During the morning rush hour, electric bikes were slithering through the traffic like loaches, and the windshields were so hot that you could fry eggs. When I was holding a cold sausage in my mouth to avoid the urban management, the incubator suddenly shook violently - the broken pieces of metal rods were jumping around inside, and it was more urgent than avoiding the overtime ticket. Kailan was coaxing the child in the back seat, and the sound of the broken silver bracelet chain scraping against the swaddling clothes was exactly the same as the sound of the colander scooping kelp in the convenience store.
When Wang Mengmeng's voice message came in with a crying tone, I was turning into the alley that I often took a shortcut - this shortcut that even the navigation took a detour was bought with 37 fines. "Brother Xiaoming! The surveillance cameras at the nurses' station are all showing the footage of you delivering sausages!" The little one in my arms suddenly clenched his fists, and the marks on his wrists were as bright as the light boxes in the convenience store. The mobile phone map automatically marked three escape routes, all of which were potholes I stepped on when running orders.
Kai Lan came over to see that the light spot on the baby's palm was chasing the smell of sausages: "It's data mirroring. Sister SUSAN taught me to practice this with sausage wrapping paper." Her fingertips brushed across the baby's wrist, and the silver bracelet suddenly buzzed, and a miniature metal stick shadow was cast on the swaddling clothes - exactly the same pattern that SUSAN had drawn with sausage oil paper in the laboratory when she was twelve years old.
The electric welder in the back alley of the scrap yard was shrill. Brother Zhang was welding a rusty "Eye of Eros" badge. Sparks splashed on the armband of the Anti-System Alliance, and the mark burned was exactly the same as the baby's palm. "Brother Chen's mechanical arm was recovered," he turned off the welder, revealing the surveillance hidden under the stage, "but the powder mark in the gap between the gears - YSL Supermodel No. 03, only SUSAN and Professor Kai in Beijing have used it."
Kai Lan's hand trembled, and I knew she remembered the powder that SUSAN had stuffed into her before she disappeared. In the surveillance video, a woman wearing Chanel sunglasses was pressing powder on the metal controller. In the reflection of the lens, the incubator in Wang Mengmeng's ward suddenly became hot, and the broken metal rods spelled out "SL" inside - the abbreviation on the lid of SUSAN powder box.
"She wants to activate the first-generation controller!" Kai Lan grabbed Zhang Ge's arm, and the silver bracelet wrapped around his newly welded bracket. The pattern of the bracket matched the anti-slip marks on the inside of her silver bracelet. "My dad said that the complete controller needs the host's heartbeat as the key. This child's heartbeat..." Before she finished speaking, the baby suddenly screamed, and the golden light from her wrist swept across the welding machine, and the welding rod was bent into a spiral shape of a sausage - exactly the same as Kai Lan's usual gesture of turning sausages.
My phone was jumping like a hot potato in my trouser pocket. After 17 missed calls, Wang Mengmeng's scream mixed with the sound of metal collision exploded: "The caregivers' ID cards have all turned into guns!" I suddenly remembered Brother Chen's text message, and looked down to see that the sausage foil in the incubator was melting, and the light spot on the baby's palm was drawing circles along the foil mimeograph, as if solving a spicy sausage-flavored code problem.
"Go to the fire escape!" I grabbed the incubator and ran. This "rush hour escape technique" once helped me save 32 orders of spicy hot pot in the China World Trade Center office building complex. Kai Lan suddenly stopped after knocking open the security door - the emergency lights in the stairwell were all on, and each bulb cast the shadow of the "Eros Eye", but was dyed into the warm yellow of the sausage by the baby's golden light, like a layer of warm tin foil wrapped around the system monitoring.
Zhang's intercom suddenly buzzed, and Susan's chuckle mixed with the "sizzle" of the sausage machine came: "Li Xiaoming, the stick you took for Kailan when you were seven years old, the stick head is engraved with your heart rate." Amid the sound of electricity, the beeping of the metal controller became more and more urgent, "Xinyuan Technology took away the robotic arm, but left behind the gears forged with your first heartbeat."
The little guy in my arms suddenly became quiet, and the light spot on the palm condensed into the shape of a metal stick, pointing directly to the depths of the scrap yard. The moment I kicked open the iron door, the incubator "clanged" to the ground - Susan leaned against the first-generation controller, her sunglasses slipped to the tip of her nose, the burn on the inside of her wrist was exactly the same as that of a baby, half a sausage was pinched between her fingers, and the tin foil oil print was dripping on the controller, burning out the abbreviation "XM+KL".
"Your father didn't tell you," she stuffed the sausage into the baby's palm, and the golden light suddenly exploded, "The ultimate code of the first generation system is hidden in the 0.3 seconds when your fingertips stopped when you gave Kailan the rice ball, and in the burnt aroma of the sausage." The controller roared and projected a holographic image of Professor Kai, which was exactly the same as when he stuffed a metal stick into my schoolbag on a snowy night seven years ago, with half a sausage sticking out of his white coat pocket.
The roar of the electromagnetic cannon came from the direction of the hospital, and Kailan suddenly pointed at the controller screen: "Look! Wang Mengmeng's child changed all the surveillance to sausage ads!" In the lower right corner of each ad on the screen, "1378" jumped - my work number, and the number of days I met Kailan when I started running orders. Susan took the opportunity to put the powder dispenser into Kailan's hand, and her fingertips drew sparks on the controller: "Go to the convenience store, the frequency of the sausage grill can disrupt the scavenger signal." Her voice was as light as morning mist, and water flashed behind her sunglasses, "I didn't protect Professor Kai back then, but you can - use the heartbeat when running orders, and the heat that the system can't calculate."
When the electric car started again, the morning mist dissipated. Kailan wrapped the child in my work clothes, and the little guy's wrist was against the burn on my palm, and the two warm currents melted together like double skin milk. Brother Zhang's welding of the rear seat bracket made his waist sore, but it just stuck to the incubator, just like when he helped me repair the electric car seven years ago, he always found the most stable welding point.
The convenience store sign swayed in the morning light, and I suddenly remembered what Susan said "0.3 seconds" - every time I handed over a meal, the customer would always take a second look at the little sun sticky note on the incubator before taking it. The broken metal rod in my arms made a slight sound, not an alarm, but an unspoken "be careful on the road". Wang Mengmeng's cursing voice came from the hospital in the distance, mixed with the smell of roasted sausage, more vivid than any system code.
(SUSAN touched the "XM+KL" burn mark on the controller. A line of small words appeared on the inside of the powder box cover: "Professor Kai, you are right. The code in the smell of roasted sausage is enough to keep you warm throughout the winter." On the surface of the controller, the mark of the baby's palm gradually faded, revealing the heartbeat frequency engraved for ten years underneath. It belonged to Li Xiaoming and Kai Lan, a system patch that was always 25℃.)