Chapter 54: Judgment bias

The interstellar wanderers are probably because of their different lifestyles.

During decades or even a lifetime of wandering, they have more or less

developed a little collection addiction, and one after another, they have

become human-shaped hamsters. Los Black, as the former king of wanderers, was

not immune.

His wardrobe adopts a hidden and foldable design. At first glance, it seems

that there is only one wall. In fact, it has a hole in the sky. After the

layers are opened, the contents can fill up two rooms.

There are many things, but they are not messy. They are neatly divided into

three parts, clearly distinguished, and there are famous brands embedded on

the top of the cabinet.

The two largest parts of the area are marked with the names Sabrina Black and

Elsa Black. One is full of adult women's clothes, and the other belongs to

little girls.

Think with your toes and know that these are the clothes of Carlos Black's

wife and daughter. The electronic closet comes with the functions of dust

removal and tidying. The clothes in these two parts are meticulously organized

and arranged in chronological order.

If the rumors are not wrong, then these two have disappeared many years ago,

so most of the clothes are concentrated in the earlier era, but after that,

the clothes on both sides are still being added new, every year, there is At

that time there were five or six, sometimes one or two, and it has continued

to this day, and it hasn't been left for a year.

At first glance, this wardrobe will produce an illusion, as if the hostess and

little girl here are still living here and never left.

This is probably the other side that the king of wanderers has never revealed.

But Chu Si was only here to borrow clothes, not to probe into the hearts of

others. He just glanced inadvertently, then turned his gaze to the part where

Carlos Black's name was embedded in an attitude of seeing no evil.

Compared with the other two pieces, this part is really...small and pitiful.

If it weren't for the wardrobe's built-in finishing function, it would be a

hundred times messier than it is right now.

shirt……

shirt……

shirt……

Chu Si whispered and turned around, and found that there was no shirt in this

man's cabinet, not a single one!

He was accustomed to wearing that meticulous style of clothes. In short, he

had dressed himself up all the year round like a scumbag of a well-dressed

beast. Without that kind of clothes for a while, he couldn't adapt.

These clothes of Carlos Black were too rough for him, and there were traces of

selection in his early years, probably because there were still people taking

care of them at that time, and the clothes afterwards were basically in N

copies, which seemed to be picked up at random.

He took two sets in it that were not so sloppy and barely capable of upper

body, then turned his head and went into the bathroom.

The water vapor that Saer Young spilt in the bath has long since dispersed,

but the water stains on the ground are still there, and there is a little

residual shampoo smell.

This bathroom is very large, and there is a laundry box in the corner. It is

cleaned, disinfected, dried, folded, and has all functions. Sae Young should

have thrown his clothes in when he took a bath here.

Oh, to be more precise, the so-called clothes do not include tops. His shirt

had long since turned into tatters during the time and space, and was thrown

into the garbage disposal bin. There are only his trousers and...underpants,

which were ironed and folded flat by the machine, and lay at the exit very

calmly. On the platform.

Truth glanced, and then looked back as if he had been stung by a wasp.

Anyway, as long as it is a place where Mr. Yang has stayed, even if others are

gone, he can still find his presence in all kinds of weird and weird ways.

It can be regarded as a kind of ability.

Chus put the clean clothes on the shelf, raised his hand to unbutton his

shirt.

His top was no better than in Sae Young, the back cut was completely torn, and

it was stained with too much blood, and it was useless to wash it again. He

threw the shirt into the garbage disposal bin in the corner, and threw the

trousers that he could wear into the washing machine bin.

When the hot water went down, the indescribable soreness in the bones

gradually appeared. During this period of time, the things they experienced

hardly stopped, and the long-term nervous tension and a lot of conflict and

confrontation put a lot of load on the body.

The hot water really relaxes people's moods a lot, and Chus slept for a while,

until his muscles and bones were steamed a little bit, and then he turned off

the water and walked out.

He wiped the water off his body indiscriminately, put on clean trousers, then

suddenly remembered what it was like, and glanced down at his waist. He

pressed his fingers around a familiar place, and when he heard a click, the

piece of skin opened a mouth, revealing the countdown screen inside.

The last time I watched it, there were more than 120 days left in the

countdown. During this period of time, they were scurrying around in different

time and space zones. The countdown may be affected a bit and become faster or

slower. He has encountered this kind of influence several times in the mimic

environment before, and the influence is not very big in terms of experience,

at most it is only a few days of error.

He was about to see how many days were left in the countdown, when there was

some other movement outside the door, and then the bathroom door rang slightly

and was opened from the outside.

Sae Young supported the door frame with one hand, and stood lazily leaning

against the door, with a trace of sleepiness on his face.

With a finger of Chus, the skin on his waist was already closed. In order to

cover up the sound of closing, he was surprised: "Wake up? I washed for more

than an hour?"

"If you are referring to the estimated healing time in the medical cabin..."

Sae Young curled his lips, "Then I think I should have come out early."

As he said, his gaze swept across Chus's waist, which was covered by his

fingers, "What are you doing by touching your waist? Did I interrupt something

more personal?"

Chus was expressionless, he threw the towel over with his hand, grabbed a

clean black tights and put it on him, "I don't have your spare time."

Sae Young raised his hand to catch the towel, raised his eyebrows, and said,

"The truth is that all my leisure time has been counted into the medical cabin

by you, sir."

Truth glanced at his arm and waist, and found that the wounds were completely

gone, as if they had never appeared before. He stretched out his hand and

touched his back shoulder again, the wound healed neatly, and the scabs came

off when he took a bath just now. But I can still feel a little difference in

that piece of skin to the touch.

After doing it for a long time, he became the one with a slow recovery.

Chus snorted inwardly, and pointed his finger at the clothes lying on the

platform of the laundry box. "Since it's ready, please put your clothes on.

Don't wrap a bath towel around, it's someone else's flying machine. Can you

have a little face?"

He said that he grabbed another black vest on the shelf and patted Sae Young's

chest, grabbed the towel in his hand, and walked out while wiping his hair.

Sae Young gave a casual "um" behind him, wanting to laugh.

What happened before pouring into the medical cabin was just lightly revealed,

and it seemed that there would be no signs of being mentioned again.

Everything is like confirming what Chus said before-Sae Young’s curiosity and

interest in all kinds of things always come and go quickly. Once that point of

time has passed or a certain idea is satisfied, he will Will be a little bit

disappointed.

Truth couldn't talk about being happy or unhappy about this, it was expected

anyway.

After turning a circle, everything went back to the original point. A kiss

from the top of the spirit didn't mean anything overly profound, and the

relationship between the two seemed to be the same as before.

Sae Young quickly changed his clothes and came out. His complexion was not

very good, and his lips were a little pale, but his eyes were as transparent

and bright as ever, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Truss was sitting on the solo sofa in the living room, wiping his hair with

one hand and replying to messages on the communicator with the other.

Saer Young stood behind his sofa and glanced at him, and he reached out and

lifted two strands of his hair that was messed up by the towel.

Chu Si felt a strange touch on the top of his head, turned his head to stare

at someone who owed him, looked at the stranger for a while, raised his hand

and pointed at the corridor at random, and said: "There are a lot of medicines

in the medical room. There are all kinds of cures. Go watch and eat."

Based on his knowledge of Sae Young, this man has always been so angry that he

rarely gets used to it. He suspected that in the eyes of this Mr. Yang, the

whole world was a stupid concentration camp, and there were few who were

qualified to let him get started.

Besides, Sae Young used to play around in front of him. Even if he does his

hands, he is not such a move. His actions are always full of oppressive and

aggressive actions, and he subconsciously puts himself in the upper hand...

This kind of "playing with two hairs" really didn't seem like he could do it.

After being lost by Truth, Sae Young just lay down on the back of the sofa

lazily, took a handful of Truth's hair, and lazily dragged the tone: "I don't

want to eat."

Truth: "...You really are Sae Young?"

Saer Young blew away the hair strands in his hand, grinned, and stood up

straight, "Otherwise, who else do you want to change to? Sir, I'm a little

hungry, can you cook?"

"No." Truth said firmly.

This is pretty blind. He has lived on his own for so many years, so he can't

live without cooking anymore.

Saer Young didn't refute, just staring at the back of his head, staring for

about five minutes, and Chus's own stomach protested first.

"Sir." Sae Young said.

Truth ignored him.

"My dear," Sae Young said again.

Truth still sits on the sofa and pretends to be dead.

Sae Young: "Don't pretend, your stomach is already screaming, I heard it all,

very, very clear."

This ** also specifically emphasized two "very", which is really a silent

thing.

Chus endured it for a while, did not hold it back, stood up from the sofa

blankly, threw the towel in his hand directly onto his face, and walked

through the living room to the kitchen.

He made a heavy move, and it made ping-pong noises when he flipped through the

refrigerator and unpacked the ingredients, declaring his unwilling attitude

very clearly.

Sae Young leaned against the refrigerator door and said, "I want a--"

"Shut up." Chus interrupted angrily. "Who orders your face? What is it for?

Don't eat and be hungry."

The oil was warming in the pan, the first seasoning fryed out the aroma, and

the cod meat made a sizzling sound when it was put in, and suddenly there was

a little smoke, which suddenly gave people the illusion of a stable life.

Sae Young looked around with interest for a while, then called out again,

"Sir."

"What are you doing? If you want to eat, don't stand it up here like a coffin

lid, blocking the light." Chus hurled out a word without lifting his head.

"It's nothing, I just feel that your previous judgment was a bit biased." Sae

Young said.

"What's the judgement?" Chus asked casually, taking out a piece of fried cod.

"You said that my interest always dissipated very quickly. To be honest, I

agree. But it is strange that I am suddenly not so sure now." Sue Young

suddenly raised his hand with his thumb against the corner of Chus's mouth. He

wiped it hard, then squeezed his chin to make him turn his face, bowed his

head and leaned over.

The kiss was very intimate, not aggressive or conquering, and did not even

last as long as before.

When Sae Young stood up straight again, Truth realized that he had actually

responded just now, and then...

Then another piece of cod was fried like this.

Chus slumped a handsome face and took out the mushy fish. Just as he was about

to say something, the communicator on the side suddenly vibrated.