Right on Target - Chapter 182

Those snowflakes fell in the eyes, a little cold. Seeing Xie Zhenshu go away, Su Heting couldn’t help running, trying to catch up with the officer, but no matter how he ran, the shadows of the two were getting farther and farther away.

“Wait,” Su Heting shouted while panting, “Thank you for the pillow book!”

This sound disrupted the memory, turning Xue Ye into countless shining fragments. The fragments flew across Su Heting’s body like shooting stars, he grabbed a few, but they melted.

“Wake up!”

Someone shook Su Heting’s body, shaking him out of the vortex of consciousness. He suddenly opened his eyes, and moved his eyes from the virtual roof to the front.

“You guys have been connected for too long,” the hermit rumpled his hair, pointed at Su Heting, and said loudly, “What are you doing, you are full of tears!”

Su Heting said: “What am I—”

He touched his face in a daze, and found that his face was really wet. His consciousness was still spinning, feeling dizzy and in a trance. Facing the hermit’s question, he couldn’t answer for a while.

The hermit said: “Forget it! Wake Brother Xie up, let’s run!”

Su Heting said: “Huh?”

The hermit lifted up his robe, tucked it around his waist a few times, and then picked up the small bubble that was still circling on his back, and said, “Hey, your connection is like exploring a different world, and you can’t hear any movement? There are all flying machines outside. We are surrounded!”

As if to confirm his words, the glass at the corner of the stairs shattered with a “bang”. Little Bubble, certified as a housekeeping robot, let out an “oops”, raised two pincers, and issued a warning: “We are surrounded! We are surrounded!”

Xie Zhenshu leaned forward, not waking up yet. Su Heting pulled out his tail, held the officer’s face in his hands, and shouted: “Thank you for the pillow book, thank you for the pillow book!”

The cross star shook, and the officer finally opened his eyes.

Su Heting said, “Let’s go.”

The hermit said: “Go and find Mom!”

Su Heting said: “Go elope!”

The hermit was about to run away, but when he heard this, his mouth was wide open, his eyes lingered between them for a few seconds, and he pointed at himself suddenly: “What about me? You eloped, what should I do? It’s dangerous outside, I can’t live without you what!”

Just as he was talking, gunshots came from outside the house. After the gunshots, the aircraft shouted: “Su Heting, is Su Heting there? I am a monk, listen to me, now put down your weapons and come out…”

Xie Zhenshu sat up suddenly, as if waking up from a dream. He held Su Heting tightly with one hand, turned off the console with the other, and said, “There are so many people, this family can’t be kept anymore, let’s get rid of all the data.”

Little Bubble showed a “v” expression, and responded happily: “The third-level defense has been activated, data is being transferred, and the home system is going to be shut down.”

Its head hangs lower and lower, the lights in the room are turned off one by one, all the light screens disappear, and even the cooking machine in the kitchen returns to its place automatically. Two seconds later, the console descended on the spot and sank slowly into the ground.

The hermit became excited: “There is a secret way!”

Xie Zhenshu said: “Garage.”

Hermit suddenly felt lost, and without waiting for him to talk nonsense, Su Heting kicked him first and sent him down, followed by the two of them.

The underground garage is huge, with dozens of cars parked, even an old-world D300. The hermit is confused here, and everyone wants to sit. Su Heting saw a familiar sports car, the whole body was pitch-black, it was the one Xie Zhenshu drove when he went to pick him up at the trade fair.

Su Heting said: “Did you pick it up?”

Xie Zhenshu opened the car door and said, “Well, I didn’t lose it.”

The car crashed through a fence and landed in a virtual rose garden, their first reunion in the new world. The car was broken, but Xie Zhenshu thought it was very meaningful, so he picked it up and rebuilt it again.

The officer said: “Please sit down.”

He looked at Su Heting, his appearance overlapped with that on the southern line. If not for memory, his pain would be hidden in the night. But no matter how tortuous the process was, when he appeared in front of Su Heting, the wind and snow became extremely distant.

The hermit said, “I’m sitting down!”

He wisely got into the back seat, lay down on his side with Little Bubbles in his arms, and said, “Brother Xie, close the door for me.”

Su Heting fastened his seat belt and said, “Are you going to sleep on the way?”

The hermit said, “It’s just a life-saving trick, stray bullets won’t hit me like this, I—”

His voice fell, Xie Zhenshu had already kicked the gas pedal and went out. The sports car drove up to the rising curtain, and the siren blared outside.

The monk shouted dryly, holding up the megaphone: “Su Heting, did you hear that? Come out and meet me, let’s find a way together…”

The roar of the aircraft in the distance shook the sky, and the swirling wind almost blew the monk over. He didn’t hold the loudspeaker firmly, so he pressed the communicator next to his ear and asked, “What’s going on, didn’t you say that we are responsible for the arrest tonight? Whose aircraft is that?”

The eldest sister in the intercom just hung up the phone over there and said, “Isn’t that obvious? Such a big mark.”

The aircraft passed over the city, and there was a waving flag in the gorgeous lights, with a simple word printed on it: Wei.

The monk thumped the wall next to him and said loudly, “Why did that **** Wei Da come here?!”