The glasses on the small table are dark silver in color, with slender hollow metal frames and smooth crystal mirrors, which look mysterious, intellectual and classic. After the light is turned on, the small silver lamps merge into a flow of light, adding a bit of charming technology
feel.
At first, Belmod also hoped that Jiang Xia would not be deceived.
But now, she stared at the pair of glasses, and the more she looked at them, the more she felt that Anonymous was very sinister: "..." It always felt like this thing seemed to be very consistent with Wu Zuo's aesthetics.
Think about Wu Zuo's usual personality. Whenever he is interested, he will go over and poke around...
"..."
There was a brief silence in the office in the consciousness space.
…
In reality, Jiang Xia's family.
Anonymous seemed to have finished chatting with a few people in the consciousness space before he calmly took time to observe Jiang Xia.
I noticed that Jiang Xia's routine was different from the other three. Soon, on the small table in Jiang Xia's bedroom, the sound of music slowly flowed from the pair of glasses that were quietly lit but no one noticed.
Jiang Xia's alertness was indeed good. The next second the movement appeared, he suddenly opened his eyes, touched his pillow, and caught two things - a swing stick, and a black-tech pen that could be used as a gun.
However, before adjusting his weapon, Jiang Xia had already caught a glimpse of the source of the movement.
His eyes fell on the pair of glasses that looked quite inoffensive and unbeatable, and he sighed, as if he was a little disappointed.
But soon, those disappointments were washed away by my interest in glasses.
Jiang Xia sat up, threw away the stick, and turned on the bedside lamp.
When the lights came on, a dark shadow passed across the room.
The cat jumped on the table, walked lightly to the glasses, and stretched out its paws to play with it as if it was very interested.
"Don't break it. Even if the purpose is unknown, it is at least worthy of being used as a work of art." Jiang Xia yawned, as if he was too lazy to get out of bed, so he waved to the cat and commanded, "Bring it here."
Vodka: "..." Actually talking to a cat and giving such detailed instructions to the cat, Wu Zuo sleeps in the lake.
However, remembering his experience when the Twin Towers were bombed last time, he remained silent for a moment: ... Wuzuo, this cat, seems to be really different from other cats. I don’t know how to tame him. He is so smart that he seems to have changed.
Species.
During the surveillance, the cat indeed understood Jiang Xia's words.
It originally wanted to open its mouth to pick up the glasses, but when its teeth were about to hit the glasses frame, it seemed to be afraid of being rejected by Jiang Xia, so it turned to lift the glasses with its tail, ran to the bed, jumped on the bedside table, and licked the glasses like a dog.
Put it in Jiang Xia's hands.
"..." Vodka thought of the bastard cat that bullied him all the way after being inadvertently brought into the car by his elder brother. Then look at the extremely well-behaved licking cat on the screen... Damn it, this cat has become a spirit.
It must have become a sperm! Why don't you put it away quietly in a sack one day and send it directly to the scientific research institute...
…
When Vodka can't grasp the key point and is thinking wildly.
In the real world.
Jiang Xia looked at the glasses at hand, looked at them for a moment, looked at the silver light flowing on them, and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "It's really beautiful."
In the consciousness space, the eyes of the three bottles of wine sank slightly. Although their starting points were different, their thoughts were very consistent.
——Anonymous knows too much. Not only does he know that Vodka is secretly chasing stars, but he also has an accurate grasp of Wu Zuo’s preferences...
However, what happened next was different from what they imagined.
Jiang Xia did not put on the pair of glasses, nor even reached out to take them.
"It fits my aesthetic very well. But it fits so well that it seems like some kind of inferior trap." As he said that, Jiang Xia picked up the cat next to him, pinched the cat's paw and tentatively pressed the lens while casually asking for advice, "
Right, cat."
Wuyun Tashixue Cat Youyou looked at his paw being used for thunder, and echoed "Meow~". I don't know if he really understood it, or if he was using a well-behaved tone to cover up his inner condemnation of his master.
At this moment, the glasses suddenly lit up, as if they had been seduced by vodka just now, and illusory images were projected on them, with several figures crossing.
In the consciousness space, although the three cadres have different abilities to recognize people, their eyesight is very good - although the distance is not close, they can still clearly see what is crossed on the lenses.
——That’s how many people there are.
Several men dressed in black and with a ferocious aura.
In fact, when they saw the figure and movements in the image, Gin and Bermod felt a movement in their hearts, and they felt vaguely familiar - they seemed to be several organizational cadres in Tokyo.
Gin recognized the images of several colleagues in the lenses, his eyes darkening: In other words, according to the judgment of Anonymous, who claims to be "all-knowing", the thing that can attract Jiang Xia to wear glasses...is a cadre of a black organization?
Gin, Belmode, vodka: "..."
...This group of people also know Wu Zuo very well.
Sure enough, the matter of "Jiangxia=Wuzuo" was not hidden from them...
…
It's pretty much what the three of them imagined.
Jiang Xia saw the silhouette of a person passing by in the mirror. After a moment of surprise, he seemed to be able to determine the identity of the person in the image from the black clothes and temperament.
His eyes dimly lit up, and he subconsciously picked up his glasses.
But before putting it on, Jiang Xia still felt that the surprise brought by these glasses was too "tailor-made", so Jiang Xia stopped suspiciously.
…
The process of the battle of wits and courage between Anonymous and Wu Zuo was really heart-wrenching. The breathing of the three onlookers in the office slowed down a little, wanting to see if Wu Zuo could be the only one to jump out of Anonymous' "invitation"
.
At this time, Jiang Xia hesitated for a moment, as if he thought of something, suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The crisp and distinctive sound is very clear in the night.
The next second, the bedroom door clicked open - a terrifying face that would make Subaru's heart stop suddenly walked in from the door.
The person who entered the door had a black roll and was wearing a black suit that was highly in line with the organization's aesthetic. He even wore sunglasses in the middle of the night - this "Uzuo" who was extremely dangerous in the eyes of the FBI and peripheral members actually looked like a
Like a loyal bodyguard who is always on call, he was summoned with a snap of his fingers.
"Put it on." When he came closer, Jiang Xia handed over the glasses in his hand.
After thinking for a moment, like a well-meaning boss giving instructions to his subordinates, he added in a warm voice: "If you find any suspicious mechanism up there, just press it and let me see what effect it will have."
…
in the space of consciousness.
Gin looked at this scene, relieved, and his eyes were a little more thoughtful.
He thought of his bad experience tonight and subconsciously looked at the vodka.
Vodka froze: "..."...Brother!! This is the wrong usage of your subordinates, don't learn it!!