Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 962: Killing is Not Difficult (Part )

"I didn't really believe in fate before," said Robin Han. "But, I don't know why. Every time I see you, every time I think of you, I feel more and more disgusted by you. Although you should be shot ten thousand times according to interstellar law, what is the problem with me? I can't explain it clearly - maybe we had a feud in our past lives! This is indeed not fair, but there is a voice in my heart telling me: If you die earlier, things will be much better."

In front of the window, Zhou Wenxing propped up his arms, as if trying to slide down from the windowsill. Luo Binhan moved the muzzle of the gun from aiming at his chest to his face. "Don't move. Let's talk for a while."

"Is that gun enough to kill me?"

"That's the nature of us commercial speculators," Robinson said. "Well, let's just try it first."

"Aren't you worried that I might kill you in return?"

"What does it matter? It's just one less burden on the world."

Zhou Wenxing's shoulders shrugged slightly, like the movement of a person sighing.

"Then why didn't you just shoot? Were you worried that the laser would penetrate the glass? With the power of the gun in your hand, it is indeed possible to accidentally injure people outside, or at least attract attention from outside. After all, this is not something that should appear in your world, so please consider the situation of others."

"That seems to make sense," Robinson said. "But speaking of other people's situations, I may have to ask you about another person."

"The Yongguang tribe on the Xuanhong ship?"

"You are really smart!" Luo Binhan couldn't help but praise, "If my brother is half as useful as you, I will definitely make him the crown prince."

"Which brother do you mean?"

"Never mind that. Let's talk about the Yongguang Clan. Did you happen to meet him before you came to work for me?"

"No... But I know where he is."

Zhou Wenxing raised his hand and tapped the glass twice with his knuckles. Outside the window, the brightest star had already emerged from the clouds. He turned his back to the lonely star and silently chanted: "Without the incomplete, you don't know the round, and without the round, you don't know the incomplete. The round and the incomplete are related to each other, there is no round and incomplete."

Luo Binhan stroked his chin and thought for a few seconds. "He's on the moon?" He smiled incredulously, "What is he doing there? Making rice cakes with fairies?"

"Perhaps because they have received Xuan Hong's warning, they try to avoid hearing their brother's voice. Once, a member of the Yongguang tribe took the initiative to listen to the voice of Chaos and became the carrier of Chaos' incarnation. Once a highly spiritual race like them is infected by the influence of a negative incarnation, it is bound to cause a huge disaster."

"He's too cautious. Would you mind sending a message to call him back?" Luo Binhan said, "Really, I just have a few boxes of small cakes that I want him to try. Those are the top three selected by the Finance Department. It would be a pity to miss them."

"I can't do that. If he was planning to come back to check on you every once in a while, he should just stay there now."

"Did you hurt him? Be careful, his brother will bring a large group of police officers to look for you sooner or later."

"You mean the inspector with the scar?"

"I'm talking about the inspector who almost gave you a funeral."

"He won't kill me. The reason the group was specifically after me was mainly to recover stolen contraband."

"Did you steal it?"

“I just keep it with me.”

"What good stuff is that? Let me take a look too?"

Zhou Wenxing smiled, his fingers still tapping on the lonely star through the window. His eyes, as bright as the full moon, stared at the ceiling, as if he wanted to see through the wall to the eastern sky.

"I planted it on the back of the moon," he said.

"It sounds like you planted a tree." Luo Binhan couldn't help humming a tune, "Ask Wu Gang what he has?"

"It's just a flower. Before the flower blooms, the people who stay on the moon will not come back. And, after the flower fully blooms, I must leave here immediately."

"Oh, what is that flower..."

Zhou Wenxing shook his head and put his finger to his lips. "Just consider this a surprise," he announced. "I won't tell you anything more about the flower."

"You're so polite." Robin Han said, "I thought we could talk about anything."

"There is only one thing we can talk about - I will take what I need from you before the flowers on the moon bloom."

"I'm afraid you won't have this chance."

"Are you really going to attack me here? Not to mention how fragile the documents in this room are, if someone sees my body——"

Luo Binhan had a smile of suppressed anger on his face, as if he was ready to listen to his analysis of the risks of this matter. He nodded slightly, and suddenly pressed his finger down. A bright and dazzling laser shot out of the window - he was aiming at the head, but the opponent had already fallen off the windowsill before he pulled the trigger, so that his surprise attack only passed by the opponent's temples. "I've thought about it carefully," Luo Binhan said, "Compared to you, nothing else in the world matters. So let's do this. If someone breaks in and sees your body, I will accept the arrangement of fate. We will go our separate ways: you go to the furnace to rebuild your next life, and I will repent for this life in prison."

Zhou Wenxing's body pressed slightly, as if he was going to pounce along the aisle. Luo Binhan kicked the chair away and retreated, then fired three shots at the right opportunity. The thing dodged twice in the aisle, then flew up like a ghost, over the top of the compact cabinet on the right. In the blink of an eye, he escaped from this unobstructed corridor of death.

Luo Binhan glanced at the ground and the window quickly, but didn't find any bloodstains, so he took off his suit jacket and covered the hand holding the gun. The speed of that thing was definitely not as fast as the laser, but it could always predict the timing of his shooting - if this was not some kind of wonderful mind reading, then it might be achieved by observing the force of his fingers. He had to completely eliminate this possibility, anyway, at this distance, no matter how he aimed, it would be almost the same.

He hooked his foot on the overturned chair and kicked it towards the window that was pierced by the laser. There was a loud bang on the tempered glass, and the dense cracks blocked the view outside. Fortunately, no glass fragments fell, only the chair fell to the ground, and the rubber ring pad on the sole of one foot slowly rolled out. The echo of the loud bang lingered in the room, and Luo Binhan took this opportunity to exit the alley and slip into the corner by the door. It was a good place to defend, without having to guard behind him, and at the same time he could observe the exits of the alleys of the rows of compact cabinets.

These cabinets would probably not be able to protect against the laser weapons Yaleliga gave him. And as long as he didn't care about the documents in the cabinets and the completely crazy finance, he could just shoot them. But the same was true for the walls - in the next room, at least two auditors were doing their own things without knowing it. He might accidentally kill them before shooting Zhou Wenxing.

A vague and crazy impulse passed through his mind, and he felt the fingers under the coat were spasming slightly. His head was much lighter than before, as light as cotton, and there was a burning taste of blood under his tongue. Maybe he had bitten his tongue unconsciously just now, or maybe it was just the indescribable hatred that gave him an illusion. He found that he hated this monster so much that it had already exceeded reason and logic, and far exceeded the actual losses and risks he had suffered. Karma. He seemed to hear Jing Huang say that word in his ear.

But let it go. He stopped thinking about it. That thing is good at sniffing, maybe it can also smell the gunpowder of hatred. So he held his breath, quietly leaned against the wall, holding the gun, staring at the exit of each aisle between the cabinets, and his peripheral vision swept to the camera hanging on the top of the door. At this moment, he would definitely be photographed by the camera, but it was no big deal. This was not a position where the security guards would keep an eye on it all the time. At most, they would save records every few months. Li Li would definitely finish it before anyone found out about the problem.

The room was quiet again. A slight breeze leaked in through the broken glass, making his cheeks itch. He was considering whether to throw something out to make a noise, when the cell phone left on the floor of the corridor lit up. He deliberately put it down before shooting, hoping that if Zhou Wenxing rushed directly towards him after shooting, Li Li could help him keep an eye on him, or at least record something useful. Unfortunately, the thing did not play according to his plan.

He didn't have time to pick it up now, so he had to leave the phone with Li Li on the floor of the aisle near the window, at least to help him watch the leftmost aisle. But Li Li didn't just sit there and watch - the phone screen lit up, and then there was no reminder of dialing or calling, but Luo Binhan actually heard his own voice coming from the phone. It was exactly another him, trapped in the phone and shouting to the outside world.

"Hey, let's just call it a day today," the lifelike fake said on the phone. "Let's just stop here, okay?"

No one in the room answered it. The voice on the phone continued, "I know I was a little too excited just now, and I was neither thoughtful nor polite. I'm really a rude bastard (Luo Binhan couldn't help curling his lips), but I think you can understand, after all, you are not a particularly popular guest. But now, I have calmed down. It's not good for either side to make such a fuss, and it's easy to implicate others. Look at this place, the fruits of other people's labor are everywhere, and there are those who are working hard next door (Luo Binhan glanced at the phone again). Next time, we should choose a better place to solve private problems, find an island on the sea, or an abandoned factory, walk back to back for dozens of steps, and then turn around and shoot each other. This is called a fair duel!"

The voice and accent really sounded like him. Moreover, he didn't know what audio processing program Li Li used, but the voice didn't have any distortion from electronic components, and it was as natural as a living person talking in a room. If he closed his eyes, he would definitely not be able to tell the difference.

But Li Li forgot a very important point. He had just started to think about it when his lively and talkative electronic clone spoke again: "It seems that you are not very willing to make peace. That's okay, I have already thought about it. These account books are not important. If they are destroyed, it will only reduce my burden. As for those people next door... I don't think they are more than two or three meters tall. I just need to tilt the muzzle of the gun a little. So, I will count to ten now. If you are still unwilling to come out to make peace, I will have to do a few random shots first."

Luo Binhan had nothing to say. Li Li might have stolen all his network data to create such a cat-hating and dog-hating guy. She didn't make a mistake about the height of the sound source, and even simulated the subtle movement of fabric friction, as if there was really a guy squatting on the ground, talking about shooting high, but actually planning to do a laser rolling hall.

He estimated that Zhou Wenxing would definitely be able to hear it. These little tricks were prepared for people with keen hearing, and Zhou Wenxing would not be worse than him. But if the wolf was much more sensitive than him, this trick would be exposed. After all, it was just a mobile phone that could not be moved.

He didn't have time to think about it any more. "Ten," the fake in the phone said, "Are we really not going to make peace? Nine, you can just tell me what you want. Eight, do you want me to find you some crazy people to help you? Seven, I think my cousin is a good guy. Six, I really hope you can help him. Five, because he is really crazy. Four, that's enough. Three, your brother is screwed anyway—

This voice was really annoying, and Luo Binhan couldn't help but suspect that Li Li was taking the opportunity to take revenge on him. He never felt that he deserved a beating, but no matter what, this endless and relentless voice provided a good cover. When the voice said "eight", he thought about the next step and slowly raised the muzzle of the gun to the rows of cabinets. He estimated that the power of the laser could penetrate the cabinets and walls of the entire room, but when entering the next room, it would be at least two meters above the ground, and the room on the next floor was the large conference room of the administrative department. Since Nan Mingguang had already left, the room should be empty.

There was no way he could have thought it through any more thoroughly. His chances of success were pitifully small, and this was by no means the most favorable situation for him—but he had to give it a try. When Li Li counted to four in a false voice, he had made up his mind. Get the hell out of here. No matter what the future holds, no matter what people will think and do when they see this, no matter how many tricks are needed to deal with the consequences, or if they simply can't be dealt with—just burn this damn place down! In this place where the moon can't see, with the sound of rain gradually spreading over the broken windows, the wolf's story must end with death.

It's either me or you, he said to himself. He had picked the right time. People are sensitive to the number three, so he had to wait until two. When Li Li counted to two, he performed a whirlwind laser dance on all the cabinets.

“Two,” the voice on the phone said, “you shouldn’t even be here—”

There was a noise in the farthest corner of the room. Robinson reflexively pointed his gun towards it, but he didn't shoot. He heard something clicking rapidly, a bit like a time bomb in a game, and then it stopped with a snap. Everything was silent, except for the freshly fallen raindrops tapping gently on the window.

The sound was wrong. Luo Binhan fixed his gun and glanced at the phone on the ground with a flashing screen. In fact, he didn't need anyone to remind him, he could tell that the sound had the same flaws as Li Li's - the position was too low, it should be something near the floor, and it was too monotonous, not the sound of a living person moving.

"Hey," Li Li began to imitate him again, pinching his voice, "Are you hiding there winding up a bomb? If you do that, I'll just leave."

Luo Binhan gave her a thumbs down in his heart. This dog-headed military strategist actually took the opportunity to vent his dissatisfaction with him. You are already a little too much. He expressed this opinion by staring at the camera on the door. It was simply skinny and boneless, and could not reflect the deity's demeanor and reserve. Li Li ignored him. There was only a dazzling white background on the phone screen, and a huge emergency exit icon in the center.

She wanted him to leave. This was very clear. She wanted him to ignore the clicking sound in the corner and just unlock the door behind him, then turn around and go out, all the way out of this dangerous place. He nodded at the surveillance camera on the door again, acknowledging that her opinion was right. Since Zhou Wenxing was prepared and even had a trap for him, it would be difficult for them to get the upper hand again.

I know. He lip-synced to the camera. I know what you want to say. I'm not crazy, at least not because of anger, so I know you are right. But... well, he couldn't explain that feeling to her. He had to do it, and he had to do it quickly, otherwise... otherwise what? Probably a problem with the moon. The flowers on the moon are about to bloom. Light Bulb Eyes is going to turn into a stone man.

The sky was completely dark. The rain cloud he had seen earlier was a sign of a sudden rainstorm. The shadows of the corners of the room and the cabinets were all dark, as if they were soaked in ink. The clicking sound never came again. He could still shoot without hesitation, but that would immediately cause a commotion among others and also expose his own direction. So he moved slowly, and just as he lifted his heels, the phone next to him started talking.

"Hello?" he asked loudly on the phone, "Are you there? Are you still alive?"

He knew that it was Li Li who was covering for him, just to cover up the slight noise he made when he moved. She didn't approve of his plan, but when he insisted on doing it, she still performed her duties conscientiously and never let anyone down. So he sneaked in under the sound of the mocking Zhou Wenxing, crossing the aisles formed by the cabinets one after another, paying close attention to whether there was anything lurking in them. These cabinets that formed the aisles should be close together, because he could tell whether the cabinets had been moved by the exposed length of the ground slide rails.

At this moment, all the tracks were exposed on his side, as neatly arranged as each other's reflections in the mirror, which was enough to prove that the cabinets had been moved to the window. Unless they climbed over from the top, the alleys would be dead ends. He tilted his head, half of his vision fixed on the aisle, and the other half on the ceiling illuminated by the light outside the window. If Zhou Wenxing climbed over the top of the cabinet again, he could at least see his shadow. His nerves were getting more and more tense, and Li Li behind him kept raising his voice, sounding more and more like an angry and low-quality young man.

"Let's talk about the facts," she said in a very unkind voice, "your brother has been buried, the candles have been blown out, and the grass has grown on his grave! Can't you just be quiet? What good will this do you? Do you want him to crawl out and beat you up? If you really want to cause trouble, why don't you go find those who are more familiar with your brother?"

She was really acting less and less like a person. Luo Binhan really wanted to go back, pick up the phone, and hit the camera several times. He didn't know Zhou Wenxing's dead ghost brother well enough, so it would be hard to hit the point by gossiping about him. But it didn't matter - Zhou Wenxing knew Li Li, and he might have guessed who was lying.

He continued walking, stepping over track after track, like a pawn on a chessboard moving along the black and white grid. Shadows slumped at his feet, and the rain grew heavier, beating eagerly against the windows. When he was only a few steps away from the last corridor, he suddenly felt that everything in front of him seemed familiar. It must be just déjà vu, but he felt so real that this had happened before, in the same situation, in the same place, with the same purpose. He must have done it before, or maybe he would do it again in the future.

The last horizontal rail was right at his feet. He stepped over it lightly and pointed his gun at the last corner of the room. Zhou Wenxing was not there, only an egg-sized object lying on the ground.

(End of this chapter)