black tower

"Han Jun, why are you still in the mood to say these things? Do you know what happened yesterday?" Lin Shaoan touched the wound he had bandaged this morning with an uneasy face. Even after taking painkillers, the wound still ached. But even so, he was lucky. Two of the guards guarding this floor were seriously injured by Han Jun and were still lying in the ICU. The machine guards and electronic monitors on this floor were completely wiped out. .

"What happened?" After Han Jun fell asleep all night, he had no memory of what happened yesterday. He tried hard to recall it, and the pain in his waist made his expression gradually dignified.

"Yesterday... By the way, a girl named Su Wei stabbed me yesterday?"

"Yes. The straitjacket saved your life." Lin Shaoan carefully observed Han Jun's bewildered expression, thinking whether the other party really had no memory of the sudden madness.

Han Jun raised his head subconsciously, only to realize that he was naked and tied to the hospital bed, and there was a coat that came from nowhere on his lower abdomen, which was colorful and matched the milky white intensive care unit. It really doesn't match, and the most terrible thing is that this kind of ordinary chemical fiber clothing makes his sensitive skin really uncomfortable.

"What about my straitjacket?" Han Jun laughed dumbfounded. Since he was sent to the black tower, five years of compulsory treatment have made him lose his so-called dignity and shame, but he didn't know where it came from. He couldn't get used to being covered by his son's clothes. Absurd, yes, probably only two words can describe his mood at the moment.

"Sorry, it's my clothes."

Zhao Hongguang said shyly, he wanted to take the clothes back without thinking, but the next moment he met Han Jun's warning gaze, which made him withdraw his hand again.

"There are women in the room." Although he has long been accustomed to the life of treatment without dignity, Han Jun still insists on not being naked in front of women. Fortunately, most of the medical staff in the black tower are men, and a few specially recruited female nurses Usually do some injection and feeding work.

Natasha covered her mouth in flattery. She was about to say something to comfort Han Jun, but she heard Lin Shaoan's cold voice and unfriendly tone.

"Stop showing off your gentlemanly demeanor at this time. Han Jun, do you really not remember what happened yesterday?"

Han Jun looked at the jacket on his stomach and asked hesitantly, "What time is it?"

"Six o'clock in the morning." Lin Shaoan replied.

After hearing this time, Han Jun's expression suddenly became subtle. He first took a deep breath, looking surprised, but then showed a smug smile.

"Hahahaha, after so many years, I thought my brother was dying. But now, I can be sure that my brother is still full of vitality." When Han Jun was speaking, his eyes kept lingering on Zhao Hongguang's coat. At this time, Only then did everyone notice that the chemical fiber jacket seemed to be propped up a little by something.

This is a tacit understanding between men. For a while, all the men in the room couldn't help but secretly laughed, except Lin Shaoan, whose wound was still hurting, and Zhao Hongguang, who felt ashamed because he thought this topic was too adult.

"Be serious!" Lin Shaoan's stern tone made everyone shut up quickly.

"But why did I wake up so early? Isn't my biological clock always around four or five o'clock in the afternoon?" Although the smile on Han Jun's lips was playful, he looked at Lin Shaoan with a hint of worry.Then, he closed his eyes and looked at his ruined spiritual sea. He wanted to take a look at his spiritual body, but suddenly found a white cocoon wriggling on a piece of green grass for some reason, and there was a wider area beyond that grass. The place still looks like a burning ruin.

"Someone gave me spiritual counseling?" Han Jun opened his eyes, and immediately looked at the young and awkward boy who didn't know he would appear in the ward.

"Didn't I say wait until he wakes up?" Lin Shaoan was stunned for a moment, and then questioned Zhao Hongguang. You must know that it is not easy to provide mental counseling for sentries with madness. Necessary monitoring and auxiliary treatment methods are all necessary. Both are indispensable, even so, it is not uncommon for backlash to occur during treatment.

"I didn't do it for him, it's just that his spiritual sea is too hot, and my spiritual tentacles are a little uncomfortable in it, so I want to protect myself anyway. I haven't touched his spiritual barrier yet!" Zhao Hongguang repeatedly Denied, the core part of the sentinel's spiritual sea is the spiritual barrier. Each sentinel's spiritual barrier has a different form and position. Han Jun's damaged spiritual barrier is in the center of the spiritual sea, and it is also the area that burns the most.

As soon as he heard the hot words, Lin Shaoan couldn't help covering his forehead. Yesterday, in order to appease the suddenly mad Han Jun, he also tried to stretch his spiritual tentacles into the other party's spiritual sea, but he didn't wait for him. After making a formal link, the scorching gale burned him to the point where he couldn't go any further.

But this also proves why Du Wang is willing to give up Han Jun for this kid, Lin Shaoan frowned complicatedly.

"The guide at level S1 is really powerful, and he can repair Han Jun's spiritual sea so quickly." Lin Shaoan sighed softly. He just thought of Wei Chen who had no bones left five years ago. A unique S1-level wizard in the district.

After Zhao Hongguang woke up, he never entered Han Jun's spiritual sea again, but he did feel that the burning sensation coming from the spiritual tentacles had weakened a lot, and he thought it was the effect of self-spiritual protection.After he entered Han Jun's spiritual sea again, a piece of fresh green appeared in front of his eyes, and his spiritual body, Fat Chiu, jumped over happily and jumped onto the slightly wriggling white big bird. cocoon.

"What's going on...I fell asleep last night." Zhao Hongguang was also puzzled by this, he only remembered that he fell asleep lying on the bedside after using too much mental power.

"That's why Sentinel needs to be paired with a high-matching guide. The spiritual power between you will attract each other, and even heal each other. It seems that after you fall asleep, your spiritual power is automatically healing for Han Jun , So, you should feel quite tired now, right?" Lin Shaoan sneered, and he had to admit that Han Jun's luck is really good, this top-level high-matching guide has been met by the other party twice in a row.

"Hey, why is that dead bird shitting in my mental sea?!"

Han Jun suddenly raised his head angrily and stared at Zhao Hongguang. The other party's mental tentacles penetrated into his spiritual sea, so that the other party's spiritual body also slipped in, but he couldn't stop it because of the damaged mental barrier.

"Fat chirping you!" Zhao Hongguang knew at a glance that the little fat bird was taking revenge on himself with this uncivilized behavior to prevent it from accumulating "building materials". In fact, the spiritual body does not need to eat, let alone Excretion, but after materialization, they can simulate all behaviors of real objects to express their moods.

"Shut up!!" Seeing this farce, Lin Shaoan finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He stepped forward quickly, grabbed the belt tied to Han Jun's chest, shook it vigorously and roared: "Han Jun, you went crazy yesterday! You almost tore down the fourth floor of the Black Tower! You really don't remember ?!"

"Will I not go mad someday?" Han Jun still didn't understand Lin Shaoan's meaning. Ever since he suffered from madness, it has become commonplace for him to have seizures every day. In the past two years, his seizures have become longer and longer. I can't continue to endure this kind of unexamined painful days by myself.

It was rare for Natasha to see Lin Shaoan so furious, and she couldn't bear to see Han Jun, who was unable to control himself as a patient, being blamed, so she hurried forward.

"Han Jun, what Dr. Lin means is that yesterday you went berserk abnormally. You said you had back pain... that was caused by chief sentinel Ling Feng shooting you in order to subdue you." Natasha looked embarrassed Looking at Han Jun who was completely out of shape, his eyes fell on the wound on the opponent's waist. Fortunately, the bullet could not completely penetrate Han Jun's body because of the restraint clothing, otherwise the power of this shot might really kill the opponent. .

"Ling Feng..." Han Jun muttered the name and fell into a certain hesitation, and a helpless smile appeared on his face, "This kid really hates me so much?"

"Look at what good things you have done!" Lin Shaoan finally gave up and continued to communicate with Han Jun who was jumping in his mind. He asked someone to turn on the projector, and directly played the crazy transformation of Han Jun captured by the remaining monitor yesterday. The picture of running away.

"So I'm so scary when I go berserk?" After watching the clip of berserk, Han Jun was a little surprised at his destructive power, feeling even scarier than he was at his peak.

"Thanks to you, I also broke a few ribs. So besides lamenting that you are scary, do you have anything else to say?" Lin Shaoan took a deep breath, unable to vent his anger. As a doctor, how could he blame his patients?

Han Jun looked at the freeze frame on the screen, and it was hard not to be attracted by his sexy buttocks.

"Promise me, the next time you broadcast it for others to watch, please mark it for me, okay?"

He is so funny.

Zhao Hongguang felt more and more that his idea of ​​saving Han Jun was so right. Before that, he also thought about whether Han Jun, who had experienced so many misfortunes, was no longer the warm chief sentry back then, and whether the other party would become Indifferent and dull, like a stone, or like a piece of steel, it is difficult to get close to.

But now it seems that his worries seem superfluous.

However, just when Zhao Hongguang was full of confidence in Han Jun, he heard the other party's nonchalant voice again.

"Doctor Lin, don't let me be euthanized, do you really want to wait for me to tear down this black tower one day?"

"You really want to die! But the benevolent executive committee is going to give you one last chance. This young man is here to provide you with spiritual counseling under the order of the CEO of the executive committee. You must cooperate with him unconditionally. His name is Zhao Hongguang, an S1-level guide who has just advanced." Lin Shaoan turned slightly to the side, and formally introduced Zhao Hongguang to Han Jun.

"S1 level? It's been a long time since there was such a high-level guide in the tower area. That's great." Han Jun smiled slightly, and a gentle fallow deer couldn't help appearing in his mind. It was the spiritual body of his beloved, and now Already only mottled memories remain.

"Uncle Han, I, I am very happy to guide you." Although it was not the first time someone praised him, but when the person who praised him was Han Jun, Zhao Hongguang couldn't help but feel a little more shy.

"They all said they called me brother." Han Jun stared blankly in one direction, feeling pain from the sea of ​​spirits that continued to burn, but at this time another kind of pain came from his heart.

"Han Jun, did you notice anything strange before you went berserk?"

Lin Shaoan always felt that Han Jun's sudden madness was very suspicious, and he wanted to learn as much as possible about the situation before arranging spiritual counseling for the other party.

"How do I remember this. After entering the black tower, I was a walking dead. You really don't need to let a young and excellent guide take risks for a dying patient like me..." Han Jun smiled and closed his eyes. He saw his mental body struggling to crawl out of the big white cocoon made of mental tentacles, and then a bubble of bird feces landed on its head accurately. It was really bullying by birds.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Zhao Hongguang, who found that Feijiu was making garbage at will in Han Jun's spiritual sea again, quickly grabbed his own mental body with his mental tentacles, brought the other party out of Han Jun's spiritual sea, and changed his hands tightly. Hold on tight.

"Little guy is too naughty, isn't he?" Han Jun opened his eyes, and for a moment, his desire to die was replaced by his desire to kill that fat bird.

As a guide, Zhao Hongguang was sensitive to the disturbing pressure in the air, and the guards in the room also clenched their stun guns because of the abnormal air pressure.

Only Fat Chirp was fearless, it chirped in Zhao Hongguang's hand, twisted its chubby body, and tried to fly into Han Jun's spiritual sea to play wild again.Although the subject consciousness of the spiritual body follows the master, it is often the self-consciousness that forms their unique personality. Feijiu's bad personality is not so similar to Zhao Hongguang in some respects.

Lin Shaoan, who felt that he was being ignored again, had to admire the natural attraction between the highly matched sentry and guide. Before today, he had never seen Han Jun talk so much with other people in the tower. , I have never seen anyone who can enter Han Jun's spiritual sea and make troubles, and he is safe and sound. Although Han Jun's body cannot move, his mental body can still attack. He rubbed his head, and then wiped what was on his paws on the long-lost lawn on his body in disgust.

"I'm really fed up! Prepare for spiritual counseling immediately!"