Speaking of the keel... Robert thought about what the mercenary said about the keel being in the main control room. Later, he paid attention and found that the fact was not as the mercenary said, and there was no trace of the keel in the main control room.
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Thinking about it, the mercenary had no reason to tell him the correct location of the keel...
Robert was thinking hazy, and the exhaustion of his physical strength made his mind dizzy. Just when he was about to close his eyes and rest for a while, he saw the keel model in the corner out of the corner of his eye!
Drake...did he put his keel in a place like this...
Robert's eyes twitched, and he walked over step by step, covering his wound.
His mind is particularly confused now, with pain, a sense of nothingness, and the sequelae of overuse of analytical skills - unclear logic. The result of these things mixed together is that Robert can no longer think normally.
The only obsession that controls his body is to walk to the keel!
[Currently externally provided materials... are being tested...]
[Exterior material: keel]
Choose the body of the Black Sky Dragon!
【Integration in progress...】
Robert touched the dragon-shaped white bones with his right hand. In the crystal bones, he could vaguely see the liquid flowing in them. They were like the stars in the Milky Way in the dark night, passing through the eternal barriers and occupying his entire field of vision.
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When Robert lost consciousness, the dragon bones turned into little bits of starlight, pouring into his body...
……
"Hey! Hey!"
"Brother, you couldn't have fallen asleep...you are not very dedicated!"
Robert removed the comic book covering his face and said in a cold tone: "It's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. You have to find a suitable time period to promote your products!"
The visitor lay on the counter, like a pug, and said lazily: "Twelve o'clock in the middle of the night is the time to get high..."
"I don't think... do you need a glass of water?" Robert planned to drive away this inexplicable guy.
"Alas! Why don't you buy me a Coke? What a stingy person!"
He pulled up his peaked cap and stretched out two fingers: "Two cups of Coke. Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask you whether you want Coke or Sprite. You can choose it yourself. Remember, it's a small bottle!"
Robert curled his lips, and after accepting the money, he gave him a glass of Coke. As for the other three dollars on the table, Robert selectively ignored it. For this guy selling products, he didn't owe him any favors if he didn't owe them any favors.
...I am not the owner of a convenience store, I am just a newly arrived worker.
"Just treat it as a friend..." Seeing Robert's unsatisfied look, he laughed and said another way: "Okay... just treat it as a reward for chatting with me, and that's the head office.
Right?"
Robert frowned: "Chat?"
"Why, today is Christmas. Wouldn't it be lonely if I spent it alone? Hey! You don't even know that today is Christmas, do you?"
Robert whispered: "No wonder there are many more customers today than usual..."
He simply accepted the three dollars, turned around and took a glass of Sprite from the freezer. It seemed that the salesman would definitely not take back the three dollars, nor would he keep silent, so he turned around and left.
In this case, Robert could only be forced to accept his invitation, but there was some truth in what he said. It was really inappropriate to spend this Christmas night alone - although such thoughts only existed in Robert's mind.
Flashed by.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" Robert unscrewed the cap of the Sprite bottle and took a sip.
He supported his head with his right arm and took a sip of Coke: "How should I put it? Let's talk about our ideals... Do you have any ideals?"
Here it comes again...this classic question of chatting...
Robert responded with a consistent answer: "My ideal is to find a good job after graduation."
"Yes...really? It's such a simple ideal...but I want to tell you, that's not your ideal, that's a goal...a goal is the kind of plan that's easy to achieve!" the salesman pointed.
He stood up and pointed at the Coke bottle.
Robert has a different opinion: "Finding a good job after graduation is not an easy and inevitable thing to achieve, at least for me."
The salesman continued to ask: "What about after you find a good job?"
Robert pondered for a moment: "Save money to buy a house and a car, then marry a woman and live a peaceful life."
"Pfft! Your answer is really like what my neighbor's old man taught me..." The salesman laughed so hard, "But you spoke much more concisely than that man."
Robert drank Sprite silently.
Seeing that Robert was not interested in his ideal, the salesman couldn't hold back his words. He took a sip of Coke and said enthusiastically: "If you ask me, the real ideal should be the kind of goal that is difficult to achieve. That's because
It’s very difficult to achieve so that it will be attractive enough!”
Doesn't this mean that my ideals are not attractive enough... Robert took a sip of Sprite.
"Different from your ideal, my ideal is higher, hero, do you know?"
"Hero?" Robert's face trembled.
It’s hard to imagine that someone could say such a shameful word so calmly, and in a serious conversation... Robert visually inspected that this person’s mind may still be in the middle and high school stage.
Regardless of Robert's expression, he talked about it: "The hero in my mind is the kind who 'goes away when the trouble is over, and hides his merits and fame', oh..."
"Batman, you know Batman, right? Or it's like Venom, like the Dark Knight who hides in the depths of darkness but silently protects him..."
"Go out at night to punish evil and promote good, and kill everyone. During the day... tsk tsk, luxury cars, beautiful women, and powerful positions, wouldn't it be fun!"
I also made a remark about an ancient Chinese poem, which is really worthy of you...
"By the way, what kind of woman do you like?"
Robert said calmly: "It's good if a woman likes you."
"What if there are two...three, many women like you..."
Robert: "..."
"Tch, look at your small mind, I will accept them all!" The salesman drank coke like he drank liquor, and the words he said were extremely high-spirited.
It was not easy for Robert to interrupt. After all, he was drinking the Sprite that the other party gave him. But if time could go back, even if he was beaten to death, he would not accept the three dollars.
In this way, the two of them spent a Christmas night talking nonsense and umming and umming.
Before leaving, the salesman gave a thumbs up and said with a teasing face: "Finally, I will give you some guidance, hero, you must look straight into your own heart!"
Robert threw the Sprite bottle into the trash can.
Walk slowly and don’t send me away...
But when it comes to looking directly at one's heart...it seems that the daytime life of the woman with the luxury car he mentioned is quite good, but the things about punishing evil and promoting good at night...let's forget about it, who has nothing to do to catch up with the nine-nine-six?<