He came to the moon with a tractor

The farce-like dinner party finally came to an end.

When Oran woke up, he found that he had returned to his residence, and there was a man sitting beside the bed.

He also had a headache, and he just remembered that he was waiting for Zhen Mojin to take a sample, when he suddenly felt dizzy and lost consciousness.

Perhaps it is a symptom that must appear every Saturday, or it may be tired.

It's a pity that I couldn't see the process of creating clones.

He came back to his senses and froze for a moment.

This is, already made?So fast?

Olan couldn't bear the impulse in his heart, sat up and hugged his neck, dragged him onto the bed, turned over and pressed him down, and began to touch, "It looks so similar...even the touch is so delicate... ..."

He touched Lu Yuanjiu's chest, and was about to pinch it when he was grabbed by the wrist, so hard that he almost wanted to break it.

Olan became even more excited, "Even his temperament is exactly the same, why, so angry?" He moved closer and looked into Lu Yuanjiu's eyes, "It's really similar, he is like this when he is angry, he wants to pinch me die."

He was puzzled, "I asked Zhen Mojin to set a lover mode, how did it work?"

Lu Yuanjiu's face was gloomy, suppressing the raging anger, he gritted his teeth and said, "Olan, your father can't protect you now, I can kill you at any time."

Olan smiled even more happily, "How can a clone be so crazy?" He moved closer, "However, I really like it."

"So you poisoned me just to clone me?" Lu Yuanjiu raised his other hand, aiming the muzzle of the gun at Olan's chin, "You are so brave."

"Have you lived enough?" His tone was cold.

It was only when Olan saw the gun that he realized, ah, this is really Lu Yuanjiu.

He was silent for a while, put his hands back, adjusted his sitting posture, and then sighed, "What happened? I just remember that I passed out." He explained, "I thought I was dreaming just now."

Lu Yuanjiu sneered, "When I catch that Zhen Mojin, I'll know exactly what you want to do."

"He ran away?" Oran opened his eyes wide. "I really just wanted to chat with you, nothing else."

Lu Yuanjiu moved his fingers, and couldn't bear the thought of shooting anymore. The bullet flew past Olan's ear in an instant, drawing a bloodstain, as if he had finally vented his anger. He lowered his voice, "Olan , sooner or later, I will hit your forehead with this shot."

Olan smiled, "Okay, I'll wait."

Everything seemed to calm down.

But the dark tide is raging.

Kou Si's shot silenced many dissatisfied people.

But there are still some who secretly object, trying to find loopholes, wishing to put the blame for this incident on Kou Si's head, but they dare not take action.

His substitute management is not a false title. The right in hand completely represents Olig, and even his office can be entered.

Olig’s experimenters and secretary were in a panic, and more than half of the accounts were counted. The loss of the consortium this time was really heavy. Not only was the bionic man gone, the boss was kidnapped, and even many goods that were about to leave the cabin were also lost. The damage was clean.

Several partners kept calling to inquire about the situation.

Everyone's busy feet didn't touch the ground, and their heads were on fire.

Olan, who had been in a coma for a day and only found out the news, didn't react too much. When his father was taken away, he accepted it calmly.

Honestly nestled on the top floor, the aircraft that had been tracking and monitoring disappeared, and seemed much more relaxed.

It's just that Lu Yuanjiu also left, and even threw everything in his room clean, just because he messed up his hairstyle.

Oran sighed.

As he was getting annoyed, Kou Si called him, "You fell ill that day, and it's not safe to be alone, so tomorrow, a [-]/[-] butler will come to see you and greet you well."

"I don't want it." Olan said "cut", "What do you want the housekeeper to do, I just want human clones."

Kou Si said helplessly, "This butler is much better than a clone, what's the point of playing with a dummy?"

Oran said, "I just like fakes, and I can do whatever I want."

"So, you don't want the genuine butler Lu Yuanjiu? Are you sure?" Kou Si asked.

Olan was stunned, "You mean, Lu Yuanjiu will follow me 24 hours a day?"

Kou Si said "Yes", "After much deliberation, he is the most suitable one. No one else can control you."

Oran asked hesitantly, "Will he agree?"

Kou Si said, "He proposed this matter on his own initiative. Do you think he agrees?"

Olan's legs were weak, "He, he said that he wanted to be by my side?"

Kos unceremoniously broke his illusions, "He said, guard you like a prisoner and lock you in a cage, so that you will have no chance to commit crimes." He said jokingly, "You will not be free in the future. .”

Oran grinned, "How much is free energy worth?"

When he hung up the phone, he casually asked, "My dad, do you have any news?"

Kos said, "Don't worry, it'll be fine."

All the affairs of the consortium were handed over to Kou Si.

Not only the weekly business meeting with the genetic company, but even the qualification to enter the parliament was directly given to him.

These Kousi didn't take it seriously. They obviously became an agent, but they didn't stay in the consortium much, leaving everything to others.

The idle and lazy character design did not collapse at all.

He is more concerned about the scientific research team of Unicorn. If he guessed right, Olig should have already contacted him.

The meeting must be a matter of time, once the line is established, the plan will be half completed.

The experimenter told him that Olig had indeed made an appointment with the unicorn scientific research experts a few days ago, and they should be able to arrive in Hongcheng in about five days.

The scientific research institute has been repaired.

The only usable office hadn't been cleaned for a long time and was covered in dust.

Kou Si sat on a chair, looking at the piles of anti-control agents in front of him, his face was expressionless, and his whole brain seemed to be empty.

for a long time.

Only then said slowly, "Green skin, take these, let's go to the abandoned city."

Abandoned City is the same as usual.

Like a noisy but peaceful market.

The sound of playing mahjong and yelling mixed together, and it sounded a lot louder than usual.

The bright yellow caravan was still parked in the middle, the windows and doors were open, surrounded by many children.

The paintings hanging on it have been replaced by a new batch, and the colors are much brighter than before. Some of the paints are still not dry, so they should be painted just now.

The gatekeeper was Fan Xiaoye, who was handing them drawing paper.

Kou Si directly drove the car to the center of the noise, the sound of drifting and rubbing against the ground was harsh, and the residents stopped what they were doing, watching the car parked madly opposite the caravan.

The door is open.

Kou Si stepped out, and the green skin followed behind. He was too big and squeezed out of the car door with great difficulty.

Looking at the warm and harmonious picture in front of him, Kou Si smiled.

Smile and be kind.

Fan Xiaoye stared at him, whole body on guard.

"Long time no see." Kou Si greeted politely, walked over and leaned on the window and asked, "Is the little boss back?"

Fan Xiaoye said fiercely, "Do you have something to do?"

Kou Si raised his eyebrows, "Can't you find him if you have nothing to do?"

Fan Xiaoye was very rude, "You go, this car has been handed over to me, and he will not come back."

Kou Si said softly, "Really."

"Of course," Fan Xiaoye folded his arms, "You think my brother will stay for you? Don't think too highly of yourself. He only stays in one place for three years, without exception, understand."

Kou Si said "Oh", "That's it."

The green skin followed quietly, and silently pressed the round button next to the head, and soon ten devouring robots walked in from the outside. They began to clear the field in an orderly manner, and the elderly and children politely asked to stay away. A large open space was removed.

Fan Xiaoye was confused, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Kou Si shook his head, "I don't do anything, I just want to make this place quieter."

Three rubbish-picking robots came out of the car, confused, looked left and right but still couldn't figure out the situation.

"Flat head, round head, pointed head, right?" Kos pointed at them as if trying to guess their names.

San nodded obediently, "Well, yes."

Kou Si waved his hand, and the robot behind him brought out several large boxes, "The box of Paste Number One is full of anti-control agents. Your Boss Tang has been helping you get all the things, and now they are all free for you."

Flathead stammered, "Really, really?"

Kou Si's tone was sincere, "Well, really."

There are two more boxes.

Kou Sichong said to the residents of the abandoned city who watched the excitement, "The number two contains food and supplies, and you can share them. It is the New Year's gift from the local star consortium. You are welcome. The three are filled with sugar. All kinds of flavors are no worse than what Boss Tang sells, you don’t need to paint, you can just grab and eat.”

Everyone froze in place.

Then scrambling to run over to carry the box.

Kou Si looked at Fan Xiaoye again, "I heard that you want to fight in the underground boxing arena?"

Fan Xiaoye looked at him suspiciously, "How do you know?"

The corner of Kou Si's mouth ticked, "Of course I'm investigating you." He said, "I've already sent the invitation code to your grandfather, as long as he agrees, you can go directly."

Fan Xiaoye was dumbfounded, "You gave it to my grandfather?! Are you sick?!"

His grandfather disliked him mentioning the boxing ring the most, it was just looking for a beating!

He opened the car door and ran, rushing back to explain.

There is no time to scold Kou Si.

There was only one little boy left, who kept staring at Kos without leaving.

Kou Si tilted his head and looked at him, "Why, don't you think that box of candies isn't enough?"

The little boy shook his head, "I don't want the one inside."

"Then what do you want?" Kou Si squatted in front of him with interest.

The little boy looked serious, "I want the one in the big yellow car, and I can get one after I finish painting."

Kou Si smiled and said, "You don't want to give it for nothing, you just want to paint?"

"That's my labor income, it must be sweeter than what you gave." The little boy was serious.

Kos couldn't help laughing, he stood up, took out a wad of banknotes from his wallet, and threw it in front of the boy, "What about the money, do you like it?"

The boy frowned, knelt down and picked them up one by one into his pocket.

"This is fine too."

So cute.

Kou Si smiled and watched him leave.

Sitting on the steps of the car door, Kou Si took out a candy and put it in his mouth.

Still so sweet.

Mianyang Popsicle Popsicle was named by Tang Que. Kou Si read it and said, "Humph", "It's really ugly."

He looked at the green skin, his voice was a little tired, "You said, do robots have feelings?"

The green-skinned machine pitched several tunes higher, "Of course I have it, and I have it. I regard you as a reborn parent, and you are my father. When you are old, I will give you a pension and let you enjoy your old age in peace."

Kou Si smiled lightly, "It seems that it is right to install a mechanical exquisite heart for you, you are quite good at talking."

The green skin scratched his head, "Sincerely, I am very sincere."

The surrounding air seemed to be quiet.

The sky turned pale yellow.

Like a half-burned sunset.

The green skin squatted awkwardly beside him, its huge body shrunk aggrievedly.

"Brother Kou, do you want to take this car away?"

Kou Si opened his eyes, "Don't take it away."

"Then..." the green skin stopped.

Kou Si stood up, lit a cigarette, "Smash it."