Huang Zhuowang had booked their lodgings by the sea. Drawing back the curtains revealed the ridges of the waves shifting in the wind. Their room was on the ground floor, with a fire burning in the fireplace and the heating on. A piano stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a bookshelf to the right.
It wasn't a hotel, but a guesthouse.
Xie De took off his coat and scarf and hung them on the rack by the door. He opened the pet carrier, and the little black cat and little house centipede crawled out. The centipede's first instinct was to climb onto him, while the cat strutted around the room as though inspecting its territory.
Of course, he couldn't keep calling them by their species forever. After a good deal of thought, Xie De gave each of them a name.
The little black cat was Coal Ball, and the little house centipede was Money String.
Neither of these two was ordinary, especially Money String. He didn't feel comfortable leaving them at home or entrusting them to strangers, so Xie De had brought both along.
After all, if anything went wrong while he was withdrawing the money, these two could at least help.
It was very early when Xie De arrived in the country-five in the morning the next day by the capital's time-but here it was already five in the afternoon, right in the midst of a beautiful blue hour.
The sun was below the horizon, at an elevation between -4° and -6°. The sky was a rich, tranquil blue, immersing almost everything in deep, cool tones.
There were two round little robots in the room.
455 possessed one of them and scurried over to Xie De's leg, looking like a talking trash can with its round head