Ding Xiaoyi was sitting on the ground, staring straight at the diary on the table.
The key was still in his hand, but the diary started to turn strangely.
This scene happened so suddenly that people were caught off guard.
A person would never be so calm, but Ding Xiaoyi was different. The moment he opened the diary, he felt an eager feeling in his heart.
This is his territory, and the diary is a relic left by the old man to himself.
This made Ding Xiaoyi determined deep in his heart that no matter what mysterious power this diary contained, it would never hurt him.
Ding Xiaoyi didn't care about the bag of things in his hand for the moment, and quickly got up from the ground and walked to the table.
When I saw that the diary had indeed been opened to the second page.
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes lit up and he read along the diary.
Alliance Calendar August 15, 1999
Seeing this time, Ding Xiaoyi thought for a while, and the content of the diary was obviously not the same as that on the first page.
It seems that the contents of this diary are not recorded by the old man casually, but only on special days or events.
Ding Xiaoyi calmed down and scanned every line of words below carefully.
Today is a special day.
After a year, the new antibiotics were very effective, and I rejected the suggestion of my capable general manager Yu Shaodong.
According to the original plan, it was announced on this day that Dingshi Pharmaceutical Company would give up its antibiotic patent rights and disclose the patented formula.
So on this day, Yu Shaodong resigned. He was a good young man.
It was me who delayed his future.
At night, I looked at the resignation letter he submitted and felt very disappointed.
At this time, the old guy came again, just like the previous times, silently appearing next to my chair.
I don't know what I should call him.
All I know is that he has been around for a long time.
I originally wanted to call him an old man.
But he said...he may not even have any bones left.
He saw that I was not in a good mood, so he decided to take me to a place to relax.
When the diary reached this point, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly frowned.
Because I couldn't read the next few lines of text clearly.
The words in the diary exist.
But there always seems to be a layer of blur covering it. Whether I wipe it with my hands or rub my eyes, I find that the blurred areas are still blurry.
There seems to be a force that prevents me from watching this paragraph.
Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly read down the blurry content. Finally, the text became clear again, but it was obviously not connected to the content he had just read.
August 20, 1999 in the alliance calendar.
Damn it! I knew this old guy had no good intentions when he suddenly took me to see xxxxx (the handwriting was illegible) in such a kind way.
It turns out that after returning from that place, some bad things will definitely happen around me.
No, I'm going to District 13 to find my old friends. I hope everything goes well...
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Seeing that there was no content on this page, Ding Xiaoyi subconsciously reached out to turn the page.
The result was the same as last time, the following pages seemed to be stuck together and could not be opened at all.
Suddenly, Ding Xiaoyi covered his forehead with his hands and took a deep breath, feeling like he was going crazy.
The fragmentation of this page is really annoying.
It's almost on par with the authors in the legendary Qidian Fragment Class, which makes people have the urge to send the author a razor blade.
What makes Ding Xiaoyi even more upset is that the content of this page of the diary contains too many questions that make him puzzled.
What is the identity of the person whom the old man calls the old guy?
Where did he take the old man to?
And what happened after the old man came back?
And the old man finally said that he was going to District 13 to find his old friend? Who is his old friend?
After humans established the alliance, a total of 18 regions were divided.
Among them, District 13 is a barren area, covered by heavy snow all year round. In winter, you can't even get out of the ghost place.
When people mention District 13, what comes to mind most is that there is an animal there called the Silly Roe Deer. I heard it is so silly that it has become a member of the Alliance's list of protected animals in the past few years.
I have never heard that the old man has any acquaintances in District 13??
A series of confusions swirled in Ding Xiaoyi's mind.
Every question made Ding Xiaoyi scratch his head and heart, feeling very curious about these questions.
There are also hidden contents.
Obviously, it wasn't that the old man didn't want him to read it, otherwise he would have just stopped writing it and it would have been over!
It seems that there is a force in the dark that prevents me from watching the content.
These contents may involve some secrets that ordinary people cannot understand.
The more Ding Xiaoyi thought about it, the more unhappy he became. Looking at the diary in his hand, he began to wonder how he could see the content on the third page.
As a result, it is a pity that as a genius with extremely high understanding and study of machinery, he has no clue about the mysterious power in books.
However, Ding Xiaoyi quickly came out of his depressed mood.
It's not his character to get into trouble.
Since you can't figure it out now, don't think about it for now. When the third page of the diary is opened, the answer may naturally come to you.
After closing the diary again, Ding Xiaoyi took out a large bag of his belongings and arranged them on the table.
Immediately he walked out of the room and took a look.
I saw the big-headed monster still huddled in the corner. Without Ding Xiaoyi's order, he couldn't leave here. It was really easy to get in but hard to get out.
The huge body was trembling, and the dense claws tightly wrapped it, leaving only two gaps to observe the changes around it.
Look at its frightened look like a little girl who has been abducted into a den of thieves.
Seeing the big monster's appearance, Ding Xiaoyi began to wonder whether he was suspected of being a coolie.
In order to lighten the burden on his heart and relieve the big monster's fear and anxiety, Ding Xiaoyi decided to make a meal for this guy.
After all, such an important labor force still needs to be taken care of.
Of course, the main reason is that I am also hungry.
In fact, there is nothing to eat in this damn place.
Fortunately, I bought a lot of instant noodles at the convenience store, um...it tastes like old vinegar and pickled cabbage.
After unpacking and putting in the instant noodles and the thermos bottle Ding Xiaoyi bought at a convenience store, he poured hot water into it. Soon, the strong fragrance filled the room...
It was so sour that the big-headed monster standing outside couldn't help but feel excited when he took a sip of it.
Looking at Ding Xiaoyi's room, I once suspected that Ding Xiaoyi was brewing some kind of poison!
Especially when Ding Xiaoyi walked up to it with an iron lunch box.
The big-headed monster's frightened gaze made his body tremble like chaff. Looking at Ding Xiaoyi who was walking towards him, he seemed to be looking at a big demon that made people frightened.
Now think about it, how could I have been so blinded by lard that I had it delivered to my door?
The big-headed monster was filled with so much regret and remorse.
Just like Tong Xiangyu’s classic lines in the TV series Wulin Gaiden.
He shouldn't have come at all...
So when he saw the smile blooming on Ding Xiaoyi's face, the big-headed monster discovered that the seemingly harmless human in front of him had such a ferocious and evil smile, and even his eyes were so terrifying that it was terrifying.
"Eat, don't you keep shouting that you are hungry?"
Ding Xiaoyi handed over the soaked instant noodles in his hand. In order to take care of this very rare labor force, he specially added two braised eggs and a piece of ham to him.
Under Ding Xiaoyi's command, the big-headed monster took the instant noodles from Ding Xiaoyi with its claws that were almost as stiff as steel.
Looking at the iron box in front of him that was no bigger than his palm, there was something exuding a pungent sour smell.
The big-headed monster felt extremely miserable inside.
It felt that if Ding Xiaoyi killed him with a knife now, it would be better than poisoning him.
What makes it most angry is that Ding Xiaoyi is standing by, grinning, looking like he wants to watch a good show, it's like Pan Jinlian feeding Wu Dalang medicine.
The big-headed monster was struggling inside.
It's a pity that Ding Xiaoyi has absolute authority in this three-thirds of an acre of land.
Ever since, with Ding Xiaoyi's urging and the power of rules.
There was a tragic look on the big-headed monster's pale face. He opened his mouth and carefully took a mouthful of noodles and soup.
When the pungent and sour soup and the golden, glutinous noodles were poured into the big-headed monster's mouth, the big-headed monster's expression suddenly changed!
∑(°Д°;)
Perhaps he had never thought that the bowl of soup in his hand, which looked so miserable, would produce such an astonishing taste after touching the tip of his tongue.
The spicy and sour flavor brings an irresistible excitement, and when paired with the already chewy noodles in the soup, they complement each other so well, it's a perfect match.
This is not a shocking work from the God of Cookery, but the wisdom of workers in industrial civilization more than 100 years ago.
It is also the last human civilization that has left little technological heritage.
This is not just a bowl of noodles, it is simply a collision between civilizations.
After the big-headed monster closed his eyes tightly and savored the lingering fragrance between his lips and teeth, the big-headed monster opened his eyes again and looked at the lunch box in his hand.
(′?`): "Hmm...it smells so good!"
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the big-headed monster's exaggerated expression with a blank expression, and quickly ate all the instant noodles in his bowl.
But another problem soon arose.
How to clean the lunch box?
You can't go to the underworld to clean yourself.
Looking at the turbid water, Ding Xiaoyi immediately gave up the idea.
First put the lunch box aside, Ding Xiaoyi plans to take it with him when he goes back.
Then he walked to the edge of the underworld, picked up a large piece of gold, put it in his hand and weighed it.
It's very heavy, at least about five kilograms.
"Too heavy!"
Ding Xiaoyi casually threw the piece of gold far away.
It would be difficult to hold such a large piece of gold on my shoulders. According to the current price of gold, five kilograms would cost more than 1.2 million.
It's so eye-catching.
Although it is a home-made thing.
But I can’t tell the origin, so it’s better to keep a low profile.
Ding Xiaoyi casually picked up another small piece.
It is much smaller than the previous piece, only about the size of a palm, but given the density of gold, this piece of gold is still very heavy.
Ding Xiaoyi weighed it and found it was a little over two kilograms.
Considering that I still need to purchase some materials, I should be able to sell this piece of gold for around 300,000 yuan.
But after deducting some of the price reduction problems caused by illegal stores, it is estimated that the amount will be around 2.788 million.
(Note 1: Large amounts of gold with unknown origin cannot be traded head-on.)
Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi put the piece of gold into his pocket.
At this moment, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt something approaching him from behind, his heart tightened, he suddenly became alert, and he quickly turned around to take a look.
He saw the big-headed monster coming behind him at some point.
The tentacles were opened one by one, and his eyes were shining brightly as he stared at Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi was startled: "Is this guy going to sneak attack me?" Looking at the open tentacles, Ding Xiaoyi felt a chill in his heart.
At this moment, the big-headed monster suddenly took a step back and pointed with his hand.
Only then did Ding Xiaoyi see that the gold at the feet of the big-headed monster was neatly placed on the ground, forming a line of traditional Chinese characters: "Another bowl!"
