When Su Hong saw this scene, she felt that the hands on her watch trembled, and she almost jumped a bar.

Qiao Dui's skin and flesh bloomed, and the wet internal organs inside were opening their mouths to speak, like several old brothers living in an alley playing chess and chatting, this surreal picture looked strange even in the eyes of the Chosen One, provoking Su Hong's nerves.

"Don't worry, they're all good friends of mine, aren't they?"

Qiao Du looked at her beating heart, and in response to his words, the heart stopped and opened its mouth.

"Yes, yes!"

Those chattering internal organs were gossiping, but Qiao Du didn't just hang them out, but quickly put them back, otherwise it wouldn't be easy to deal with the ashes.

Qiao Duan straightened his clothes, and when he saw Su Hong staring at him vigilantly, he spoke.

"Xiaohong, let's eat seafood noodles at night!"

"Don't you feel anything wrong?"

Su Hong hesitated for a moment before asking tentatively.

"The doctors said I was very healthy."

Twilight nodded.

Su Hong was silent for a while.

He figured that maybe Qiao Dui's peculiarity allowed him to keep his sanity to this extent, uh, whether Qiao Dui was sane or not was still a question, and it couldn't be worse than when he was in [Madhouse].

"Let's go."

He saved the document and turned off the computer.

Seeing this, Qiao Du came to the window and closed the window, said goodbye to the grass in the pot and the corner of the wall seriously, and followed Su Hong out of the door.

“.”

Su Hong felt that at best, at least there should be no other problems in the room except for the two guys who didn't know what it was.

The two walked through the rows of high-rise buildings to a row of shops under the overpass near the main road, although this side was along the street, but it was facing the main road, and there were no customers except for the residents who lived nearby and the migrant workers who worked in the CBD.

The seafood noodles Qiao Du said are here, the boss is from a coastal city, and his skills are good, so he didn't think that this small shop with only six tables could also order expensive seafood such as king crab and small green dragon.

Of course, Qiao Du can't afford to eat.

The seafood rice bowl here costs 38 yuan a serving, and he came here to eat it to improve the food.

He ordered a prawn rice bowl, and Su Hong was a seafood family portrait noodle, the price was the same, but Qiao Du's only had shrimp, and the seafood family portrait noodles had miscellaneous fish, shrimp and shellfish.

The TV in the store is broadcasting the news, and there was a gas leak in the city in the northern part of the island, which killed more than a dozen people, and the cause of the accident is under investigation.

"Probably due to an anomaly."

Su Hong took a sip of noodles and said casually.

"It's hard."

Qiao Du couldn't help but sigh that there were really not many jobs like them.

He ate quickly, and when Su Hong was still chewing slowly, Qiao Du had already licked the plate clean.

The TV was still reporting international news, and Qiao Du looked at it twice and felt that he was not interested, and saw that he was surrounded by financial workers working nearby, so he decided to do a little offline promotion.

After all, Qiao Du is a social terrorist, and he can't get those bells and whistles.

He first aimed at the little brother who was sitting across from him and eating squid fried rice cakes.

"Friend, do you use a tree hole net?"

Qiao Du asked.

The little brother on the other side was stunned, and he didn't know for a while whether Qiao Du was talking to Su Hong next to him or talking to himself, but looking at Qiao Dui's sincere eyes as if he had not received nine years of compulsory education, he still slowed down his chopsticks slightly.

"Use is used, but just to see"

The little brother thought that he didn't take pictures either, and he was still a boy opposite, so he shouldn't give himself a punch, right?

"Do you know the account of the Science Exploration Bot?"

Qiao Duan became interested, ignored Su Hong's eyes next door, and asked again.

"What's that?"

The little brother doesn't understand much.

"Give me your phone."

Qiao Du said naturally, and the little brother naturally handed his mobile phone to Qiao Du for a while.

I saw Qiao Dui operating skillfully, and quickly used the little brother's account to follow the account of the scientific exploration bot, and liked all the messages before the account, before returning the phone to the little brother.

"Here you go, it's nice inside!"

Qiao Twilight smiled like a sunny and cheerful big boy.

“？”

A question mark popped up on the little brother's head.

I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in Qiao Du's gourd.

He glanced at the account casually, and at first he thought it was an advertising account, but when he saw the beginning of the latest article, the little brother suddenly felt that the mobile phone screen seemed to exude some magic and suck him into it.

stared at it for three minutes before the little brother came back to his senses because of the vibration of the message received on his mobile phone.

The boss is urging himself to hand in the materials again.

No matter how bitter the coffee is, it is not as bitter as the life of a worker!

Raising his head, the little brother found that Qiao Du and Su Hong had already finished eating and left.

He hurriedly finished pulling his fried rice cake chop, rushed back to the company, and disposed of the messy work in a hurry, and when he looked up again, it was already half past nine in the evening.

Stretching his waist, the little brother picked up his phone and found that the app before the lock screen stayed in this article of the scientific exploration bot.

He leaned back slightly, relaxed, and read the article seriously.

According to the little brother's understanding, this is a background of the Republic of China with a little fantasy.

He has seen a lot of complaints about this type of story on the Internet before.

What a hand-tossed devil, my grandfather was brutally killed when he was nine years old, and he has also tasted a lot of jokes about shooting with a hammer as a firing pin.

So at first, the little brother didn't have much expectations.

But looking at it, he felt that he had come to the old city hotel, facing warlords, dignitaries, wealthy businessmen, as a spy agent, he must be extremely careful, otherwise he may be exposed at any time and be secretly executed.

He saw the singers on the stage, the people wandering on the dance floor, and out the window, the people were struggling to make a living, the world was hot and cold, and farther away, the war was raging, and the earth was devastated.

Although those words look clumsy, plain, and vulgar at first glance, the little brother sees a plausible and equally suffering nation through this small old city.

He was unconsciously intrigued.

When the banquet began, the play called "The King in Yellow" was staged, and those who used to be well-dressed fought each other, and outside the window, the red mist was strange and unpredictable, and he felt both refreshed and a little scared.

Eventually, the red mist spread to the banquet hall, and the warlord, who had exhausted his calculations, festered and dissipated into the mist.

The singer is sent away, the screenwriter lurking in the enemy camp dies, and the New Year arrives, and everything is full of hope.

The little brother was stunned.

He thought about it a lot, but his long-term work has made him lose the ability to express this mood, and the little brother can only click on the comment area to see if there are any talented netizens who say what they think.

(End of chapter)