Advent

A dozen meters away from Raymond's ward, there was a silver-gray room.

Allen even passed the door of that room on his way to Raymond's ward, but it looked as ordinary as all the cabins in this corridor, and Allen didn't notice it.

And now, in this closed room, someone is watching Allen.

Dozens of hidden cameras continuously conveyed everything that happened in Raymond's ward intact to the people in front of the surveillance screens.

Certain details were recorded in such detail that even if someone stayed in that room in person, they might not be able to detect it—but the sophisticated surveillance instruments in the Tianmao human military base would not let go of all of Allen's little movements .

For example, Allen's downcast eyes and tight mouth corners.

His unconscious resistance to the person on the bed.

When he touched Raymond, his body trembled slightly.

Also, when he seemed to have noticed something, when he raised his hand and lightly touched the back of his neck, there was a blush on his cheek...

"Raphael, you look like you want to get into the surveillance screen—"

Someone said coldly to the man in front of the screen.

The man who had just been driven away from Raymond's ward by the medical officer not long ago froze, and then turned his head to look at the other two behind him.

If Alan were here, he would immediately realize that the three people standing at the front of the screen were people he knew.

Rafael Weitz.

Sakhir Kruhn.

And Duran Leith.

There are also several assistants in the uniform of a medical officer, sitting in front of the instrument, observing and analyzing Raymond Morecambe's various physical signs.

The beeping of the machines and the whispering of people made this place look like some kind of observation center, the only difference is that what those people were observing was a comatose human being and the legal partner of that human being.

"What did you do?"

Rafael's face was a little ugly.

He had never approved of this kind of voyeuristic observation, but some people in the base were quite insistent, thinking that it would help Alan Morecambe to let his guard down.In the end, Rafael could only accept the reality with dissatisfaction.

It's just that just now, when he noticed that Alan's expression changed drastically and he began to touch the back of his neck, he instantly noticed something was wrong.

"Some hormone boosters, that's all, take it easy."

Dr. Duran met Rafael's murderous eyes, shrugged and said indifferently.

"what?!"

Rafael jumped up all of a sudden, he suddenly turned to Duran, and then grabbed the latter by the collar.

"What the hell are you thinking, you're spreading hormone boosters around an Omega without his knowledge?! Did you know that Alan has a genetic disorder called information gland dysplasia—"

"You also know...he's sick...he doesn't respond much to that hormone at all...I'm just testing it out...why are you in such a hurry...cough cough cough cough..."

Dulan was almost pinched by Rafael, but he didn't soften his attitude in the face of Rafael who was furious all of a sudden.

"you--"

"Don't make such a fuss."

Seeing that Rafael moved a little harder under an impulse, Sakhir took a step forward with a stern face, and separated the two.

"Cough cough cough... that's enough. If you want to chase stars... you shouldn't be doing this job."

After being free, Duran rubbed his neck, stared at Raphael in disgust and said.

"You are committing a crime!"

"...This is a plan approved by your Federal Security Bureau!" Duran raised his voice and said sarcastically, "Besides, please look at the screen, I emphasize again, this is just a tentative plan! And your beloved big star is right There is no response to this hormone at all, to be honest, I think he is much calmer than you now—”

"..."

Rafael looked at Sakhir in shock when he heard that, and then looked at his colleague and nodded at him, acknowledging Duran's statement.

"Although it is said that Alan Morecambe suffers from a congenital disease... Colonel Raymond's reaction to him is too strong, so the people in the Security Bureau think that maybe we can implement some exploratory plans."

While speaking, Sakhir turned his head to look at the monitoring screen.

"It does appear, however, that Alan Morecambe is, as Dr Duran has previously judged, quite insensitive to hormone boosters."

Rafael involuntarily followed Sakhir's line of sight...

Then he was surprised to find that the truth was exactly what they said.

Allen seemed to be fine.

……

In Raymond's ward, Allen withdrew his hand.

Although he felt it faintly, from a physical level, it was actually difficult for him to perceive the hormone boosters in the air—by the way, the so-called hormone boosters have a more popular name for Omega and Alpha .

"aphrodisiac".

That's what people call them.

If those hormone boosters fell between a normal Omega and an Alpha, I'm afraid they would have already triggered excessive intimacy between them,

Even an Omega that is not too sensitive will enter a hot flash within half an hour because of the hormone booster.He would be feverish, dizzy, and experience an overwhelming sense of emptiness and longing.

While yearning for Alphas, he himself will also start emitting strong pheromones, attracting all Alphas of the right age within a few kilometers.

After a short struggle, he will be completely reduced to the slave of instinct.

……

But except for the response of the information glands on Alan's neck, other parts of his body were the same.

Allen carefully felt his physical condition.

He didn't show any disorientation, no cold sweat, no thirst for Alpha.

His mind was clear, his thinking was sharp, there was no slight dizziness and confusion, and even his body temperature was normal.

Allen breathed a sigh of relief.

Relax a little.

He pretended that he was not aware of the clumsy methods of the people in the base, and pretended that he really focused all his attention on the body on the bed.

Because Allen knew very well that there were countless pairs of invisible "eyes" in this comfortable and luxurious ward.

Sure, the guys at the base keep those cameras well hidden, but Alan is none other than...

While other citizens of the earth are still studying, working, falling in love, and living ordinary lives, he has been wrestling with candid shots and stalking for many years.He even needs to rely on his intuition to know that he is being watched.

Allen would never want those people to know that the information glands under his skin were swollen and painful like a branding iron was burning his nerves.

Of course, Allen is also very clear that as long as Raymond Morecambe exists, it will be difficult for him to hide the problem of his information gland for too long.

"Raymond..."

Allen chewed on the man's name, tracing the body on the bed.

The anger that has been suppressed for a long time is like magma surging in the bottom of his heart.

This guy just fell into a coma and fell asleep, ignorant of everything in the outside world, and ignorant of the troubles and nightmares he brought to Allen.

As long as Raymond Morecambe was alive, he meant to Alan nothing but pain... and the punishment behind it.

When Allen learned of Raymond's death three years ago, he thought his punishment had finally come to an end.

But now, Raymond's reappearance seems to be mocking Allen.

Whether dead or alive, conscious... or still in a coma, Raymond did not intend to let Alan go.

He is a ghost, a shadow, those weird neighing that have been lingering in Alan's ears for many years...

【"This is what you deserve...Alan Bracewell...This is what you owe me. And what you owe me, you will never pay back..."】

In a trance, the pale body on the bed seemed to be deforming.

Allen gasped, staring at the man in his fantasy.

Little by little, that pale, thin and weird face transformed into the face that belonged to Raymond more than three years ago.

That handsome but cruel face.

【"You can't escape, Alan."】

The whisper that Raymond once sneered into Allen's ear seemed to linger in Allen's ear again.

When Allen realized it, he realized that his eyes were staring at the breathing device covering Raymond's mouth and nose, and the life-sustaining instrument pipelines on his body.

Allen's hand unconsciously reached for Raymond's mouth and nose.

A few days ago, those who questioned Allen seemed to have mentioned that Raymond's respiratory system was very bad due to being confined in the rescue cabin for a long time. What's worse, his internal organs were also affected by the strange The erosion caused distortion, he is now completely relying on the extracorporeal circulation device to maintain the most basic survival...

"damn it!"

At the same moment that Allen reached out to Raymond.

In the monitoring room, Sakhir jumped up suddenly.

"Call the medical team—Alan Morecambe might try to kill Raymond!"

His face changed suddenly, and he ran out of the door in a hurry while roaring like this.

Compared with Sakhir's urgency, the other people in the monitoring room were completely confused.

"What are you kidding? That's his husband... If Alan Bracewell was really that kind, he should have killed that guy long ago."

Duran said with special disdain.

"Alan is probably that kind of guy ... and he has been very cooperative with our work."

Rafael's attitude was even firmer.

He looked at the surveillance again. Judging from the video screen, Allen seemed to be just stroking Raymond.

Sakhir was already outside the door at this time, and when he heard Rafael and Duran's judgment, he turned his head, his tone and expression were extremely cold.

"You have no idea what Raymond Morecambe did to him—"

I have to say that Sakhir's attitude is indeed wonderfully convincing.

Rafael's heart skipped a beat.

"What exactly do you mean?"

he asked hastily.

As soon as Sakhir saw Rafael's obsession with Allen, a gleam of disgust and irritability flashed in his eyes.

"Raymond Morecambe is the son of Mason Morecambe."

He quickly dropped this sentence, and then didn't bother to pay attention to his stupid companion, and rushed straight to Raymond's ward.