Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 963: Killing is Not Difficult (Part )

On the ground was an overturned tin rabbit. This toy for children could only be seen on the market at least 20 years ago: the metal shell was painted snow-white, with a small orchid jacket painted on it with a light yellow edge and a water-red background. Its eyes were drawn with vermilion lines and stared at the visitor. There was a protruding clockwork knob on the side of its belly. The handle of the knob was shaped like the feather handle of an arrow. The whole toy looked like a rabbit shot to death by a cold arrow.

Luo Binhan only glanced at the little thing seriously. Something that was taken from the moon by the wolf - he turned this thought over in his mind and immediately threw it away. The noise just now was undoubtedly made by this little toy. First, the spring made the rabbit's two iron feet jump around, and then the elastic force ran out, and the rabbit hit the wall and fell over.

It was lying at the end of the corridor, between two rows of cabinets. The windows behind the corridor were sealed tightly, and there was only a fist-sized gap between the wall and the cabinet. Zhou Wenxing didn't know where he had hidden - it seemed that his original estimate was completely wrong. Zhou Wenxing could either really pass through the wall, or he could become as thin as a paper shadow.

He thought that his chances of winning were even lower, but he didn't move. If he opened the back door and escaped now, he would lose everything. He had to at least have the courage to take a look at the fake rabbit. So he looked carefully at the cabinets on both sides, pretended to take a step forward, and suddenly fired a shot at the top of the tin rabbit. The laser shot through the outer wall, making a hole as big as a soybean - it didn't matter, he didn't care about this little debt - the back of the hole was empty, and Zhou Wenxing was not hanging on the outer wall.

The noise from the other end of the room also stopped. Since he had fired the gun, Li Li no longer needed to cover his true position. They all waited quietly. Three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds, it seemed like half a century had passed, and Luo Binhan took only twenty breaths. He finally sighed, and the hand holding the gun dropped slightly, showing a relaxed posture.

"That thing got away," he said.

Li Li did not answer him. She might be cautious, or she might be really annoyed with him. Luo Binhan had to pretend to talk to himself. "He played with a clockwork toy," he actually took a step forward, and the muzzle swept over his head and both sides. "Tin Rabbit, I don't know where he bought such an antique."

He took two more steps and glanced back again, still nothing. He was only one or two steps away from the little thing. Come on, he thought, and kicked it lightly with his toes.

The mechanical rabbit turned over, but its red eyes were still staring at him. A faint black spot slid across its belly, which was the shadow of raindrops on the window. These old toys abandoned by the times always have a sinister and gloomy look. Luo Binhan stared at it with big eyes and had to admit that this was really a cheap and attractive trap. Anyone who saw it would inevitably be suspicious.

He looked at it for a while, then asked, "What are you looking at?"

The rabbit grinned. A loud music rang out from its iron belly wrapped in a water-red coat. It really spoke, and the sound was like thousands of iron wires of varying thickness twisted together, piercing straight into his head through his two ear holes.

"Hey," Rabbit said in a strange voice, "you know she's going to die."

Luo Binhan turned around abruptly. He was not surprised that this happened, because under his suit jacket, his left hand, which had been cursed by the witch, was as cold as if it was soaked in ice water. The rabbit was just a trick to attract attention, and there was no one hanging outside the window - he bet that if Zhou Wenxing didn't leave, he must have come from behind him. He was ready, turning around in less than half a second, and was about to pull the trigger, but then he let go. There was no one behind him.

At this moment, he finally heard clearly, or he could finally distinguish it. The noises lingering in his head actually had a direction. They were no longer in his heart, but came from behind him, as if growing from the ground where the rabbit was lying. Like a living vine singing wildly, it had grown to the back of his neck before he had time to look back. He had made a completely wrong bet, but there was no chance to turn back. Before the claws on his throat closed, he had to stand still and point the muzzle of the gun at his stomach. He had talked about this kind of thing with Zhou Yu before. It was said that the survival rate of piercing the abdomen was higher than that of piercing the chest, and Zhou Wenxing should be shorter than him - if this matter could really be thought of with common sense.

The claws had already strangled his throat, preventing him from performing any more moves. He could still hear the raindrops hitting the window, proving that the window glass behind him was still intact. Or maybe Zhou Wenxing also had a magic knife that specialized in cutting glass, and could remove the entire window and put it back intact in an instant... He knew he was just imagining things. Impossible. Not a trick by a thief. Not a high-altitude acrobatics. Not lightness and shrinking bones. The answer was the fucking worst one.

"You have so many tricks up your sleeve," Robinson said. "I didn't know you could fly. And really, how many bits and pieces do you need to bring to work here?"

"It's just a souvenir from my trip. I also stopped by to visit others before coming to your place."

Luo Binhan glanced back. All he could see was darkness. The sharp claws on his neck were pale and looked more like the hands of a dead person that had been soaked in water and rotten. He tried to turn his head a little further, but the claws sank into his flesh and blood flowed down his shirt collar. It seemed that the other party didn't want him to see his current appearance clearly.

"You're such a bore." He could only stand there and say, "You can hide underground now, and you even played a trick on me in Sugar City last time, putting all the blame on me for blowing up the factory. In fact, you could blow it up yourself at any time, right? And it seems that you're not very smart - I really thought you were very cunning and knew how to manipulate people psychologically, but it turns out that you're just a scoundrel who uses super powers as a magician."

"It's not a joke. Last time, without the help of the cat, I couldn't get into the factory in Sugar City. The Durand people learned to use the spirit field blocker a long time ago."

"Anyway, you cheated this time."

"Since you think so, let's make peace. Put your gun back and pretend nothing happened today."

"You've been very kind to me," Robinham said, "and I'm ashamed of it."

He said this, but he didn't move. For a while, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully, trying to catch any movement from Li Li's side, or the thing behind him, the ghost that had been hiding somewhere just now. This thing was actually bleeding, breathing and having a heartbeat. He felt that he wanted to wait for a change, but unfortunately it didn't come in the end.

"Why don't you put the gun down?"

"Let me think about it for a while," Robinson said. "I find that in the long run, my hope of getting rid of you by myself is very slim. I will not only lose this trip today, but I may continue to lose in the future. Lose again and again."

"You are very self-aware."

"Exactly! I know myself well. So, I think, if a business is destined to lose more and more money, the best way is to stop the loss in time."

"What do you want?"

"You seem to need me to be alive." Luo Binhan twisted his neck twice, and blood flowed out from there again, flowing hotly onto his shoulders, soaking a large area of ​​his shirt. But he knew it was not a big deal, it was just a small warning, and the puncture did not hurt the carotid artery or trachea. "I don't understand the reasoning here, but I can see that you don't want me to die at all. And since I don't understand what you want to do, I don't have any idea how to kill you. I should consider the safest way."

Zhou Wenxing stood quietly for a few seconds, then said: "Is this really a good idea?"

"Not very good." Robinson admitted, but he tilted the muzzle of the gun upwards. He estimated that the trajectory of the laser would not hurt his heart or lungs, but he had no idea where it would pierce, not to mention how much lethality would be left after penetrating his body. "This certainly can't be said to be my victory. I know that from the moment you showed up, I was in trouble. But I don't care about this that much. The real point of this matter is that you can't be the winner either."

He was standing on the edge of a cliff again, just like he had been thinking about countless nights before. But this time was different. This time he had a very specific reason, and he could find an explanation for his behavior. Why did he do such a stupid thing? Because he wanted to escape from this increasingly tight trap, and wanted to overturn this losing game. He would lose everything, and his opponent would not be able to win. That was it. He stopped playing.

He could feel the wind. It was pushing him forward, encouraging him to use his momentum to leap, to escape the pull of the world once and for all—and then with a sudden click, it pushed his center of gravity back onto the cliff.

Click! Someone swiped a card at the front door. This person was a newbie who didn't know how to use the door. He didn't swipe the right spot the first time and foolishly turned the door handle. Then he swiped the card a second time and finally opened the lock. This person came in clumsily, first turned on the light by the front door, and then screamed. Her scream sounded very familiar to Luo Binhan. It was definitely Xiaorong's voice.

The sound of footsteps gradually began to sound. She moved forward step by step, approaching the window with broken glass.

"Mr. Luo?" she asked in a low voice, with a tremor of uneasiness in her voice.

She looked around the window, made sure there was no one outside, and then retreated to the door. Luo Binhan was unsure what she would do. It would be best for her to just run out and call for help. That would be safer for her, and it would give him time to think. But she just paused there, and then walked back. Luo Binhan seemed to be able to see her cowering and suspicious look, leaning her head forward one by one. Maybe she suspected that the room was haunted, so she called out so softly like a mosquito. "Mr. Luo? Are you here?"

Luo Binhan really wanted to sigh. He wanted to knock her head and ask her what she was thinking - you stupid girl, don't you understand that curiosity is the least appreciated quality in horror movies? If you really think there is a ghost in this room, what's the point of calling his name? But he didn't have the right to say anything about Xiaorong, and he himself didn't listen to Li Li's advice. It seems that people are the smartest when they are not doing their own thing.

Xiaorong had already walked to the last two rows of cabinets. Before she poked her head in, Luo Binhan quickly put down the gun and turned his back to the passage. He tilted his neck and pressed the jacket wrapped with the gun on the wound. Zhou Wenxing stood in front of the window, with his hands behind his back, pretending to check the bleeding for him.

"What do you want from me?" Luo Binhan turned around and asked, "Be careful with the glass."

Xiao Rong stood at the entrance of the corridor holding her computer, staring at him in amazement. "You, your clothes," she stammered, "blood..."

"Don't scream, it's broken glass." Luo Binhan said, "It's really bad luck. I was sitting in the front and talking to Xiao Zhou just now, and the window suddenly exploded. A small piece flew past my neck - don't get close to there, there may be broken glass."

Xiao Rong stood there blankly, obviously trying to digest his words. Luo Binhan didn't want to give her a chance to think deeply, and urged her to ask: "What do you want from me?"

"Ah," she agreed, "it's... a problem with the template."

"What template?" "The template you gave me for making a summary. One of the formulas seems to be wrong. I wonder if I can compare it with yours first."

Luo Binhan walked over to look at her computer, and gently pushed her back, out of Zhou Wenxing's sight. He glanced at the screen and found that it was the same thing he had assigned to Xiaorong before going downstairs. Xiaorong pointed to a line of formulas about the annual performance conversion annuity and asked him if the logic was wrong.

"Ah, it must be a mistake." Luo Binhan glanced at it casually and said, "Just change it directly."

"Then...will the previous ones also be changed?"

"You can change it yourself. Why don't you send me a message?"

"Ah? I just sent it. It was you who asked me to come over..."

"Oh, yes." Robin Han said immediately, "I forgot. I was so busy with the broken glass just now."

Xiao Rong was still staring at him. Luo Binhan glanced down and saw that the blood had seeped under his collar. "Go upstairs and get me some bandages." He had to say with a straight face, "The administration must have spare first aid supplies. Tell them that the glass downstairs is broken and ask them to arrange someone to fix it later. How long has it been since this place was inspected?"

Xiao Rong nodded mechanically.

"Okay, Mr. Binbin," she answered absentmindedly, "I'll go find Manager Lu..."

Luo Binhan didn't say anything either, he just kept looking down at her until she was speechless and looked back at him in horror.

"You go and talk to Lu Jin." Luo Binhan said.

"Okay, Mr. Xiao Luo."

"Remember to fix the window. And ask Lu Jin to find me some clean clothes."

"Okay Mr. Luo... do you want a towel?"

Zhou Wenxing walked over with a smile. "I'll go and tell it." He said this, then walked through the corridor and left the room briskly. Luo Binhan stared at him until the door was completely closed, then slowly turned to Xiaorong. Xiaorong half opened her mouth, trying her best to think of something to say.

"Something just flew in from the window," Luo Binhan said nonchalantly, "and broke the glass. Xiao Zhou and I hid in this corner to see if there was anyone hiding outside. This is a bit strange."

Xiao Rong agreed. She was trying to look serious and concerned about the suspicious incident he had encountered, but she was obviously more concerned about what she had said. Luo Binhan estimated that she would think about this all night and then ask all her friends whether she should resign immediately. He smiled and put his hand on her shoulder, which scared her so much that she jumped up on the spot.

"Don't tell anyone about what happened today." He warned, "I might be in some trouble, and I need to find someone to investigate. You should take a rest next week and don't come to the company, understand?"

Xiaorong agreed hastily. Luo Binhan didn't care what she would think afterwards. Later, he could ask Li Li to send her some selected news to let her know that the business war in today's world is so cruel, and then give her some pressure on her own future, such as how an employee who accidentally said bad things about the boss mysteriously disappeared. She should think about it carefully, because if she stepped into his office with her left foot first when she went to work in the future, he would fire her harshly.

"You go eat first." He said, and Xiaorong immediately leaned out half of her body, "Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" she asked timidly.

"Go to the front door and help me put away my phone and bag." Luo Binhan pressed his neck and said, "Maybe there is a book left behind, and there are other small pieces. Please look carefully and pick them up for me. It's not convenient for me to bend down now."

Xiaorong ran over quickly. Taking advantage of her absence, Luo Binhan hid his gun better and went to pick up the clockwork rabbit on the ground. He just pinched the thing with two fingers and looked around, and Xiaorong suddenly screamed. Luo Binhan turned and rushed out of the aisle, running to her side to check the situation.

"What happened?" he asked.

Xiao Rong was fine. She half-knelt under the broken window, with her face pressed against the wall near the window, and peered intently into the gap between the cabinet and the wall. While she was looking, she also shone a mini flashlight inside. The gap was only half the width of a fist, so there must not be another person hiding inside.

"What are you looking at?" Luo Binhan asked unhappily, "Is my cell phone in there?"

"It looks like there's a mouse."

"Nonsense, this is not a cafeteria."

"Really! He's very deep inside. Did he escape and get locked up?"

Luo Binhan asked her to move aside and took a look into the gap. The light was too dim. "Can you lend me your small flashlight?"

Xiao Rong handed him a bunch of keys. Luo Binhan took it and took a look. It turned out that the mini flashlight was a pendant on the key. It was not a flashlight, but a laser pen that could shoot a bird pattern. "Why do you carry this with you?"

“To entertain the cats during night runs.”

"This gadget is pretty good, but you'd better not run at night." Luo Binhan shone a laser pen inside. "The air quality at night is poor recently. Running at night can easily lead to lung cancer."

He turned on the laser pointer and let the emerald green bird fly slowly forward in the dark tunnel. From time to time, gray balls and waste paper passed by its line. When it was about to swim to the end of the room, a thin and curved tail vaguely appeared in the light. Luo Binhan shook it twice, but the tail did not move.

"There really is a thief." He returned the laser pointer to Xiaorong and asked her to continue to shine it while he followed the laser trail back to look for him. He crossed the tracks again and returned to the place where he almost jumped off the cliff. The clockwork rabbit was now in his hand, so he took another step forward from his original position, pressed his face against the wall, and looked for the owner of the tail in the gap. At the window opposite him, Xiaorong shook the laser pointer vigorously to remind him of the mouse's location.

"Did you see that?"

"There is."

Luo Binhan used two fingers to pick up the thing under the laser bird. His skin touched the body of the thing, which was hairy, warm, and moist, and was still twitching. He was shocked and quickly threw it to the ground - it was really a living mouse, but it would not live for long. Its stomach had been cut open, and the hair on both sides of its cheeks were soaked with blood. Two black eyes stared at him, as if with a little resentment. Then it stopped moving completely. Luo Binhan crushed it twice with the tip of his leather shoe to make sure it was dead.

"Is it really a mouse?" Xiao Rong asked from a distance on the opposite side.

"Yes." Luo Binhan said, "Don't come over here. You'll die ugly."

He turned the mouse over with his toes, covered its ripped belly, and then began to think about what happened to the mouse corpse. In any case, he thought, he had no reason to fire Xiao Rong.

(End of this chapter)