Chapter 183
After dinner, Muter placed a glass of light red raw juice in front of Rongyuan, and the household robot came over to pick up the dishes and wash them.
Muter hummed softly as he looked after the two pots of vegetable seedlings he had just planted. The fingertip-sized green sprouts had just poked their heads out of the soil, and the fresh, transparent green color made people feel happy just by looking at it.
Rong Yuan looked at her, wanting to say something but stopping himself, thinking, let her current happiness continue for a while.
Muter is actually not even fifty years old this year. This age is not considered old in today's interstellar era. Many interstellar people of her age look as young as if they are in their twenties or thirties, not only in appearance, but also in mentality. Some people at this age have not even considered getting married and having children.
But Muter's hair was white, her face was covered with wrinkles, and she looked as old as 80. Not only that, when Rong Yuan first met her, her health was even worse than it looked. Various chronic diseases accumulated in every part of her body, making it extremely painful for her to even stand up.
But now, since moving to the thirteenth floor, the pressure of life has been lifted from Muter's shoulders. The environment has become better, and the diet has also improved a lot. The most important thing is that Rong Yuan has been secretly treating her body while she is sleeping, re-stimulating her body's vitality at the cellular level. After a period of time, Muter's body has undergone visible changes.
Black hair is gradually growing from the roots of her hair, her wrinkles are becoming lighter and fewer, her body seems to be lighter, and she feels like she is about to jump up when she walks. The scars on her face are also becoming lighter. So much so that Muter can't help looking at herself in the mirror every morning recently, and even secretly bought herself a lot of skin care products. Because she is embarrassed to use them in front of Rongyuan, she always secretly puts on a mask and does some skin care when Rongyuan goes to work. Sometimes, when she looks at her hands that are gradually becoming white and soft, she will unconsciously reveal a smile with a bit of nostalgia and sadness on her face.
Muter's superficial cover-up naturally could not be hidden from Rong Yuan's eyes. Seeing that she had regained the natural love of beauty of a young woman and her mentality had become young again, Rong Yuan was also happy for her. She had been driven to the lower class and raised her son alone with difficulty. She almost gave everything for the growth of her only son. Then, the son who she placed all her hopes on left her and never heard from him again. All this broke Muter's heart and turned her into a puppet living in the past, constantly missing her son in vain.
Of course, such a mother seems great and selfless, and people sympathize, pity and admire her. However, people cannot live in the admiration of others.
In the past twenty years or so, how many days had Muter felt happy?
Maybe Muzhe once brought her happiness and joy, but most of the time she was in pain and numbness. That little bit of happiness was like a drug, which made her willingly sink into pain, and moved by her own sacrifice and endurance, thinking that all her efforts were worth it and would be rewarded one day in the future.
But Rong Yuan has seen too many such sacrifices. Moreover, many women wait their whole lives but never get the gratitude they expect, because the contributions of mothers in a family are often taken for granted and always ignored.
In Rongyuan's opinion, he believes that even if a woman is a mother and a man's wife at the same time, she should have her own hobbies that she likes to indulge in, a career that she is willing to fight for, and her own independent and free life. She can rely on her husband and children, but she can also be the one who is relied on by her husband and children. Even if she sacrifices her career and hobbies for her family, it must be because doing so can make her feel truly happy, not because society, family or traditional values force her to do so.
Rong Yuan, whose life is almost infinite compared to ordinary people, knows best that life is actually very short and there are too many unexpected things in life. Many people don’t have so much time to look forward to the future. Therefore, the most important thing is to live well and live in the present.
Now Muter is gradually beginning to stop focusing all her attention on reminiscing about the past, and she is no longer neglecting herself in order to take care of Rong Yuan wholeheartedly. She is gradually beginning to live out her own life. Although there are only some minor changes at present, Rong Yuan is still sincerely happy for her.
However, this change in Muter was largely based on the stable and affluent living environment they now have, but now it has to change, and Rongyuan feels very guilty about it.
After Mu Teer finished taking care of her vegetable seeds, she was about to tell Rong Yuan to go to bed early, but she suddenly noticed Rong Yuan's expression and realized that he had something to say, and it might be something very embarrassing. Mu Teer suddenly became nervous. She wiped her hands, with a bit of worry in her eyes, and asked: "Ah... Azhe, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"
Rong Yuan hesitated for a moment and said, "I heard that there will be a large carnival event on the eighth floor soon. It will be very lively and very interesting. Do you want to go and see it?"
"...Carnival?" Muter repeated blankly, and blurted out, "Are you going?"
"I'm not going. I still have to go to work." Rong Yuan comforted him, "But don't worry. I'll ask a friend to take care of you. He's a very reliable person. You can trust him as much as you trust me."
"What friends?" Muter asked again, but she didn't really care about the answer. She subconsciously resisted: "Why go out to play when there's nothing going on? There are so many things going on at home! And the seedlings I'm raising have just sprouted, so I can't leave without someone..."
"Haven't you packed up the things at home? Robots can do these daily tasks. I'll take care of the vegetable seeds for you, don't worry. I promise that they will be growing well when you come back." Rong Yuan advised: "You've been busy with housework and it seems that you have never gone out to play. Now that you have time, I hope you can enjoy life, okay?"
"Well..." Muter looked into his eyes, suddenly realized something, nodded slowly, and then smiled: "Okay then. I've heard about the carnival event on the eighth floor before, and I've been thinking about when I can go to participate in it. But... when the event is over, will you pick me up?"
She looked at Rong Yuan, with no expectation or excitement in her eyes, only tenderness and kindness.
"Of course, I will definitely pick you up soon." Rong Yuan said with a smile.
"That's good." Muter grabbed his hand and said in a somewhat willful tone: "I'll wait for you... I'll recognize you... If you don't come to pick me up, I won't go anywhere."
"I think this is the reason why you feel abnormal, sir."
A Qilila man with a chubby face and finger-thick tentacles on his head touched the tentacles on his chin with his fat fingers. He held a hot drink in one hand, a pastry in one hand, and tapped the holographic screen with the other hand, accurately locating a picture, and then enlarging a certain part of the image until there was only one eye in the holographic image that occupied the entire wall.
It was a triangular eye, which usually gave people a sinister and evil feeling. But when it was enlarged on the screen, ignoring the scary face, the wrinkles on his face, and all other external factors, one could see that his pupil was very beautiful.
The outside of the iris is a circle of pure black, and then countless blue-purple radiating lines extend to the black pupil in the middle. The undulating radial folds form a beautiful scene that radiates like exploding stars.
But somehow, looking at this eye gives people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.
"Look at this eye." Qi Lila said, and then he pulled out a dozen photos of Todd from previous videos, enlarged the images and focused on the eye, and then said: " Compare . Even if ordinary people can't detect the subtle differences, they should be able to feel the obvious differences."
Mapu, who was standing next to Qilila, nodded. Even Mai, who was standing behind him, could clearly feel the difference.
In the past, the eyes could make people feel their concentration and loyalty through the screen, like a loyal dog nestling at the feet of its master, or a son admiring his father. But the eyes in the latest picture make people feel unhappy and even fearful.
"Anger, disgust, hatred ."
Pointing at the eye through the air, Qi Lila spoke slowly. He then pulled up a few more photos and analyzed the emotions hidden in them one by one -
"fear."
"lie."
"resist."
"Murderous intent."
A dozen photos were displayed on the screen, and the protagonist in each photo was Todd. At this time, "they" looked down at Mapu and others standing in front of the screen, making everyone feel as if a blood-quenched blade was pointing at their necks.
"I'm sorry, sir. I... I have analyzed this video before, more than once, but I didn't find anything." Mai said a little panicked.
"It's natural that he didn't notice it. Apart from our gifted Qilila, no one can pick out these facial expressions that last less than 0.1 second from a video of more than ten minutes in such a short time." Qilila said proudly, "I have to say that this man is the most emotionally controllable person among all the intelligent creatures I have ever seen. It's amazing. If his inner emotions were not so intense, even I would not have been able to detect his flaws."
"So..." Mapp slowly concluded, "Todd is now... afraid of me, resentful of me, and even wants to kill me?"
"Yes. But it's not just 'thinking'."
Qilila enlarged one of the photos and said, "Look at this expression. His eyebrows are wrinkled downwards - of course, his eyebrows may not be easy to see; his upper eyelids are raised, his eyes are tense, and his pupils are reduced to one-third of their normal size. This is the expression of someone who is about to commit a bloody murder. I'm sure he has a dangerous plan that is about to be put into practice. When he recorded this image, he might have been thinking about his murder plan."
Mapu silently watched Todd in the video with murderous eyes. His eyes were cold and ruthless, and his expression gradually became dangerous.
The Qilila people next to him were still complimenting him: "Each of these expressions of his lasted less than 0.01 seconds, and ordinary people could not detect it at all. But you saw it. Although you didn't realize that you saw it, the feeling of that moment was left in your mind. Your subconscious was warning you that he was a threat to you, which is why you felt abnormal. I have to say that you are really very perceptive. You know, even most of us Qilila people can't detect that short moment of... change... change..."
Qi Lila suddenly felt a sharp pain and finished his sentence by inertia. He touched his neck blankly, then lowered his head to check.
His head rolled down.
Mai retracted the arm that had turned into a long sword, gathered the torn sleeve with her slender fingers, and asked Mapu: "Sir, do you need me to capture General Todd?"
Mapp had already stepped back a few steps to avoid the blood from splattering on himself. He looked at Todd on the screen and sneered, "No need."
