The mouse is dead, wai-fu, everything is done. A few years ago, three thousand were worth. Changed the mountain of batteries, shaken, knocked on the table, squeezed and raised a wifi chip on three compasses, the swallow doesn’t work, how much do you don’t knock on the drum! Remembering his faithful friend with blasphemy and tears, he went to smoke with sorrow. Upon returning, he went into the inets looking for a new... and what do you think? I ordered... paid... clicked OK... I believed in idiots and life after death.)