Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 964: Killing is Not Difficult (Part )

At eight o'clock in the evening, all the mess was barely cleaned up. Lu Jin arranged for someone to check the condition of the windows, brought him a set of clothes that he had bought temporarily at the mall, and checked every corner of the room.

Before he arrived, Luo Binhan had already sent Xiao Rong away, and stole a file box from the shelf and put the still warm dead mouse in it. Then he sat in the corner, holding his neck, watching the two or three low-level assistants in the administration department busying around. He kept thinking about the mouse until Lu Jin came up to him with an emergency medical kit and asked him if he would arrange for a driver to take him to the hospital first.

"It's not necessary." Luo Binhan said casually, "It's just a minor injury, don't make a fuss.

Lu Jin looked back at the direction of the broken window, and then slowly agreed. Luo Binhan knew that fooling him would not be as easy as fooling Xiao Rong. This lie was too ridiculous. If there were really glass shards that could splash out and hurt people, the window glass would have shattered to the ground long ago, not to mention a few very suspicious holes. This was something he could not explain, so he decided to let others use their imagination.

"Don't tell anyone else about my injury." Luo Binhan said, "I took the wrong medicine and went to the hospital these days, and I got into a car accident. It's pretty chaotic. Just suppress it and deal with it myself."

Lu Jin looked at him meaningfully, and he also looked at Lu Jin meaningfully.

"Then you should take care of yourself." Lu Jin said.

"Don't worry, I'll be very careful from today on." Luo Binhan waved his hand and let him do his thing. "Also, when you have time, go and discuss with the Finance Department. We need to add a few more surveillance cameras to this room, facing the windows and cabinets. In the future, when outsiders come and go, it will be hard to explain if something goes wrong."

"This one……"

"I know they don't want to. Just mention it according to the procedure, and I'll handle the rest. You don't need to explain in detail, just say it's part of strengthening internal control."

Lu Jin agreed, with a businesslike expression on his face, and left loyally and professionally, as if to tell Luo Binhan with his actions, "I won't tell anyone a word." Luo Binhan secretly looked at his back, thinking that you won't keep it secret. Tonight you will be eager to tell your girlfriend in the chemical laboratory and speculate with her about the terrible truth of the cephalosporin incident; by next Monday, all the middle-level managers in the administrative department will know what the upper management is doing. It is impossible to completely hide these disturbances from Nan Mingguang, unless he first asks Li Li to create a car accident to send the old man to the hospital.

But he had no reason to complain. This was all his own fault, and he had to clean it up himself. While most people were off work, he changed his clothes in the bathroom and treated his wounds. There was nothing special to treat, and after all this trouble, his wounds were almost healing on their own. He studied the shape of the blood holes in the mirror: there were only two holes, small and round like a shallow nail.

It didn't look like a dog scratch at all, but more like a snake bite, and it must be a species with venom glands. He touched the two small holes and thought of the murder weapon he had glimpsed at that moment: pale, skinny, bare and hairless, more like the bony hand of a drowned corpse than the claws of a wild animal. He felt strange at the time, but Zhou Wenxing didn't allow him to look back, so he couldn't see the true face of the owner of such a hand.

He touched his neck and thought about it carefully. In fact, he had never witnessed Zhou Wenxing's transformation from a human to a wolf. He just heard others say that he was a werewolf. What about other evidence? That guy's eyes sometimes glow, but it is a pale light, not a green one. Those two claws are indeed sharp, but maybe he has only practiced the Nine Yin White Bone Claws. Moreover, Zhou Wenxing has that kind of blood. In what order did this happen? Did he turn into a werewolf first, or did he get the blood first? Does that mean that any creature can get this kind of blood? For example, gods, humans, mice...

A ring interrupted his trance. His cell phone rang in his bag. Luo Binhan thought that this was Li Lixiang saying something to him again, so he hurriedly picked up his bag and walked back to his office. The ringing never stopped, and it was urgent, forcing him to pick up the phone without even looking at it.

"All right, all right," he said, "stop scolding me. I know I was a little carried away by this matter—"

The unusual silence on the phone made him alert. He looked at the screen and realized that it was not Li Li at all. The person calling was Yu Xiaorong, a devilish girl, who deliberately kept silent to listen to his words.

"It's you, little girl!" He immediately changed his tone, "Have you had dinner? What are you doing at home?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then Yu Xiaorong's voice came slowly: "Will you come back tonight?"

"Ah, I'm afraid not. I have to stay over at the office. I messaged you earlier. Is there anything going on at home?"

"No. You just said you were a little high. What's wrong?"

"What else could it be? It's work-related. I was discussing the reform of the internal control system with the finance department, and I couldn't help but say a few more words... Anyway, it's just this trivial matter."

"Who did you think you were talking to?"

"My assistant, what's wrong?"

"You have a close enough relationship," Yu Xiaorong said, with undisguised suspicion in her tone.

"This is just an ordinary assistant." Luo Binhan said without question, "What do you know when you have never worked before?"

Yu Xiaorong might have rolled her eyes. "I called you a few hours ago," she said a little abruptly, "in the evening, but you didn't answer."

Luo Binhan thought about it and remembered that something like this happened when he was talking to Zhou Wenxing. His phone vibrated, but he also thought it was Li Li who did it. "I was in a meeting at the time and didn't notice it. Why didn't you leave me a message?"

Yu Xiaorong stopped talking again. Luo Binhan waited for her next words. In his impression, this little girl was not the kind of person who liked to call her family for no reason. In the past, it was the opposite. She always hung up impatiently when her family called to greet her, and would never endure for more than a minute.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" he couldn't help but ask.

"No."

"You're not calling just to ask how Benjamin is doing?"

"I wanted to... ask you about what happened in Africa."

Luo Binhan didn't expect that she still remembered this. He was racking his brains to think about how to change the subject. Yu Xiaorong said again: "Before you came back, I had a very strange dream... I saw you crawling in the jungle. The place was very dark, with black vines everywhere, and the sound of insects. You looked terrible, all covered in mud and sweat, and your expression... I felt like you were looking for something."

Luo Binhan didn't know what to say. "It was just a dream, Rongrong." He forced a laugh and said, "I just went there to play for two years. There's no need to make myself so embarrassed, right?"

"It was a vivid dream. Very vivid. I remembered it vividly when I woke up. It was in the Beach Hotel."

"Maybe you had a premonition that I would be back soon, because dreams are always the opposite of what they actually are."

"Will you go there again?" Yu Xiaorong asked suddenly.

Luo Binhan wanted to say, of course not. This was the only correct answer, but his throat seemed to be pierced, and he had to use a lot of force to make a sound. In the end, he had to say, "If I go again, I will definitely say hello to you first."

"You better. Mom won't tolerate you a second time."

"You called just to tell me this?" Luo Binhan asked, "Or did you suddenly miss me? If you are really scared at home alone, I, your brother, may also consider going back--"

He didn't have a chance to finish his words before the other party hung up. Luo Binhan threw the phone back on the table and rubbed his forehead with his palm. He couldn't figure out why Yu Xiaorong called him at this time, but he didn't have the energy to think about it. This day had enough ups and downs. While he closed his eyes to rest, her voice was still echoing in his head - that voice made him feel tired and frustrated. Everything was not going well. The sound of the air conditioner was so noisy that it gave him a headache, but the air was still humid and depressing as always. His so-called ergonomic chair also made his back ache.

Something was sinking in his stomach, a painful and slightly addictive feeling, like drinking a mixture of white vinegar and strong liquor. But he didn't want to cry or shout to vent, he just savored the feeling silently. After a long time, he gradually understood: it turned out to be regret.

He was regretting because he had acted rashly and without any appreciation. He had not considered anything at that time. He was completely irresponsible and only thought about his own happiness, as if the most important thing in the whole world was his own feelings. All the people who had given to him had been let down, abandoned, and declared insignificant. If Yu Xiaorong could not get through to him on the phone tonight, and was told by others that he was dead the next day, what would she think then? She would definitely ask what happened, and she would come to find out the truth herself. Maybe she would find out something, and then she would meet Zhou Wenxing; maybe she would find out nothing, and she would be taken back to Regenberg by Yu Qingshu. What would the mother and daughter say to each other on this day every year in the future? How long would it take Yu Xiaorong to accept this?

Didn't he really care about his sister? He just performed a loving performance according to the standards that the world boasted about, so as to show off that he was a good man who loved his sister, and then deceived himself. Otherwise, how could he not think about her at all at that time? The performance when there was nothing to do? Everyone can do the superficial work. But when it comes to the critical moment when there is no time to think, a person's nature cannot be taught no matter how many principles there are.

He raised his head and sighed. Before he finished his sigh, a second voice rang out in the office.

"I guess you've calmed down now." Li Li said, "Maybe we can communicate now."

"Does my sister's call have anything to do with you?" Luo Binhan asked solemnly, "You didn't instigate it, did you?"

"I have nothing to do with it, sir. It was her own doing."

"She just happened to call at this time? She rarely calls me on her own initiative, and she only chats with me."

"From what I heard, she was sleeping at home this evening."

"In the evening? She didn't have the habit of sleeping during the day before."

"She slept for only half an hour and then woke up with a start. She called you right after she woke up. If you are willing to accept some less scientific explanations, perhaps there is some kind of telepathy between blood relatives."

"Or maybe she sensed something was wrong from the message I sent this morning," said Robin Han. He smiled dryly and brushed it off. "My sister is like this sometimes. I don't know how she found out, so let her be - but the other person must have been guided by you."

"If you're referring to the person who pulled you back from the abyss, yes, I was behind that helping hand."

"You shouldn't have dragged Xiaorong into this. By the way, was the formula she was referring to correct? I didn't even look at it at the time." "I modified the formula." Li Li admitted his crime briskly. "In order to invite her to take the risk, I created more than 60 major omissions in your company's annual reports to help her quickly discover one of them."

"Please help me change them all back," Robinson said. "It will be too late if they find out 20 years later."

"I have corrected it."

"Awesome. You are simply a little cyber Zhuge."

"Does this mean you'll defer to my judgement more next time?"

Robinson was about to say something more, but he controlled his inertia and just sighed irritably. "Okay," he said listlessly, "unless you want me to go on vacation again at this time, then I'll listen. What I did today was stupid... I overreacted a little. The new news in the past few days has filled my head to bursting, and I don't know how you sound, but everything that thing said made me uncomfortable."

"I don't recall him saying much offensive things."

"Okay, maybe I don't like him. It doesn't matter. I won't listen to what he says anymore."

"That doesn't sound like a solid guarantee."

Luo Binhan waved his hand impatiently. "You have to keep an eye on Xiaorong these days." He changed the subject, "It was me - the two of us who dragged her into this. I'll give her a week or two off, so make sure she doesn't run into any stray dogs."

"I'll watch, but you'd better give her some assurance. From what I've gathered, she's asking someone whether she should stay and work overtime next week to restore your impression of her."

"She better really thinks so," Robinson said immediately. "Can you imagine? They actually called me that behind my back."

“You previously asked me to filter this information out because you didn’t want to know about your employees’ private affairs.”

“I know I asked,” Robinham said, “but they called me that!”

Li Li gave him five minutes to complain and vent, as if the microphone was broken. After Luo Binhan vowed to rebuild the image of a rich second generation, she talked about her aftermath work.

"I hope you will choose carefully the occasions where you use laser weapons in the future." She said slowly, "Because of your behavior, I had to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the electronic devices of all potential witnesses in the area. It was completely lucky that there were no additional casualties, but there are more than ten confirmed witnesses."

"Let them call the police." Luo Binhan said unhappily.

"I processed two videos that were attempted to be uploaded to the Internet," Li Li said to himself, "and then forged some information streams to push to all potential witnesses. I think most of them now believe that some renovation accidents will release ray-like combustion gases, and that they are legal and harmless."

"Won't they check it out themselves?"

"Coincidentally, they soon encounter things that are more worthy of their attention. For example, a fleeting job-hopping opportunity, discovering mean talk about colleagues behind their backs, family members being harassed by scammers, or suddenly discovering serious mistakes at work..."

Luo Binhan stopped talking. He began to think about those urban legends that came to an abrupt end on the Internet, and some of his own bad luck. After all, he was not necessarily the only person in this land who had contact with the outside world.

"It's my fault anyway," he said in a resigned tone. "I caused the mess. Next time I'll wait until I'm clear-headed. Plan it out carefully, and consider others as well."

“Have you planned your next one?”

"No. Not at all. I have no idea at all. All our previous ideas were wrong. Maybe this guy can't be physically destroyed."

"So, a Mediterranean vacation?"

"Don't even think about it," Robinham said immediately. "You know it's impossible after today—there are still flowers he planted on the moon. Do you understand what this means?"

"I am not sure."

"That's great, because I might know what he's growing," Robinson said. "I talked to Old Mo's brother for a while before I came back. I think..."

He did not continue, but was absent-minded for a while. "I'll tell you when there are signs." He changed the subject and said, "If I'm right, there will be some signs sooner or later. Let's think about more realistic issues first."

"Like why does he keep appearing before you?"

"He hates me," Robinson said casually. "I didn't give him any tips when he was playing music by the fountain, so he wanted to check my account to see where the money went - I wonder why there was a disemboweled rat in that room?"

He took out the file box containing the dead mouse, put it on the table and opened it. The mouse corpse was already stiff, and the bottom of the box was soaked with blood. Luo Binhan moved its head and used the tip of a pen to poke open the wound on its stomach. The internal organs were all inside, packed very full, and it seemed that nothing was missing.

"I've heard witches use these when making potions." He gently pushed the mouse box open. "Dead toads, spider eggs, mouse tails... but what does he do with these? Is this some kind of spell material?"

"You have met another owner of Shadow Blood."

"Strictly speaking, there are three now." Luo Binhan reminded, "One person died in my sister's family, and there is another one in the store. They mixed water with the bean buns, so we shouldn't treat them as dry food, right? But I have never seen the three of them cast spells. They just sneak attacks, you know? They change in an instant, very naturally, just like you raise your arm to hit a mosquito. You don't chant a spell before you do it."

"Then maybe this one has learned to chant the spell."

"Maybe," said Robinson, but his doubts grew. "I always feel like I have grasped something, just a thin layer of window paper away... I just can't see through it yet."

He swayed in his chair for a while, put the clockwork rabbit on the table, and stared at the red eyes. "Is this a pun?" He asked Li Li a little nervously, "Rosin, Buddhist scriptures, rabbits, dead mice... What can this mean? Sending Buddha to kill dead trees?"

"Interesting observation. It reminds me that you haven't slept for nearly forty hours."

"I'm not crazy," Robinson said. "I just wanted to find a point, like a wake-up call - but he actually recited Buddhist verses to me, you know? What was going on in his head when he read the Buddhist scriptures? To save everyone and start the wish machine?"

"Get some sleep," Li Li suggested. "We've done enough action today."

"And rabbits." Robinson fiddled with the clockwork knob. "I remember watching a movie about rabbits when I was a kid: there was a very strange game disc, and the kids who played the game in it only had to shout out 'magic rabbit', and the rabbits in the game would crawl into their bodies, imprint themselves on them, and turn them into manic and aggressive lunatics. Do you know what the truth is? It turns out that this disc is an alien invasion conspiracy. The images in the game disc will change people's brains... Adults can really make up anything to get children to stop playing games."

"This rabbit is driving you crazy, too."

"It can't do anything." Luo Binhan stared at the red eye stubbornly, "It's just a little thing. It can't speak, it can't laugh, it has no life, and it can't talk in my head... You can't speak again now, right Miffy? I can't hear you chattering now."

He reached out to pick it up, but stopped halfway. "I can't hear you," he said to the rabbit again, and then smiled slowly.

"Silly me," he said, laughing, then sighing, "I should have known better."

"It sounds like you've had an epiphany," Li Li asked politely, "Are you willing to rest now?"

"I won't." Robin Han began to pack up. "No one's first thing after an epiphany is to sleep, little Zhuge. First, I want to express my feelings about my epiphany - if that thing can recite verses, I can recite them too; second, I want to go and make out with that little brother in the store again."

"This is purely my personal opinion: please be kind to a victim of family power."

"I don't." Luo Binhan said, "I tell you, I don't believe it anymore. Especially after talking to that thing about the wishing machine today - I don't believe in any secret retribution or karma."

He packed up everything in a flash and walked out of the office. The lights in the executive office were off and there was no one around. He picked up his phone and started calling Luo Jiayang. Calling at this time would definitely make Luo Jiayang curse his ancestors, but he didn't lose anything anyway, and this was a situation where both sides would perish.

"Ah, I have never done anything good in my life," he sang as he pressed the elevator button, "--I only love to kill and burn people."

(End of this chapter)