Shortly after returning to my room, a gentle sound of piano came from the next door.

It seems to be a song that narrates the peaceful pastoral scenery, but at this moment it seems a little irritable and uneasy in the tone.

...To be honest, I couldn't hear the emotional color in the sound of the piano at all. The so-called irritability is the conclusion I came to when I stood at the door and witnessed Miss Wen Er's anxious expression. As for the pastoral scenery... I saw that the page on the music score in front of her was painted with a golden farmland.

For me, Miss Wen Er has practiced violin skills for many years, and there is no essential difference between a monkey sawing machine legs.

They are all existences that I cannot understand.

"What are you worried about? The dead assassin will not turn into a ghost to come to you."

The sound of the piano stopped. Miss Wen Er glanced at me, took the violin off her shoulder, and held it in her hand.

What? Do you want to get up and beat me up?

As a result, she just put the piano in the box and put it away.

"Mr. Wang...What does killing mean to you?"

The second lady asked me this. It was indeed a difficult question because I had never thought about it.

"This question is very profound..."

The second lady stared straight at me.

"Start from the details of daily life, we can look back on the meaning of life. It seems that you are not empty-headed, Miss Second."

Not caring about my "empty" evaluation, Wen Yin asked in surprise: "Details of daily life?"

Otherwise, what else can it be? I have been in the New Territories for a year. If I had been so excited about every killing someone, I would have been so sad that I would have had myocardial infarction.

Who is a peerless master? It’s really rare and strange to have people on their mother planets.

Wen Yin sighed, ignored me, and murmured a word repeatedly. She thought the voice was small, and I couldn't hear it, but in fact I could hear it very clearly.

Wardog.

OK, not warpig.

I am now open-minded. I must not seriously care about the nobles of my parent star. They will pull me to the same level as them, and then defeat me with rich experience - wait. This sentence seems to describe an idiot.

In any case, when the disaster is coming, we must see who asks for whom. The nobles' reserved demeanor is only effective in peacetime.

I didn't talk to Miss Wen Er, so I didn't want to stay next to her and listen to her anti-war piano. So I slipped to Wen's courtyard and trampled on the lawn. It was not easy to feed the real grass on the floating platform. The maintenance cost of this grass was absolutely sky-high. So I felt pleasure when I stepped on it, and I felt quite proud of trampling the evil capitalism under my feet.

At this time, the bald Locke in the distance was patrolling outside the villa with a team of brothers. Seeing my road roller raging on the lawn, he hurried over to dissuade him.

"This...Mr. Wang, I want to ask you some things."

While saying that, he pulled me to the White Rock Road.

When I stood still, Locke became embarrassed. What were he asking?

As a result, the bald man thought for a long time and asked a question that was extremely ungrateful.

"By the way, Mr. Wang, how did you find that there was an assassin hidden in the self-traveling stretcher in the morning?"

...This guy's head was arched by a pig?

If you go to Coca-Cola company to ask someone about the beverage formula, will anyone tell you? This bald man is also a modern civilized person, why doesn’t he have any patent awareness?

Locke also knew that he had asked the wrong thing and quickly changed the subject.

"I wonder what Mr. Wang thinks about the current situation?"

There is indeed a opinion, but do I need to tell you? A group of idle men were touched by an assassin and didn't even realize it. If I weren't here today, Miss Wen Er could have played GG in this game of life.

No, it was because someone pulled the internet cable.

Seeing my cold attitude, Locke was even more embarrassed. I felt that I had no beauty in my awkward posture of a muscular man, so I turned around and left... and walked down the stone road and continued to step on the lawn.

I wasn't really bored, I just felt that there were some big and small disasters hidden in this lawn, which might not hurt people, but it would be better to dig them out if I kept them. After trampling on the lawn for a few minutes, I finally found the source of this sense of incongruity.

After digging the turf, I took out a black ball from the soil. I held it in my hand and carefully identified it before I recognized what it was.

At this time, the bald Locke ran over again, his expression awkward and distorted: "Mr. Wang, that thing..."

"This is a paralyzed landmine, a very rare model. Because of its insufficient cost-effectiveness, it only took a month from mass production to production suspension. The number of people circulating in the world is very rare, and its value as a collectible is not low. I didn't expect that the ravens would really be willing to spend a lot of money and bury this thing in the lawn. Hey, I don't know when it took action. Could it be that the group of policemen were mixed with thousands of faces in it?"

While I carefully analyzed the situation, I watched Locke sweating profusely. What are you nervous about? Could it be that the landmines were buried by you?

"This, Mr. Wang, this landmine was actually buried by us..."

It’s you! Look at me chopping off your skeleton-reversed dog head!

Miss Laiwen's shout came from the gate: "Stop it!"

OK, then don't kill it.

I threw the mine to the bald man casually, and he was in a hurry and sweated coldly.

Before the eldest lady came to question me, I spoke first: "You psychopaths are burying mines in your own home! There are minesweeping games and computers, do you think it's not enough to play? It doesn't matter if you blow yourself to death. Who has erased the record of my failure in this mission?"

Miss Wen looked extremely headache-inducing. She took a few deep breaths in front of me before speaking: "This is a paralyzed landmine that Wen Jia put on the wall. It is for the purpose of preventing uninvited guests. The landmine will only paralyze the body and will not be fatal. Moreover, her family also knows where the landmine is buried and will not make any mistakes."

No mistakes!? A group of ignorant people fiddling with arms, but they dare to brag that they will not make mistakes!? I found that Miss, you are more shameless than Professor Tao.

"Mr. Wang, it was Locke and the others who buried the mines, not the ignorant people..."

"I said yes!... It's a pity that you can think of it. You're burying landmines in your own yard and thinking you're pretty. If your opponent is really just a few thieves... Hehe, when you accidentally step on the mine buried by your own hands one day and find that the firepower has increased by more than ten times, don't say I haven't reminded you."

The ravens can really do this, but I'm not scaring them. The main brain, Tannis, has endless tricks and cooperates with the Thousand Faces, and even if I really drop the mine under my nose, I won't be surprised. When I stay at home, it's impossible for me to spread my perception to the entire floating platform at all times, and be tampered with others outside the building. It's normal.

"Okay, since Mr. Wang said that... Locke, I'll bring your people with me later and remove all these trap mines."

This is the most appreciated thing for the young lady: she can correct her mistakes, and she can correct her mistakes without knowing her mistakes. Seeing that she was clearly dissatisfied with her eyes, she still sent the order.

"What else does Mr. Wang have to do?"

I thought about it and said to Wenjun: "I want to eat pork stewed vermicelli tonight."

“…”

The young lady turned around and left.

The mother planet just can’t listen to the truth?

Just as he was thinking, the eldest lady suddenly turned around and asked me: "Do you really want to eat?"

"I have eaten a few meals at your house and I really want to have some real meals."

"snort!"

———

At night, there was indeed a pot of pork stewed vermicelli on the table.

The chef of the Wen family is a retired chef specially hired by Mr. Wen from the Tianjing Hotel. His skills are naturally good. He made many changes that I had never thought of before. I picked up pieces of meat with chopsticks and put them into my mouth. The delicious taste has never tasted it in my life.

A piece of ordinary pork belly is marinated and processed many times before putting it into the pot. In addition to the simple and rich meat aroma, it also has a refreshing fragrance, which removes the greasiness in the mouth, but leaves a delicious aftertaste.

But, after all, something is missing.

I sighed and said to the servant beside me: "Go to the kitchen to get me a bottle of vinegar, and also, remove all the bread in front of me, I only want white rice."

The second lady from Wenjia, opposite the dining table, looked at me curiously.

When the servant came over with a bottle of rice vinegar, I couldn't help but sigh again.

Not my favorite brand.

Sighing twice in succession, she scared Miss Wen, suddenly pushed the plate in front of her, and then shouted to Wen Yin: "Xiao Yin, don't eat it!"

Miss Wen Er was frightened by her sister and her whole body trembled. A spoon filled with hot soup fell on the table. The soup splashed everywhere, making Wen Yin exhaled softly.

...Are these sisters deliberately funny?

While looking at the initiator Miss Wen with extremely curious eyes, I unscrewed the vinegar bottle and poured the rice vinegar into the porcelain basin of pork stewed with vermicelli.

Miss Wen was dumbfounded: "You, what are you doing!?"

"Add vinegar, you can tell it." I said, pouring vinegar into the basin, and a pungent sour smell spread in the restaurant for a moment.

The eldest lady asked again: "Is this... Could it be that the dish is poisonous?"

"For no reason, where does the poison come from?"

"Since there is no poison, why do you add so much vinegar to do!?"

"I like it, do you care?"

As I said that, I picked up large pieces of meat with chopsticks and put them into my mouth with vermicelli soup. The original delicacies were covered with acetic acid. The pungent sour taste made me frown slightly. This taste was definitely not as wonderful as the original one.

But I just like it.

When I was in college, my favorite thing was this cheap pork stewed vermicelli. The canteen master was not good at skill, so I used vinegar to mix it. I like to eat sour. Soak a bowl of pork stewed vermicelli with vinegar to make only sour and salty flavors left, so I can taste it. Hey, how can the nobles understand this taste?

After graduating from college, Feng Yin went to the Tianjing Public Security Bureau. I wandered on my mother star for a year, and then went to the New Territories for another year. During this period, I slept in the open and ate wild fruit springs everywhere, but I never tasted the taste of home-cooked Chinese cuisine again.

It's a long time feeling.

The feeling of changing worlds surged in my heart.

Three minutes later, the bottom of the basin was empty, and the old feelings were like the dead and rotten rocks, retreating from my heart. I took out a bottle of chewing gum from my pocket, threw two pieces into my mouth, washed away the fragrance of the meal, and at the same time, I shook away the last trace of melancholy.
To be continued...