The Box

The two walked to the tree, Otene saw some people standing sparsely not far away, seemingly waiting for something, some suspicion in his heart, but did not show. There are a few rocks under the tree, but not too flat, sitting is no problem, but elbows directly on that, I'm afraid it will not be very comfortable.

After thinking about it for a while, he put the suitcase down on the ground as a table, smiled and beckoned to Shaibu, saying, "Come on."

Shaibu immediately smiled happily and almost didn't flash into Otene's eyes.

But a quarter of an hour later, Shaibu pouted and said sullenly, "Why ah ... makes no sense ..."

Otene silently thought to himself, "... how can a man fight a battle he is not sure of?"

He had thought that Shaibu's strength was not much, but when he was about to pick the box up, he suddenly found that the surface of the box was dented. At first, he thought he was blind, but after reaching out to touch it and finding that it was indeed a dent, he was confused.

Slightly thinking for a short while, glancing at Shaibu still sitting on the rock pouting angry, heart felt unlikely, but excluding all the wrong conclusions, the remaining one, no matter how unlikely, is the truth. He reached out and pulled Shaibu's arm and yanked it over and put his elbow against this depression and found a seamless match, so that's exactly why.

... But it's not even possible, huh? Impossible ...

Otene couldn't believe it anyhow. Meeting Shaibu's suspicious eyes, he said, "You broke this case of mine, you have to pay for it."

Shaibu looked at the dent with disgust and skimmed his mouth, "It's your case that's not strong."

Otene said, "Who said that? Otherwise you punch me hard on this box, if you can hit another dent like this, then it means my box is not strong, I do not ask you for compensation."

Shaibu is a little puzzled, crooked head stare at him for a few eyes, very serious under the evaluation: "You are not very good brain."

"... I don't want to be told that by you." This matter is a bit of effort to explain, and also involves some confidential, Otene again induced him: "I understand, because I this box is quite strong, you can not hit the dent, so that is why ..."

"Who said that!" As a matter of fact, Shaibu was not happy to hear this, grunting and fist-pumping, only to hear a "clang" boom, the surface of the box was smashed again a large dent, you can still see the traces of his fingers, but not smashed through.

"See? Where is the sturdiness of your broken box? It can't withstand my fist at all!" Shaibu grunted, proudly turned around and sat back down on the rock, continuing to be chagrined at his defeat just now.

But Otene did not have the heart to admire him at this moment.

He now saw what he saw, and stared dumbfounded at the new dent for a few moments, then tugged Shaibu's hand and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a long, slender arm with lines that weren't too rough. He really couldn't understand how such an arm could have such terrifying explosive power.

Even if he saw it with his own eyes, he still couldn't believe that this was the truth ...

This box is the new alloy developed by the science and technology department of their group company, the bullet will not leave a dent when it hits, the latest new bulletproof car put into production line is using this new alloy. It is claimed that the gunfire can also be leisurely through the rain.

Its ability, Otene is also very clear, that is why he chose this alloy as the luggage material, so as to deal with all kinds of possible unexpected situations.

To be honest, this is not the most surprising to him.

How exactly did he win just now? I should say, how did he manage to take that punch from Shaibu before?

"Did you show mercy when you hit me before?"

Shaibu shook his head, "No."

"Shit, that punch you came over my skull must not give you half cut off?" Otene suddenly felt a burst of hair and bones.

"But you did not catch it? You caught it, that means what you said makes sense, I should listen." Shaibu blinked his eyes a few times, his expression serious and not half joking. His personality was, frankly, quite strange and creepy.

Otene did not quite understand his logic. But hearing him say this, he suddenly felt that he had a big mission. He needed to discipline this kid properly, so that he wouldn't go around beating up innocents.

He coughed twice and said, "It's not right to hit random people."

"Good. Then in the future, if you say hit me, I will hit you again, and if you say no, I will not hit you." Shaibu agreed casually. But Otene felt that he could really do what he said.

"If someone wants to do something against you, even if I'm not there, you can still do it for your own protection." Otene gave him this bottom line first.

Shaibu nodded his head and said, "Good."

To be honest, this was the first time Otene had met someone like him. The simplicity screams fear, yet it doesn't seem to be faked.

"Where does your family live?" He was suddenly a little curious.

"Meng Mountain."

"... Where is that?"

"It's where there are many, many mountains."

"More mountains than here?"

"Well, there are many, many more mountains than there are here. Also, the mountains here are very short, and the mountains in Meng Mountain are very high and tall."

Otene did not have a good idea, so he changed the subject and asked, "Why did you wear this mask just now?"

Is it because you are not used to coming down from the mountain? He thought about it and could understand, the air on the high mountains is pure, unlike the air down here will be relatively dirty.

"My memory is intermittent, sometimes I wake up and several days have passed, sometimes a month, I don't know what I was doing out there while I was asleep. Anyway, when I remember things, I never left Mount Monmouth. They said I should try not to show my face outside. So I wore a mask. But just now I lost to you, and you asked me to take it off, then I guess I should." Shaibu said very calmly, nothing emotional fluctuations on the face, but Otene listened in his heart, there is a kind of indescribable taste.

It turns out that there are people who, like him, have incoherent memories.

"... Haven't you ever thought about finding what you forgot?"

Shaibu shook his head and said, "Since I've forgotten, let's forget."

He couldn't do it so dashingly. Always cared about those things that blurred away, and dreamed of remembering them. Because he always felt that something important was forgotten.

"Because those things that are really important, forgetting is not clean." Shaibu said faintly, "Even if you don't remember any details, but those things will stay in your heart and make you obsessed with what you can't figure out."