In the dark, he had a hunch. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAll this, this peaceful life, this kind of noisy, joyful, unsatisfactory life, will soon leave him.

Thinking of this, his chest seemed to be suddenly stabbed, and he bent down, and suddenly leaned weakly on the thick and greasy slaughter. He wanted to cry, but a thought gradually floated up from the bottom of his heart.

There are so many people here, I just have to shout, maybe someone can help me......

He hesitated for a long time, and finally gave up this tempting idea. When he went downstairs just now, he had the same idea about his neighbor who happened to be out at the same time, and the being, who was hiding somewhere, immediately took control of his right hand, and then plunged the key in his trouser pocket into his thigh, turning the scream he blurted out into a "good morning" by the way.

When the ancients coined the term "involuntarily", they probably didn't expect that someone would use it so vividly in the future.

"Boom! Syllable! Butcher Zhang put the sharp knife up and nailed the slaughter case, and put down the last bag by the way, he had good skills, and after a short while, there was only a pile of bones, a few small pieces of minced meat, and a few plastic bags full of meat pieces on the slaughter case.

When will this kind of good thing happen next time? He looked left and right, and the slaughter at eight o'clock in the morning was so clean, and it was the first time that he had been doing this for many years.

"Oh, ten catties and two taels, thirteen catties and eight taels, eight catties and three taels, and nine catties and one tael." He put the meat bags one by one on the electronic scale and gave it to Wu Xiaoyu to look at, "Forty-one catties and three taels, do you want to cut off a little?" "Butcher Zhang is a little cautious here, but what small vegetable seller wouldn't deliberately weigh more.

"No need! How much? Wu Xiaoyu stretched out his hand and grabbed the meat bag, and the butcher Zhang on the opposite side immediately grabbed the calculator that he had already grabbed in his hand: "Forty-one catties and three taels, two and three get six, three seven and twenty-one...... It's ...... in total"

"Five hundred and ten ......" he looked up, about to say the number, but the situation in front of him made him immediately stop the original planned price. He was stunned, suddenly blinked vigorously, licked his lips that had suddenly become dry, and said, "In total...... Four hundred and eighty yuan, what you are given is the purchase price, and I really didn't make any money. Then, as if he was afraid that Wu Xiaoyu would misunderstand him and be frightened, he quickly added an explanatory sentence: "Of course, small businesses always make a little money, hehe." ”

Wu Xiaoyu twisted the four bags in his left hand and held them flat in the air, and reached into his arms with his right hand to touch the money. I didn't pay attention to Butcher Zhang's calculations, nor did I pay attention to his unnatural laughter.

He didn't know that this action almost made the butcher Zhang on the other side bite his tongue.

That's right, Butcher Zhang admires it very much. Of course, he admired, and few people could not admire when a man stood in front of him with a casual and easy one-handed flat gas canister in midair.

Just kidding! The gas tank is only thirty pounds.

Heavy or light, people generally pay attention not to the data, but to experience it firsthand, to move it with their own hands. Butcher Zhang has to carry about 50 catties of pork out of the slaughterhouse every day to the more than ten meters of the motorcycle, and he feels very heavy. But Wu Xiaoyu didn't feel the weight of forty catties of meat at this time, but even if he was restless, he still instinctively resisted the greasy raw pork.

So he carried the four plastic bags diagonally with one hand to prevent them from touching his body, and then kept this posture that scared Butcher Zhang all the way back to the rented room.

When you gain, you lose. On the other hand, there is also a simple truth, the advent of 1A7489, for Wu Xiaoyu, does not only mean that he has lost the autonomy of life, in addition to the amazing arm strength that he has not realized for the time being, he has also gained a lot. Of course, there will be many, many more for him.

Whether he's happy to make the deal or not.

One bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, Wu Xiaoyu pays 500 a month, and has a harbor for rest in this not too remote residential area, and the landlord is not bad, leaving Wu Xiaoyu with a full set of old furniture and old kitchenware.

But in terms of home appliances, there is only a 25-inch second-hand color TV. There was no air conditioning, let alone a refrigerator, Wu Xiaoyu walked to the kitchen with the meat, he walked slowly at night, on the one hand, he didn't know where to put it, and on the other hand, he was faintly unwilling to know what would happen next after buying forty catties of fresh meat.

However, 1A7489 was unwilling to waste time: "Now, cook ten catties of meat." ”

Why do you want to cook ten catties of meat? I don't know how to cook. Although he couldn't cook, Wu Xiaoyu quickly put the plastic belt on the ground and quickly found the pressure cooker.

"It doesn't matter if you can't cook it, then eat it directly."

Wu Xiaoyu's hand shook, and the pressure cooker he had just found almost fell to the ground.

Ten catties of meat for me?

Eat it straight?

Can these hairy, bleeding things be a type of human food?

Ten pounds of meat! Are you going to feed me like a Tibetan mastiff? Wu Xiaoyu felt like a pet, he turned his head to look at the plastic bag full of pieces of meat, and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva with difficulty, a bag of meat was afraid that the pressure cooker would not fit it.

Although he didn't feel the weight of forty catties of meat, he deeply felt the weight of ten catties of meat at this moment.

But he understood more deeply the weight of the presence inside his body, the faint marks on his hands, and the faint pain in his right leg, which still faintly felt pain, told him that he had left the market, and was no longer facing the same kind that he could bargain with.

In any case, it is better to eat meat than to cut it. What's more, even if he cuts the meat, it is estimated that he can control it and not take my life, and even if he wants my life, can I still resist?

Wu Xiaoyu stayed for a while, his heart fluctuating. The final decision proved that he was indeed a good comrade who understood the general situation and understood the difficulties of carrying out his work.

So he thought back to the kung fu he usually saw when he ate at a street shop, and then washed the pork cut into small pieces by Butcher Zhang---- sure enough---- he could fill the pressure cooker stuff some water, add some salt and monosodium glutamate by the way, and finally put the pressure cooker on the gas stove and start cooking---- the packaging of the seasoning looked new, this was a souvenir of the failed Chinese New Year's Eve meal with friends last month.

With something to do at hand, Wu Xiaoyu also felt a little more secure in his heart, and he gradually realized that the existence on his body seemed to be completely different from the alien ghost cursed ghost ghost in the horror movies and science fiction novels he usually saw.

"Parasite, watch your words, do you want to be that kind of low-level reptile?"

Wu Xiaoyu has always believed that if human beings could fully know each other's thoughts, eliminate all misunderstandings, and improve cognitive efficiency, the earth would have been able to develop rapidly and the world would be one long ago.

Today, the diehards, who have been unable to settle the situation even by indiscriminate bombardment, have finally admitted: I was wrong.

What a pain it is to be aware of all the thoughts in my head! The most painful thing is that I don't even know what he's going to do!

"Parasite, relieve the pain, you only need to do one thing for me."

What's up! Wu Xiaoyu grabbed the spoon tightly, stiffened, and listened attentively to the instructions.

"A ship only needs to meet the minimum standards for interstellar navigation."