Interstellar boy Qin's lost track of the golden tower

That night, the four masters didn't wait for the radio communication from their little apprentices. Pei Xiangdi was very surprised, and scolded Mao Boluo again, suspecting that what he sent this time was a defective product that could not be used.

Kunta held the walkie-talkie and climbed up to the roof of the Golden Pagoda alone. In the night wind, he leaned against the huge golden wall and looked at the blue night sky for a long time before he calmed down, summoned up his courage, and slowly spun around The frequency button of the walkie-talkie, hoping to receive the sound from different time and space.

But no.

The night was too quiet, and the walkie-talkie was too quiet. After switching back and forth, only the voices of Wu Er and the others could be heard slipping past.

Hot tears rolled down his cheeks, and Kunta once again knew that the summer when he just graduated from university, the ordinary summer evening on the earth, he really couldn't go back.

The universe god gave him a chance to travel through time and space, and quickly forgot about him.

The hurdling vest and big underpants that he wore when he crossed back then, as well as the flip flops, the mobile phone in his hand, and the wristband that fell off, were all picked up by Ji Pingnan, who was a teenager.

The mobile phone soaked in rain has been hidden by Kunta in the depths of his wing feathers. After Kunta went to Mechanical Siege to learn the craft for several years, he took it out, disassembled it and repaired it. , all the information in that mobile phone, photos, videos, music, documents, memos... were all transferred by Kunta to his wrist brain, and multiple encryption locks were set, and the mobile phone was later smashed and destroyed by him up.

Including the wristband that Ji Pingnan mistook for an old-fashioned wrist-shaped brain, so Kunta has been wearing it on his wrist, but it can't be turned on at all.

Kunta couldn't accept that after turning on the phone, they had no signal, no vibration, and no news. The endless and hopeless waiting was too hard to endure, so one day, he finally smashed the phone and the bracelet, and put them on They were reduced to ashes in mechanical incinerators.

The hurdle vests, big underpants and flip flops that survived could not withstand the brilliance of the years, and before Kunta grew into a teenager for the second time, they silently rotted in his closet.

Their destination is also an incinerator.

Looking at the wisps of smoke that day, Kunta felt that all the connections between himself and the small blue planet were broken like smoke.

Until today he saw this walkie-talkie.

For a moment, such a very, very short moment, when Kunta saw the familiar M logo, he almost thought that he had confused time and space and traveled back to the earth again.

But when he opened the walkie-talkie and found the blue flying bird logo of Mao Shrike in a hidden corner, Kunta clearly realized that his dreams and delusions were shattered.

This walkie-talkie does not come from the blue planet of the 21st century, but from the mechanical siege of the interstellar age.

It is a product of modern technology, not an antique.

That said, it's pretty heartbreaking.

It's just that he didn't give up, and wanted to stand on a high place, trying to search for even a little weak signal that traveled through the tunnel of time and space.

Even if it is a "don't answer".

Nothing.

The occasional voices were always the laughter of Wu Er, Pei Xiangdi, Long Shanchuan and Luo Binglang.

Their happiness is so far away.

This thought flashed through Kunta's mind quickly.

Then he heard footsteps coming from the stairs behind the secret door.

Someone came up.

It's Yan Suiliang! ?

Kunta quickly turned off the walkie-talkie, stuffed it deep into the feathers, turned over and stood up from where he was sitting.

The secret door was opened, and Yan Suiliang, who was wearing house clothes, stepped on a pair of slippers, and appeared at the door with a throat clearer in his mouth, with disheveled hair.

Kunta stood in the light, the golden wall behind him was dazzling, the boy took a step forward and walked into the shadows, "Mr. Yan, why didn't you go to rest?"

Yan Suiliang had a clear smile on his face, "I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a stroll. I saw the door of your room was open, so I guessed that you came here."

He took out the lighter and lit the throat clearer in his mouth against the wind. When he walked up to the young man, he saw the mottled tear stains on his face, widened his eyes in surprise, and quickly restrained his expression.

The two walked to the edge of the roof in silence, Kunta took another wrong step and stood at the position of the guard, Yan Suiliang turned to look at him, the night wind was strong, and the tears on the young man's face had been dried by the wind , only the eyes were still a little wet, and there was a little grievance deeply hidden, and now he looked at him calmly, "Sir?"

The boy asked suspiciously.

Yan Suiliang shook his head, turned around, took out the throat clearer in his mouth, and sprayed a faint puff of smoke into the night sky.

"It sucks too much, it's disgusting, I feel like grass is growing in my lungs!" Yan Suiliang complained.

Kunta smiled, "Since the situation has calmed down, the medical department should dare to prescribe medicine for you. The effect of Qinghou Powder is slow, so ask them to change the prescription tomorrow."

The young man lowered his head, turned on his brain and looked at Yan Suiliang's schedule, "The day after tomorrow, oh, it should be tomorrow, on the [-]th, you still have a speech, and you can also do a small-scale meeting on the Forum on Improving the Utilization of Clean Energy You have to speak, and the time you need to speak is not short."

Kunta raised his head with a solemn expression, "It will be bad if you lose your voice on stage."

Yan Suiliang cleared his throat and put it out with his fingertips, and laughed, "Why are you doing Yan Zhizi's job, you stole his job, be careful he won't give you a bonus."

The young man sighed, and his tone was full of helplessness, "I'm not afraid that if you suddenly become hoarse when you take the stage, the housekeeper and the others will be surprised and think that someone has poisoned you. Once they cry, I will have nothing to do."

Yan Suiliang laughed haha, and waved his hands, "No way, I know that, if I scare them once, I won't be able to fix it after a while. I, I can't be safer now."

Yan Suiliang scattered the remaining sliver of cleared throat with his fingertips and kneaded it into pieces. The green grass leaves were blown by the wind, and he patted Kunta on the shoulder, "Let's go, go back to sleep, I won't be out all day today." Golden Tower, there are no outsiders to see, the bodyguard team is enough for me, I will give you a vacation, sleep late, or go for a stroll in the four cities. Whichever car in the garage you want to drive, my name is The butler will give you permission."

Speaking of this, Yan Suiliang laughed haha ​​for a long time, "I think the fluorescent color series is good, and it is suitable for the new clothes that Yan Suiyi made for you."

The young man's face like a bright moon suddenly wrinkled and turned into a bitter gourd, "Then I'd better not go out! Aunt Yi's aesthetics are too different from mine. I think the generation gap between us cannot be bridged!"

Ever since the young man started to wear clothes made by Yan Su Yi, the creative desire of this top fashion designer has reached its peak. Recently, he is enthusiastically making an embroidered gown for the young man.

An expensive cloth made of Yan family's rare silver energy stones and navy blue energy stones, with gold thread embroidery.

Gold and silver go hand in hand.

Kunta saw the finished product picture on Yan Yuyi's virtual screen, and couldn't find a second adjective other than luxury.

Oh, it's also very heavy. In addition to the heavy fabric itself, and the use of real gold wire, the total weight of the whole coat is about 30 kilograms.

Kunta got a headache when he thought of this coat. After reading the drawings that day, he expressed his willingness to submit his resignation to Yan Suiliang on the spot.

Yan Suiliang also thought of this incident, held back for a while, and laughed even louder.

The two went back to the top floor one after the other, and Kunta went to check his employer's bedroom again, and delivered Yan Suiliang to Duke Zhou safely before returning to his own room.

I raised my wrist and looked at it, and it was already 03:30 in the morning.

The boy quickly took a shower, dried himself off, put on his stealth suit, and went out quietly.

This time he did not leave the door open, but locked it.

The lights of the Golden Pagoda were all extinguished after the owner fell asleep, and the corridor was pitch black, only the faint light of the stars came in through the tall glass windows.

But this ray of light not only can't make people see the road in front of them clearly, on the contrary, it seems that there are many shadows ahead, which are difficult to distinguish, as if there are many ferocious ghosts breaking free from it, trying to choose people and devour them.

Kunta didn't have this confusion, his eyes saw things as usual in the darkness, and the boy walked down the stairs briskly and silently, avoiding all the sundries on the ground.

The staircase from the top floor to the 140th floor is still very clean. It can be seen that someone cleans it every day. The golden handrails are shiny, and the waxing on the wooden stairs is perfect.

From the 140th floor, the cleaning became more and more careless. The stairs became made of marble, and the handrails were still golden, but Kunta saw several teeth marks.

Tooth marks! ?

Wanna taste what gold tastes like?

When approaching the [-]th floor, water stains appeared in the corner. I don't know which lazy cleaner was unwilling to take the dirty water from the sweeping to the bathroom and pour it out in the corridor.

Going further down, debris began to pile up in the stairwell, worn-out chairs, withered flowerpots filled with soil, desks with broken baffles, electric rice cookers, alcohol stoves...

On the 95th floor, a huge grand piano blocked the stairwell, and the cover of the piano was still supported. Kunta had to hang himself from the ceiling and move outwards, and then left quietly.

Fortunately, when we reached the eightieth floor, everything became clean and tidy again, the stairs paved with wooden floors reappeared, and the gold handrails were polished again.

Kunta touched it, and saw that there was no dust on his fingertips. He was tired of walking, so he sat on the handrail and rowed all the way down.

The energy detectors hidden in the wings became hot.

Arrived!

Kunta raised his head, and the golden sign hanging above the safety door in the stairwell marked: 75 floors.

The boy released his huge wings, and the moment the white feathers appeared, they were perfectly covered by the bionic stealth suit, turning into a night-like jet black.

Kunta touched it back, took out the small button, and did a force field scan again.

This time the button didn't go silent, it found an electronic lock.

And behind the simple electronic lock, the small button projects the scanned image onto the virtual screen of Kunta Brain, which is...

It's an endless hell.