Durin's Diary

Chapter 930 Peach Blossom Fairy

When Dulin saw the door, his first feeling was that he had returned to the past, when many cities in Middle-earth had two or even three gates.

It's supposed to be for theft prevention, but everyone knows it's only for keeping out weaklings. For someone like Dulin who really wants to kill your whole family, three doors or even five doors won't help. Even if your building has no windows and the whole structure is designed to be resistant to breaching, Dulin can still find a truckload of fish-blasting equipment and blow the entire building and all the unlucky people in the neighborhood to smithereens.

As for whether there will be innocent victims, judging from the targets Dulin killed, most of those who were with him were scum and degenerates; there was never any question of whether the killing radius was sufficient.

As for those who live alone in the city, it's not impossible for them to modify their buildings like this—go underground and use explosives for directional blasting. Even if the blast doesn't kill you, it will at least stun you.

Therefore, as long as you are sincere in your work, no matter what the situation is, there will always be more solutions than problems.

After opening both doors, Dulin turned on the light beside the door, and the chandelier suddenly lit up, revealing the living room on the first floor to Dulin.

Next to the corridor leading to the backyard, there are two tall bookshelves filled with all kinds of books.

Beside them, an old sofa, not exactly modern, was casually placed in the center of the living room. There was an embroidered throw pillow on the cushion, and to its left was a coffee table with an electric fan that Dulin considered incredibly old-fashioned.

The leather cushions of the sofa have been worn smooth and shiny by time and people. The right armrest is a little lower than the left, suggesting that guests prefer to sit in the same spot.

Xiangshu, on the other hand, looked nostalgic: "When I was just old enough to remember things, we had a fan like this at home. Later, we replaced it with a bigger one." As she spoke, she went inside.

Dulin followed her in and then discovered that the decoration of this small building seemed to be made from the same mold, whether in the Western Continent or the Eastern Land.

But soon, Du Lin realized something—when Director Sun was raising children every day at the research center, she certainly wouldn't have imagined that her children would pass down the decorations in her room.

So whether in the West or the East, this combination of a small living room and kitchen is truly consistent.

The setting sun streamed in through the windowpane, the thin curtains unable to block the sunlight, which fell on the sink. The dripping water from the faucet, the soap dish beside the sink, the unopened toothbrush, and the rolled-up towel in a bag all indicated that this little building was always waiting for its guests.

Just like these odds and ends, guests come and go, always changing their appearance over time.

Two pots of slender vines sat in front of the small window, looking somewhat wilted. Xiangshu saw them and immediately poured a small cup of water to water them.

Open the refrigerator next to it; it was still open, and inside were various quick-heating foods, as well as various easy-to-store raw materials such as sausages and dried goods.

All of this gave meaning to the pots and pans hanging and piled on the wall in front of the stove in an instant.

Dulin picked out a few ingredients, put them on the cabinet, then took out a bottle of beer and closed the refrigerator.

Reaching the cabinet, Dulin put down the cutting board and opened the beer bottle with his hand.

The monk inserted the power plug of the radio into the power strip in the corner of the wall.

He casually tuned the radio and received the sound of Yumen. The long, drawn-out melody reminded Dulin of the old days when he was in the tower, where the radio could receive new folk songs from the Southern Islands, retro music from the four islands of the East China Sea, work songs from the Western Wilderness, and even the wind and snow in the North.

"Mr. Dulin, do you also like listening to this kind of music?"

Xiang Shu looked very curious as she watched Du Lin cut the sausage into slices. "Well, I've done a lot of music myself, and now I feel that both the Western Continent and the Eastern Lands share a common lineage in music," Du Lin said honestly. After all, this music was passed down from Director Sun's generation after generation. Whatever music she liked, the children of various ethnic groups would become familiar with it, and it would be passed down from generation to generation.

"Have you ever made music? I'd like to hear it." This little girl was unlike Lan En. Her older sister was like a silent gourd, keeping everything to herself. But this girl would say everything and couldn't hide anything.

So Dulin simply opened the portal.

Lan En poked her head out and saw that it was Du Lin. She came out, looked out the window, and said with certainty, "Yumen Pass."

"Yes, come here, these are some pieces of music I've made over the years. You and Xiangshu can listen to them. We'll have guests coming tonight, so you sisters can use your psychic powers to entertain them."

Upon hearing about using psionic energy, Lan En's eyes widened immediately: "I understand, I will definitely not let you down."

"Hehe, with my sister here, there won't be any problems. Teach me a few tricks too." Xiang Shu said, while familiarly dragging over a player with wheels. To Du Lin's surprise, this machine from the Eastern Lands could actually play magic crystals from the Western Lands.

But the answer is obvious—the machine was made by goblins.

This also proves one point: the format must be consistent. Don't end up like those game companies back in the day, where seven companies made seven different game consoles, and then the computer terminals beat them up by the standardized format. Some of the companies' loyal followers even had to argue with the other six companies and computer terminal users every day.

Although Dulin had no ill intentions toward the game console, he couldn't do anything about his son's overbearing attitude—after all, no matter how bad these young people were, they couldn't cross the line in Dulin's mind.

At this moment, Lan En and Xiang Shu began to choose a song, and soon, the violin music began to play.

It's Ecstasy. Dulin chose this song instead of the original music because it was good.

Some people dislike this sorrowful tone, but in Dulin's opinion, it is the best violin music he has ever heard.

And so, under the sunlight, he cooked, the mushrooms were being patiently cooked in the oven, and he was carefully peeling off the outer packaging of the eight-treasure rice.

The music was crashing and raging through the small building.

The delicate green vine on the windowsill, having received water, seemed to be thriving.

Dulin sighed, glanced at the beetle on the cabinet, and began to look forward to tonight's guests.

After listening to a few songs, Lan En came over and looked at the knife in Du Lin's hand as he was finely chopping cabbage: "Who are the guests coming tonight?"

"Guests from outside the pass, feel free to use your psionic abilities. Don't worry about whether you'll hurt anyone."

"I can rest assured that."

Lan En laughed, and at that moment, her laugh was incredibly beautiful.

(End of this chapter)