Jean Of Bright City 13

"What do you want to do when you grow up?"

A woman smiled gently and was ironing some clothes in the room. In the small and somewhat chaotic space, a white-haired boy stared at the image data of human landing on the moon intently.

"I want to be an astronaut mother!"

"Very well, being an astronaut, my son is really ambitious!"

In a daze, the white head came back to his senses, watching the news broadcast on the old TV on the street, and the white head recalled what he had thought of when he was a child, but in such a city, such a place, that tiny dream is fast Will be swallowed by reality.

Many people are talking about the various feats that NAS has announced to the world in the past, and everything it has done after the world's environment has deteriorated.

As well as what NAS has discovered now, Baitou stood quietly on a pole on the side of the street, listening carefully to the news.

A huge plan is about to start. NAS directly released recruitment information to scientific researchers all over the world, hoping to gather the world's top scientists to carry out the next huge asteroid landing plan.

"What am I doing?"

Baitou smiled, took out his pocket, and found that the cigarette was gone, he touched the other pockets again, smiled helplessly and looked at the medicine on hand. The last 100 yuan has been given to the pharmacy, don’t say it now I bought a cigarette and didn't even have my own dinner.

"I can only go to Lao Li for a meal."

Baitou smiled and walked away. Sooner or later, everything here will be over. Everything is dilapidated everywhere, and the people in power seem to have given up everything here, and no one intends to clean up this mess.

In the eyes of Baitou, the current world has rotten too much. Developed countries are doing everything they can to keep their country’s coastline. Wars are raging all over the world, and business people are still living at ease. Especially those merchants who were involved in the war.

The only people who suffer are those who are poor, or that everyone was born into a poor class. No one is willing to do anything for all of this, because everyone cannot protect themselves.

The reason why it can continue here is because everyone needs such a black zone to release depressed emotions.

Baitou walked to the front of a dilapidated apartment building. A large group of children were playing in the mud. After Baitou walked over, a few younger children leaned over. Baitou turned out of his pocket, and then shook it with a helpless smile. Shook his head.

Several residents greeted him. Baitou walked up the cracked stairs and returned to his cabin. The interior was very clean, but the furnishings were also very monotonous. Baitou pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the house. , Lying on the bed tired.

Can't do anything, can't do anything, this feeling is terrible, there was a coughing sound next door, the white head stood up, touched his pocket, opened the door with a helpless smile, and walked to the side. Large separate apartment.

This is a place where an old man lives. He has a good life. I heard that he used to be a scientist, but in Baitou’s opinion, he should be the kind of scientist who has no particularly good research results. After all, if there is really good Research results will not come to such a place.

Dong dong dong

The white head knocked on the door, and a gray-haired, rickety old man opened the door, he was still coughing while covering his mouth.

"What can I do, sir!"

The old man took Baitou's hand and pulled him into the room. The apartment with a large space was filled with a lot of books everywhere, and the only place to stand was a small area of ​​the kitchen and living room.

Baitou usually earns a little extra money by running errands for this old man.

"You have no money!"

The old man said with a smile, and the white head nodded.

"Think of me without money? After all these things, you can copy a copy for me."

The old man talked and took out a note that looked a little messy. Although these things were unintelligible, he copied them very seriously every time. The way he took some notes made the old man very agreeable.

Baitou found a place where he could stand, and began to read his notes carefully.

"Why is it so troublesome every time? Just use the computer directly."

"If you take something unreliable, it's safer to write by hand, then don't talk nonsense and copy it quickly."

Baitou began to copy it carefully. After reading the order of the notes, he listed the messy fonts and some things that seemed to be formulas in detail.

The old man nodded in satisfaction, then took out 100 yuan and put it on the table, and brought another ashtray over.

"I said white head, haven't you thought of learning something? You are obviously very smart."

"What's the use of learning?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Baitou asked rhetorically, and Baitou smiled helplessly.

"You are only in your 20s, and you are still growing in the years to come. What are you going to do? Have you considered the future?"

"This round is not up to you, but have you had any great research results before?"

The old man smiled.

"I sold one of the particle collision technologies to NDS, so I can now be considered as having no worries."

The white head looked at the old man in surprise.

"Really, you should live in a villa, drive a luxury car, and have a robot butler."

The old man laughed loudly and shook his head.

"I still like this kind of monotonous life. By the way, I wrote some books recently. You can copy them for me when the time comes, and I will pay you."

The old man said and put a lot of manuscripts in front of Baitou.

"World Destroyer?"

Baitou laughed and looked at the pile of manuscripts with interest. It seemed like the same thing, but he didn't have the time to read these things and just copied them.

"I will go out in a few days, so I ask you to take care of my house, 100 yuan a day."

"So cost-effective? Old man, where are you going?"

The old man said with a smile.

"Go to the World Science Conference."

Speaking, the old man took out an exquisite invitation letter, casually glanced at the old man with a slightly surprised look at the old man, a very respectful invitation.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have come to such a place to suffer."

The old man glanced at his head.

"Would you like to follow me? You can be my bodyguard."

Baitou immediately shook his head and refused. The old man coughed, and he looked at the invitation letter with some worry.

"This world will come to an end one day."

Baitou didn't listen to the old man's muttering. He would say these things from time to time. Baitou felt that the old man was just worrying about it.

"Really not going with me?"

Baitou still shook his head.

"Should I give you 500 yuan a day?"

"Yes, I will be your bodyguard!"