"First, I need to confirm something," Lin Sanjiu said softly.
Lin Sanjiu said softly as she looked at the crooked entrance of the reception room from the corner of her eyes. "That old lady is indeed an unevolved human, right?"
Bohemia nodded, "Yes, I am. I am very sensitive about this."
After all, in the Twelve Worlds Centrum, if Lin Sanjiu could make a mistake about this, she wouldn't have lived to this day.
Even though there might be Special Items or abilities that could allow posthumans to disguise themselves as ordinary people, the probability of such a situation happening in a random house while they were hiding from the rain was too low.
Lin Sanjiu gestured with her chin toward the door, "Go to the door and see where the old lady is. I want to turn on the TV again."
"What are you looking at?" Bohemia asked softly as she approached the door silently.
"I think there's something wrong with that image."
Lin Sanjiu turned on the TV again. This time, she did not forget to adjust the volume to the lowest setting. Sure enough, the screen was still showing the emergency news about a psychopath who had been disturbed and was on the run from the asylum. If Lin Sanjiu counted from the moment the posthumans left, the news had been playing for at least twenty minutes.
She stared at the screen and frowned slowly.
These weren't two head-on shots. They were 360 ° images taken using the surround technology. Lin Sanjiu had switched off the TV too quickly, so when she turned it back on, she realized that she and Bohemia were like two actors who had been filmed from head to toe. They were moving around in circles on the news, and the small hall of the asylum was in the background. Anyone who saw the news would know what the hair on their heads looked like.
"But … How is this possible?"
Lightning flashed through the dark room from time to time, and the faces of the two people on the screen were reflected white time and time again. Outside the window, the rain seemed to be getting heavier. The rustling noise in the parlor had drowned out the noise in the parlor. When Lin Sanjiu heard a clanking sound coming from the corridor, she immediately raised her head.
"What's that sound?"
Bohemia, who was standing at the door, squeezed herself against the soft and elastic door frame. She peeked into the room and whispered, "There's a kitchen at the end of the corridor. She seems to be checking if the pot is ready." Lin Sanjiu's heart skipped a beat.
Lin Sanjiu's heart skipped a beat. Bohemia happened to look at her at the same time. In the gloomy parlor, Lin Sanjiu couldn't see Bohemia's facial features clearly. Only her big eyes glinted, "The Edible Truth! Does it have something to do with this? "
"I don't know."
"You must have something." Bohemia was immediately filled with confidence. "Let's wait for her to come back and see what she has brought this time." Bohemia looked around with great interest.
"Come here," Lin Sanjiu suddenly called out to her as she looked at the screen. Bohemia, who was waiting to test her theory, was reluctant to move. Like a badly trained dog, she was called two or three times before she finally approached the TV.
"What?"
The moment she asked that question, she was shocked by Lin Sanjiu. Lin Sanjiu crouched down and picked up the corner of her skirt. She held her ankle and examined it for a while before putting the corner of her skirt back to where it was.
Lin Sanjiu squatted down and picked up the edge of her skirt. She held her ankle and examined it for a few seconds before putting it back.
"There is indeed a silver bell on your right ankle," Lin Sanjiu muttered.
"You don't have a brain on the left side of your skull. What are you trying to say?"
"Look," Lin Sanjiu wasn't angry. She pointed at the screen, "This is the reason why I know about the bell on your ankle."
In the news, the Bohemia who had been slowly spinning in circles did have the same silver bell on her foot. The length of her skirt was deliberately shorter than in real life, so it was just enough to reveal the bell.
"I've been with you for a long time, but I didn't notice it." When Lin Sanjiu said that, she heard some noises coming from the kitchen at the end of the corridor. It sounded like the old lady was about to come out. She quickly switched off the TV and pulled Bohemia back to her seat. She whispered to Bohemia, "We have only been at the entrance and exit for less than ten minutes. How could the surveillance camera record such a small detail?"
Bohemia thought for a moment. Sure enough, the unhurried footsteps in the corridor were heading toward the parlor. She could even hear the sound of pots and pans clinking against each other from time to time. She leaned closer and asked hesitantly, "Camera?"
"She doesn't know? Oh, right. The Twelve Worlds Centrum seems to have other names for many things. "
Lin Sanjiu shuddered when the thought crossed her mind. She suddenly understood why she found it strange. Just when she was about to delve deeper into the matter, the old lady's shadow appeared in the parlor. Lin Sanjiu and Lin Sanjiu immediately put their guards up.
The old lady was holding an old, faded booklet under her arm. She was holding a small cooking pot and placed it on the coffee table. She moved swiftly and quickly took away the refreshments and placed some snacks and cutlery on the table. She did not say anything when she saw that the refreshments were not touched.
"Come, look for the address on the booklet. I'll share some stewed meat with you."
Lin Sanjiu took the booklet. Sure enough, she could not understand a single word. In such a heavy rainstorm, the old parlor was soaked in moisture, and the furniture gave off an old smell that was soaked in all kinds of smells over the years. It was thick, sticky, and coupled with the aroma of stewed meat, it made people want to cover their noses.
The old lady seemed to only care about eating to her heart's content. She did not care about the food in their hands. As Bohemia ate, she sank into her memories. "The first time I invited him to my house for dinner, my mom made a pot of stewed meat like this. He used to laugh at me. He said that mushroom and meat tasted exactly the same, so he refused to change the side dish. But, he ate a lot every time. "
"There are almost no young people nowadays who are willing to find a partner, get married, and start a family. In the past, having a child is one of the most important things to us. Young people don't care about that anymore. After all, everything is simple and easy now. Can't you find the junkyard? I'll show you when I'm done eating. Oh, I even grilled a lasagna. It will be ready soon. "
The small parlor was shrouded in the rumbling rain. It was so gloomy that not a single ray of light could be seen. The old lady was very familiar with the position of every piece of furniture in the parlor. Even without the light, she could eat with relish. The two of them sat quietly on the sofa and looked at the two figures in front of them.
"He doesn't like it, but I like it very much." The old lady was completely immersed in the food and her memories. Almost every piece of food she ate was related to a part of her past. Even in the darkness, they could see a smile on her face. When the lightning struck, the smile on her face seemed to be in a trance. It was as if the existence of the two people in front of her was no longer important.
"When I was young, my mom always gave me fried white strips. I don't know what it is actually called, and neither does she. When she was young, my grandmother made it for her, and my grandmother learned it from my great-grandmother. The recipe for this snack was passed down from generation to generation until it reached me. I often think that if my children didn't die on the battlefield, they would also make fried white strips for my grandchildren. "
The old lady's voice became gloomy. She put the indistinct food back on the plate and stared at the door in a daze. The parlor was plunged into silence. The only sounds that could be heard were the endless rain and the faint rumbling of thunder outside the window.
The old lady was just an ordinary person. She didn't have the ability to capture or harm them, and she couldn't even notify the police. Of course, she didn't seem to want to notify the police.
"What is she going to do?"
"Is she suffering from Alzheimer's disease?" Bohemia asked angrily.
Lin Sanjiu looked at the figure in front of her and thought for a moment. When she opened her mouth again, she said something that had nothing to do with the old lady in front of her, "There are at least twenty to thirty narrow doors at the bottom of the building, right?"
"Yes."
"That's interesting," Lin Sanjiu said.
The old lady's hearing was not good due to her old age. She didn't hear their conversation through the continuous and loud sound of the rain. She was still immersed in her memories. Bohemia looked at Lin Sanjiu and asked softly, "What's interesting? Don't finish your sentence. "
"You are the one who reminded me about this … The cameras I mentioned are what you call 'recording eyes'." Lin Sanjiu paused for a moment. She suppressed her shuddering and moved closer to Bohemia's ear. "Now, think about it. There are no cameras in and out of the building. There is not a single one. "
There were twenty to thirty narrow doors lined up side by side. If Lin Sanjiu wanted to monitor every single door, she would need at least an equal number of cameras. However, even if Lin Sanjiu didn't pull out the image in her subconscious, she could clearly remember that there was nothing near the door. There was not even an eye, a scratch, or a notice.
What about after they entered the parlor?
The entire ceiling was used for lighting. If there was a camera in any part of the parlor, the ceiling would suddenly become dark. Even if there was a camera in the corner or in the seam between the ceiling and the wall, Lin Sanjiu couldn't recall seeing any surveillance equipment. More importantly, what kind of surveillance equipment could record their 360 ° images from all angles?
The reason was simple. As long as there was no surveillance equipment flying around you, any camera could only "see" what it could "see". This was also the reason why there was a "blind spot". However, if there was no surveillance equipment, what could record the situation?
"That's right. There are no recording eyes in the parlor," Bohemia mumbled. "Actually, even if we don't wear masks, they shouldn't know what we look like …" Bohemia murmured.
They removed the balaclavas to avoid arousing suspicion after the posthuman police arrived and the hostages ran away. If the posthuman police remembered their faces, how could they know what kind of bells they were wearing on their ankles?
A strange thought surfaced in Lin Sanjiu's mind, but it aroused even more doubts. While Lin Sanjiu bit her lip and was lost in her thoughts, the old lady opposite her suddenly let out a long sigh. Then, she started to move again.
"My whole life, I like to eat good food. I like to try new things." Her voice was a little hoarse as if she was exhausted by the surging emotions. The old lady wiped the corners of her eyes and put away the plates in front of her. "Now that I'm old and I'm about to leave, I can't help but reminisce about the food I ate with him in the past … I'm old and talkative. Sorry to keep you waiting."
"What did you wait for?"
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