Encounter of future farming and cultivation of immortals

Lin Luan stood in front of Ping Zhan's Mengcang, clenched and clenched his fists in his trouser pockets, and finally mustered up the courage to knock twice.

There was no response, so I had to make it worse, from "dangdangdang" to "dongdongdong".

Still no response.Had to become "pong pong pong".

……

It wasn't until it became "duang~duang~duang~" that the warehouse door was slowly opened, and Ping Zhan was lying down wearing a helmet with an impatient expression on his face.

Lin Luan squeezed the small transparent bottle tightly, and made it clear: "I don't want to eat this anymore. Give me the authority of the kitchen, and I will do it myself."

Ping Zhan raised his left eyebrow, pulled the helmet off his head, and asked lazily, "What?"

Lin Luan shook the small red pill in the bottle with a "crash clatter" sound, and reiterated word by word: "I don't want to take this anymore. I haven't eaten anything other than this for a whole week. Give me the kitchen authority , I do it myself."

Ping Zhan lay on the bed and reacted for a while, looked at the ceiling, and asked strangely: "Balanced nutrition, convenient and quick, what's wrong?"

Lin Luan gritted his teeth: "It's hard to eat."

Ping Zhan expressed his incomprehension: "I swallowed it in one bite. It's just water, and I can't taste it at all."

Lin Luan propped his arms on the edge of the cang: "Why did you have food every night before, but not now?"

"Ah..." Ping Zhan covered his eyes with his hands, as if avoiding the direct light of the old-fashioned floor lamp by the warehouse. "At that time, I thought I would not live long, and I wanted to eat something good."

So, if you know you can't die, just don't starve to death, right?Why didn't you cover your eyes just now?Do you also feel ashamed to see others?

Lin Luan tried to appease himself, he was under the low eaves, attitude, pay attention to attitude.He softened his voice and asked: "Can you give me permission? I just want to cook something for myself. You go to work every day, and I stay at home alone. It's so boring." I can only watch TV, and I can't even change the channel.

Ping Zhan sat up slowly, and sure enough, he said it again as a reason for intimidation: "Sorry, I can't give you any permissions right now. The control permissions of all facilities are related to genes, and the permissions of all facilities will be restricted. Collect and tidy up, if you are randomly checked, you will be discovered, and the consequences will be very serious. I think you don't want to be locked in the laboratory either."

This is simply nonsense!How could anyone bother to collect information on all the devices used by residents in their homes?Why would someone monitor who uses the toilet how many times?What's the point?

"But I look like this," Lin Luan pointed at his chest, and said angrily, "What's the difference between being locked up and being locked up?"

Ping Zhan shook Lin Luan's hand naturally, and said sincerely, "Little guy, don't worry, you'll get better soon. Moreover," he turned his head and looked at the wall, as if he could see the outside through there." What’s so good about the outside world? Many people’s wish is to not have to work, not to worry about anything, and to do whatever they want. You are living the life that other people dream of.”

Lin Luan found this tone very familiar, as if he could often hear it in news interviews.Moreover, the key to being happy without going to work is to "do whatever you want", and I can't do anything now!

Ping Zhan was very patient: "You can go out, what are you going to do?"

Even if I would stay in the same house, I would like to stay in my own house - at least I can go to the bathroom whenever I want!Besides, I must look around to see where there is aura.

Ping Zhan's eyes are so kind and sincere, like a human trafficker who lures young children: "People, you have to learn to look at things from another angle. You think your life is not going well, but your life is actually what many people dream of. A house of this size in the heart of the district, well-equipped, not having to work hard every day to pay the mortgage. Young, healthy, healthy. Nothing makes you do anything against your will-it doesn't look like it happened-but You know", let go of Lin Luan's immature hand, caressed the young man's head, and gently scratched the soft black hair twice, "You know, this is what your book said at that time, "Time is quiet" good'."

Lin Luan was a little confused by the sudden words, which seemed to make sense, as if he didn't know what was good or bad.but……

Can't go there, can't touch anything, can't touch anything, eat small pills every meal, life and death are in other people's hands, so it's "time is quiet"?

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For Lin Luan, who was in confinement, as the only visitor in the prison these months, Old Yot was worth looking forward to—not to mention the fat old man brought him fruit!

Lin Luan, who hadn't eaten normal food for more than half a month, was holding a pink fruit shaped like a loofah with tears in his eyes.

Old Yot patted the little thing on the head sympathetically: "Eat it, it's very sweet..."

A hand stretched out from behind the old man, and grabbed the sleeve of the hand that patted Lin Luan's head: "You have to return my things."

Old Yotte turned his head in confusion: "What?"

Ping Zhan looked down at the report in his hand, and murmured out a series of things, including "nail scissors" and "toy rabbit". Finally, he looked up from the report and affirmed, "Return them all."

"But...these were given to me by you."

Ping Zhan bared a mouthful of small white teeth, and Lin Luan felt that this made him look like a dog: "I gave it to you when I was dying. Now, of course you have to return it." He emphasized, "Everything!"

Lin Luan gasped, he had never seen such a brazen person in 200 years.

Old Yotte first frowned into the word "Chuan", then squinted his eyes, rubbed his head and sighed, "It's already mine." He turned around and took out the instrument, and began to take blood samples for Lin Luan.

Ping Zhan stood next to the two of them, persevering, talking endlessly: "You know that the situation now is different from that at that time. At that time, I thought I was going to die—didn't you also say that there was no way at that time? You see, you are still a doctor. , I put my family and life in your hands, you failed my trust, it was your fault. It was you who made me feel that I was going to die, so I gave you all my most precious things—— You are a fraud, um, a fraud!..."

Old Yot put down the blood collection device, sprayed some hemostatic agent on Lin Luan's arm, and said softly, "Don't even think about it."

It was the first time Lin Luan saw Ping Zhan's expression of being choked by a sentence, as if the whole person was frozen, motionless, and his brain could be seen spinning rapidly from his eyes.Two seconds later, the ice sculpture thawed, and Ping Zhan threatened in a vicious tone: "I designed all your security systems. I maintain all your databases. All your data flows to the outside world are I'm sifting through encryption... If you don't return my things, hehe, you know..."

Old Yotte stopped what he was doing, turned his head and asked, "What do you want?"

Ping Zhan choked again.After thinking about it for a long time, I squeezed out three words: "Not so..."

Old Yotte laughed loudly, unfolded the terminal and clicked a few times. After a while, he pulled out a box that was bigger than Zhumengcang from the hole in the wall: "I'll give it back to you. Who else needs these things except you."

Ping Zhan lit up instantly, and pulled the box aside, wishing he could bury his face in it.

Old Yotte looked at him for a while, then turned to Lin Luan and said, "He's so happy these days, he's a little hyper. Just ignore him."

Lin Luan smiled helplessly, how dare I ignore him...

After a series of inspections, Old Yotte discussed with Lin Luan: "Would you like to go to the research institute with me. I promise that I will not conduct any inhumane research on you."

Lin Luan's first move was to subconsciously raise his head to look for Ping Zhan.

Ping Zhan was lying on the side of the box, pouted his buttocks, his entire upper body was buried in the box, and there was a brisk humming and chirping sound coming from inside, in short, he didn't notice the situation here at all.

Then observe the face of the old Yotte: this face is very calm, the eyes still have that kind of kind light, and the brows and eyes are serious.

Speaking of which, in the past few months, they have not conducted any harmful or insulting experiments on themselves... But this does not guarantee that they will not in the future... Moreover, their current peaceful life is because they "can heal the normal Zhan's disease" in exchange, without this skill, it's hard to imagine how he is going to be now.

——They actually gave themselves a choice, can they really have the qualification of "willing or not"?

... For such a long time, I have not found a way to escape from here.Will there be a chance in a more complicated environment?During the transfer process, will there be opportunities?

Lin Luan thought and thought, but he didn't know if this choice really existed, had they already decided?

So he tentatively said, "Okay. But Ping Zhan still needs to continue the treatment..."

Yotte Sr. laughed: "You can meet any time, you can have any treatment—and besides, poor boy, I have normal food to eat there."

Lin Luan swallowed subconsciously.

Old Yot discussed with Ping Zhan: "You don't have any serious health problems now. Can I take Lin Luan away?"

The singing in the box stopped suddenly, and the pouting butt no longer swayed to the beat.

Yotte Sr. went on: "It might be better for him with me."

Ping Zhan straightened his waist and asked viciously, "What is better?"

"Well, for example... three normal meals, a stroll in the courtyard of the research institute, basking in the sun, etc..."

Ping Zhan looked past Old Yote and turned to Lin Luan: "You want to go to him too?"

Lin Luan... don't look like you've been abandoned, okay...

Ping Zhan stared at Old Yotte, and slowly said: "I don't have much stuff, that's all. Why do you stare at it every day?"

Old Yot stood for a while meeting Ping Zhan's eyes, bowed his head and began to pack his things, waved to Lin Luan after packing, and flew away without saying anything.

Lin Luan was left standing awkwardly under Ping Zhan's gaze... Ah, what's wrong with this condemning look...

Ping Zhan bent down again, buried his head in the box, barking back and forth, and when he straightened up, there was a plush toy the size of a palm in his hand.

"This is for you." Taking Lin Luan's hand, he stuffed it in without any explanation, "It's fun."

A fluffy bunny that could have been white, not dirty, almost shedding all its fur, and half of one ear had been lost.

Lin Luan looked at this one in his hand stupidly, this one, trash?

I just heard Ping Zhan say in a rising tone: "Maomao really likes it. Let me play for you, so don't think about running out every day."

Nima...