translator: loop
God says, the world does not always turn out as one would like it to. The first day he opened his eyes in a barren world, he saw a devil. ——Esther《Neverland》
As he coldly watched the face that suddenly approached the screen, Chu Si’s pupils constricted a little. The sleeves of the shirt were folded twice by him, and on the exposed half of his arms, his thin muscles visibly tensed then relaxed in a blink of an eye.
Although he dealt with his emotions quickly and his face returned to normal in an instant, the mop next to him still noticed.
He had just met Chu Si less than half an hour ago, and by no means knew him. So he couldn’t figure out whether Chu Si’s subconscious reaction was defensive or nervous, or something else… Either way, it made him panic even more.
He clearly caught the phrase “never received a reply”, so he lowered his voice and asked Chu Si with trepidation, “Is this the… terrorist you were talking about?”
Chu Si didn’t answer. He stared at the screen without moving his eyes, like staring at a lion strolling nearby, moved his finger to a red button, tapped it, and said calmly: “I replied.”
Mop: “Huh??”
He opened his mouth and froze for a moment, until he heard the handsome man on the screen give a laugh, then he realized that Chu Si’s words were not addressed to him, but were transmitted to the other end of the screen.
The man let out a “hmm”, raised an eyebrow, and asked, “What did you reply?”
He seemed too lazy to open his mouth when he spoke, and his voice was compressed at the bottom of his throat, sounding low and somewhat careless.
Perhaps the inherent impression of “Space Prison” was too demonized, or perhaps Chu Si’s earlier description was too alarming. This man’s appearance had nothing to do with “extremely vicious” and he spoke very ordinary words, but the mop still listened nervously.
He squeezed his fingers unconsciously, turned his head and waited for Chu Si to answer. Intuition told him that Chu Si would never say anything pleasant to the other party.
“I forgot, it was quite a lot, I suggest you read it yourself when you receive it,” Chu Si said without changing his expression.
Mop: “…” I don’t know why, but I always feel like this guy is spewing nonsense with both eyes open.
Chu Si paused for a moment, then added calmly: “But it seems that even the cosmic super-signal avoids you, and it may take another 27 years to receive it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a clear “ding” sound from the other end of the screen.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Mop: “…”
The exposed Chu Si didn’t care, “It contains a lot of meaning.”
Man: “Such as?”
Chu Si: “Such as wishing you a speedy return to prison.”
“…” The mop thought about it, and silently slid down the countertop down to the ground. In this situation, he really didn’t want to show his face, and wanted to live a few more days.
The two people in front of and behind the console, one propped up on the screen, one propped up on the console, leaning forward with a slightly lowered gaze and a casual and relaxed posture, really did look like a pair of old friends ready to catch up.
But this obviously familiar way of speaking… made the mop’s face turn green.
But after the mop slumped under the countertop for a while, he felt a little strange again—the man tried so hard to find them, and chatted with the monitor for such a long time, but didn’t seem to have the slightest intention of approaching the villa.
On the screen, the man had already stood up straight, biting the tip of one black glove with his teeth while undoing the other. He tilted his head slightly, glanced down from the corner of his eyes, looked down at the camera, and said vaguely: “Are you sure you don’t want to take a good look at me, before I twist the controls off?”
Chu Si raised an eyebrow. “No.”
After saying that, he pressed the power button on the console.
“The monitoring system outside the forest is turned off and enters energy-saving mode.” At the same time the electronic voice finished, the large and small screens on the wall simultaneously went black and the images disappeared.
“Turned off?! You just—” the corners of Mop’s mouth twitched as he pointed at the screens, “Just left him there?”
Chu Si smoothly picked up the communicator on the console and threw it into his pocket while saying, “I did it to save power.”
Mop: “…between sparing electricity and sparing my life, I choose my life.”
“Regrettably, the house is mine.”
Chu Si said while walking to the cabinets by the wall. He lightly opened the two cabinets in the lower right corner.
Mop was still a bit of a wimp. He silently touched his leg and said, “Honestly, I’m a little weak in the knees. You really turned off the console and ignored him? Is it really good to leave him hanging like this without returning a message from a person who can blow up the planet? I feel like we’re seeking death…”
As if Chu Si did not hear, he searched in the cabinet for a while, found something, and put it on a cyro-capsule beside him.
The mop was embarrassed to be too curious about these cabinets in front of their owner, so he only glanced casually—
What Chu Si took out was a box of noise-canceling earplugs and a pair of gloves.
He put on the gloves and pulled out a metal box from a corner. Judging from the size of the box, its weight was definitely not light, but seemed to be very light in his hand.
“What’s that?” Mop blinked.
“An old, usually does not come in handy—” Chu Si touched the side of the lock with his thumb, and the box clicked open automatically, revealing a row of silver tools inside, “toolbox.”
“…” Mop sighed, “Your toolbox looks the same as a high-precision instrument lockbox, it doesn’t seem to be the same one I often use.”
Chu Si paused and glanced at him: “What do you often use?”
Mop let out an “oh”, scratched his head and said, “We were in that mess just now, so I didn’t bother to say. I’m an aircraft function maintenance technician.”
Chu Si nodded in recognition and decisively turned the box around and pushed it towards the mop, “Then that’s great.”
Mop was at a loss: “What are you going to do?”
Chu Si lifted his chin at the cryo-capsule beside him, “Take the frame apart.”
“???”
Ever since meeting Chu Si, Mop had felt more and more confused.
“Why are you removing the frame? What did it do wrong?” Mop asked.
Chu Si bit the tip of one glove to take it off and then went to remove the other, explaining lightly: “There are air displacers embedded in the frame of each capsule, three, just enough for us.”
The mop glanced at him, and for a moment, he felt that Chu Si’s movements were familiar, but before he could think about it, his attention was distracted by Chu Si’s idea. “I’ve only dismantled aircrafts, and never touched something like this before. It’d be better if you did it—”
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Chu Si, “I don’t know how.”
Mop: “Then why’d you drag out the toolbox?”
“To give it a try, in case I really am able to dismantle it,” Chu Si calmly replied.
Mop: “…” He finally understood that the person in front of him was a master who specialized in talking nonsense, whose appearance was really suited to bluffing.
Fortunately, after 47 years of being frozen and 3 years of wandering, his skills had not completely deserted him. Although cyro-capsules were generally maintained by mechanical systems, there was still an entrance for manual maintenance in the corner.
The overall dismantling speed was actually very fast. The mop fumbled for a few minutes to figure out how to start, but before long the frame of the capsule was separated into seven or eight parts in the blink of an eye. The little mop, who had not said a word from the beginning until now, sat quietly on the side, skillfully handed the big mop tools, and stared at Chu Si with clear eyes from time to time.
Chu Si seemed to be very comfortable leaving the capsule to the mop to dismantle. He did not watch the mop work but instead lifted a black cylinder bag out of another cabinet he had opened.
“It’s done,” The mop suddenly uttered, spreading out his palm, and in his hand laid three pebble-sized black boxes with thin tubes attached to them.
“Much appreciated.” Chu Si dropped his hand and picked one up, very naturally hanging the pocket-sized displacer behind his ear. The curved tube just caught his ear bone and extended from the side of his face.
The displacer was powered on with a slight humming sound, working tirelessly beside his face.
Mop tilted his head and watched as he carried the substantial-looking cylinder bag and took a pair of soundproof earplugs out of the box that was set aside.
“What are you doing?” Mop looked blank.
While walking towards the door, Chu Si said without looking back, “Going to appease that terrorist.”
Mop: “…Then what are you carrying? A consolation gift?”
Chu Si had already stepped out the door and turned his head with a smile, “R-72 rocket launcher.”
Mop: “…” Your family uses rocket launchers to appease others?!!!
Hahahaha! This couple’s interaction is so exciting! 😂 Also, how many more chapters till we get the BIg Mop and Little Mop’s names?
Thank you for translating~ ٩(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)۶
It’s going to be a while… for the Big Mop, in about ten more chapters 🤧
Thanks for the chapter!
I feel like our psycho won’t get the whole toy but only a piece of it… Shot at 7,500 mph.
Great present for terrorist!
Thank you for your translation 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
I don’t care if it’s hand wavy sci fi (o^^o) the plot and character dynamics are right up my alley