Chapter 86
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Luo Shuqing didn't say much about her husband's stubbornness. She just sneered: "Is this something that can't be thrown away? Your arrogant and willful daughter! "
In any case, Luo Nan was able to temporarily leave the battlefield thanks to his uncle's diversion of fire. He went upstairs to change his clothes and wash up.
Who knew that there would be many things to do this morning. He had just finished showering and changed his clothes when a message came from the HexaEar. It was from an unfamiliar number. Luo Nan thought for a bit and chose to answer. He was just about to ask when the other side spoke:
"Fuck you!"
Luo Nan was stunned for a moment. Which psycho? The Society had this kind of person? Then the voice on the other side clearly lost control and shouted:
"Go hide in that mechanical woman's crotch. I'll show you guys sooner or later!"
This person sounded like he was drunk. His words weren't very clear and they were all filled with profanities. A long string of curses was spilled in less than half a minute.
Luo Nan finally reacted at this time. Mechanical woman … … Was this referring to He Yueyin? Then it was related to the operation on the 28th.
He quickly made a guess when he saw the other side's vile attitude. He looked at the avatar and sure enough:
"Black Beetle?"
Wasn't this fellow the one who couldn't take He Yueyin's criticism that night and left the team halfway? He and the unlucky Black Wolf were given zero points in the Society's evaluation report.
Now it seemed that this person's personality was vile enough … … There really were all sorts of people in the Society.
Even Buddha would get angry after being showered in the face with profanities, let alone Luo Nan.
He frowned and replied: "A blatant threat with an intense attitude. Can I assume that you're being controlled by the Human-Faced Arachnid? "
The other side was suddenly stifled by this accusation. Then he gritted his teeth and said: "Kid, don't think that being a psychic is amazing. Let's play slowly in the future!"
Luo Nan responded coldly: "I'll keep you company anytime!"
The two sides hung up and Luo Nan discovered that he had spat out a mouthful of saliva due to his impulsiveness. He patted his cheeks lightly and stuck his head out from the staircase. It was very quiet downstairs. The husband and wife were still looking at each other. It seemed that his aunt's anger had yet to dissipate.
He let out a breath of relief and walked down the stairs.
Uncle and Aunt turned their faces in unison when they saw Luo Nan come down. Uncle indicated for Luo Nan to sit down: "Come, eat. The millet porridge is nice to drink while it's hot."
Mo Haihang had been working in the government for many years. Although he was not tall, he had a serious expression and was usually taciturn. He did not look friendly.
But in fact, at home, he was the standard 'cook'. As long as they were at home, he would take care of all three meals from morning till night.
It wasn't that he was henpecked or anything like that. It was just that his aunt's culinary skills had been the same for decades. He really didn't dare to compliment her.
As for her two children, Mo Ya had perfectly inherited her aunt's powerful talent and unparalleled culinary skills. Although she dared to cook, no one dared to eat it.
There was also Mo Peng, Luo Nan's older cousin of the same age. It wasn't even 10 o 'clock on a weekend morning. How was it possible for him to get up? The family ate breakfast together, and they didn't even bother to call him.
It was probably because of Mo Ya's extremely serious behavior of running away from home that the atmosphere at the dining table had been low for a long time. Uncle had seen this kind of situation many times, so he calmly ate his porridge and watched the news.
Luo Nan wasn't in a good mood to talk, so he just kept his head down and ate. His appetite was there. Plain porridge and side dishes were certainly not enough to satisfy him. Uncle had considered this point when he cooked. Beef was paired with nutritional supplements, and he was guaranteed to eat until he was full.
It was reasonable to say that this was a very normal breakfast for the Mo Family, even though it had been a month since the incident. But Luo Nan felt a bit strange today.
It was because his mental senses were spread out at all times. Even if he lowered his head, he could still see his aunt and uncle exchanging glances. It seemed to be a bit too frequent.
Was it like this in the past? Or was his mental state too sensitive today?
Seeing that he was more or less done eating, his aunt suddenly opened her mouth: "You, Luo Nan."
"Aunt?"
"Nothing going on today right?"
"Uh, nothing … …"
"Then let's go to Anhai together. Let's go see your grandfather."
Luo Nan was clearly stunned. Then he responded with a resounding voice: "Okay!"
But he was a bit worried in the blink of an eye: "Grandpa's condition isn't good again?"
"No, don't make blind guesses!" Aunt tapped her chin. "Go. You clean up today!"
Luo Nan had no objections.
Anhai Medical Center was a very famous sanatorium for mental illnesses in Xia City. It was located in the outskirts of Xia City, nearly 200 kilometers away from the main city district. It was approximately an hour's drive.
Every time the family went on an outing, the front passenger seat was a golden treasure trove. No one wanted to receive his aunt's advice in the rear compartment. This time Luo Nan seized the seat before the sleepy Mo Peng could. He let out a sigh of relief when he got in the car.
An hour's drive could be said to be long, but it could be said to be short.
From Mo Peng's perspective, it was clearly very long. But Luo Nan had a lot of things to do to pass the time.
He opened his portable notebook and looked at the interface of the flexible e-ink screen. Right now, the newly appeared visualization icon was still in the download state. Over 30 hours had passed and the progress had only reached 2%.
Well, it was all thanks to this "2". Otherwise, he would have thought that it was stuck.
Luo Nan was unable to estimate just how much information he had dug out from the body of the Human-Faced Arachnid. Or perhaps the external neuron's analysis speed was limited after it left the laboratory's abundant energy?
Luo Nan looked at the battery capacity of the flexible e-ink screen. There was still around half of it left. This was already an extraordinary consumption, but it was nothing compared to the independent power station of Gear's laboratory.
He could give it a try when he got to school tomorrow.
Luo Nan opened the drawing software and directly entered the second layer interface. A five layer structure of students, staff, technicians, clergymen, and politicians appeared.
But then he frowned. Was it a misconception? Did he feel that the interface had become "dirty"? It was inexplicably a bit dark, and it was even a bit trembling … …
Before he could take a closer look, his uncle in the driver's seat turned his head:
"You're researching the Societal Format Diagram? Oh, you switched to a flexible screen. "
This driver of his was quite idle under the autopilot mode, and his gaze was quite sharp.
Luo Nan grunted, wanting to vaguely brush it off.
But Luo Nan's uncle curled his lips: "In 79, I was forced by a certain someone to start a research project on the bureau's supercomputer. I built a format diagram model for him, using thirty years of Xia City's authority and credit data. In the end, I was punished, and I was reprimanded by your grandfather for trying to fish from a tree … … These are all things that happened before my eyes."
Luo Nan knew that the certain someone was referring to his father, Luo Zhongheng.
It seemed that Luo Nan's uncle and his father had a pretty good relationship. These past few years, Luo Nan had always been trying to correct Luo Nan's impression of his father. But it was useless to say these things. Luo Nan would never forgive a coward who used his grandfather's blood, sweat, and tears to exchange for freedom, then disappeared without a trace!
He grunted in response, not wanting to say anything.
In the back, Mo Peng saw his old man open his mouth and discovered a good opportunity to break free from his mother's low pressure domain. He slid his seat forward and forcefully inserted himself:
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