Chapter 12: August in full swing (modified garbled)

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The renovation of the Qin family villa is as hot as the weather in August. The summer tea prepared by Liu Ye made everyone happy, and the progress was not slowed down by the hot weather.
The three-storey villa building is covered with thin steel plates except for the positions of windows and doors. Because a layer of mottled green colloid is sprayed beforehand, there is no kind of shimmer that reflects sunlight. From a distance, it looks like a deserted building covered with green plants, which can't cause any doubt. The thick steel plate reinforced on the inside of the window is equipped with sliding grooves that can be opened and closed horizontally to both sides, and thick bolts can be tightly fixed together.
The original lawn and garden were cleaned up, steel sheets were covered on it, and the joints were also welded tightly. There are two hundred-year-old hibiscus trees in the courtyard. Liu Xun was reluctant to cut them down, discussed with Qin Luo, and eventually kept them.
The wall of the Qin family villa was originally not short, but for the sake of stability, Qin Luo set up a tall iron fence ten meters away from the courtyard wall. One end of the fence is buried about thirty centimeters underground, and the tops are staggered and connected, which is very strong and solid. Qin Luo also plans to lay a thin layer of cement sandstone between the fence and the fence, and extend it outside the fence by five or six meters, which will further reduce the possible attacks of mutant plants.
The brisk boss was called Li Jun, who was a whole round bigger than Qin Luo. He came into contact with Qin Luo after many days of contact. I heard that he wanted to lay the concrete, and he patted his chest without asking much. Qin Luo also had to admit that Li's friends were extensive. After a few phone calls, he came to a mixer the next morning. The workers spent more than half a day laying sandstone and cement in the area designated by Qinluo, and flattened it. Qin Luo was very satisfied, paid a little extra, and found a small restaurant outside, ordered a table banquet and invited everyone to have a meal.
During the meeting, some people asked Qin Luo why he wanted to make his villa look like this, Li Jun also curiously raised his ears. Qin Luo said that there was a distant cousin who was a director. Because he wanted to shoot a zombie-themed film and television show, and also found a villa in his own home, he asked for a corresponding change. As for why he wanted to change it, he was not particularly clear, but the other party demanded that he must be genuine in order to achieve realistic results.
Everyone knew immediately, no wonder someone would torment their villa so terribly. One after another, Qin Luo was asked to help him walk through the back door. In the event that there are vacancies in the film and television drama actor, it is better to mix up positions and show his face on the screen.
Li Jun knocked chopsticks one by one and laughed, turning around and letting Qin Luo not to have general knowledge with them. To really hire these guys and make a good horror movie, they must be mixed into a comedy.
The workers were unwilling to refute Li Jun. Whoever said that the zombie film must be horrible, and some people would like to watch it funny.
Li Jun hasn't seen any zombie videos, but only saw a few posters. For a while, he didn't know the truth and asked Qin Luo.
Qin Luo had long seen that Li Jun belonged to the kind of unbelievers, and he basically scoffed at any strange things. However, for many days, Qin Luo had a good opinion of Li Li, and he kindly popularized the basic knowledge of the end of the next century to Li Jun. He chose the most similar scenes in several films and briefly talked about some elements of eschatology. Listening to Li Jun's eyes were dumbfounded, and he looked straight for a few days after the completion of the construction, and went to look at the film Qin Luo said.
A group of people was late, and Qin Luo took a taxi and returned the people. At this point, Qin Luo felt that the defense of his villa was almost complete. The remaining details will be added gradually in the future.
Several batches of things prepared by Zhou Deren were delivered to the warehouse in Dongliang County as scheduled, and there was nothing substandard. Qin Luo also fulfilled his promise as promised. Although he did not immediately transfer his shares to Zhou Deren, he also signed corresponding documents. Zhou Deren didn't want to play with Qin Luo, he was relieved a lot, but also speeded up the speed of collecting things. He originally set a January appointment, and he completed it in only twenty days. Of course, the value of these things cannot be offset by the entire equity of Qin Luo Waigong. Zhou Deren contacted Qin Luo several times, and it was clear that Qin Luo was not a master of deception. If he wanted to get all the equity from him, he had to pay an equivalent exchange. Before Qin Luo spoke, he transferred some money from his account to Qin Luo. Qin Luo saw that he was on the right track, and no longer held a document with him to fight Tai Chi, and generously transferred the equity to Zhou Deren, since then they are not in any way indebted.
After a short time, it was reported that Zhou Deren had incurable disease and flew to country R for help. The news was also disclosed by a media and published in the third page of the newspaper. Although the location is not eye-catching, the evidence is conclusive and Qin Luo is completely relieved.
After a period of continuous removal treatment, a lot of silver ions in the bone of the ink leg were removed. Liu Ye also paid attention to his diet, and his ink color was much better than when he first arrived. However, when the silver ion injection in the ink leg bone started, he was still a child in the growing period. The development of the bones allowed some silver ions to fuse into the bone. The long-term continuous injection made Qin Luo's removal more More and more difficult.
It often took him a few hours to barely be able to absorb a little bit of millet grains. But he is not discouraged, and believes that over time, ink will be completely rescued from the pain caused by silver ions.
Mo is very content, and now he has no problem walking or running. It is happier to live in heaven than the horrible treatment suffered at the institute. Although he knew that such a cursed existence, he would never be able to reach the beautiful place that people describe, but where Qin Luo is, he is paradise. He will guard this man at all costs, and even if the last days in Qin Luo's mouth really come, he will do his best to protect him.
Mo's idea was not naive. With the decrease of silver ions, his ability to be forcibly suppressed gradually recovered. Not only the sensing distance and range are greatly expanded, but the sensed picture has also changed from the red line drawn by the blood vein into a clear image. In addition, Mo also secretly stretched his nails to the length of the ruler. The seemingly fragile translucent nails could leave some deep marks on the hard rockery in the yard. He could even feel that if he added a little more force, the stones on the rockery could be broken into pieces by him.
The floating sensation that was lost has slowly returned to the body. Mo felt like he was a little light fluff without weight. He didn't even need the presence of wind and could not fall into the dust. With the emergence of this feeling, everything in Mo perception gradually slowed down and became slower and slower.
Mo was very pleased with this change. If he was not afraid of his identity exposure and caused Qin Luo's panic and aversion, he would really like to show off his ability with Qin Luo.
This feeling is not clear. If you want to categorize it, he feels like a male peacock is showing gorgeous tail feathers to his female.
Shaking his head, Mo suppressed his messy thoughts. He has to perform well today, but this is the first time that Qin Luo brought him back and asked him to go out. Although Qin Ke also has a big tail, Mo is sure that he will be a hundred times stronger than a small hairy head.
Mo is dressed and sitting by the bed, he can clearly sense all the moves of Qin Luo in the room, and these will be played in the form of pictures in his mind.
At this time, Qin Luo was wearing a pair of briefs, holding a towel in one hand and wiping hair that was still dripping, holding a pen in one hand, and hurriedly writing something on the paper.
The ink on the paper did not care, and all his attention was focused on Qin Luo. The man's skin was pale and his hair was almost pale. Obviously looking thin, but it does not feel the same. Especially the upright hips looked very fleshy, and he couldn't help but want to pinch.
Mo's throat knot rolled a few times, and suddenly he felt that his casual pants were a little tight. Looking down at the tent propped up between his legs, he frowned slightly. A lot of things came up in my mind, and Mo seemed to be walking through those pieces of memory. He knew that those memories did not belong to him, nor did they come from 'Murphys', but those who had been torn and sucked on flesh and blood. The memories of those people were incorporated into his consciousness and became part of his source of knowledge, which was eventually absorbed by him and transformed into his wisdom. At this moment those memories were showing him what he wanted to know, and this time Moxue was extremely serious.
"Mo, Mo are you ready?" Qin Luo was properly dressed, standing outside Mo's bedroom and knocking on the door.
Qin Luo just came downstairs, Liu said that Mo hadn't come out yet, he went back upstairs again and asked Mo to go down for breakfast.
Hearing Qin Luo's voice, Mo quickly pulled himself out of his memory, took a deep breath, and then eased his frantic heart. In Mo's memory, his heartbeat has never been so clear. The institute's people even made a precise instrument to measure his accurate heart rate. He didn't even expect that he would be so absorbed in turning off perception completely that he didn't even notice Qin Luo leaving the room.
Rubbing his face, Mo allowed himself to return to normal as much as possible before he got up and opened the door for Qin Luo.
Qin Luo looked at Mo's blushing face, and reached out with a worried hand and touched his forehead. There was no sign of a fever, but he was not an ordinary person, and Qin Luo was inevitably still worried.
Mo's body was afraid to move, and Qin Luo's hand on his forehead almost let his pores relax rapidly. The picture just flashed in front of me quickly, Mo's face has never been rosy.
"Mo, are you sick?"
Qin Luo withdrew his hand and wondered if he would take him to the hospital to see. Mo's identity is too special, if the hospital notices that he is different, there will be big trouble. But if you do n’t go to the hospital, it ’s worse if you really get sick. After all, Mo stayed in the institute all year round, not to mention that it would be purified and disinfected, but it was certainly not the normal space. As far as Qin Luo knows, the bacteria in many laboratories are thousands of times lower than the outside world. Once you stay in that kind of place for a long time, it is very easy to get sick.
Mo saw his face full of anxiety, and shook his head with a dumb voice. "I, I am not sick."
Qin Luo blinked, and the boy said it wasn't sick, what else could it be? Inadvertently swept into the tent where Mo's legs were still visible, and instantly understood why his face was flushed.
If someone changed, Qin Luo would surely turn away. No adult man needs the same to tell himself how to lay down the tent. Qomo's experience really hurt Qin Luo, and this guy didn't know what happened to him until now.
After gritting his teeth, Qin Luo pointed his finger at the tent of Zhimo. "In the evening, I will tell you how to solve this problem. Now we go to breakfast first, and there are still many things to be busy."
Mo watched Qin Luo turn and leave, his hips taut under the jeans, attracted almost all his attention. The corner of the ink mouth is slowly rising, I don't know if Qin Luo's "solution" is what he thinks.
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