Blame him for being too pretty

With the help of anonymous well-wishers, Song Yuhe finally didn't have to run orders more than a dozen times a day, and began to prepare to buy parts for the mechanical competition.

Lu Jing, who can be idle and never find work for himself, came to help Song Yuhe purchase parts on a rare occasion.

Lu Jing took him to the headquarters that sells bionics in Fu'enli to pick out parts. The store manager has changed. Seeing that Lu Jing was very enthusiastic, he led him to work for a day, and finally finished picking out the parts that Song Yuhe needed. .

Song Yuhe's way of assembling the bionic man was very wild. He picked out a lot of parts that he didn't need at all, and bought a few small daylighters.

Lu Jing lazily followed Song Yuhe, saw him fondly playing with the lighting device, and said, "Yuhe, do you really want to be a bionic human with the ability to act autonomously?"

"Yes." Song Yuhe sat in a pile of parts and replied casually, "I have analyzed the program of 57, and it can be used after changing it."

Lu Jing felt that he was already a genius enough, but he still couldn't understand Song Yuhe's brain circuit: "Cub, do you understand? The bionic human is just a machine, it can't produce consciousness."

Song Yuhe corrected him: "He!"

Lu Jing was helpless: "Okay, he, he, he."

Song Yuhe said, "Can't I implant the program in him?"

"Ah, this..." Lu Jing tried to make him understand, "But this is contradictory. You have implanted a program in him, and it is the program that makes him move, not himself."

Song Yuhe frowned and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't understand why Lu Jing wanted to argue with him: "Is it enough if my program can be used?"

Lu Jing: "Ah, ah, ah..."

He didn't know what to say.

Song Yuhe was stubborn, so he didn't care what Lu Jing said, he sorted the parts into categories, and started to play with the light collector again.

Sunshine matched him very well, but a ray of light on his face could show the effect of a soft light filter. Lu Jing lost his temper after watching it, so he had to say: "The physical examination next week, the competition will start next week. , can you finish it?"

Song Yuhe: "It must be possible."

After fiddling with the daylighting device, Song Yuhe began to pinch his face with flowing silver wearing protective gloves.

Ordinary people like Lu Jing couldn't see through Song Yuhe's operation anymore, so he humbly asked for leave: "Why did you pinch your face first? Does Master Song have any secrets?"

Master Song said truthfully: "There is no secret, I just want to pinch 57's exact face first, I haven't seen him for a long time."

Lu Jing: "..."

Song Yuhe's speed was very fast, and he used Liuyin to pinch out an outline in two or three strokes, but he was about to refine it, but his movements stopped.

Lu Jing asked, "What's wrong?"

"I seem to..." Song Yuhe frowned, "I don't remember what 57 looks like."

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows: "How long has he been unable to transform into a human form?"

Song Yuhe whispered: "It's been a long time."

He had no choice but to try to pinch the face according to the appearance in his memory. Finally, with the help of 57 who couldn't see past, he finally pinched the face.

"Hey." Lu Jing raised his eyebrows, "This face is pretty pretty."

Even if you just use Liuyin to create a prototype, you can see that the bionic person looks handsome at first.

Song Yuhe was happy when he heard someone praise 57. He took paper and drew the appearance of the bionic man, planning to order facial parts tomorrow.

After a busy day, Song Yuhe was still in good spirits, jogging all the way home, still reminiscing about the past with 57.

Song Yuhe: "You still have a scar on your face. I didn't draw it for you. Doesn't it look better this way?"

57 didn't speak.

Song Yuhe: "What's the matter with you? You haven't talked to me all day today."

57 hesitated for a while before saying, "Yuhe, shouldn't we come out of Mofenfen?"

Song Yuhe paused.

The camphor road in the villa area is lush and verdant, as if you are in a forest. The street lamps come down from the top of your head, casting two shadows on Song Yuhe's slender body.

He asked suspiciously, "Why shouldn't you come out?"

57 asked him back: "Is there anything wrong with Mo Fenfen?"

Song Yuhe thought for a while and said, "There's nothing wrong with it."

57 earnestly and kindly: "No one dares to bully us there now. There is food and shelter, and I will always be by your side. How wonderful, why do you want to leave?"

Song Yuhe stared at his own shadow and fell into confusion: "But... Fu Enli is also very good, Mr. You, Teacher, Sister Huacai, they are all very good to me."

"But there are also bad people, Lu Gaocheng, and the store manager, there are so many people here, maybe you will meet even worse people to bully you."

Song Yuhe said quietly: "Are you referring to Song Guanxing? He is indeed very bad, and he always bullies me."

57:"……"

Hearing this, he didn't want to go back, so 57 had no choice but to shut up.

Only then did Song Yuhe start running forward, his thin figure passed through the light from a road lamp, and the shadows intertwined.

In the villa, Bo Qiao had just finished making dinner when a message popped out from his brain.

[Special Assistant Ming: Mr. Bo, you have some clues to what you wanted to investigate earlier, but it's a little strange. 】

Bo Qiao's eyes froze for a moment, and he sat on the chair and opened the attachment sent from Guang's brain.

The holographic video was turned on, and the translucent data formed the figure of Special Assistant Ming. He nodded slightly: "Mr. Bo."

Bo Qiao: "Sit down and talk."

Assistant Ming was not polite to her, and sat on a chair.

Bo Qiao asked while reading the news report in the attachment, "What's so strange?"

Assistant Ming Te sneaked a look at another pair of bowls and chopsticks on the dining table, and was taken aback, thinking that the boss of his mother who was solo until now lived with someone? !

My heart is full of gossip, but Ming Tezhu's face is still serious and businesslike.

"The child and the bionic man fell into space from the flying boat. This is a certain death, but there were only news reports back then, and the child's life and ID were not exposed. I heard that even the DNAID was not canceled."

Bo Qiao frowned: "The DNAID hasn't been canceled yet? Then the Star Police Station..."

"Well, there is nothing unusual." Assistant Ming said, "I thought the airline would have some clues, so I asked someone to check, but nothing was found. There is no data on all the passengers on the flight that year."

Bo Qiao looked at the pile of documents and fell into deep thought.

Assistant Ming asked tentatively, "Mr. Bo, is there something wrong with that child?"

Otherwise, why would you check something ten years ago for no reason?

Bo Qiao looked at the last page recorded from the flying boat to the last scene where the bionic human capsule was blown up into space, and after a long silence, he said softly: "Back then, I was on the flying boat."

Assistant Ming was taken aback, and took a breath uncontrollably.

"you……"

Suddenly, Ming Tezhu recalled that the first thing that 20-year-old Bo Qiao did after taking over Pucun was to set up a research team to study Hera syndrome to study targeted drugs.

And the perpetrator on NF65484A back then was the criminal motive of Hera Syndrome to retaliate against society.

Assistant Ming seemed to understand something.

"I see." Assistant Ming said, "I will continue to investigate this matter for you."

Bo Qiao nodded: "Thank you."

At this time, the door was suddenly opened, and Song Yuhe jumped in holding a dog's tail grass, and shouted while changing his shoes: "Sir, can I buy some rose gardens? I just saw that others were planting things in the yard." .”

Ming Tezhu seamlessly switched from the state of capable elite to the state of gossip in a second, adjusted his glasses, and stared straight at the young man who was able to come and go freely in the boss's house.

Bo Qiao has a cold personality—in the eyes of others—even Special Assistant Ming has never seen him have any interaction with anyone other than family and work, let alone bring someone home to live with.

Ming Te helped gossip about his boss's flames, and quickly found a few special files that needed to be processed by Bao Qiao, intending to delay the holographic video to see who this boy really is.

Hearing that flowers were going to be planted in Boqiao's yard, and the roses with ambiguous meanings were planted, Ming Tezhu almost jumped up from his chair.

Alas.

There is a situation.

After Song Yuhe changed into his slippers, he was about to discuss with Bo Qiao about planting roses when he suddenly caught sight of a stranger sitting across from Bo Qiao.

He was startled, thinking that he was causing trouble to Bo Qiao, and immediately ran into the room with his slippers on: "Sorry for disturbing you."

Before Bao Qiao could react, Song Yuhe rushed all the way into the room without making a sound.

Bo Qiao rubbed between his brows with a headache, and said, "Is there anything else?"

Assistant Ming sent him the prepared documents, and finally held back for a long time, but still couldn't hold back, and whispered, "Who is that person?"

Bo Qiao didn't hide it from him: "It may be the child NF65484A, the evidence is not enough."

Assistant Ming was frightened: "But didn't the child fall into space, and there is no rescue capsule, how did he survive?"

"I don't know." Bo Qiao said, "Go ahead and check, let me know if you have any news."

Special assistant Ming finally knew why Bo Qiao insisted on investigating what happened ten years ago. If that boy was really a child ten years ago, he might shock the entire interstellar world.

Back then, the flying boat NF65484A was a flight that could only be taken by wealthy and powerful families. If the identity of the child was confirmed...

Assistant Ming didn't dare to think too much, nodded hurriedly, without delaying the time, hung up the communication at the speed of light, and continued to work.

There was no sound in the living room, so Song Yuhe quietly opened the door and poked his head out, whispering, "Sir, are you ready?"

Bo Qiao waved to him: "Okay, come and eat."

Song Yuhe breathed a sigh of relief, washed his hands and ran over to eat.

"What did you just say? Planting roses?" Seeing him eating quietly, Bo Qiao took the initiative to talk to him.

For some reason, Bo Qiao became more and more unable to speak harshly to Song Yuhe.

If Song Yuhe was really that child back then, how much hardship would he have suffered all these years living alone on a remote planet?

Song Yuhe took a mouthful of rice, swallowed it, and nodded obediently: "Well, I plant a beautiful rose."

Bo Qiao's voice subconsciously softened: "Like roses?"

"Yeah!" Song Yuhe said, "I really like it."

Bo Qiao thought to himself, no wonder he was able to rely on him so much just because he gave him roses.

"Okay." Bo Qiao said, "If you want to plant it, plant it."

Song Yuhe smiled until his eyes rolled up: "Thank you sir, you are really a good person."

Bo Qiao's ears turned red from his blunt words, she coughed dryly and continued to eat.

Song Yuhe ate with a smile on his face, still showing off to 57: "Look, my husband will let me plant flowers, but Mo Fenfen doesn't have roses."

57 was so angry that he wanted to roll his eyes: "On that barren land, can you grow a rose if you give it?"

Song Yuhe was not as knowledgeable as he was, and ate happily.

After finishing the meal and packing up the things, Bo Qiao said, "What kind of rose do you plan to plant? Do you have any photos? Let me see."

Song Yuhe took out the optical brain and showed him the photos he took just now.

It's just that he swiped his head when swiping the photo, and just stopped on the portrait of Liuyin stabilizer.

Bo Qiao saw it with sharp eyes, was slightly taken aback, and then looked at Song Yuhe in astonishment.

Song Yuhe was taken aback when he saw this, and hastily swiped across the photo, looking at him timidly, lest Bao Qiao would scold him.

Among the three chapters of the agreement between Bo Qiao and him is that they are not allowed to bring the bionic person back. Song Yuhe also included the face of the bionic person, wishing he could just put the photo in his mouth and swallow it, so as not to cause trouble for Bao Qiao.

Bo Qiao hurriedly said, "It's okay, can I have a look at that painting?"

Seeing that Bo Qiao wasn't angry, Song Yuhe felt relieved, swiped the photo over and handed it over.

Bo Qiao took it over and asked him, "Is this your bionic face?"

"Ah."

Bo Qiao recalled the ghostly talisman-like portrait when Song Yuhe painted 57, and wanted to question it, but after thinking about Song Yuhe's terrible learning ability, he didn't ask too much.

"Here." Bo Qiao pointed to the left face of the portrait, "Is there a scar?"

Song Yuhe looked at him in surprise: "How does sir know?"

Bo Qiao's heart suddenly started beating violently.

confirmed.

Song Yuhe's bionic man is the same as Bao Qiao's bionic man who fell down with the bionic human cabin back then.

Song Yuhe didn't understand what this meant, but Bo Qiao's heart was beating like a drum, and even the fingers that held the light brain were trembling.

That child...

It's not really dead.

Bo Qiao took a deep breath and turned on the special assistant's communication number.

[Bo Sanqiao: Find a way to buy the airline, I want to know the full list of passengers on NF65484A that year as soon as possible. 】

Assistant Ming: "????"