Chapter 70: Doomed

Lu Bixing shoved the empty hand into his mouth, and blew his head up, blowing a long whistle, and a shadow was revealed in the window where the water splashed above the building, peeping through the window.
Lu Bixing was very familiar and shouted at others: "Don't hide, I have seen you, how can you do this! I am such a talented person, you just take this kind of dishonest way of doing things? I don't have any difference, handsome Your pride is hurt by you! "
There was a snicker around, and the window upstairs opened. A woman in pajamas leaned out her head and smiled tremblingly. It didn't look like serious business at first sight.
"What's laughing?" Lu Bixing waved a joke like a joke, "Hurry and apologize, throw two packs of cigarettes down!"
I heard a sound behind the window, squeezed out more heads, there were men and women, straight hair, and curls, look at it, colorful, these people are mostly disheveled, sulking, they push me 搡, hehe hehe After a while, I picked up two packs of misbranded cigarettes, threw them downstairs, and smashed them into Lu Bixing's arms.
From the earth's age to the new ephemeris, "tobacco, tea, and tea sugar" is as old as human history. There are all kinds of black technology, expensive products that are unimaginably expensive, as well as hand-made cigarettes that have been handed down in history. The advertisement picture on the cigarette case is a playful man, standing there twisting and twisting, squinting at the people outside, filled with the inferior tobacco of the "special offer" of the eighth star, which can smell very bad through the packaging. The smell of tar is very spicy, but the paper roll of the cigarette is not sticky, and a small tail is trembling.
Lu Bixing took the cigarette, learned the pose of the man on the cigarette case, and put on a pose. The Yingying Yanyan who rushed upstairs waved and pulled Lin Jingheng to continue: "You're welcome!"
The warbler, who was blackmailed for two packs of cigarettes, saw him sensible and flattering, and flew a kiss at him collectively.
Lin Jingheng has been figuring out how to pull out his hand so as not to be deliberate, very absent-minded, and watched the audience. At first, he thought that Lu Bixing had an acquaintance on the star, and then Lu Bixing stuffed a box of cigarettes. He Realizing something was wrong, about a hundred meters away, the General Lin from Votor returned to God, frowning and asked, "Wait, was that a blackmailing prostitution gang?"
In the mixed market of fish and dragons, some small buildings that look very serious are often hidden in the red light district. The members of such small buildings are not well qualified, and some people are even unhappy about their personal hygiene. They look very appetite and therefore laugh. Selling the body is not very popular, and had to make a living by extortion and touching the porcelain.
The routine is usually this way-first find someone to take a basin of water and wait at the window. When you see a fat sheep passing by from the bottom, the water in the basin is poured down. Let's talk about it, and then in the name of an apology, or using an excuse such as "come in to dry clothes", drag people in.
Then, the apology and condolences will be turned into a trinity package of "stamping and immortal jumping", which guarantees that the last part of the "stick mallet" can be scraped off.
Lu Bixing looked back at Lin Jingheng, stared at him with big eyes for a moment, didn't hold back, and laughed out: "General, your reaction is not half a beat, but half an opera!"
Lin Jingheng: "..."
Today, he thought about the question of "Where to go from here". He was stunned by philosophy. He drove out of the base and was very absent. Half of his mind was emptying. He accidentally dropped space and didn't notice. This happened under the eyelids.
Lu Bi keenly read General Lin's voice from his sinking face at this time-presumptuously, looking for death?
"Hey, don't do it, you're all gone, how can you go back and find someone troublesome?" Lu Bixing opened his arms and stopped him cheerfully.
He now looks at Lin Jingheng. It can be said that he is quite irrational. He wears several layers of hormone-condensing filters. Seeing him cursing the street is also cute and humiliating. Even the anti-social murderous look on the face can be compelled to find the cute one. At the same time, the aesthetics deviate greatly, like a neuropathy.
"Today in their building, there must be someone with a blessing star, because the general has walked a god, and picking up a bunch of dog lives, what is this? This is the same luck as the koi! Hurry up and give you the one just now A box of koi smokes well, but you can't find it ... hey, look, there is a fortune-teller, please take advantage of the fortune to ask some good words! "
Under the broken shed was an old man in a turban. He was like a period, and in front of him was a table with a lame leg. On the table was a picture of a gossip of gods. At the corner of the gossip picture was a tower struck by mice. Luo card, with a neon sign on the old head, wrote: Divination of the fate of ancient law.
Lu Bixing probed the old man at the fortune teller and shouted, "Grandpa, how much is it to watch fate?"
The old man gestured at him: "Twenty points for a street ticket."
"I'll give you a hundred. We want to look good." Lu Bixing poked a few times on his personal terminal, and jumped to the meter next to the old man at one hundred. He grabbed Lin Jingheng's shoulders with both hands and pushed him forward. , "Show this gentleman!"
The old man has been at this stall for a long time, skinny and skinny, and the business is not thriving. Only two hundred points have been saved on the meter. Unexpectedly, Lu Bixing has such an injustice. The accumulated points are just enough for him. Replace with a nutrition needle that will last for months.
The old man was overjoyed, holding his broken card with both hands: "Sir, please draw a card and place it in the center of the gossip with the mysterious power of the universe."
Lin Jingheng: "... what the hell?"
Lu must walk an inch, come quickly, grab his hand and draw a colorful card.
The fortune-telling old man collected the money and performed as hard as he could. He quickly held the card in his hand, read a long verse
buzzingly
, and furiously said,
This gentleman, I look at the card In your glorious future, I see that you abandon your doubts, walk through the mist, and return to your true self. You will finally get the power that destiny gives you, and you will find the answer you have been pursuing all your life. May all the gods bless you. "
Lin Jinghengming knew that the old man was talking nonsense, but when he heard the phrase "Abandon doubts, walk through the fog, and return to himself", his heart suddenly moved, as if there was a rusty string, left empty for a long time, and was gently blown by the breeze, making a mute Chord sound. He looked up, and for a moment wanted to ask a question, "What is the answer I have pursued in my life", and the fortune teller gave him a charming and toothless smile on his face.
Lin Jingheng: "..."
He said nothing and turned away.
Lu Bixing happily chased behind him and asked, "Are you happy after listening? General, laugh one."
Lin Jingheng put his hand on his forehead, pushed the noise source back two steps, and walked away.
The old man saved enough money to save his life, thanked him for standing up and gave them away. When Lu Bixing turned back and waved with him, the fortune-telling old man took off his hat, exposing a white hair shaking in the wind, and he did n’t sit down again until the two went away. With his hand, he opened the card that Lin Jingheng had drawn away.
In the ancient earth era, the tarot divination culture flourished for a while, but was later fooled by a bunch of gangsters who had been abducted. Until now, there is no legacy at all. The set of cards in the fortune-telling old man's hands is an early flower. I bought it on the stand for five dollars, and it was a Tarot version of "convenience card". I took this thing to lie and cheat. I do n’t need to memorize the thick Tarot manual. Just follow the small characters in the corner of the card and flicker. -What each card represents, they lazily summed it up in one word.
The fortune-telling old man poked open his dim eyes, stuck his face to the card, and saw the line in the lower right corner that was almost integrated into the painting. It read-
"Tower: Can't escape."
The evening wind blew, and the fortune-telling old man froze for a moment, looking up at Lin Jingheng's direction they went away, and seeing that the two people had turned a junction and couldn't see it, so they struggled to stand up, closed the booth, and exchanged for life-saving nutrition Needle.
"There is also such a night market on Gloria Star," Lu Bixing exchanged a few oranges with others and peeled while walking. "There are also various pits in the inside. The routines are similar. Fat sheep who do not know how to come in for fun ... such as you Yes-like the festival, everyone can lie to people from one end to the other, and lie to the whole street to carnival. I used to mingle with them when I was a kid, find a place to read, and look at them when they are tired. After being cheated, someone came to rub me and give me a gadget. "
Lin Jingheng: "Don't you say that you were not healthy when you were a kid, and the one-eyed eagle didn't even let you eat it? He just watched you mingle in such places?"
"Of course it is impossible to run on the street," Lu Bixing said, and handed the peeled oranges to Lin Jingheng. "The small commercial street on Gloria Star was rented by my dad. It ’s his. The place is empty and empty. He built a small building. As soon as the backyard windows are pushed open, you can feel the animals raised by the buskers. I strongly requested to live there. During that time, my leg muscles atrophied. You need to be rehabilitated. When you practice walking in the house, you are very happy to hear the excitement outside. "
"I don't eat," Lin Jingheng waved, "What's the matter with my legs?"
"I'm sick, and I'll be fine later." Lu Bixing replied briefly.
Lin Jingheng: "What specific disease?"
Lu Bixing's expression flashed, as if he didn't want him to follow up on this question, and when he had a clever idea, he said, "Acacia, general, govern?"
Lin Jingheng: "..."
Lu Bixing's attention quickly shifted elsewhere-he was trying to feed General Lin all kinds of things all the way, Lin didn't look at it, only this orange was worth a lot and got him three words. Lu Bixing blinked, and suddenly took a tangerine petal, and caught it in the corner of Lin Jingheng's mouth, "very sweet."
Lin Jingheng: "..."
"Don't eat it? No, don't you eat any oranges you've kissed?" Lu Bixing was going to throw in his mouth. "Okay, I'll eat it myself."
This kind of teasing is very easy to find, Lin Jingheng split his hands and seized the unlucky orange.
"General, a lot of things exist to please you," Lu Bixing ran up the starship with his mouth full. "Look, oranges have worked so hard all their lives, and they have grown so big and accumulated over time that they secretly stored so many 'small Capsules are in the orange petals, waiting for you to bite down at the fullest moment, pour the sweetness on your tongue, and the fruit aromas scatter everywhere-don't many love stories in novels and movies have this bridge? In order to please the person you like, a person carefully prepares a surprise such as fireworks, stars, and fountains, and then takes the time to bring his sweetheart and perform it to him just right. Everyone will be surprised and moved with this protagonist. But if you think about it, do oranges please you too? You look so reluctant, aren't you living up to it? "
Lin Jingheng replied: "If you watch less messy things, save your brain power, and you won't burn a short circuit at any time."
However, although the words were ridiculous, his eyebrows were loosened. Lin Jingheng's taste buds seemed to be naturally dull, and he ate anything and swallowed casually. He had no neurons that tasted good food. On the contrary, the oranges described in Lu Bixing's fallacy theory can stimulate appetite. Unconsciously, he ate the whole orange, and tasted a little bit rare.
Lu Bixing followed him, a little elated, and felt that Lin Jingheng's very difficult problem was finally touched by him. He found that Lin did n’t even admire a real dislike for something that he really disliked, and that attention was so expensive that he deliberately refused, on the contrary, it meant that he was not disgusted, and might even like it, but did not meet him. Just shook his head.
Recalling Lin Jingheng's formal and diplomatic rhetoric when he rejected him, Lu Bixing now felt that he was the orange he had kissed, so sweet he just wanted to roll: "General ..."
At this moment, a heavy object suddenly smashed into the air, and he was rubbing and landed on the glass window behind him. The glass window was immediately broken into pieces and sharp flying around. Lin Jingheng raised his hand and connected the armored vehicle. A special stream of particles was ejected from the personal terminal key, and the shield shattered the glass slag.
I saw that the heavy object was half a brick. It was originally aimed at the hawker's head with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek. The man was carrying a parcel in his arms, and was chasing a rat. The people behind him were wrapped in robes. The hair was bare, and half a brick was thrown away under anger, and the big hood wrapped around the head was pulled off, exposing a face that can directly guest out ghosts-the skin was so bad In this way, the flesh on the chin and lips has disappeared, revealing Bai Sensen's jawbone, and the corners of his eyes are still dripping with blood and tears.
He ... I didn't know it was her, his voice was husky and rusty, and he screamed heartily: "You lied to me with fake medicine!"
The chased hawker was also scared by the terrible image of the other side. He sat on the ground with his legs upside down several times and changed his tone and screamed: "Rainbow virus! This person is infected with rainbow virus!"
"Rainbow virus" is an eternal nightmare of the eighth galaxy. The trauma caused by the catastrophe of that year may be at least a few hundred years old and two generations before it will die.
The hawker called out, and the whole street blew up the pan, as if the plague had arrived, and everyone followed the sudden change of color, screaming and running away. Lin Jingheng dragged Lu Bixing behind him, and the special particle flow of the mecha car key rolled out a wind, blocking Lu Bixing: "You leave this first."
"It's okay," Lu Bixing took his elbow, "I have antibodies on my body, it doesn't matter."
Lin Jingheng said for a moment: "What?"
When Lu Bixing was born, the rainbow virus has disappeared in the eight major galaxies of the Alliance for many years. He is not a front-line soldier who has to deal with special circumstances. How can there be antibodies to the rainbow virus?
Before he even thought about it, Lu Bixing pointed at the skeleton-like man and said, "Lin, look on his shoulder!"
The man's ruffled headband revealed his neck and one shoulder. The clothes were so dirty that he could not see the background color, and he could barely recognize an epaulette—a sign of the eighth galaxy administrative center, only on the uniform of a civil servant!
As soon as Lu Bixing's words fell, the skeleton man had wrapped himself up and down and turned and ran.
Lu Bixing raised his foot and chased: "Wait!"
Lin Jingheng: "Slow, do you really have antibodies?"
"Swear in your name," Lu Bixing said, "lying will keep me from chasing you forever."
Lin Jingheng: "..."
He didn't know what to do with the oath for a moment.