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In the shadows, a crow flapped its wings and let out a shrill cry, flew away from the ruins, and quickly disappeared into the shadows... The child lying on the fat man's back shrank his neck in shock from the sudden movement, and tightened his grip. hands on each other's necks.

A pair of eyes looked at the boy standing in front of them with fear and admiration——

Fushen withdrew his gaze, as if he didn't want to look at the man on the other side of the ruins who had been exposed and his face became particularly ugly. He patted the ashes on his sleeve and hung the bow back on his back again, turned around to face him. Xiaopang said: "Come on, there is a medical room at the end of the corridor. If you are lucky, you can find what you need in it... Chu Mobai told me."

...Why would he tell you this kind of thing?

Fatty watched the calm-faced young man pass him by, he was stunned, and quickly put the child on his back and started to catch up with Fushen: "Why are you going to the medical room?"

Hearing this, Fu Shen cast a helpless glance at Xiaopang, then slowed down, stretched out his hand and picked up his pants without waiting for the other party to evade—then a dark brown spot on the ankle that was hidden by the shadow of the folds of the pants was exposed Come out... Fushen let go of Xiaopang's pants: "I'm not blind, when you were in the office just now you could sit but didn't stand, what else could it be if it wasn't an injury?"

"I accidentally scratched it while running." Xiaopang laughed, "It's okay, I can still walk."

"The smell of blood will attract those rats," Fushen didn't try to persuade, but just explained, "I don't know how many rats have escaped from the laboratory and are infected with the virus. If there are too many, it will be very troublesome—"

"This institute is really strange, what kind of mice and crows, it's like a zoo."

"Is it strange that there are these in the laboratory? As for the crow... I haven't heard of any department raising such a thing. Maybe it's a new one?" Fushen said while stretching out his hand to support Xiaopang, " If you can’t walk anymore, don’t force yourself, I can bring the bandage to help you deal with the wound..."

Even though they are of the same age, the people in front of them always talk old-fashioned and make people feel that they are being taken care of by him, which makes Xiaopang feel somewhat unconvinced—so even though he knew Fushen's good intentions, he still refused him to stay. The suggestion that was waiting here, endured the pain from the ankle as before and quickened his pace, but walked in front of Fushen: "I said no need."

"It seems that the overall quality of high school students in our country seems to be stronger than I imagined—both physically and mentally."

"God Le Fu."

"what?"

"Why are you speaking in the tone of an old man on the news broadcast again?"

"..."

After the life and death of being chased behind the ass with a gun pointed at before, being out of danger for a while made the atmosphere between the three people on this side of the corridor a little easier at this time, Xiaopang chatted with Fushen with Enoch on his back No, the child was lying on his back and drowsy. Every time it was Fushen's turn to respond to Xiaopang in a lukewarm manner, he cheered up and looked at the boy silently with wide eyes...

It seemed that Enoch really liked his brother.

"Chu Mobai", who was an only child since childhood, didn't quite understand the bond between brothers.

Since he had no way to respond, he could only pretend that he didn't feel the passionate gaze... He led Xiaopang and the others to the medical room, and found that although it was at the end of the corridor, the situation in the medical room was not very bad. It's just that the resting place inside was completely collapsed and shrouded in shadows. According to his memory, Fushen groped for the approximate location of the first aid supplies in the ruins. When he was trying hard to lift up a collapsed metal plate, he heard a Enoch and Xiaopang behind them let out a scream at the same time!

God Fu shook his hand, and almost smashed back the half-raised metal plate in fright—he asked rather annoyed: "What's it called!

Behind him, Fatty covered Enoch's eyes: "You fucking don't lower your head, and don't let go!"

He approached as he spoke, then bent down and reached into his hand through the small gap raised by Fushen, and quickly took out something—although he moved very quickly, Fushen could still feel his hand trembling...

"You can put it down now." Xiaopang's voice sounded in Fushen's ear, "but move slowly..."

Fu Shen didn't know why, so he could only put the board back carefully... Turning around, he found that Xiaopang was holding a dilapidated and bloody work log in his hand - he glanced at it casually and then was stunned suddenly. The familiar font on the screen made Fu Shen's heart sink hard.

——After Chu Mobai came to the United States, he was unfamiliar with the place of life and had difficulty integrating into the experimental organization for a while because of personality problems. As for later, most of Fushen's main design ideas for this work project were based on the professor's ideas.

In the past ten years, Professor Nott, who is getting older and older, gradually retreated to the second line. Later, his rights were silently emptied, and he only dealt with some simple marginal documents. Instead, his student Chu Mobai changed from an unknown participant to a Nott has always been very proud of the key core of the organization——

Chu Mobai himself has a very deep friendship with him.

But now, his diary was pulled out from the ruins with shocking blood.

"It's an old man. Before he died, he was still holding a roll of bandages in his hand, probably trying to bandage himself. Maybe he didn't expect the wall to fall down suddenly..."

"do not talk."

Xiaopang was stunned for a moment, confused by the suddenly deep voice of the boy beside him, the diary in his hand was taken away in the next second, he raised his head to look at Fushen, but found that there was no trace of emotion on the latter's face ——

"I don't want to hear it."

The boy said in an indifferent tone, while quickly stuffing the diary into his backpack, and then without saying a word, he turned around and rummaged through the burnt and damaged metal cabinet with only half of it left. what are you looking for...

For a while, the ruins of the medical room seemed a little quiet.

The atmosphere that had been so relaxed before became tense again.

After regaining consciousness, Xiao Pang felt that Fushen had been buried in the metal cabinet for a long time. After all, the cabinet was so big and there was only half of it left. It seemed unnecessary to spend so long searching, but before he had time to ask questions, the boy But he withdrew from the shadows, and threw half a roll of bandages and hemostatic potion to Xiaopang——

The latter had just bent down to lift up a chair to put the child on his back, hurriedly took the bandage and the hemostatic medicine, picked up the bottom of his trousers and wanted to pour the medicine on it... Fushen frowned frequently at that rude action : "At least clean the wound and your hands with water, so that you won't be afraid of cross-infection when you cover it with medicine?"

As he spoke, his eyes wandered around the ruins of the medical room, and finally stopped at the sink where half of the washbasin had been broken, so the "suggestion" directly became an "imperative sentence": "Go wash your hands."

"What's the point of washing it? Don't you have to re-bandage it when you go outside? Now you can suppress the bloody smell... God, I didn't say it, you really look like a——"

"handwashing."

"...In winter, the water pipes must have been frozen."

"The base won't," Fushen said lightly, "because there are things that need to 'control the temperature' more, so whether it's the underground 'refrigerated storage' for placing them or the central air conditioner or hot water used by us humans, these are all It is controlled 24 hours by a huge thermostatic system..."

"Didn't the laboratory burn down?" Xiaopang stretched out his hand to the faucet, "Then there will still be hot water?"

"That system will not be destroyed easily." If it is destroyed, it is the worst possible outcome for this research institute——Fushen swallowed it back in the second half of the sentence.

The sound of rushing water came.

After a moment of silence, Fushen looked at Xiaopang calmly and retracted his clean hands, wiped them on his clothes randomly, and said: "If I were you, I wouldn't be so confident to say such things. talk."

Fu Shen: "?"

Xiaopang hopped up to Fushen on one foot, stretched out his still somewhat wet hand, and touched the expressionless face of the other side——watching the face shivering suddenly after touching the cold, the indifference was quickly defeated Xiaopang was a little smug, he smiled and said: "Look, I'll tell you——"

Soon he stopped laughing.

Because he found that Fushen's expression didn't change because of the cold, and he looked at the boy's slightly shrunken eyes because of fear—the expression he would have when he was actually afraid of something, that was what he had faced before. Nothing even showed an expression when the experimenter was chasing him with a gun.

"What, what's wrong?"

Xiaopang's tongue was a little knotted, and he didn't have the nerve to say that I'm afraid that you don't show such an expression.Enoch, who was behind them, did not dare to say a word, but stared at the two "adults" slightly in confusion and unease.

Fushen quickly came back to his senses after a brief emptiness, his face was tense, he grabbed the backpack that was on the ground and threw it on his back. The necklace was tossed out——the gold-colored necklace with a blue gem on the edge drew a beautiful arc in the air...

"There is a problem with the constant temperature system, and it is completely unsafe here-if the system has just broken down here from the surface, then there are still about three hours before it completely collapses, if it is not... I dare not guess that now we are What happened to the base under your feet, you wait for me here, I will get the black box, meet here in 15 minutes, we need to find another way to get out of here immediately!"

It was the first time for Xiaopang to hear Fushen say so many words quickly and in a hurry, and he stood there for a long time unable to come back to his senses.

At this moment, the people in the medical room suddenly heard two shrill crows from outside the medical room—before they could react, why did the flying crow come back, and only heard a loud "boom" , There was a wave of heat outside the door, and the explosion seemed to have dealt a second devastating blow to the research institute. The whole building, including the base where they were located, was shaken!

"Fuck, what's the matter?! Those two bastards came in with a tank just now?!"

In a hurry, Fushen and Xiaopang hid under the hospital bed with Enoch. When the shaking stopped, he saw Fushen squatting on the other side holding his backpack, with a solemn expression on his face... After a long time, suddenly in this Under the circumstances, the boy suddenly asked a strange question——

"Little Fatty, do you know what a raven symbolizes in Norse mythology?"

"What? What? A crow? You ask me a crow at this time?!"

"Well," Fushen grasped the strap of the backpack tightly, showing a relaxed expression, "In Nordic mythology, the king of the gods is named Odin, and it is rumored that there are two divine crows on his shoulders, which symbolize "thought" and "magic" respectively. "Memory"—they fly all over the world every morning, and come back to report what they have seen and heard to Odin, and the crows are Odin's eyes..."

"I understand the truth, and you are telling me this shit at this time?!"

"Shh." God Fu pressed his finger on his cold lips. In the darkness, he stared at Xiaopang with those bright black eyes from above the backpack, shook his head, and whispered with creepy calmness, "It's coming Yes, the number six."

Fu Shen's words just fell.

The people under the bed heard the slight sound of birds' feathers fluttering, and then, two crows flew into the medical room one after the other, and landed steadily on the messy ground... One of them flapped its wings impatiently It jumped up and down on the ground, while the other one was much quieter. It retracted its pitch-black wings, turned its small head precisely, and looked at the boy squatting under the bed.

At that moment, the air seemed to condense.

It looks at him.

Just like not long ago, when Chu Mobai stood under the petri dish and looked at those red pupils.