MTL - Overturned Tower-Chapter 1 gray dome

Outside the window is the dark gray sky, and not far away is a floating island like a spinning top.

The high-rise buildings above are bathed in the sun, and the snow-capped mountains and large green fields make people feel refreshed at a glance.

And in the shadows below the floating island, the densely hidden buildings give people a chilling and eerie feeling.

Like a stranger standing silently outside the frosted glass window... Even if you just glance at it inadvertently, it will immediately give people a deep cold feeling like the bottom of a winter lake.

"It's a really sunny day today."

However, the man sitting opposite Russell was sipping freshly squeezed orange juice, and sighed so familiarly: "It's great that it didn't rain."

"yes."

Russell responded softly and turned his head.

According to common sense, this is indeed a sunny day.

There were no storms, no typhoons, no blizzards, and no thick dark clouds falling from the horizon to cover the sky like a barrier...

...But, perhaps an illusion.

Russell always felt that the sky should not be like this.

He seems to have seen it somewhere before, the brighter... is not off-white, nor dim yellow, but a cloudless blue sky.

—But that must be an illusion.

Everyone knows that the natural color of the sky is gray.

From ancient times to the present, the world has never had a clear blue sky.

"Although... it's my first time to fly in first class," Russell stared at the person across the table, the golden cat ears on his head fluttered uncomfortably, the tail behind him raised high and slowly swayed from side to side, "but generally For example, will Tianen Group sell first-class tickets to two people who don't know each other at all?"

On the man's head stood a pair of white, fluffy canine ears, with a frighteningly healthy amount of hair—long white hair so long that it even hid his tail in it.

On his face, there are etched lines like scars.

The line ran from top to bottom across his left eye, from eyebrow to chin. The left eye that passed by on the way has long been replaced with a cold prosthetic eye that feels like a beautiful diamond.

Just being stared at by that single prosthetic eye will feel a chill down the spine.

The man didn't respond to Russell's question, but asked back with a smile: "Little friend, are you alone?"

"This is too rude, Your Excellency. Although it may seem unbelievable, I have graduated from graduate school for two years."

Russell replied angrily: "It's just because of the problem of the soul relatives, it seems a little tender. It's like...you are so big."

Not long after everyone is born, the "spiritualization" that begins to occur after starting to speak varies from light to heavy.

Russell has seen a heavily spiritualized individual with long hair and standing upright like a brown bear. Apart from being able to speak and wearing clothes, he is almost the same as a bear; he has also seen only a pair of cat ears and even a tail. None of the extremely mildly spiritualized individuals.

As for Russell himself, he has the unique reflex nerves and soft body of the dune cat species, and his body weight is lower than normal, and his jumping ability, balance and explosive power are stronger. His ears are larger and his hearing is stronger than that of other feline relatives.

He is quite a rare "fully positive individual". That is, he did not inherit any negative traits from his spiritual relatives.

…if being short isn’t counting as a negative trait.

If the height of the ears is counted, the guy in front of Russell must be close to 1.9 meters. And Russell is already in his twenties, but he is only in his early 1.6 meters.

Even if this guy just sat across from Russell, Russell could clearly feel a very strong sense of oppression.

"Spiritual relatives do not necessarily affect height. This is classic pseudoscience. For example, my spiritual relatives are Samoyeds. As far as breed is concerned, they are only medium-sized dogs."

Mr. Samoyed bit the straw and said casually: "For example, I also know a moose. He is indeed tall, but he is only 1.8 meters. But if you say it is a soul relative, the moose is the largest deer animal. Don't talk about that...you have beautiful light blond hair, what kind of cat is your soul relative?"

"My mother and I are both sand dune cats. It is said to be a very small cat... but I have never seen it."

Russell replied listlessly: "But it may also be a genetic problem. After all, my mother is a little shorter than me..."

"Just looking at your appearance, I know that your mother must be a beauty."

The young man sincerely praised.

Russell also knew that he had inadvertently disclosed some personal information.

But there is no way.

Although this "Samoyed" was always smiling, Russell's spiritual intuition kept telling him that this person in front of him was very dangerous.

Russell's heart was pounding and pounding against his chest, his ears were pricked up, tense, his hair was slightly blown out, and he even had a stomachache.

— He had never seen such a terrible person.

In those movies and TV dramas, when the guy who owes usury sits in front of the leader of the underground gang... probably this is how he feels.

fidgeting.

Russell instinctively tried to tell some of his less important information.

It's like making a mistake as a child and suddenly becoming talkative when you suspect that you might be discovered. Will actively and voluntarily admit some less important mistakes, trying to distract the other party's attention.

According to kinology, this is a common instinct of human beings who take small animals as kinship.

It's like a little beast will roll over in front of the leader with bared teeth, revealing its belly, trying to prove its harmlessness and tameness.

"Isn't your mother coming with you?"

The man who exuded a dangerous aura asked in this way.

This must have been a cross-examination. Russell thought so.

"She's dead."

While thinking, Russell replied softly: "Her funeral has just ended.

"I still remember what it was like. Even if I clenched my fists, I would feel empty and powerless... After that, I would dream of her every night. Although I would forget the content of the dream soon after waking up, But every time I wake up, the pillow cover will be a little wet."

Russell's right hand, which was not wearing a leather glove, subconsciously touched the necklace on his chest.

It was a hexagonal pendant in which the mother's personal chip was stored.

Although the data stored in the chip has been destroyed after the funeral process... But the intact chip left behind is also a souvenir for loved ones.

And this crystal pendant that stores the chip is also the last gift from his mother to Russell.

"Sorry... what about your father?"

The man opposite continued to ask patiently.

Russell felt the danger more and more.

This kind of in-depth private inquiry has gradually moved away from the level of "chatting during travel".

According to the emotional intelligence of ordinary people, since Russell only mentioned his mother, it is obvious that he does not want to talk about his father, right?

But Russell didn't change his face.

He has a lot of experience in dealing with dangerous people.

Just like when he was a child, before his mother got off work, he returned home from school alone.

After entering the door, Russell realized that a thief had entered the house, and the thief hadn't left.

Russell clearly realized that at this moment, he had to remain calm and relaxed instead of panicking out of fear.

He keeps acting, keeps himself innocent and harmless. The first time I called my friend, and after I got in touch with my friend, I left the house calmly under the excuse of "go out and play ball".

He didn't leave in a hurry, nor did he run away after going out. Instead, he hummed a song and moaned for a while before slowly leaving.

The crisis we are facing today must be exactly the same.

"That man, he has already gone far away."

Russell sneered, showing a kind of disdain and imperceptible hatred.

But in fact, he didn't have any feelings for that man.

There is no love and no hate. It was as if he was just a passerby who had nothing to do with him. Russell did not have the consciousness of "having a father for himself".

"He left when I could hardly remember—with all the family's property. Unlike my mother and I, it is said that the man's soul relative is an eagle. Presumably he is destined to go far away.

"We used to live on Sogo Island. It's not like Happy Island has upper and lower urban areas. A lot of work is handled by artificial intelligence. It's hard to find jobs that can make people live decently. My mother worked hard to support me and let me Go to school. Over the past twenty years, that man has not even remitted a penny back, and all the messages are read-only. Even after my mother died of illness, I sent him the place of my mother’s funeral, and he also Ignore me.

"You know, sir? For the first time, I know that after death, people become very heavy. And after that, they become very light again. The crematorium will not give you all the ashes. Only symbolic Then a handful of... the urn is only about this big."

Russell gestured, and his tone was indifferent with a little sadness and self-mockery: "They even gave me only one minute for the farewell ceremony of the body. Because I was the only one who came to say goodbye... I can't even afford the Cyber ​​Church Fortunately, I did some odd jobs when I was in school. Otherwise, I couldn’t even afford the mass graves that store such light and small boxes. If you can’t pay the money at the first time, you can only choose' 'Eco-package' - that is, the ashes are thrown directly into the sea."

It's not exactly acting.

It was real sadness, something that actually happened.

It's just that Russell is not that helpless—he is much stronger than the child he described in his words.

After all, if he is not strong enough, he cannot persist in finishing college in the environment of Sogo Island.

But he has been used to proper "selling miserably" since he was a child. In other words, show your own scars and shortcomings to an appropriate degree, and try to eliminate the hostility of others without being underestimated.

It's like a stray cat who pretends to be good and comes to rub passers-by to cheat for food.

It's strange to say... Maybe it was because he was concentrating on acting, or maybe the other party let go of some evil intentions towards him, Russell felt that the tension in the air gradually dissipated.

Perhaps, I am not entirely to gain the trust of the other party.

thought Russell.

Although it is only a social means for self-preservation.

But talking about these things did make him feel better.

"Listen to me," the voice of the young man on the other side became a little deeper, "When you find that man, remember to shoot him. You should teach him some lessons for abandoning his wife and son."

"forget it."

Russell shook his head: "I don't want to go to him."

"Even if he makes your life so difficult?"

"He's a jerk. But I can't be like him and be a jerk."

Russell said softly: "Mother said, I want to be a great big shot."

— This is the truth.

Mother had indeed said so, and Russell also thought so from the bottom of his heart.

"...what does it mean to be a 'great big shot'?"

"It can make people admire from the bottom of their hearts...?"

Russell was silent for a moment, and said uncertainly: "At least it can't be hated."

Hearing this, a young man with long white hair fell silent for a while.

"That's too difficult."

The young man said softly, "It's even more difficult than becoming a director of the 'Head Office'."

After all, he gave up the topic, and UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com once again showed that unprofessional, crappy smile that could only make people shudder: "In this case, how can you afford a first-class empty boat ticket? "

"My mother told me before she died... I have an uncle in Happy Island."

The corner of Russell's mouth raised slightly, and his tone was calm: "I have never seen or heard of an uncle. My mother asked me to move to Happy Island to live... This first-class ticket was also bought by my uncle. Let me tell you, this ticket is very valuable. If it is exchanged for my living expenses, it will allow me to live a healthy life for five or six years.

"But it's a pity that I really don't have the money to buy a suitcase. Fortunately, I don't have anything to carry. My schoolbag is enough, and it's even quite loose. This saves me the money for consignment."

"Is your uncle...?"

"Tianen Group. He is from the 'Head Office', which means he should be a high-level person."

Russell said so.

Naturally, this is also the information he deliberately disclosed.

On the one hand, it is to gain the goodwill and trust of the other party, and on the other hand, it is also a silent threat.

"Tianen Group...that's a big company."

The tall white-haired youth sighed in a low voice.

He thought for a while, and passed a small box to Russell as if nothing had happened: "You are a good boy...

"But the good boy is in Happy Island, so he should be more careful."

"It sounds like Happy Island is not much different from Sogo Island."

Russell muttered, and opened the box casually.

The next moment, he felt the hair on the tips of his ears explode.

Heart almost stops beating.

The moment his fingertips touched, he realized what it was.

It was a gun.