MTL - Right on Target-Chapter 12 true and false

The cat didn't know it, and its tail hit the water on the ground. By the time he blows it off, Xie Zhenshu is already fully dressed.

It was five o'clock in the morning.

"Goodbye," Su Heting raised the clean hoodie and waved his hand at Xie Pillow Book, "I'll catch up on sleep later, so I won't see you off."

Xie Zhenshu nodded, thought of something when he was about to go out, and turned around. At this time, there were no guests in the corridor, and the orange light fell softly on Xie Zhenshu's shoulder.

"The game went well," he said.

This scene seems familiar.

Su Heting's heart skipped a beat, and he replied, "I'd like to borrow your blessing."

Xie Zhenshu closed the door and left.

Su Heting put on the sweater, deliberately lifted the collar and sniffed, there was a refreshing smell of laundry detergent. He maintained this posture, lost in thought.

Not so coincidental, is it?

He didn't feel familiar when he knew the hermit.

But it is impossible for Xie Zhenshu to talk to him while opening the door—

The rainstorm night suddenly came to mind, just like last night. In that treacherous punishment area, there was a person who talked to Su Heting like this.

The man was tall and straight, with equally broad shoulders, and said to him indifferently.

welcome.

-inspector!

Su Heting felt chills down his spine. He grabbed his trousers and put them on his legs, and fastened the buttons quickly. He didn't even have time to change his shoes, and rushed out the door wearing slippers.

"guest!"

The dwarf robots shuttled in the corridor shouted one after another and dodged to the sides. They held the trays on their backs and glowed red "beep beep".

"Please don't run around in the corridor...Call the foreman...Some customers are suspected of being drunk..."

Su Heting didn't see Xie Zhenshu's figure, his heart was pounding, but it wasn't fear, but an inexplicable excitement.

He just doubts.

Is Xie Zhenshu the inspector?

Do not.

Is Xie Zhenshu a human being?

Su Heting ran out of the corridor on his slippers, followed by the dwarfs. They couldn't keep up with Su Heting's speed, and they swarmed forward happily while shouting "guests". Because there wasn't enough room in the corridor, the little ones jostled each other, knocking the trays to the ground.

"Mr. Cat Cub!" The lead robot rushed out halfway, stood at the door, made an "X" gesture towards Su Heting, and shouted, "Please stop running and pay attention to safety..."

Su Heting sprinted non-stop, jumped up suddenly while rushing towards the lead robot, firmly held the horizontal post above which the wishing card was hung with both hands, jumped over the robot nimbly, and landed beautifully.

He opened the door curtain with a "swish" and looked out.

"—Amitabha!" The monk was taken aback by the sudden lifting of the door curtain, and his nerves had not been relaxed since the Viper left. After seeing clearly that it was Su Heting, his tense back eased slightly: "What are you doing?"

Su Heting looked at the street in the rain, it was foggy.

Xie Zhenshu is gone.

"Warming up before the game," he turned his gaze back, and made a bad face at the monk, "what are you doing, stalking old man?"

"It's protection," the monk said emphatically, "we're protecting you. Why did you run away during the day? It took a lot of effort to find you."

"I'm afraid that your hands will shake and your gun will go off." Su Heting bent down slightly and got out of the curtain. He pointed to the poster on the wall with his thumb and reminded the monk: "This store only accepts stitchers."

The owner of Yaochi and Jiali are friends, and they are related to the trading market. They opened this bathhouse to serve stitchers, which is why Su Heting often comes here.

"Oh, I didn't see it." The monk didn't force his way. He withdrew his hand, stood still, rubbed his chin to study the poster, and asked, "Do you like to take a bath?"

Su Heting said bluntly, "None of your business."

"Just chatting, can you..." The monk felt a headache, "I'm here to protect you."

"Don't be ridiculous." Su Heting took out his pocket, and used **** to pinch out the modified eyes of the Viper, "Do you want to buy it?"

The monk took a closer look, and his expression changed slightly: "You took out the eyes of the adder!"

"It's useless for him to keep it." Su Heting lightly tossed his **** upwards, and "slapped" the reformed eye back into his palm, "If you don't want me, I'll hang up in the trading market."

The monk watched that eye go up and down like a walnut being played with. He had mixed feelings: "...don't you keep it? Keep it as a replacement."

The tip of Su Heting's nose wrinkled slightly, with a face of reluctance: "It's disgusting to think about it."

This is what the Colosseum often does.

The implants of retired players can be handed over to the Colosseum, and the Colosseum will conduct a comprehensive valuation and then sell these implants as replacements.

"The things used by Viper are good." The monk raised his trouser legs and sat down on the bench at the entrance of Yaochi, "But if you plucked out his eyes, he must hate you to death."

The monk was secretly happy, but he couldn't show it.

He restrained his expression: "They will come to you again."

Su Heting noticed that the monk was wearing casual clothes today.

On the black market, there is no better identity than an armed group that can openly carry a gun. But the monk came here tonight in casual clothes, explaining that the matter of protecting him should not be publicized.

"You caught Viper," Su Heting said, "and let him go."

The monk looked out of the eaves and suddenly wanted to smoke, but he just thought about it. He tightened and loosened his hands on his legs, and said calmly, "There are always things that cannot be controlled."

The rain made ripples in the puddles, and the puddles couldn't jump up and slap the rain.

Although it's really frustrating, this group of big bosses just don't care about the main **** system, and they don't care about those humans who haven't escaped from the light track area.

The stability of the living place has reduced the external threats, the news in the light track area can no longer attract widespread attention, and the doomsday launched by artificial intelligence has become history.

No matter what the main **** system wants to do.

—They haven’t invaded their habitat in recent years, have they?

That's what the big bosses think.

The monk asked: "Can you lose tonight?"

"Yes," Su Heting took out a lollipop, speaking easily, "Give me three million first."

Monk: "..."

"You really think of yourself as a little daughter-in-law in a dilemma." Su Heting bit the lollipop between his teeth, only to realize that he hadn't changed his slippers. He raised his foot to let the rain wash against the sole: "Wei Zhixin, is that guy Wei Zhixin? I just want to tell him."

He is not loud.

"There are winners and losers in the game, don't end if you can't afford it."

***

There was darkness in front of Viper's eyes. There were aging scars near his brain-computer interface, so he didn't plug in the connecting wire, but his head was covered with disk electrodes.

"Boss," Viper closed his eyes, his breath was short of breath under the stimulation of the electrical signal, and his voice trembled, "I'm sorry. Boss, I'm sorry..."

Through the glove, the boss picked up the tail of the adder, where it was shattered by the bullet.

"His speed is so fast..." Viper's head moved, "I was held down...his hand...grass!" Viper seemed to have experienced it again in his head, and he shouted in pain, "He used The hand took my eye out! I **** him-! It hurts, it hurts! Boss, I'm sorry..."

Viper jerked its body violently, the veins on its forehead bulging. His voice changed: "Stop repeating..."

The boss touched the broken part of the adder's tail benevolently, and the remaining venom had been cleaned up. His voice was very gentle, as if he couldn't feel Viper's pain: "Got it, got it... Don't keep repeating, Viper, think about the details. He has a modified eye, what is that eye for?"

Viper gritted his teeth: "Sorry, I don't know!"

"Do it again." The boss pressed the Viper's chest, "He tore off the billboard and rushed towards you at a very fast speed. Then your scales were blown away by him, and then his throat was blocked by him."

Viper seemed to have returned to that moment again.

The back of his head hit the ground heavily, and the kitten held him down, and he couldn't breathe. Then the cat's fingers magnified in front of his eyes, and he didn't even have the ability to react, even slowing down the meow.

"No..." Viper yelled with severe pain in his head, "Don't dig..."

The boss asked: "What is his modified eye doing?"

Viper was in tears, convulsing with pain. He forced himself to open his eyes wide in this infinite pain, as if he was welcoming Su Heting's fingers. He stared intently at the cat's remodeled eye—

A calm misty blue.

The monk stared at the peaceful sky and asked Su Heting, "Do you want to go back and catch up on sleep?"

Su Heting walked in with his slippers on, sneezed a little, and only replied with a simple "ah", which was regarded as an answer.

The monk folded his arms and sat guarding the door, like a father who came to catch his son who had run away from home.

"Hey," Su Heting leaned out from behind the curtain again, and asked the monk a question, "Is the inspector really a system?"

The monk couldn't keep up with the change of the topic, so he nodded first: "Yes. He lives in the penalty area, so he can't be a human."

"Oh..." Su Heting was dubious.

"Our real person detection is absolutely foolproof," the monk said, "and there will be no misjudgment."

Su Heting went back into his pocket and entered. He walked around the enthusiastic lead robot and picked up a bottle of water from the little man's tray.

Guess wrong.

Su Heting unscrewed the bottle cap, rubbed the back of his neck while drinking, and gave up thinking.

-never mind.

He thought indifferently.

I'll see you anyway, I really can't run away.

***

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the rain had just stopped.

The warm-up of the live broadcast of the Colosseum swept across, and countless advertisements were broadcasting.

Jiali arrived at the entrance of the Colosseum on time to set up a stall. She lit a cigarette and looked at her small screen through the smoke. There was news about the hermit on it.

Hermit: The market is open, and Wei Zhixin is about to place a bet.

Jiali bit her cigarette and swiped to another page. She pokes it with her pinky, betting on the game.

Hermit: I voted a dollar for Kitty!

Jiali: If a stingy person can't be defeated, I will vote for one thousand.

Hermit: I still have to support my family.

hermit:? ? ?

Hermit: You really only voted for a thousand?

Belle: Only?

Hermit: What's going on? ? ?

Hermit: Someone voted a million cats! !

His exclamation point was about to burst off the screen.

Jiali was still smoking normally when she saw "one hundred", and she lost her cigarette when she saw "ten thousand". She frantically slapped the cigarette ash and almost fell off the stool.

A few seconds later, Su Heting's mobile phone received two messages at the same time.

Hermit/Belle: Do you have a boss? !

Su Heting:?