Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 843 The Great Master Luo
Before noon came, Luo Binhan asked Zhou Yu for a pen and paper, and made a list of to-do items for the whole day.He had originally planned to find someone to talk to Falk, but now it just increased the urgency of this matter.When the daylight just illuminated the living room, he was already thinking about how to find Falke later to demand compensation for his loss of reputation.He asked Zhou Yu if he wanted to go with him now, but Zhou Yu said that he still had work to do.Before locking himself in the bedroom, Zhou Yu found an unopened quick-frozen dumpling from the refrigerator, trying to make breakfast for the two of them.

Although Luo Binhan hadn't eaten any food with the characteristics of his hometown for a while, his knowledge of his friends made him reject Zhou Yu's offer.Some people's cooking skills will be described as "fatal", which does not apply to Zhou Yu.Zhou Yu's terrible cooking skills are closely related to his cleanliness.It is his excessive requirements for hygiene that have triggered various creative and imaginative cooking methods, so it can be said that there are few people in the world whose cooking is less deadly than Zhou Yu's—but that is not the same as being able to eat it.

After comparing Zhou Yu's cooking skills, Luo Binhan has been aware of the problems of these two people since a long time ago.Zhou Yu may be an alien, but her culinary skills are nothing more than ordinary bad cooking, lack of patience and experience in the kitchen.If she's willing to put her mind to it, she can do quite well.But Zhou Yu is completely different.Just as the essential problem of patients with achaemia is that they can't hear the tune, Zhou Yu's cooking problem is essentially a taste problem.That is to say, although Zhou Yu can tell the difference between sweet and bitter, he lacks judgment on what kind of food is delicious.The time when Luo Binhan discovered this was also Zhou Yu - if anyone can insist that Zhou Yu's cooking is of a high standard, and not out of love blindness (for a while, Luo Binhan really thought so), it can only show that this person Terrible taste in food.

Luo Binhan made breakfast for the two of them in the spirit of friendship and unity, and then began to think about what he should do during the day.He'd definitely have to talk to Falk, but it probably wouldn't take long.He can at least complete a few more important tasks.First, no matter whether he wants to make public the news of his return, he must first try to contact Yu Xiaorong to find out how she and her mother are doing; second, he has to consider how much money he has on hand.

It's boring and ridiculous to calculate your disposable cash surrounded by a group of weird aliens, but it's really crucial, because if he uses certain bank cards or spends in certain places, That is equivalent to telling the world.In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if Xie Zhenwan was already waiting downstairs in his residence—the new security guard could have been bought by a bottle of liquor last night, and of course he could have been bought by something else earlier .It could be someone else.Among the residents in the community, there are a few people who have the potential to tip off, but he doesn't want to go into it for the time being.

He spread the paper on the desk of Zhou Yu's house, and began to calculate how much safe cash he had that he could use in these few months.Cash that can be defined as safe includes banknotes, mobile payment software that does not require cash withdrawals from bank cards to recharge, and several bank cards that are completely handled by him personally.These accounts are not related to tax payment or company business, but they are not absolutely safe, because the funds in them are always transferred from less secure accounts, and the amount is not so large.

Assuming there's a formal, police-led disappearance investigation, there's nothing private about these private accounts.But Robin Han thinks things haven't reached that point yet.His father had long since ceased to be a cop, and most of his old buddies were nearing retirement.Unless he's really gone, it's never a smart idea to move those old foundations.Regarding Zhou Yu's matter, his father did his best - but what's the point?No one in Lihai City would have guessed the truth unless it came from the mouth of an interstellar criminal.

Robin-Han hasn't asked Farker how he produced his "proof of survival", and he guesses that it has something to do with virtual video, falsified communication, fingerprint, DNA or note identification anyway.None of these technical means can embarrass Fake.When thinking of this, Luo Binhan even had a flash of inspiration, and realized an excellent escape route: he can directly ask Falk to make him a gene clone, and let the clone help him deal with everyone, while he sits on the Silence Just walk away.Would Falk agree to do this?He never thought of this trick.

He was thinking about this escape route so absent-mindedly that he miscalculated several times in succession.When he finally estimated that he still had about 12 in cash that he could safely spend without drawing attention, he didn't understand for a while what that meant.His concept of the price level is already seriously unfamiliar, and it is not clear how many local merchants still have an impression of him in the past two years or so.But one thing is clear, that is, 12 is not enough to support him to spend a year of luxury.And strictly speaking, he still owes Zhou Yu a lot of money - the house maintenance fee for the past two years is not a small amount.If he still wants to go abroad to see Yu Xiaorong, it will be a lot of money.

Robin Han listed his important expenditure items in the next twelve months one by one, and finally had to admit that the situation is grim.He can temporarily default on the money Zhou Yu paid for him, but the air ticket will not be credited.There is no cleaning and part-time service, and he has to do all the housework by himself.There was no damage or replacement of large appliances (at this moment he hoped that Jing Huang would leave early).Best of all, there are no fuel or installation fees.This is nothing difficult.Because his flashy sports car for "fitting into the circle" must never be used, and his wardrobe has enough clothes for himself and Momolo.

He spent almost an hour doing a rough cost estimate, and finally put down the pen in a little boredom.He doesn't mind living a slightly modest life - it's far from even hard - but when he writes down the airfare or transportation costs and the like, he imagines Momoro's huge body Grab him and leap into the sky, and in a flash send him to the Regenberg anemone road.no.he told himself wearily.This is not acceptable.If something as big as Momoro's body was flying in the sky, it would not be comparable to a rich second generation returning from Africa.It will cause a worldwide sensation.Although "the whole world" is just a tiny place in this solar system.

So what does it matter?To hell with him.Let everyone be scared out of their wits.Keeping some up at night and missing work the next day.Let the car accidents and medical malpractice caused by absent-mindedness bloom everywhere.There is no more routine and order.Let reality be ripped apart by terrifying giants, and everyone will understand that they are living in a trivial and mediocre TV show.By then his reputation was worth nothing.Burn a few more cities to add to the fun!

Luo Binhan closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing in the quiet darkness.He stood up again and poured himself a glass of water, half for drinking and half for destroying the scribbles he left on the paper when he was distracted—he knew that Zhou Yu would not pursue it, let alone look through the trash can He just didn’t want to leave the smell of burnt paper in the study—then he re-wrote the estimated price of the air ticket and some miscellaneous handling fees on a piece of white paper.He didn't know if Momolo would really like it, but he set aside an expense to take the intern, who was over [-] years old, to local restaurants or amusement parks or something.

When all this is done, it will be five or ten minutes before eleven o'clock at noon.Luo Binhan turned on the world clock on his mobile phone and looked at it. He guessed that Yu Xiaorong was still sleeping on the bed at the moment.He still hadn't figured out how to make that first call, because that chick wasn't one to wait.Although Yu Xiaorong did not perform very well academically, he was born with the ability to sniff out troubles.She will definitely try her best to find out the truth about his "Journey to Africa".As a loving elder brother, Luo Binhan has enthusiastically made up several stories for her, for example, he is looking for the secret of human origin (humans are born of insects, he really intends to say so); or he is about to discover an unprecedented rare Plants, which can be used to make candies that are more delicious than ever (he did pack a bunch of alien candy tree berries in his suitcase).

Will Yu Xiaorong believe these claims?of course not.But as long as he thought of her jumping in anger because of this, Luo Binhan would happily make the story even more outrageous.He set a time for the memo and reminded himself to make this wonderful phone call to Yu Xiaorong later.

After everything was arranged, he stuffed the written paper into his pocket and knocked on the door of Zhou Yu's bedroom.Zhou Yu answered the door very slowly, and her hair was a bit messy, she didn't look like she was working at all.

Luo Binhan stared at him questioningly, Zhou Yu rubbed his eyes and said, "I fell asleep for a while."

"I'm going over to my place to see what's going on. Would you like to sleep a little longer? I'll do it myself."

"No, I'll go with you. I happen to have something to ask Jing Huang. Give me a few minutes."

Zhou Yu closed the door.Luo Binhan tried his best to restrain his curiosity from prying into the scene inside, but he couldn't help noticing that Zhou Yu was still wearing the pair of black gloves when he opened the door.He had asked about the gloves last night, and Zhou Yu said that he was accidentally burned while working, so he took off the gloves and let him see the bandages wrapped around his palms.

The bandages were so tight that not even the fingers were exposed, which seemed unavoidably worrisome.But Zhou Yu didn't seem to take it seriously. He told Luo Binhan that it was just superficial damage, and he dealt with it in a timely manner, so there would be no sequelae.Luo Binhan secretly noticed the way Zhou Yu was holding the coffee can with gloves on, and he seemed to be flexible and free, without any serious problems.However, he wondered a little, did Zhou Yu even wear gloves while sleeping?You know, those are the gloves he always wears when he goes out.How can a man who rolls his sleeves up to his elbows when he washes his hands tolerate this?
Before he could figure it out, Zhou Yu came out of the bedroom again.His appearance has been simply rectified, and he still wears gloves and holds the long-handled black umbrella.After going to the bathroom for a simple wash, Zhou Yu quickly walked towards the entrance.

"Let's go. Jing Huang should be waiting for us."

Luo Binhan followed in confusion.When they walked towards the gate of the community, Luo Binhan poked the long umbrella. The wooden handle was heavy and strong, and the handle was quite ornately carved.This umbrella looks like some kind of antique.

"The weather forecast didn't mention rain today," he said with feigned innocence as he waited for the taxi.

"Just in case." Zhou Yu replied.

"Is it convenient for you? Or change to a folding umbrella?"

Zhou Yu shook his head, so Luo Binhan took it as a matter of preference.When they got into the taxi, Zhou Yu uncharacteristically sat in the front row, but still clutched the extremely inconvenient black umbrella in his hand.Luo Binhan couldn't help poking his shoulder in the back seat and asked, "Is this umbrella something precious?"

"... just get used to it."

"Then why don't you sit back?"

Zhou Yu still shook his head.At first, Luo Binhan thought that this was another quirk that Zhou Yu had developed during the two and a half years of being apart. It wasn't until he was parking the car to check out that he suddenly understood what was going on now.He watched Zhou Yu pay the fare in the front row, and then walked towards the gate of the community with him.The weather was fine, the birds were singing in the treetops, and there was a certain magnolia fragrance in the air.Luo Binhan walked forward slowly, thinking of many things vaguely in his mind.It was painful, but also joyful.He sits forever in that chaotic boat—you are a man who sleeps in a boat all his life—

Downstairs in his residence, a large dog with pure black fur was squatting under the rose flowers.Its body is long and thin, like a steep black mountain, with two pointed ears forming the two peaks of the mountain.The dog's expression was so serious and dignified, and there was even a bit of sadness in the lowered face, the two girls who passed by were amused by it and laughed, carefully and tentatively stroking its head.The smooth-fronted Great Dane didn't wag its tail, but lowered its head slightly in cooperation, allowing them to touch its ears and chin.

Luo Binhan watched this scene with a distorted expression.He went up to talk to the two girls.They were new here, so they didn't know him.He introduced them to his brilliant Great Dane and apologized for forgetting to keep it on a leash.He swears that this morning he was going to take it for a walk, but the dog lost his temper with him and disappeared.But of course they were reconciled now, so it was here waiting for his return.Having said that, he twisted the black dog's ears vigorously twice.

After the two girls walked away, Luo Binhan finally breathed a sigh of relief.He turned and stared at the non-wagging dog with lasers in his eyes.Zhou Yu also approached with a black umbrella, looked at the black dog for a few seconds, and said, "Fake."

The black dog's ears flicked twice and said, "Zhou Yu, hello."

"This body is different from the one used before, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It's got a new look."

"Is there something wrong with the previous body?"

"No problem," the black dog said seriously, "the previous one has been used for too long, and it is easy to be recognized."

"Is Jing Huang upstairs?"

"Here I am."

Zhou Yu nodded, and continued walking towards the corridor of the apartment as if nothing had happened.The whole process was simply astonishing to Luo Binhan.He watched Zhou Yu go upstairs, then turned to Farke and said, "Do you think Zhou Yu seems to be from an alien?"

"He is a native life here." The black dog said, "I have investigated."

"Have you checked the eighteen generations of his ancestors?"

"Uh, no. From the blueprint comparison. He and all of you should have a common ancestor about 19 years ago."

"Is it impossible to introduce talents halfway?" Luo Binhan asked unwillingly.

"No. He is a native life just like you."

Luo Binhan looked at the black dog with a smile: "Do you think I'm still good now?"

Farke didn't answer, but Luo Binhan didn't think it really couldn't answer.The plan about the "escape route" resurfaced in his head.Half curious and half serious, he asked: "Can you create a former me? The one with the same body and memory? Let our experts here not check it out?"

"OK."

"Even he doesn't know?"

"OK."

"Then why didn't you do that before? I mean, during my disappearance, make a droid or something, so no one will ever find out that I'm missing. Isn't that more believable than going to Africa to see bugs? "

The black dog asked solemnly: "Do you really want to do this? Let this simulated thinking replace you?"

Robin Han paused.He crossed his arms and stood on the ground, thinking for a while expressionlessly.

"No," he said, "Forget it."

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　　1. I changed four editors in a row in three months.It needs to be pointed out that each of them is serious and responsible, but the average time in office is only about 22.5 days.

　　2. During these three months, I have been warned that I can't continue to publish the dead end, because I can't re-post what I have already posted, and all the existing reposted chapters of the dead end will be blocked.

　　3. But it was not carried out.Some people say it's okay, some people say it won't work, and some people say they don't know yet.After pouring hands a few times, no one can figure it out.Now the new editor teacher is only more confused than me about whether to stay or not. We are not sure what the ending will be, and no one answers us.I was 100% not understanding what the next surprise was waiting for me in the black box at the starting point.

　　4. After some friendly communication with the new editor teacher, this volume, the eighth volume of Dao Monkey "The Rain of Morning and Night" was moved to the latest chapter.It will be put back in its original place after this volume is finished, and it will be replaced by volume [-], which will become volume [-] after the completion of volume [-]... The new order is so that the operating officers can keep their operating funds, and I I hope that if you are willing to vote for me, you can also get a little feedback from the starting point.

　　5. I am going to study abroad, but the Dao Monkey update will not be affected by this.I will leave at 0112.Even though I don't have the face to say this, I hope you all wish me luck.

　　
　
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