizing, and eliminating waste.

That's the way 1A7489 has always behaved.

Implementing this style, 1A7489 ordered Wu Xiaoyu to take out the phone and dial a number.

A few seconds later, Wu Xiaoyu, who raised the phone, said with a hint of extremely weak reluctance: "Hey, Xiao Mao ......"

……

At the same moment.

Boston, a secret detention cell set up in the suburbs.

Antares/Desai slowly bent down and gently extended her left hand.

Then, where his left hand was reaching, and where Antares' inverted triangular eyes were staring, on the stone floor that had been blown cold by the cold air, a body ----or rather, a soft, fleshy, vaguely human silhouette---- immediately trembled slightly.

It's a shiver that is barely observable with the naked eye; It was a tremor that went in the opposite direction to that of Antares' hand.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, my dear sir, please don't do this, please don't do this. Trust me, you're not friendly enough to do that......"

Antares quickly shook his head repeatedly, his brows furrowed tightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a rather hurt expression.

After a slight pause, Antares crouched down again, and re-applied his left hand to the top of the soft flesh.

Then, he showed a satisfied expression.

In the palm of his left hand, on the patch of skin that contained three concave and one raised, sticky whirring, Antares felt a rush of squirming and a flurry of irregular shivering.

After a long while, Antares suddenly raised his head and said in a tone as if he had remembered something important, "That's right! My dear sir, since you entered this lovely little room, it seems that you have only said one word from beginning to end. ”

"How do you say that? If I'm not mistaken, you seem to say: 'Hell! I don't know anything! I won't tell you anything! I want to see my lawyer. ’”

"I'm right, right? …… Alright, alright, alright, I know you couldn't agree more. ”

Feeling the trembling and trembling coming from under his hand, Antares smiled and continued:

"My dear sir, though I would be glad to continue to speak alone in my own way, I would like to ask again, out of polite willingness: Do you still insist? Do you still insist that our conversation must take place under the witness of your lawyer? ”

“……”

Ten seconds later, Antares removed his ears from somewhere where the squirming breath was spewing rapidly, and then, looking up, he walked to the door, pressed a button, and said, "Hey, dear Krees, come in." This lovely gentleman, he said he would like to have a good talk with us. ”

Immediately, the door was pulled open with a thud.

Antares had already turned around and didn't look there, his gaze fixed on a thick magazine that he had just pulled out of his arms. In the magazine, on the page he quickly flipped open, a few regular words were printed on the left side in large black letters: Ten of Skyrim's Prison.

At the top of the black line, the blank space that had been deliberately left by the page designer was now scribbled out in red handwriting.

If Lindbyer/Waldcher, or Mr. David/Smith had stood here, they would have been astonished to find that the rows of bright red words had been carefully dismantled, and that they had carefully scrammed the entire manuscript into the entire 95,000-word averaging eighty-one words, and thirteen punctuation marks.

After poring over the lines of text several times in an almost obsessive way, Antares casually rummaged through the magazine in his hand, frowned, and muttered, "There is less and less useful content......

As he spoke, Antares' expression suddenly froze, and at this moment, his eyes were also fixed on a page that had inadvertently stopped.

On that page, in the narrow area left after several text boxes were divided, there were rows of small, narrow, thin black letters, indicating the contact address of the "Supernatural Legends" magazine, as well as the telephone number of readers' feedback.

Perhaps..... I can ...... I should......

Antares' face gradually showed a contemplative expression.

……

No matter what happens, once connected with fate, ordinary human beings, who are almost ignorant, do not have the eyes to see through the fog; Level 33 parasites, which are almost clear, cannot see the trajectory of tomorrow; Even 1A7489, which is almost omnipotent in the eyes of carbon-based monkeys, has never claimed to be able to calculate all the parameters and deduce all the variables.

Still at the same moment.

At the bottom of the bridge, beside the embankment, a breeze suddenly blew softly.

So, after Wu Xiaoyu was getting away and had just put down the phone, in the few points of yellow of the dandelion, there was a small umbrella-shaped yellow flower, which finally got rid of the shackles of the branches and stems, and flew crookedly to the sky with the wind, flying to the unknown destination.

In addition, there is a small yellow flower, also in the shape of an umbrella, still trembling slightly on the stem, struggling to gather strength.

Dandelions yearn for the wind, eager to take advantage of the wind to flutter, fly into the distance, sprinkle their hopes, and get a small piece of soil of their own.

However, it did not know that in its confusion ahead, in its future experience, there was more than just a breeze, a gale, a storm......

There were even tornadoes.

Is it flying to unimaginable heights? Or will you end up in pieces?

The umbrella-shaped little yellow flower that was inadvertently forced to take off was ignorant, and the umbrella-shaped little yellow flower that insisted on stubbornly struggling didn't care.

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