Chapter 70

Lu Bixing stuffed his free hand into his mouth, raised his head and blew a long, curved whistle. A shadowy figure appeared in the window that had just been splashed with water upstairs, peering through the window.

　Lu Bixing shouted to others in a very familiar manner: "Don't hide, I've seen you, how could you do this! I look so talented, and you just use this kind of insincere trick to trap me? There's no difference at all, handsome guy." My self-esteem has been shattered by you!"

　There was a burst of snickering from all around, and the window upstairs opened, and a woman in pajamas poked her head out, smiling wildly. She didn't look like she was doing serious business.

　"What are you laughing at?" Lu Bixing waved his hand as if joking, "Hurry up and apologize, throw two packs of cigarettes down!"

　Hearing the sound from behind the window, more heads squeezed out, including men and women, some with straight hair, and some with straight hair. Curly hair, at first glance, they are colorful. Most of these people are disheveled and arrogant. They pushed me and laughed for a long time. They collected two packs of miscellaneous cigarettes and threw them down from the stairs into Lu Bixing's arms.

　From the age of the earth to the new ephemeris, "tobacco, wine, tea and sugar" are as old as human history. There are unimaginably expensive products that incorporate various black technologies, as well as crudely made handmade cigarettes that inherit history. The advertising picture on the cigarette box shows a playful man standing there twisting and turning, winking at the people outside. Inside is the low-quality tobacco "specially supplied" by Eighth Star. You can smell it through the packaging. The smell of tar was very pungent, and the paper roll of the cigarette butt was still not firmly stuck, and its tail was tremblingly raised.

　Lu Bixing took the cigarette, imitated the posture of the man on the cigarette box, posed a pose, waved to the Yingying Yanyan upstairs, pulled Lin Jingheng and continued walking forward: "You're welcome!"

　He was extorted from two boxes. The orioles in Yan saw that he was sensible and lovable, so they collectively blew a kiss to him.

　Lin Jingheng had been thinking about how to take out her hand without looking deliberate. She was very absent-minded and watched the whole scene. At first, she thought that Lu Bixing, the interstellar dead man, had an acquaintance on Venus. Later, Lu Bixing stuffed him with a pack of cigarettes. Realizing that something was wrong, after walking about a hundred meters, General Lin from Wotto came back to his senses, frowned and asked, "Wait, was that an extortion/prostitution gang just now?"

　In the crowded bustling city, Some small shops that look very serious are often hidden in the red light district. The members of such small shops are not very qualified. Some people are not even good at personal hygiene. They look very unappetizing, so the shops that sell jokes and prostitutes are not very popular. , had no choice but to make a living by blackmailing and cheating.

　The routine is usually like this - first find someone to wait at the window with a basin of water. When you see something that looks like a fat sheep passing by, you will pour the water in the basin down. The passers-by will cause this "God's punishment" for no reason. Of course, they must Ask for an explanation, and then the building will drag the person in in the name of apologizing or using excuses such as "come in to dry clothes."

　Then, apologies and condolences will turn into a trinity package of "drinking, making mistakes and dancing like a fairy", which is guaranteed to scrape off the last bit of oil and water from the "sticks".

　Lu Bixing looked back at Lin Jingheng and stared at him for a moment. He couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud: "General, your reaction is not half a beat too slow, it's half an opera too slow!"

　Lin Jingheng: "... ..."

　He thought about the problem of "where to come from and where to go" today, and he was obsessed with philosophy. From the moment he drove out of the base, he was very out of state. Half of his brain was empty. He accidentally went to space, and actually I didn't notice this happening right under my nose.

　Lu Bi keenly read General Lin's thoughts at this moment from his sinking face - wantonly want to die?

　"Hey, don't, don't, don't. You've already left, why would you go back to trouble someone?" Lu Bixing stretched out his arms and stopped him happily.

　When he looks at Lin Jingheng now, it can be said that he is quite irrational. He is wearing several layers of hormonal filters. He is cute when he scolds people, and he is cute when he hurts others. Even the anti-social murderous look on his face can be found to be cute. At this point, the aesthetics deviates greatly, like a psycho.

　"Today, there must be someone in their building who has a lucky star, because the general lost his mind and picked up a bunch of dog lives in a daze. What is this? This is the same luck as a koi! Hurry up and take the one I just gave you. I've got a box of koi cigarettes, it's a rare thing... Hey, look, there's actually a fortune teller there, take advantage of the good luck and ask for some nice words!"

　Under the dilapidated shed sat an old man wearing a turban, rickety. It must be like a full stop. There is a lame table in front of him. On the table is a gossip diagram. On the corner of the diagram is a pair of tarot cards that have been gnawed by rats. There is a neon card on the old man's head. The sign reads: Ancient fortune divination.

　Lu Bixing put his head towards the old man at the fortune-telling stand and shouted: "Grandpa, how much does it cost to watch your fortune?"

　The old man gestured to him: "The street ticket is twenty points."

　"I'll give you a hundred, we want to see the good ones." Lu Bixing poked at the personal terminal a few times, and one hundred points jumped into the meter next to the old man. He grabbed Lin Jingheng's shoulders with both hands and pushed him forward, "Show this gentleman!"

　The old man was setting up a stall here. I don't know how long I have been there, but I am skinny and skinny, and my business is not prosperous. I have only accumulated more than 200 points on the meter. Unexpectedly, Lu Bixing suddenly appeared, and the accumulated points were just enough for him to change to a new one. Months of nutrition shots.

　The old man was overjoyed and held up his breaking card with both hands: "Sir, please draw a card and place it in the Bagua Center, which has the mysterious power of the universe."

　Lin Jingheng: "...What the hell?"

　Lu Bixing pushed for the next step and came over quickly. , grabbed his hand and drew a colorful card.

　The old fortune teller accepted the money and performed with all his heart. He quickly held the cards in his hand, recited a long sutra with a buzzing sound, and said confidently: "Sir, I saw it from the cards. When it comes to your glorious future, I see you abandon your doubts, go through the fog, and return to your true self. You will finally gain the power given by your destiny and find the answer you have been pursuing all your life. "

　Lin Jing . Hengming knew that the old man was talking nonsense, but when he heard the sentence "Abandon doubts, go through the fog, and return to yourself," his heart suddenly moved, as if there was a rusty piano string that had been idle for a long time and was gently blown by the breeze, making a hoarse sound. Chord sounds. He raised his head and wanted to ask "What is the answer I have been pursuing all my life?" for a moment, but the old fortune teller gave him a flattering smile with missing teeth.

　Lin Jingheng: "..."

　He turned around and left without saying a word.

　Lu Bixing chased after him with a playful smile and asked, "Are you happy after hearing this? General, smile."

　Lin Jingheng returned his hand and pressed on his forehead, pushed the source of the noise back two steps, put it in his pocket and walked away.

　The old man saved enough life-saving money and stood up to see them off with a lot of gratitude. When Lu Bixing turned around and waved to him, the old fortune teller took off his hat and showed his white hair that was shaking in the wind. He didn't sit down again until the two of them were far away. , with trembling hands, he turned over the card that Lin Jingheng had just taken away.

　In the ancient earth era, the tarot divination culture once flourished like a meteor. Later, it was messed up by a bunch of cheating and half-hearted people. Now, there is no inheritance to speak of. The set of cards in the hands of the old fortune teller is an early flower. I bought it at a street stall for five yuan. It is a Tarot version of "convenience card". To use this thing to deceive people, you don't have to memorize the thick instructions of the Tarot card. You just need to read the small words in the corner of the card and fool around. ——What each card represents, they lazily summarized in one word.

　The old fortune teller opened his dim eyes, put his face against the card, and saw clearly the line of small characters in the lower right corner that almost blended into the painting, which read -

　"Tower: Doomed."

　The evening wind blew, and the old fortune teller shivered. He looked up and looked in the direction Lin Jingheng and the others were walking away. He saw that the two people had turned an intersection and were out of sight. So he struggled to stand up, closed the stall, and went to exchange for life-saving nutrients. Needle.

　"There is also a night market like this on Gloria Star." Lu Bixing exchanged some oranges with others and peeled them as he walked. "There are also all kinds of scams and tricks in there, and the tricks are the same. The ignorant fat sheep come in to join in the fun...like you ——Everyone will be able to trick people from one end to the other, tricking the whole street into partying together like a festival. When I was a child, I used to hang out with them, find a place to read, and when I got tired, I would watch them trick people. After I was happy with the lie, someone came over to rub me and give me a gadget."

　Lin Jingheng: "Didn't you say that you were in poor health when you were a child, and One-Eyed Eagle wouldn't even let you eat barbecue? He just watched you hang out here. "Where to farm?"

　"Of course it's impossible to run on the street," Lu Bixing said, handing the peeled orange to Lin Jingheng, "My dad rented the small commercial street on Gloria Star to them. He also owned all the land, and the place was empty. He built a small building. When you open the window in the backyard, you can touch the small animals raised by the busker. I strongly requested to live in it during that time. The legs have some muscle atrophy and need to be rehabilitated. When I was practicing walking in the house, I felt very happy when I heard the bustle outside."

　"I don't want to eat," Lin Jingheng waved her hand, "What happened to the legs?"

　"I was sick, but it got better later. Yes." Lu Bixing replied briefly.

　Lin Jingheng: "What is the specific disease?"

　Lu Bixing's expression flashed, as if he didn't want him to ask this question. An idea came to him and he said: "Lovesickness, general, can you treat it?"

　Lin Jingheng: "..."

　Lu Bixing's attention was quick. Moved elsewhere - he was trying to feed General Lin various things along the way, but Lin didn't even look at it. Only this orange was worth a lot of money, and he got three words from him. Lu Bixing blinked, suddenly broke off an orange segment, and touched the corner of Lin Jingheng's mouth unexpectedly, "It's very sweet."

　Lin Jingheng said: "..."

　"You won't eat it? No, you won't eat any orange you've kissed?" " Lu Bixing pretended to throw it into his mouth, "Okay, then I'll eat it myself."

　This kind of teasing was very embarrassing, so Lin Jingheng snatched away the unlucky orange.

　"General, many things exist to please you," Lu Bixing said, talking about the starship, "Look, Orange has worked hard all his life to grow to such a big size, and over time, he has secretly stored so many little ones. The capsule is inside an orange petal, waiting for you to bite it when you are at your fullest, splashing all the sweetness on your tongue, and the fruity aroma will spread everywhere - doesn't this feature appear in many novels and movies about love stories? In order to please the person he likes, a person carefully prepares a surprise such as fireworks, stars, and fountains, and then seizes the time to bring his sweetheart and perform it just right for him. Everyone will be surprised and moved by the protagonist. But if you think about it carefully, is this how Orange pleases you? Aren't you letting him down by being so reluctant?"

　Lin Jingheng replied: "If you look at less nonsense and save some energy in your brain, you won't be in trouble all the time. "It's a short circuit."

　However, although the words were sarcastic, his brows relaxed. Lin Jingheng's taste buds seemed to be naturally dull. He ate and swallowed everything casually. He did not have the neurons to taste delicious food. On the contrary, he was more like the oranges described in Lu Bixing's heresy. It can stimulate appetite, and before he knew it, he ate the whole orange and had a rare taste.

　Lu Bixing followed him, a little elated, feeling that he had finally figured out the rules for Lin Jingheng's very difficult question. He found that Lin often didn't even look at things that he really didn't like. That little attention was very precious, and deliberately rejecting it meant that he was not disgusted with it, and might even like it, but it just didn't suit him. Shake your head only if you follow certain behavioral patterns and rules.

　Reminiscent of Lin Jingheng's formal and diplomatic words when she rejected him, Lu Bixing now felt that he was the orange he had kissed, so sweet that he just wanted to roll all over the floor: "General..."

　At this moment, a heavy object suddenly hit the sky. He came over and was wiping Lu Bixing when he hit the glass window behind him. The glass window immediately shattered into pieces and sharp slag flew everywhere. Lin Jingheng raised his hand and shot a stream of special particles connected to the personal terminal key of the mecha car. The glass shards were scattered like a protective shield.

　I saw that the heavy object that hit was half a brick. It was originally aimed at the head of a hawker with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. The man had a package in his arms and was running away with his head in his arms. The person chasing him was wrapped in a robe. Not even a hair was exposed. In anger, he threw half a brick far away. He used too much force and the big hood wrapped around his head was torn off, revealing a face that could directly play a role as a ghost - the skin was so rotten. In this way, the flesh on the chin and lips has disappeared, revealing the white mandible, and blood and tears are still dripping from the corners of the eyes.

　He... didn't know it was her, but his voice was hoarse and rough as if it was covered with rust, and he roared heartbreakingly: "You lied to me with fake medicine!"

　The hawker who was being chased was also horribly beaten by the other party. The image was so frightening that he sat down on the ground, tumbled his legs several times, and screamed in a different tone: "Rainbow virus! This person is infected with the rainbow virus!"

　"Rainbow virus" is the eternal nightmare of the eighth galaxy. The trauma caused by that catastrophe will probably take at least hundreds of years and two generations of people to die before it can be healed.

　The vendor screamed out, and the whole street exploded. As if the plague had arrived, everyone suddenly changed their color and ran away screaming. Lin Jingheng pulled Lu Bixing behind him, and the special particle flow of the mecha car key blew out a gust of wind, blocking Lu Bixing's face: "You leave here first."

　"It's okay," Lu Bixing took his elbow, "I have It doesn't matter if you have antibodies."

　Lin Jingheng was stunned: "What?"

　When Lu Bixing was born, the rainbow virus had disappeared from the eight major star systems of the alliance for many years. He was not a frontline soldier who needed to deal with special situations, so how could he have antibodies to the rainbow virus? ?

　Before he could think about it, Lu Bixing pointed at the skeleton-like man and said, "Lin, look at his shoulders!"

　The man's turban pulled off, revealing his neck and one shoulder, and the clothes were so dirty that you couldn't tell the background. , I could barely make out an epaulette - it was the symbol of the administrative center of the eighth galaxy, and it was only found on the uniforms of civil servants!

　As soon as Lu Bixing finished speaking, the skeleton man had already wrapped himself up, turned around and ran away.

　Lu Bixing raised his foot and chased after you: "Wait!"

　Lin Jingheng: "Wait a minute, do you really have antibodies?"

　"I swear on your name," Lu Bixing said, "Lying will prevent me from chasing you for the rest of my life."

　Lin Jingheng: "..."

　He didn't know how to react to this oath.