black tower

"The application has been submitted to the management center for you. As for how to approve it, it is not for me to decide." Lin Shaoan gave Han Jun a cold look, and then stuck his fingertips to the fingerprint unlocker embedded in the straitjacket Then, after a crisp unlocking sound, the multiple metal locks on the restraint garment were automatically separated, and Han Jun's hands were finally free.

Without saying a word, Lin Shaoan held up Han Jun's chin, and pulled down the zipper from the base of the other's neck, which was wrapped in a restraint garment, exposing the other's sweaty chest.

"Hmm..." Maybe it was because Lin Shaoan's action touched the wound, Han Jun couldn't help but let out a low hum.

Lin Shaoan cautiously picked up Han Jun's cloth covering his left chest. He saw that the dagger had indeed pierced through the cloth and injured Han Jun's skin and even his muscles, but he couldn't do it again because of the resistance produced by the special material that made up the clothes. further.

"X-ray perspective instrument, bring it here." Lin Shaoan spread his hands and ordered to the assistant who followed him.

Soon, a portable X-ray perspective instrument was handed over to Lin Shaoan, and then he used this tool to confirm his judgment on Han Jun's injury.

"It's still far from the heart, it's just a skin trauma, and I won't die." Lin Shaoan finally heaved a sigh of relief, and the other people in the room looked at each other in relief for a while, and Natasha was so happy that she almost didn't jump up, although She still tightly covered her mouth, and her eyes were still full of tears, but unlike before, this time her tears came from joy.

"That's really bad luck." Han Jun laughed at himself and closed his eyes.

The work of stopping the bleeding was very simple, and the assistants could do it perfectly. After confirming that there was no poison on the short knife, they simply treated Han Jun's wound with a stapler.

"Are you reluctant to give me anesthesia?" Han Jun frowned, enduring the pain of the wound being stitched up when he was awake.

Lin Shaoan was asking Natasha about what happened just now. After hearing Han Jun's questioning, he said coldly: "The sedative and anesthetic drugs in the black tower have already become resistant to you. Do you need it? Is there a difference? If you really want to euthanize you, it may only be done by physical means."

After speaking, Lin Shao'an put Han Jun's restraint clothes back on himself. The black tower adopts a 24-hour restraint system for sentries who have been awake for less than one-third of the time, which is also to ensure the safety of all medical staff.

"As long as it can kill me, you can use whatever method you want." Han Jun, who was obediently imprisoned by the straitjacket again, twitched his lips and closed his eyes lazily.

Lin Shaoan frowned and looked at the other party's chapped lips and skin that had already been covered with sweat, and said to Natasha, whose mood had gradually stabilized: "I'll talk about the previous things later, and give him functional care first. He is seriously dehydrated." .Also, you have to change him into a straitjacket later.”

"Yeah." Natasha cheered up, brought the water bottle on the medical car to Han Jun's lips, and gently persuaded, "Come on, drink some water, I added a little honey in it, it shouldn't Stimulate your palate."

"Compared with water, I want to drink more now." Han Jun licked his chapped lips. Su Wei's words aroused the sleeping memory in his mind. He even thought of the man he wanted to forget subconsciously. Guide, his lover.

"Your current condition cannot be stimulated by alcohol." Natasha didn't know why Han Jun suddenly proposed to drink.

Han Jun opened those tired eyes, just as Natasha thought, the eyes were gloomy and lifeless.

"Just kidding, don't mind."

Han Jun narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his mouth obediently to cover the straw of the kettle, and looked at the white ceiling. Natasha followed his gaze and saw nothing.

For Yu Ziming, the suggestion of the future chief guide is indeed worthy of consideration. As the director of the guide management center, he does not have the power to decide Han Jun's life and death, but he can try to ask the black tower management center who has the right to decide. Make some reasonable suggestions.

However, when Yu Ziming brought Zhao Hongguang to the black tower, the guards guarding the door refused them to enter.

"Sorry, something happened inside, and any outsiders are temporarily prohibited from entering."

"What's going on?" Yu Ziming was slightly taken aback. The Black Tower, which is the medical facility for the mad sentinels and also the tower district prison, has always been heavily guarded, and has already formulated a strict and effective system for the management and treatment of the mad sentries. Except for a prison escape accident decades ago, he has never heard of any flaws in the Black Tower.

The guard hesitated, unable to answer Yu Ziming's question.

"We don't know too well. In short, the management center has asked us to temporarily prohibit people from entering."

Standing aside, Zhao Hongguang raised his eyes to the black tower that was close at hand. This building was taller than he imagined. At the same time, a depressive aura made his spirit feel a little uncomfortable.

As a guide with an ability of S1 level, Zhao Hongguang can feel the spiritual magnetic field full of sadness and anger emanating from the sentries imprisoned in the black tower better than other guides.

"It's really a sad building." Zhao Hongguang murmured softly. Suddenly, a silver-throated long-tailed tit appeared on his shoulder. It was the spiritual body produced from his spiritual sea. The spiritual body was the sentinel and the guide itself. The projection of mental power and state.As supernatural beings, whether they have a spiritual body is the biggest difference between them and ordinary people.Under normal circumstances, the spiritual body is composed of quantum elements, which cannot be seen or touched by ordinary people, but sentries and guides who are supernatural beings can see or even touch the spiritual body released by the other party, and communicate with it. Direct spiritual communication, even attack.

"Why did you release your spirit body?" Yu Ziming stared curiously at the fluffy tit on Zhao Hongguang's shoulder. This little guy looks round and doesn't really look like the spirit body of an S1-level guide, but In the assessment and assessment, it was it that followed Zhao Hongguang to pass the test.

"It feels something."

Zhao Hongguang turned his head and glanced at the chickadee who began to comb its feathers lightly. In this black tower, there were sentries that matched him very well, which also affected his mental body.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp!" The little tit that had combed its feathers uttered a crisp cry. It vibrated its wings and flew to the upper floor of the black tower, and finally hovered outside a fully enclosed window.

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.

"Director Yu, what are you doing here?" The person who spoke was a man with a stern expression. He was wearing the black combat uniform uniformed by the sentinels in the tower area, and he still smelled of gunpowder smoke.

"Ah, it's Captain Ling. Are you back from a mission?" Yu Ziming was stunned for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly at the other party.

Ling Feng nodded, and his attention was quickly attracted by Zhao Hongguang beside Yu Ziming. He looked at him coldly, and then looked at the tit that had flown back to Zhao Hongguang's shoulder.

"S-level guide?" Although the mental body of the other party was a tit, as an experienced sentinel, Ling Feng had already felt the powerful deterrent force from that chubby little bird.

"Hello, Captain Ling. Nice to meet you." Zhao Hongguang extended his hand politely. The sentry standing in front of him is the current chief sentry in San Neren Sata District. After Han Jun was injured, he replaced him. He also took over the position of the captain of the Guardian Special Operations Team, but it seems that he can't replace the other party's position in everyone's mind.

"Hello." Ling Feng didn't shake hands with Zhao Hongguang. He hated having too close contact with the guides, because those guys would subconsciously stretch out their spiritual tentacles to touch the heavily guarded spiritual barriers of the sentries. And physical contact will only make it easier for them to plunge their tentacles into the sentinel's spiritual sea.

"He is the latest S1-level guide released by our guide management center. Since Wei Chen's accident, I once thought that there might not be any S-level guides born in our tower area within ten years." Yu Ziming praised ramblingly. Zhao Hongguang, due to the scarcity of elite guides, the guides have less say in the management of the tower area than the sentinels, and the appearance of Zhao Hongguang, a rare S1-level guide, means that they may have more say in the tower area a weight.

Ling Feng didn't seem to take Yu Ziming's bragging words seriously. After the other party finished speaking, he repeated the original sentence: "So, what are you doing here?"

"Uh..." Yu Ziming looked awkward. More than ten years ago, Han Jun and Ling Feng were contenders for the chief sentinel. It seems that many people don't remember it, but the person involved will definitely remember it. So, what is he going to do? What about telling the current Chief Sentinel that they want to try to heal the former Chief Sentinel?

Zhao Hongguang, who was still a child 12 years ago, obviously didn't notice Yu Ziming's meaningful eyes, and he replied bluntly: "I want to do spiritual counseling for Han Jun. After all, I match him as high as 95%. It's a pity to try."

Ling Feng's stern face finally showed an unpredictable smile: "It's really scary, Director Yu didn't tell you, did three S-level guides have accidents while doing spiritual counseling for Han Jun? "

"He said it, but I still want to try." Zhao Hongguang nodded calmly, his eyes always smiling, with the purity and firmness unique to young people.

"Oh, let's try." Ling Feng raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and then glanced at Yu Ziming, who looked troubled, "Why, they won't let you in?"

"Yes, it seems that something happened." Yu Ziming said.

"Well, something happened." Ling Feng raised his eyebrows, and then glanced coldly at the fluffy little tit on Zhao Hongguang's shoulder, "Why don't you come in with me?"