Perhaps it was because he had just killed his grandson's playmate for several years, and now faced with this little grandson who refused to obey the arrangements, the grandfather's tone was much gentler than usual:
"This is one of our achievements, the 'Time Rift'. The object stored in it will always maintain the state it was in when it was put in."
And how to bring the preserved people back to life is the ultimate goal of the organization.
"You are very talented and good at learning, but you lack the motivation to move towards 'eternal life'." Grandpa took out a pipe and turned it around in his hand without lighting it:
"Of all my descendants, you are the most outstanding. But maybe it's because you are so smart... You probably remember things very early.
"The first time I saw you, when I saw you looking around, and when I saw the way you listened when we discussed, I felt that this child was different - you don't follow Taro, nor are you like my simple daughter-in-law.
More like me.
"Taro has always treated you as an ordinary child and avoided you when it came to anything. I reminded him.
"Later I went to see you again, but I never found that you showed any resistance to my 'grandpa', so I thought he listened to what I said, but now it seems... he didn't do it."
"So you should have known for a long time. Taro and the others chose to give birth to you in exchange for their peaceful and comfortable life. I trained you more to cultivate a suitable heir... Now you treat me, your parents,
It is not difficult to understand that I only have respect for your grandma and not much affection.
"It doesn't matter if you don't like me or get close to me. I only have one request."
Grandpa put the pipe gently on the table: "Your grandma has always been very kind to you. She doesn't know the purpose of bringing you here. I will wait for more than ten years, decades... If one day you succeed, you have to save me."
she."
Grandpa's positioning of himself in his heart was so precise that Shiraishi didn't even bother to be a filial grandson.
"Are you so sure that I will agree? Just for this..." Shiraishi calmly glanced at the head with an uneven incision, "A maid who is not very useful?"
"You treat her differently." Grandpa stood up and picked up the hood on the table. "Starting tomorrow, I will arrange for you to go to the company for an 'internship'. Use your best abilities and don't let me down."
Baishi thought that it was hard to say anything else about this old man, but he was really good at judging people.
Of course the way he looked at the Q version assistant was different, it was a precious golden finger that he had high hopes for...
Grandpa took another piece of cloth, covered the human head in his hand, and walked out of the door with it.
Shiraishi followed him? After taking a few steps, he found that this was the direction to his study.
Grandpa’s destination is indeed Shiraishi’s study.
He placed the head on Shiraishi's desk, took away the cover and adjusted its position.
The light coming in from the window shines on the transparent cover, making it look like a curious ornament.
Shiraishi looked back at the time he spent in the study and found that his grandfather was indeed 2000% determined to push him forward.
He looked at the blood stains that seemed to be seeping out from under the head, but had actually gelled. He paused, and suddenly thought of a question: "What if she never showed up? Are you planning to put Shenji's head here?"
"
Grandpa was startled. He stared at him for a while with a look like "You're crazy!" and then turned and left.
Shiraishi: "..."
Are you worthy of looking at others like this?
…
After grandpa left, Shiraishi looked at the heads on the table.
He planned to ask the researchers where the body of the Q version assistant was.
After all, it is a system. How can it survive even if it is reduced to rubbish in the turbulent flow of time and space? Now it is just a loss of a head. If we seize the time and put our efforts together, there should be some way to save it.
But before I took out the phone, inside the transparent cover, the connection between the neck and the base plate was pushed open a little.
An object the size of a thumb struggled to crawl out of it, and then slowly passed through the transparent cover using a mysterious principle. Finally, she escaped successfully and lay on the table with a sigh of relief.
Shiraishi was startled, stopped dialing, stared at the table for a while, walked over and pulled out a piece of wet tissue? He wrapped it around the Q version assistant and wiped it.
A protest bubble floated out of the roll of wet wipes: [I didn’t get blood]
"Really?" Shiraishi took away the original wipe, pulled out a new one, and continued wiping unmoved.
A minute later, the Q version assistant tried his best to squirm out of the wet wipes roll while holding the mosquito coils in his eyes.
She lay on the ground for a while, then stood up, but was knocked down by a finger that suddenly stretched out.
He got up again and was knocked down again.
...When the finger poked over for the third time, the Q version assistant hugged Shiraishi's finger, showed his little tiger teeth and took a bite in protest.
There was a muffled sound on the table, and a person fell onto the table.
The Q-version assistant was startled. She turned her head and looked at Shiraishi who was leaning on the table for a second, two seconds... She let go with a guilty conscience, slowly grabbed the wet wipe next to her, and wiped it on his fingers as if nothing happened.
At the same time, a [?] couldn't help but float out of my head.
After wiping the tooth marks, the Q version assistant held Bai Shi's finger and looked at it carefully. He wondered if he was infected with a virus? Why did he fall down after just one bite?
Future employees are still sitting on their desks unable to get up.
The Q-version assistant walked over and patted his face, while the question mark above his head dangled in front of Shiraishi's eyes.
Shiraishi raised his hand to pop the bubble, sighed, and whispered: "I'm tired. It won't be easy to fish in the future." Could this be the retribution for skipping classes so often in the past?
When the Q version assistant heard him complain that he was tired, he habitually wanted to tap his shoulders, but he couldn't reach him.
She touched her chin, pondered seriously for a moment, then turned to pat Shiraishi's face.
Anyway, in order to promote blood circulation, the hammer should be the same...
After two hammerings, a small light bulb suddenly floated above her head, blinking on and off.
Shiraishi took a look and understood: "Okay, there will be a salary."
The Q version assistant's eyes lit up and he hammered harder.
When the massage fee came in, Shiraishi took a peek at the Q version assistant's mini ledger and found that the progress bar had regressed a lot.
It seems that replacing a new body will require a lot of money.
How many trash cans did you dig through to save the money? The old man is really indifferent...
If Q version assistants want to make money, they have to rely on saving people or reasonable labor income.
Must be "reasonable".
It's impossible to transfer a million just because she helped get a pen.
However, speaking of reasonable...
I heard that in many service industries, the income is higher than unskilled manual work.
Psychological counselors seem to make quite a lot of money.
"Come here." Shiraishi looked at the Q-version assistant who counted the money and then consciously ran to squeeze out disinfectant and wipe his hands. When she came closer, he said in a funny voice, "Your head is too scary, I need comfort now.
"
The Q-version assistant was stunned, then turned around and looked at her previous head in the hood. She didn't think it was scary, it was quite cute.
But she doesn't mind listening to Shiraishi's words, because every time she does what he says, there will be money in the system account...
How can humans be comforted?
The Q version assistant thought for a moment, held Bai Shi's nose, stood up on tiptoes and kissed him seriously on the face.
"..." Shiraishi looked at her and thought, this kind of consultant who speaks directly without saying a word may be complained to the point where he even loses his pants.
The Q version assistant finished the kiss and looked at him expectantly.
Does it work?
If it works, you need to pay!
"……"well……
Shiraishi lay down for a while, then slowly got up, and tried to transfer money to her according to the highest charging standard in the industry. He didn't know if he could transfer it. If not, he could only reduce the price and try again.
The two pairs of eyes stared at the light screen of the Q version assistant together, and the review process began to run.