"Ah? Ning Xixi is because of her predecessor..." Jing He's eyes widened and he exclaimed.
"Well, I can feel it. To put it simply, it's a cycle of cause and effect. Occasionally there will be extreme situations like Ning Xixi." Yun Tuan looked at the phone screen that suddenly lit up.
[A 70-year-old woman drove her car and crashed into the hospital door]
[Zhoucheng tsunami warning, local residents have evacuated in an orderly manner under municipal arrangements]
——There is no precedent for the "smile virus" causing social disorder.
"Those conscious entities are quite smart, they abide by the law, and they don't show any ambition at all." Yun Tuan changed the topic, not wanting to dig too much into the past of the two bosses. She just wanted a complete year-end bonus or... an increase.
Salary.
After saving for a while, she will be able to return the money to several sponsors with interest at the bank's regular highest interest rate.
That way, she will be debt-free and owe no one.
If you go back and make a will, it doesn’t matter if something unexpected happens.
"They are well-behaved and easy to control. Those with power will naturally like them." Jing He shifted his attention, and the color gradually returned to his cheeks.
"I think they are holding back their energy and planning something." Yun Tuan pulled down the news interface and saw many smiling volunteers taking photos.
The exact same stylized smile is not something normal people can smile at.
"There is no need to plan. When the old players are exhausted and there are only a few left, the world will belong to them." Jing Yu scooped up a small cup of rice and put the cleaned memory cards in it.
Yun Tuan glanced at it - the old dean used to put his phone in a rice vat when it got flooded, and it would turn on normally after a few days.
High-end technology also requires simple skills?
"Don't worry about wasting it. Let's cook this cup of rice for Jinghe to eat." Jing Yu said expressionlessly.
Jing He: "People do things?"
The clouds are smiling, but the mood is a bit heavy. The consciousness that escaped from Paradise can be said to have the right time, place and people. It is really disgusting to think that she may also be taken away by some wretched and sophisticated consciousness.<
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……
Night.
Yun Tuan went to the hardware store and bought a small shovel, got on his bicycle and started making art.
First stop, stationery store.
The rolling shutter door was closed, but the strange symbol still hung abruptly on it, and the color seemed brighter than when she first saw it.
The lamppost on the side was bent by a car, and there were burnt black marks from the explosion.
But the scene has been cleaned up.
There is a cement floor all around, so a shovel is useless and can be used as a self-defense tool.
There is a plastic shed around, and a row of succulent potted plants are planted. They are illuminated by ultraviolet lamps, and the purple color is reddish, creating an indescribable and ambiguous atmosphere.
But there is no need to maintain light at night. No matter how much you want it to grow, you must maintain a certain period...
Yun Tuan shook his head and left first.
Second stop, abandoned community park.
The cloud follows the route in memory, finds the most precise point, observes the surroundings, and quietly shovels away.
She shoveled the soil as gently as possible. She only shoveled for fifteen minutes when the shovel touched a hard object.
Poke it twice.
Keng Keng——
The crisp sound sounds like iron.
Yun Tuan wrapped the box in plastic wrap and searched for a while. After confirming that there was nothing about one meter above the ground, she stopped first and restored the vegetation as much as possible.
Even the pebbles were returned to their original positions.
The time has reached 22:22.
The third stop was too far from the apartment, so the clouds had no choice but to give up for now.
She wrapped the sharp part of the shovel in linen, took a shortcut, rode the bicycle like a motorcycle, and went straight back to the apartment.
Put away the "criminal tools" and disinfect the box with alcohol.
The iron box has a matte black texture, with a pure blackness, as if all the light passing through it has been sucked in.