Goodbye, Seoul

"Don't worry, threatening letters like this are commonplace."

Quan Zhilong snorted coldly. From becoming famous to now, he has long since lost the feeling of this kind of threat.But Shengli didn't seem to agree with his response. While trying to search for the source of the letter, he continued to persuade:

"But this letter is very strange. I haven't found his source..."

Although Shengli has many abilities, he did not find any network source after mobilizing everything, which puzzled him. At the same time, it also made him feel that this was by no means a simple letter. Not only was it sent to Quan Zhilong's private network accurately, He also completely concealed his source of information, so that Shengli could not find any loopholes.

"Okay, so what's written on it?"

Quan Zhilong threw down his pen a little irritably. He was in the process of creating. He was obviously not in a good mood to be interrupted like this, but Shengli's persistence made him helpless. He patiently asked the content of the letter, and Shengli sent the content to his mobile phone On the screen, Quan Zhilong glanced over, the general meaning above was to make him change his attitude towards bionics, and he used some threatening language that seemed to Quan Zhilong to be like pediatrics. He closed those words and said:

"It's all fake, don't take it seriously."

"Can..."

"No but! I'm very busy, you can deal with it yourself!"

Quan Zhilong hung up the phone. He rubbed his hair and wanted to quickly get rid of these useless thoughts from his head, so that he could better connect with the creative ideas just now. He didn't take these things to heart, not because he Not risking their lives, but having enough confidence to resist these methods.

Victory has no authority to connect to Quan Zhilong's company, he can only obey Quan Zhilong's order to dispose of the information, but the last sentence on it: it will make you die on the road.It makes Shengli feel very uneasy, his program is constantly making choices, whether it should be destroyed or kept.

Victory puts Quan Zhilong's safety first, but now when Quan Zhilong's safety is threatened, he has no better measures to protect it.Shengli squatted down and looked at the small flower field he had planted, thinking that maybe when Quan Zhilong came back at night, they could have a good discussion.

But Quan Zhilong didn't go home until two o'clock in the morning. This is not his usual style.When Shengli called him, he could hear Quan Zhilong in the composition room from the sound of the phone, so there is a high probability that he would not go to bars or nightclubs and other places. If it were not for these places, where else would he go? ?

Shengli suddenly remembered today's letter, he looked at the dinner that had been packed several times, and thought of asking Quan Zhilong about the dinner as a reason to call him.But Shengli only heard the sound of the connection ringing all the time, and no one seemed to answer on the other side.Victory became even more uneasy, he walked to the door without knowing when.

"Androids are forbidden to leave the home without permission."

The procedure is clearer than himself, he doesn't have any reason to go out, the master's failure to return late at night is not something he needs to be responsible for, there are too many reasons for his failure, so Shengli can't step out of this door.

Shengli looked at the dark sky outside, and only the street lamps were still working on the ground, vaguely providing a little warmth for this cold night.Victory turned on all the lights in Quan Zhilong's house, as if the entire dark world suddenly had a ray of light, insisting on not being invaded alone.He stood by the window, staring at the end of the street intently, hoping that Quan Zhilong would come back safely.

Quan Zhilong opened his eyes, he was still in the composing room, because the song was interrupted, he drank two extra sips of wine, perhaps because of the fatigue of the past few days, he actually fell asleep drowsily, and woke up almost two o'clock in the morning Too much, he tapped his head, the sleepiness had not completely dissipated, he randomly found a driver in the company parking lot, entered the address and got in the car.

Quan Zhilong took out his mobile phone and saw the missed call reminding him of victory. He wanted to dial it back, but when he was about to press it, he thought about why he wanted to call him, a domestic android, with the same itinerary. Where's the phone?He sat with his arms folded, threw his phone aside, thinking that the composing today was interrupted because of his interruption, and it would be good not to find him.

But in fact, Quan Zhilong's eyes were looking at the mobile phone on the seat from time to time.Thinking that if Shengli called now, he would still answer it.But this journey can be described as extremely quiet, only his stomach rang twice inappropriately, Quan Zhilong picked up the phone slowly, intending to use this as an excuse to call back.

Shengli was connected the second he received Quan Zhilong's call, and he felt relieved after hearing Quan Zhilong's normal voice. Quan Zhilong asked him awkwardly:

"Is there anything else to eat?"

"Of course, when will you be home?"

Quan Zhilong glanced out the car window, the car turned a corner, he suddenly saw a light in the direction of his residence, he checked several times before he was sure that it was his house.It was like a small lighthouse in the dark, as he got closer to it, the light became brighter and brighter, that house seemed like a home for the first time in Quan Zhilong's eyes.

One was waiting for his home in the middle of the night.

"soon."

When Quan Zhilong approached the house, Victory took his coat with a smile. He was unscathed and returned home safely. All of Victory’s worries were slowly put down. Quan Zhilong saw the steaming food on the table , I don't know how to win.

"Mr. Quan, today seems to be later than usual?"

"Ah, I'm just a little sleepy. I slept in the company for a while."

Quan Zhilong took the tableware that Shengli handed him, and he answered Shengli's question naturally, without the slightest feeling that he was talking about his privacy. He could not have answered, but he just told the truth.Shengli stood aside and watched him eat deliciously, thinking maybe he really cared too much about that letter.

"Who sent you back?"

"The company has drivers."

"Android?"

Quan Zhilong nodded. Now many cars are already driverless, and the bionic driver is just an extra layer of security.Victory bowed his head and pondered for a while, then tentatively asked him:

"Maybe I can be your driver too?"