Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 1002: No Return (Part )
Luo Binhan put the card into his trouser pocket and stood up with his backpack. The wooden chair lost its balance and fell over at his feet. He quickly looked around and found no signs of commotion. The calm would not last long. Even if it was nap time, there would always be people nearby who would notice the regional power outage and the general malfunction of mobile equipment. But it would not be easy for them to find the cause of the malfunction. The problem was not here. The threat came from those who knew the secret and were prepared.

He picked up his backpack and hurried into the dry toilet at the front of the clearing. This matchbox-style building has an area of ​​less than 10 square meters. Many old farm tools and cleaning tools are piled in the corner, and for some reason there is also a large bundle of dried wormwood. The remaining space can't even accommodate two adults to sit comfortably inside - considering its actual function, this is not a problem. It's just that the stench in the central pit cannot be dissipated, and it is all sealed in this extremely small space; the ventilation system is extremely simple, relying entirely on the gaps reserved above and below the door, and a small window opened at the highest point of the wall.

Luo Binhan grabbed a handful of dry wormwood, rolled them into a ball, and stuffed the window tightly. Then he took off his coat and wrapped the left and right sleeves of his coat around a broom and a long-handled shovel, respectively, and hung them like curtains to cover the gap in front of the door. This sealing measure was really sloppy, but it was enough in such a small space. He threw his backpack into the empty iron bucket, threw the things he was holding in his hand into the back of the bucket, and stuffed the card into the inside of the medical brace on his right wrist. The fixing belt of this brace has a hard plastic structure, which cannot be judged by touch whether it is hidden, and it is not easy to remove and check. He just learned how to loosen it properly last night.

When everything was done, he walked to the innermost wall and turned his back to the door to meditate. Now the room was dark, hot and humid, and the suffocating stench filled the air and penetrated into the body through the respiratory tract. It was like an ancient dungeon built to torture criminals. A person staying in such a shabby room had no other thoughts except going crazy and running away. He could not think of any positive things, such as beautiful fragrance or pleasant atmosphere. He had to close his eyes and hold his breath, concentrating on experiencing the feelings, so that he could find a subtle intoxication in his memories.

He did not forget to calculate the time: if he was familiar with the road, it would take at least ten minutes to run from the wooden bridge to here; and if he came from a closer location, such as under the eaves of a house five hundred meters away, he might have to check on Yuan Xiaoxian's safety first. He thought it would take at least five minutes. However, from the moment he threw away his phone until Xide suddenly kicked open the shabby wooden door of the dry toilet, Luo Binhan estimated that it was less than two minutes. Either this kid is a potential track and field champion, or he has already ambushed nearby. When Li Li deliberately turned up the volume of his phone, Xide was sneaking up to her in the midst of her seemingly inappropriate shouting, and he didn't notice it at all. They had used this trick on Zhou Wen before, but it was a pity that it had little effect. It was still applicable to him.

"Put your hands up," Cid said from the doorway, "and turn around slowly."

Luo Binhan did as he was told. He moved slowly and saw Xide standing outside the door with his back to the light, his arms hidden under his open coat, and the black muzzle of the gun exposed in front of his collar, aiming not at his face or chest, but at his thigh. This could probably be seen as a warning, indicating that this person would decisively open fire if in danger, and anyway he was not worried about killing him on the spot.

"Can't you be polite when you do things?" Luo Binhan raised his hands and said, "Why don't you shout before you come in? What if I'm squatting in the toilet right now?"

Xide's face was tense and expressionless. The distance between them was not enough for them to reach each other with their arms, so his eyes were mainly on Luo Binhan's legs, guarding against his opponent's sudden attack. He held the gun steady and gave orders calmly, like an experienced veteran. He must have been warned by Li Li in advance and knew that close combat was what he should avoid the most. He ignored Luo Binhan's words, but used his peripheral vision to confirm that there was no room for evasion or other lurking threats in the dry toilet, and then stepped back step by step.

"Walk out slowly." He still held the gun and said, "Every step must be slow."

"Why don't you come in? It's quiet in here."

Xide didn't like to talk, he just slightly lowered the muzzle of the gun exposed outside his clothes and aimed at his extremely inflexible left knee. This kid didn't care whether the shot would cause amputation. Luo Binhan had no choice but to continue to follow the order; he took every step as slow as possible, deliberately exaggerating the stiffness of his left leg, and occasionally staggering and shaking slightly; but these provocations were minimal, because he didn't want the other party to take the opportunity to retaliate.

He walked out unscathed, standing on the path in front of the toilet, still with his hands half raised. Cid stayed ten steps away from him, while Azmao stood further away, with an angle that allowed her to see both of them, but she could also escape and hide in a nearby building at any time. Without electronic equipment, she couldn't go any further away, otherwise she would be completely confused about the situation.

Cid held the gun and circled around him twice, observing if he had anything hidden under his clothes. "If you're looking for my backpack," Robin Han said, "I just threw it into the toilet - I was about to relieve myself, and you kicked it in."

"Take off your shirt," said the Cid.

"Are you serious?" Luo Binhan looked at the houses around him. "You won't ask me to take off my pants next, will you? Why don't you let me go in again and take out my backpack..."

Xide lowered the gun again, and Luo Binhan had no choice but to reach out and unbutton his shirt. He seriously considered whether to really take off his pants or just do it directly - Xide had been standing at the door for a while after all - he threw his shirt on the ground, stepped back ten steps as required, and let the other party walk over to check it himself.

"The smell may not be very pleasant." He kindly reminded, "I accidentally bumped into the wall inside..."

Xide squatted down and used his hands to check inch by inch to confirm that there was nothing hidden under the clothes. During the whole process, he did not let Luo Binhan out of his sight for a second, and the muzzle of the gun did not even shift. After he confirmed it, he stood up again. Fortunately, his next instruction was not to ask him to take off his pants, but to put on his clothes. After all, someone could see him at any time in this place.

"Thank you." Luo Binhan said. While he was getting dressed, Xide stretched his left hand behind his back, probably making some kind of gesture, and Azmao hurried over. She also had some experience in anti-bear, and before approaching, she deliberately circled half a circle, adjusted the direction to behind Xide, and then began to close the distance.

"The things may still be inside the building," Cid said. "Go check it out. If you find anything, take it out. If there is anything unusual, exit immediately. If you don't find anything within thirty seconds, exit and report first."

The expression on Azmao's face was much richer than Cid's, and her nervousness and curiosity could be seen at a glance. Luo Binhan smiled at her friendlyly: "I threw the backpack into a bucket near the corner. You can see it when you go in. It won't take more than 30 seconds."

She listened to him very carefully, like chewing a normal-looking nut to determine whether it was rotten inside. In the end, she probably didn't taste anything strange, so she circled closer to the toilet; when she was almost at the door, she finally found what the "building" that Cid was talking about was, and she leaned back in front of the stinking black hole, and then she covered her nose and walked in.

"Oh." Luo Binhan waited until she was completely inside before he said, "I almost forgot that not all my things are in my backpack. I accidentally dropped a card into the toilet, and before you came in, I was still preparing myself mentally and wanted to fish it out. But since you're here, do you mind helping me?"

Xide obviously knew what the "card" meant, and he also needed to restore communication with Li Li, in case someone nearby saw him kidnapping someone at gunpoint, which would make things difficult to resolve. But he was very patient and did not give Azmao additional orders at the last minute. It seemed that he had to wait for her to take out the backpack first.

Luo Binhan still raised his hands, looking up at the sky idly. The sky was clear and brighter than the previous two days. This kind of weather was most suitable for catalyzing the ripening of fruits. As long as there were no extreme conditions in the next few days, he felt that the fruit farmers should have a good harvest this year.

"I see you don't seem to like to laugh very much." He asked Xi De with concern, "Is it natural? Or is there something wrong?"

Xide turned a deaf ear to him and just focused on his hands and feet. He was standing in the backlight, so he would not be affected by the sun, but he did not blink for such a long time. Luo Binhan was a little curious about how long he could last. Not only that, this man must have been counting in his mind, and he was more patient than Luo Binhan. When Luo Binhan had counted to forty-six in his mind, he just glanced at the quiet toilet with his peripheral vision.

"It's been a while, isn't it?" Robin Han said. Without waiting for Xi De to answer, he shouted loudly: "Cat! Cat! Do you hear me? Mimi? It's time to go home for dinner!"

There was no answer from inside the dark door.

"She might have fallen into the toilet," Luo Binhan suggested. "We'd better go get her out as soon as possible. Falling into a toilet like this could be fatal."

Xide finally reacted. But he did not take any action that would satisfy Luo Binhan's wishes, such as going in to check immediately or ordering Luo Binhan to go in. Instead, he slightly lowered the muzzle of the gun and changed the target from the knee to the outside of the calf. That part can avoid the most dangerous arteries and make it inconvenient for people to move. This guy is really going to shoot. Luo Binhan's face suddenly changed and he looked at him viciously.

"Just try if you dare." He lowered his voice and said, "Not many people here can recognize the sound of a silencer, but if you shoot now, I will immediately shout that someone is stealing a child here. What if they see my gunshot wound? Your boss can't help you now. What about when the police come? She can change the surveillance, but can she also erase the memory of the witnesses? Or you can kill me on the spot to silence me, then run back and make excuses to your boss... Do you dare?"

He didn't expect this taciturn guy to answer, but Cid actually managed a little smile.

"I dare you," Cid replied coldly, "but you are not worth it."

Luo Binhan whistled. "We'll see." He pointed in the direction of the toilet and asked mockingly, "What are you going to do?"

Xide was silent again, thinking, without asking any extra questions. This situation made Luo Binhan regretful. The opponent's difficulty and caution were beyond his expectations. No wonder Li Li regarded him as the last insurance.

"You go first," Cid said after a moment, "Go to the parking lot, and I'll follow."

"What? You're going to abandon your partner here?"

"Leave immediately."

"She's going to die here."

Xide still repeated his orders, and turned the gun to his arm, probably thinking that it would be easier to subdue and knock out a man with a broken arm. Luo Binhan still stood there, looking directly into the other's eyes.

"She will die in there," he said to Cid. "I have a rare poison that I put on my backpack. Once it comes into contact with human skin, it will be poisoned. If she is poisoned for ten minutes, the antidote in my bag can save her. More than ten minutes? I suggest you don't contact her family before cremation. Because, as you should know, some toxins don't look good after a person takes effect. Although she can't make a sound, she might scratch her face when she struggles."

"You're not carrying any poison." "Really?" Robinson asked, "How well do you think your boss knows me? Did she explain to you why you couldn't get close to me? Because I'm a natural strongman?"

"Leave now."

"Shoot her," Robinson said. "You have to have something to say when you face her family, right? I didn't want her to die - the poison was meant for you, but you didn't fall for it and you even had a gun on you."

Xide's eyelids twitched slightly. He almost blinked, but it was only through amazing self-control that he kept his eyes open. Unfortunately, some things cannot be solved by controlling oneself alone; after reconsidering, he slowly adjusted his direction so that he was facing the open door, with Luo Binhan between him and the door.

"Go and bring her out." He ordered succinctly, "You go in with your back to me, and you are not allowed to look back. You can only drag your feet, don't touch other parts. You must stand on the side close to the door, and you are not allowed to turn around."

With his back to the nearest street, he no longer hid the gun in his coat but held it straight up—for more accurate and quick aiming—at Robinson's head. His message was clear: if anyone tried to take hostages or use an unconscious person as a human shield, he would have a good case against his boss.

After Luo Binhan turned and walked into the door, he knew that Xide was also moving behind him, always keeping a shooting view. A thought suddenly flashed in his mind: if this guy was actually holding a tranquilizer gun, it would be troublesome. However, he concluded that Li Li would not take such a big risk to get such a new weapon with slow effect, short range and limited ammunition. Things have come to this point. Even if she has not used the "ultimate countermeasure" yet, she must at least come up with a backup plan.

Azmao didn't fall into the toilet, but just sat against the wall at the back, hugging her knees and looking down in thought. When Luo Binhan walked in, she was sighing very quietly, twisting a bunch of her hair with her fingers. The smile on her face was like that of a six-year-old child - in fact, she was smiling much happier than Yuan Xiaoxian.

"Quiet." She murmured in satisfaction, then frowned, "It smells bad."

Luo Binhan looked at her expression with a little interest, then leaned over and grabbed her feet and dragged her out. She didn't struggle much, but just looked at him half awake, and stretched out her arms to shield her eyes when the sun was exposed. He dragged her to the door and stopped, stepped back two steps, and still raised his hands to face Xi De.

"I'll leave it to you." He smiled friendly. "You see, I never thought of taking the opportunity to break her neck."

If Cid had wanted him to drag Azmaw out a little further, this sentence would have been enough to change his mind. Cid asked him to retreat twenty steps to the open area, enough to allow the shooter to slightly shift his sight, but not to really get out of the shooting range. After making sure that Luo Binhan could not flash to his face, he quickly walked behind Azmaw and crouched down slightly.

"Az?" he asked, keeping his partner and opponent in sight. "Can you hear me?"

Azmao looked around in confusion. She looked familiar to Luo Binhan. But her next reaction made him worried, because she seemed to understand Xide's words. "Yes." She responded clumsily like a child learning to speak. Then she looked at the ground again and smiled mysteriously and happily.

"These mice can sing," she said, pointing to the grass roots on the ground.

The color had drained from Xide's face. When he stood up, he had to hold the gun with both hands to balance the impact of his rapid breathing. Luo Binhan half raised his hands with a nonchalant smile on his face. "I told you, she only has ten minutes. The antidote is in my bag, and one of us must go get it. Who are you going to choose?"

But finally, the moment came when he could give others a hard time. Xide was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with suppressed anger. Luo Binhan looked at him, guessing what he was thinking: Go into the bathroom to get the backpack himself? Too risky, not only might he repeat his partner's mistake, but it would also give the target a chance to escape or sneak in. Monitor the target with a gun as he went in to get it? This option seemed safer, but who knew what was hidden in the backpack?

"I'll go in and get the antidote." He suggested, "I can't escape anyway, and killing her won't do me any good. How about I just be kind and spare her?"

Cid's statue-like face twitched slightly. Suddenly, Robinhan clearly saw him blink, and the muscles of his eyelids and cheeks slowly relaxed. He himself was still unaware, still keeping his eyes wide open, aiming at the target, thinking about countermeasures. "No, I'll go in," he said, "but I'll shoot your feet first."

"Then everyone nearby will hear me scream."

“It takes time for them to react.”

The muzzle of his gun had already moved down before he finished speaking. Robin-Han was also preparing to throw himself into the nearest ditch. It would be best if Cid didn't hit him. If he hit him once or twice, he could still rely on painkillers to get through this period and then find a way to return to the car. There was something in the trunk that could be used to stop the bleeding and bandage - his thoughts stopped here; he saw Cid's hand holding the gun suddenly loosen weakly, the gun fell to the ground, and the barrel with a silencer hit the tip of its owner's shoe. Cid lowered his head and stared at his feet, his face twitching strangely, like a drowning man trying hard to raise his head above the waves. When Robin-Han walked up to him, he was still staggering and bending over, trying to pick up the gun.

Robinson kicked the pistol aside, then gently pushed Cid on the shoulder, trying to make him fall into the door. As a result, Cid stood up against the wall. The neurotoxin from an unknown source made him smile uncontrollably, but he was still trying to open his eyes and try to break free from the controlled body with his will. Robinson walked past him and punched him in the stomach again.

This time he really fell down. Luo Binhan walked to the corner, picked up the backpack from the iron bucket, and fished out four bloated butterfly-shaped gummies from the gap between the bucket and the wall. They hatched quickly under the scorching sun outside, and their size was a circle larger than those that stuck to Shi Qi. Unfortunately, the number was too small, and the distance was too far, so the effect was not as ideal as he expected. Fortunately, Xide stood in front of the door for a long time, and the wind was not strong today. Luck was on his side.

He walked out holding four squirming candies, and first let Az, who was about to wake up, sniff them a few times. "Here, I'll give you a candy." He said, and stuffed a purple-pink candy into her palm. Az rolled on the grass with joy.

Cid slid to the ground with his back against the wall, but his hand reached into his coat, shaking as he tried to grab something. Robin grabbed his wrist and found that he was holding a dagger hidden in the inner lining pocket. But he was not holding the handle of the knife, but trying to hold the blade tightly to cut his palm. Somehow, this kid was still conscious, maybe thinking about pain stimulation or bloodletting therapy.

Robin searched him first, feeling a few small metal discs on his back. He guessed that they were some kind of electric shock device, allowing Li Li to provide a silent alarm to her men. He carefully checked the coat again to make sure there were no additional eavesdropping or positioning devices under the fabric. When he was finally satisfied, he put Cid's coat on himself, went outside to pick up the silenced pistol on the grass, and tapped Cid's head with the barrel of the gun.

"Lend it to me for a bit," he said to the frantic eyes. Cid looked extremely miserable, even the curve of his mouth was stiff. Robinson couldn't help but frown. He wasn't sure that the little gadgets in Sugar City would have the same effect on everyone; Azmao's reaction was similar to Shiqi's, but Cid's was a bit unexpected. He hoped that this wasn't a manifestation of some kind of allergy.

Twenty seconds passed. The adverse reaction did not disappear from Xide, but there was no sign of further deterioration, as if this man just really didn't like to laugh. Luo Binhan decided not to waste any more time. He placed a butterfly a little further away from Xide to maintain the effect, stuffed the remaining two into his pocket, and then packed up the backpack that had been messed up before. "I don't know if you can still hear me," he said as he stuffed the black box deep into the bag, "If you can, remember to tell your boss what I said - you see, Li Li, people who are too principled will never win."

He threw his backpack behind him, stood up and walked towards the workshop in front. When he took a step, something grabbed his foot. Luo Binhan turned his head and saw that it was still Cid who tripped him. At this moment, the man had completely fallen to the ground, trembling all over, and the muscles on his face were spasming as if two souls were fighting in the nerves and blood vessels; one of them was already immersed in a dream, while the other was still holding Luo Binhan's foot. Luo Binhan took the gun in his hand, rubbed the texture of the silencer with his fingertips, and looked coldly at the suffering face on the ground.

"What are you holding on to?" he asked in confusion. But no one answered him. So he raised the gun and aimed at Cid's head, imagining if he pulled the trigger, would the hand loosen or hold on tightly.

"Bang!" he said, and the muzzle of the gun trembled slightly. Then he kicked Cid away and turned to the street.

Half an hour later, he found what he wanted in Yuan Xiaoxian's workshop. The whole process went smoothly, with almost no setbacks. This was the easiest part for him: a person who did not live nearby came to buy furniture half a year ago. He did not drive, nor did he use the online shopping system. He also tried to avoid going to public places. It was likely that this person would choose to deliver the goods to the door. In such a private workshop, transaction records can easily bypass the network system, as long as all documents are handwritten. Although he did not know what name Feng Chuxing was using now, merchants who did not want to cause any accidents would always ask customers to fill in the delivery address themselves.

The Yuan family had organized the receipts very neatly, which made it much easier for those who came to steal the account books. He only needed to use a gun to knock off the lock, find the bill book for the corresponding time period, quickly browse the documents, and lock the one he needed. If this were a large company with strict regulations, it would definitely be very troublesome. Fortunately, small merchants are both convenient and have few orders, so his experience is enough to deal with it. And if he really can't find what he wants, there are other ways: Yuan Xiaoxian didn't have time to slip away, and he still has two candies in his pocket.

He tore off the receipt with the matching handwriting, thought about it carefully, and simply took out all the bill books for the entire six months - in the future, Li Li might look for clues based on the part he took away, and he couldn't help her narrow the scope. He put the stolen account books into his backpack, stood up and looked around the workshop. Yuan Xiaoxian sat in the farthest corner, with thin strips of cloth tied around her hands and feet. He didn't cover her mouth, but she didn't cry or scream, just watched quietly. Maybe she already knew about guns. Children these days know everything.

There was a thoughtful look in her eyes. This situation was indeed worth her thinking about: a gangster broke into her house and stole the account book, and she was forced to witness the whole process. She had seen this man's face, heard him speak, and even saw him holding a gun, so how would this man deal with her? Her answer to this question was not very optimistic. Luo Binhan could see it from her slight shrinking and her fingers secretly writing. He gently pulled her away to see what words she had left in the pile of sawdust behind her. It was a crooked word "曾", and there was an unfinished grass radical next to it. Luo Binhan wiped it with his toes, and the strokes on the sawdust pile disappeared without a trace.

"You're very perceptive," he smiled at her, "I don't think I can shut you up for long."

Yuan Xiaoxian curled up. The expression on her face was dull, perhaps because she knew that showing hatred or fear now would lead to death. Luo Binhan squatted in front of her, with the muzzle of the gun pointing to the ground. "Xiaoxian," he looked into her eyes, "I don't know what your relationship with 'Zeng Hao' is, but you'd better not get involved in this matter. No matter what others ask you, just say you don't know. This is the best choice for you. You will definitely have a good life in the future, with people who really care about you and care about you."

He stood up and took a step back. He could see his own reflection in Yuan Xiaoxian's dark eyes, this monster who suddenly broke into her life from a strange world.

"But," he continued, "if one day you can find me - although this possibility is not great - if you really find me alive and want to avenge me for someone, or simply for yourself... I am always welcome."

(End of this chapter)