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As soon as Comrade Xiaomao was sent away, Wu Xiaoyu received a call from the bookstore asking where the books were delivered.

Half an hour later, there was a cacophony of conversation, heavy footsteps, and the last ringing of the doorbell.

"Please come in, the door is not closed."

"Mr. Wu, good afternoon." Entering the door was a thin old man with gray hair and a nameplate pinned to his blue tweed jacket with the words "Zhenhua Bookstore/Manager Mao Wenxiong".

"Hello, Manager Mao." Wu Xiaoyu, who was already standing at the door, shook hands with Mao Wenxiong and looked behind him, or rather, at the open gate, where there was no one but a large cardboard box.

A large cardboard box, but it is not enough to hold nearly 600 books.

Noticing Wu Xiaoyu's gaze, Mao Wenxiong also turned his head, and then immediately turned back, and said with a smile that understood Wu Xiaoyu's thoughts: "Don't worry, there are still some that haven't been moved." ”

As if to provide a note for Mao Wenxiong's words, heavy footsteps came from downstairs. The voice got closer and closer, and soon, Wu Xiaoyu saw two men like Mao Wenxiong, dressed in blue tweed uniforms and with nameplates pinned to their chests, carrying another large cardboard box up the stairs and swaying up the second floor.

They put down the box outside the door, took off the hat painted "Zhenhua Bookstore" and fanned the wind, wiped the fine beads of sweat from their foreheads with their elbows, and opened their mouths wide to exhale a breath of white air.

"Hello two, come in and take a break."

A man on the left crossed his waist and took a few heavy breaths before shaking his head and saying, "Hello Mr. Wu, please wait a moment." There's also a box downstairs. After speaking, they didn't wait for Wu Xiaoyu to answer, so they turned around and walked down the stairs again.

"It's hard work, Manager Mao, please come in first to rest, it's cold outside."

"Okay." Mao Wenxiong stepped on the red plush carpet in the hallway and rubbed his leather shoes with his feet.

He was just about to put on the slippers that Wu Xiaoyu had helped him with, when he was surprised to find Wu Xiaoyu walking out of the door, leaning down and carrying one of the cardboard boxes off the ground.

"Mr. Wu, wait a minute!" Mao Wenxiong didn't care about wearing shoes, he stepped directly on the ground made of white tiles, let the cold breath of winter pass through his socks to his calves, and said hurriedly: "The box is very heavy!" Staff would ......"

"What will happen?"

Mao Wenxiong opened his mouth, he originally wanted to say, "The staff will help carry it in, don't hit your hands and feet." But the situation in front of him made it impossible for him to say it again.

"What will happen?" Wu Xiaoyu originally stood upright with the cardboard box flat, but when he saw that Mao Wenxiong did not answer, he leaned over and poked his head out and asked again.

Wu Xiaoyu's voice surprised Mao Wenxiong even more, because his voice was smooth, and there was no sign of struggling.

"Oops, it's okay, it's okay, hurry up! Come on in. ”

Mao Wenxiong reacted, he quickly stood up a little, gave up his position and beckoned again and again. As soon as Wu Xiaoyu stepped on the blanket, he immediately greeted it, and stretched out his hands to the bottom of the carton.

Hey? How is it so light? When Mao Wenxiong stretched out his hand, he was mentally prepared to fight a handful of old bones, but the strength he used, which was like milking decades ago, completely fell into the empty place, empty and did not bear any weight.

Then he held the end of the cardboard box so vainly, watched Wu Xiaoyu Shi Ran change into slippers speechlessly, and then quickly walked into the study.

The cardboard box fell gently to the ground, raising a small piece of dust, but Mao Wenxiong was not interested in looking at the study at the moment, nor was he interested in caring about the personal habits of the young Mr. Wu.

Mao Wenxiong is busy re-establishing a new image of Wu Xiaoyu in his mind.

It's a little bit difficult.

In his mind, Wu Xiaoyu was originally a "well-off economy, fond of reading, and more willing to buy books." He is interested in astronomy, and may have plans to study it further. Sven, a rare young man who can write a good hand, who can think about others".

These impressions are all the same as the "thin, but powerful" person in front of him. Two ordinary people can only lift the 150-pound cardboard box, no need to lift, no need to resist, no need to bear, it is easy to carry it, and you can run around casually."

Wu Xiaoyu has too many "learning tasks" assigned by 1A7489 to complete, and he has no leisure and time to wait for Mao Wenxiong to be in a daze.

He put down the cardboard box, immediately ran out of the door to carry the other cardboard boxes back to the study, and then opened the cardboard box with the staff who had just gone upstairs and Mao Wenxiong, who had just returned to normal, and counted the books inside, and put on the wall bookcase that had been placed in a small half near the door.

……

“…… Space interferometry" Wu Xiaoyu's voice.

"Here." A staff member dangled the book marked "Space Interferometry" in his hand in the air, saw Wu Xiaoyu nodding, stuffed it into the bookcase, and then bent down to pick up the "HST Spiral Instrument".

“…… HST spiral instrument" Wu Xiaoyu really pronounced the name.

……

“…… Large space telescope"

"Yes."

……

“…… GAIAFizeau”

"Here, Mr. Wu." Mao Wenxiong raised the last book in his hand, picked up his toes and stuffed it into the bookcase, then clapped his hands and stood up straight and said, "Okay, Mr. Wu, the books marked on the list have sent a total of five hundred and sixty-three volumes. We apologize for the fact that sixteen more volumes are temporarily out of stock for various reasons. If you still need to buy from our bookstore, you will have to extend the time for a certain time. What do you think? ”

"Yes, but I hope it will be as soon as possible." Wu Xiaoyu looked at the list of books that were temporarily unavailable provided by the bookstore, and replied under the order of 1A7489.

"We'll do our best." Unsurprisingly, Mao Wenxiong said, he watched Wu Xiaoyu casually fold the list and stuff it into his trouser pocket, and then continued: "Mr. Wu, I have disturbed you for so long, and we should also leave." Happy reading. ”

"Please wait a minute." Wu Xiaoyu stopped Mao Wenxiong, and when he turned around, he reached out and took out a stack of papers from his trouser pocket on the other side and said, "Manager Mao, in addition to those sixteen volumes, I hope the bookstore can also help me buy some more books." ”

Is this called "some"?

Mao Wenxiong took the stack of papers that were obviously a little thick, looked at the empty two-sided wall cabinets in the study, and the few empty bookshelves in the center of the room, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wu bought so many books privately, wouldn't he plan to open a bookstore by himself to steal our business?" ”

Mao Wenxiong rarely jokes with others on weekdays, and this time he said such things obviously proves that he is really happy in his heart.

This is not only because another business is uninvited, but also because he, a calligraphy business enthusiast, can collect a calligraphy work that is not so formal, but still relatively valuable.

He had a joke on his lips and a list in his hand. Sure enough, what caught his eyes was the upright and calm Song style characters with smooth calligraphy.

This time, the titles on the list are very difficult, and Mao Wenxiong basically can't tell the type of book. What's more, most of his attention was focused on the words themselves, as well as the folds and curls on the list that made him feel a little distressed.

After watching for a while, Mao Wenxiong closed the list, signed an agreement with Wu Xiaoyu, and then left with two staff members.

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Stars and Stripes, Boston, in a neighborhood and apartment.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Mr. Barakas/Feifa, a member of the Stars and Stripes Nation Physical Society, director of the Hart Laboratory Center, and professor of physics at Boston University, put down the phone, but not the books in his hands.

Barakas muttered something unbefitting of his status, then raised the cup that had been placed on the table in front of him, drank the liquid from it, grabbed the coat beside him and half-draped it, stared at the page for a few more lines before putting down the book and reaching through the other sleeve of his coat.

The book that had just been lying on Barakas' knees for a few seconds, and now lying on the couch in a different place, was Barracas' must-buy magazine for every issue.

Due to his busy schedule, this issue was published for several days, and Barakas finally got home when he was able to buy it at a neighborhood bookstore passing by.

As usual, Mr. Barakas, who was busy, had to stop for a while after reading only a dozen articles, but unlike usual, this time the temporary stop was the one that suited his taste and interest him the most.

Barakas closed the door, and the air currents he brought up made him smell himself, and he muttered a kind word again, involuntarily remembering the story he had just seen.

He cursed to himself, "Damn the formula! Damn constants! If they were really the data that the pervert had made up, I would have been lying in the bathtub and reading a book instead of munching on a sandwich in the car and rushing to the lab. ”

In the apartment room, the magazine lying quietly on the sofa still stayed on the page he had just opened, and the most striking thing was naturally the enlarged headline: "The Cage of Skyrim".

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Crossroads.

Antares/Desai looked at a driver two or three meters away from him who was munching on a sandwich in the car, waiting for the green light countdown to end.

No matter how experienced the FBI agent was, it was impossible for him to know that the other man's head was hovering over a science fiction story in the magazine in the passenger seat beside him.

Even, it was the story that Antares was thinking about.

The slight difference was that what Antares admired and remembered was the subtle punishment described by the lovely author.

Perhaps, some of them can be slightly adapted. The green light came on, and with this thought and a strong sense of longing, Antares stepped on the accelerator hard and drove the car into the suburbs.

There was a secret detention cell with a few gentlemen who had lived there for several days, but were still not very happy to talk to him intimately.

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In the void, the message from the fleet commander appears with the highest priority in the mental wavelength of all fleet members: "Energy replenishment complete. Repeat, the energy is replenished. Attention detachments, immediately and thoroughly search the current galaxy as originally planned. Repeat, be sure to search thoroughly. As soon as you spot that damn sin spreading maggots, immediately launch an annihilation attack. Repeat, immediately launch an annihilation attack. ”

Universe X3337.2467, Y1414.4312, Z2123.6987 position, the original tight formation of the three independent fleets of the Serge Alliance slowly dispersed.

"Didn't you wait for the direction of the Coalition Command?" The lieutenant who had just taken office for six hundred years (the stupid unit of time that converts the earth) sent a private wavelength.

"We must do our best, we must not wait. Perhaps in the time of waiting, countless innocent lives were lost. And that old trouble...... That damn old trouble! The stinky maggot wouldn't wait, and by now, he should have passed through the poor parasite and controlled the planet that the jump reached. ”

"So fast?"

"Faster than you can imagine. Unless ......"

"Unless what?"

"Unless he jumps to a planet controlled by an indigenous carbon-based civilization."

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That's the end of the first volume. The second volume will be updated on May 11th, thank you for your support.