glory [rebirth]

royal palace.

"Little light bulb, are you going to sleep?" Jiang Yao scratched Liangliang's stomach with his fingers.

Liangliang just finished drinking the milk, smiled silly at his father, put his little hand on the back of his father's hand and pushed him.

The soft touch made Jiang Yao couldn't help pinching him: "Sleep, okay?"

"Ah..." Liangliang looked very much like Mu Qingtong when he smiled, but his facial features were exactly the same as Jiang Yao's when he was a child, which made Jiang Yao sigh the magic of life many times.

It was a bond of blood, an emotion that could never be let go. Jiang Yao couldn't tell how he felt when he saw Jiang Hao for the first time, but he knew that there seemed to be something in the dark that was holding him tightly.

"Do you still want to drink milk?" Jiang Yao squeezed his small wrist, deliberately letting him touch the new stubble on his chin, "Your mother said, give you less to drink, and be careful if you drink too much. fatty."

Touching something that hurt his hands, Liangliang pursed his mouth, made an angry expression at Jiang Yao, and then pulled his hand back.

Seeing that his son was unhappy, Jiang Yao burst out laughing, and then pricked his face with his chin.

Liangliang was a little hurt by him, and kept hitting him with her little hands.

The baby's skin was too immature, Jiang Yao was still afraid of hurting him while playing, so he lightly pricked him a few times and then picked him up.

"Ah..." Liangliang grabbed Jiang Yao's ear, as if he was avenging the stubble just now.

"Don't drink milk anymore?" Jiang Yao patted his butt, "Hiss... little bastard, don't pinch my ears."

Liangliang just looked more excited, not like she wanted to eat.

Jiang Yao looked at the time, and it was already past nine o'clock. Usually, Liangliang was already unconscious at this time, but today was a little abnormal.

Such a big child must develop a good biological clock, Jiang Yao teased him for a while, and said, "Sleep, okay?"

Liangliang obediently leaned against him and yawned.

Jiang Yao flicked his lower lip with his fingers.

Liangliang was made uncomfortable by him, and looked at his father tearfully.

Jiang Yao hugged him and lay down slowly, and whispered: "Don't always sleep on your stomach, your head will be flattened, you are already ugly, and your head will be even uglier... Your mother doesn't know when she will come back , do you miss him?"

Liangliang couldn't understand what he said, and yawned again while lying on Jiang Yao's chest.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have let him go." Jiang Yao sighed, shook his bright hand, and called him a few times in boredom, "Little light bulb, little light bulb, little light bulb...wait for your mother to come back You will become a real light bulb..."

Liangliang couldn't keep her eyes open.

Jiang Yao took off his bright hat, stroked his son's gradually thickening but generally thinning hair, and smoothed them out little by little.

Then he fixed the hat and put it on him gently.

"Good night, son." Jiang Yao lowered his head and kissed his hat.

The stomach tube touched Mu Qingtong's uvula when it was inserted into Mu Qingtong's throat, and a more severe feeling of vomiting surrounded him. department.

The remaining blood and gastric juice were slowly drawn out. The amount of bleeding caused by the trauma was not large, and the bleeding was quickly stopped after being poured in with ice-cold salt water.

Mu Qingtong's head was dizzy, and all he could think about was what Lyle said to him.

I can take you out of this place.

Why did Lyall become so out of order?

On the one hand, his behavior makes people feel irrational, but on the other hand, he seems frighteningly calm.

Why did he repeat that sentence twice...

Lyle must have his purpose.

Is he really going to take him away?

Even though the doctors here were not as proficient in treating wounds as the nurses in the Third Hospital, they quickly bandaged Mu Qingtong. His main injury was in the abdomen, and there were no serious wounds elsewhere.

The pain in his body gradually subsided after a few hours, but he still didn't want to eat, and his stomach was extremely uncomfortable.

He has been lying on the bed not wanting to move, not even bothering to speak.

in a distant room.

"Lyle?" Jason tossed him a cigarette.

Lyle reached out to take it. Two waterproof band-aids were pasted on his face. His eye sockets and cheekbones were already swollen, and his left and right eyes looked very asymmetrical.

Jason didn't light a cigarette, he looked at Lyle for a long time, and suddenly laughed.

Lyle stared at him in silence, expressionless.

"I said you..." Jason patted his broad shoulders and said with a smile, "I understand a little bit now."

Lyle ignored him.

"No, I don't understand..." Jason said in a confused manner.

"It's time for you to take your medicine." Lyle sneered.

"What medicine do I take?" Jason shrugged, lit the cigarette, and said, "I understand that you really like Mu Qingtong."

Lyle: "..."

Jason paused for a while, exhaled the smoke in his mouth, and said very slowly: "You know we will give him a memory visualization, right?"

Lyle watched him warily.

"Oh." Jason covered his heart, as if he had been greatly frightened, and said, "Don't look at me like that, I'm scared..."

Lyall made a contemptuous gesture at him.

"Actually, you weren't completely unconscious when you were doing concretization, right?" Jason's tone revealed a certainty, "You know that people will be very painful when it is concretization, so you don't want Mu Qingtong to do it. "

The two were silent again.

"Huh?" Jason was halfway through his cigarette, but Lyle's still didn't budge.

"Do you really like him that much?" Jason asked, "Actually, you clearly know that the purpose of our concretization is not only for experiments, but more importantly, to verify whether what he said before is true... But you Beat him like this, he won't be able to concretize for a while...at least until he recovers from his injuries."

"..." Lyle listened quietly to Jason's words, neither refuted nor agreed, as if ignoring him completely.

"Lyle?" Seeing that he hadn't spoken, Jason kicked his calf, and continued, "You should squeak."

Lyall glanced at him, walked to the side and found a chair and sat down.

Jason: "..."

Jason took another drag on his cigarette, stared at Lyle's back, and said slowly, "What I don't understand the most is... are you really crazy, or are you pretending to be crazy?"

"You're fucking crazy." Lyle said coldly.

Jason was taken aback, pointed at himself and said in surprise, "Me?"

Lyle sneered.

"Okay, okay, I'm crazy, I've always been crazy." Jason quickly admitted.

He can't communicate with Lyle at all now, the other party seems to have built an impenetrable fortress around him, keeping everyone out.

Jason looked at him thoughtfully, what he guessed just now was probably right, that's why Lyle kept silent.

But Lyall was amazed that he should prevent them from concretizing in this way.

Lyle used to be a very smart person, but he would never do anything against Herman, and he remained absolutely loyal to Herman.

Before taking Mu Qingtong here, he gave Lyle an order not to allow private contact with Mu Qingtong in order to prevent accidents in the experiment.

Even if Lyle didn't give him a clear answer at the time, according to his character, he would definitely do as he said.

But Lyle is still smart now, but he has more capitals that shouldn't be there at his age, and his behavior has begun to be abnormal.

Was it because Lynn's memory had an effect on him?

While Jason was thinking about it, Lyle suddenly turned his head and glanced at him sharply.

Jason looked at him generously.

"Any questions?" Jason asked.

"Don't think about it," Lyle said.

"What am I thinking?" Jason asked innocently.

Lyle: "..."

"What I want to do has nothing to do with anyone." Lyle said.

Jason shook his head to show his admiration, and made a gesture of surrender.

"You're the craziest place in this place." Lyle confronted him.

"Didn't I admit it just now?" Jason said with a smile, "Are you still thinking about this?"

"If you have any doubts, report it to the marshal directly, don't keep babbling here."

"Okay, okay..." Jason agreed, and took out the communicator.

Lyall stared at him warily.

"Don't look at me like that. It's been so long and I haven't reported it to the Marshal. If he finds out, we're all screwed..." Jason stubbed out the cigarette, looking very embarrassed, "I still have to think There is a way to help you get around... Just remember, don't keep poking around, otherwise I won't be able to handle it if something happens. You probably don't want to try the feeling of being tied up again..."

"You mean I want to thank you?" Lyle said aggressively.

Jason tilted his head noncommittally, and didn't answer him directly.

"Can't you fucking go away?"

Jason: "..."

Lyall stood up, blocking the light on the ceiling, looking very imposing.

After looking at each other for a while, Jason raised his hand and said, "Okay, okay...I'll go, I'll go."

After speaking, he took the communicator and walked out.

After Jason left, Lyle stayed in the room alone, and there was still a faint smell of smoke in the room.

Lyle stared forward with a complicated expression, with a little tiredness in his eyes, he sighed, slowly closed his eyes, and fell down on the bed in a relaxed manner.

Due to the constant stomach discomfort, Mu Qingtong didn't sleep well this time, and woke up several times in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, he didn't move around, and the infusion needle didn't puncture his blood vessel.

He had all kinds of dreams, some from his previous life, some details about how he and Jiang Yao got along in this life, and some messy things, such as the two spaces slowly merging by themselves, and he met someone from another world Own.

Even though there are many dreams, none of them are in a very relaxed background. In the dreams, he is always in a state of tension and cannot get relief.Among so many people in his dream, he only missed Liangliang, as if he didn't exist.

Such a dream made Mu Qingtong very anxious.

The next day he woke up in boredom, still immersed in his various dreams and unable to extricate himself, the whole person looked very sluggish and depressed.

He subconsciously wanted to look out the window, but when he turned his head slightly, he realized that this was a confined space, and Mu Qingtong's mood became even worse.

Although he has been replenishing the nutrient solution, the hunger in his stomach ushered in a new round of nausea, and the acidic water overflowing from his stomach stimulated his throat to constrict.

The persistent vomiting reminded him of the period when he was just pregnant, but the two were completely different. At that time, even though he was uncomfortable, he was generally in a good mood, but now he can't maintain that state of mind no matter what.

Jiang Yao was looking forward to his return, so why didn't he want to complete the task earlier and find them.

He didn't bring anything in, but went out collecting evidence...

In order to prevent Herman and the others from discovering the abnormality, he didn't wear any tracker on him.

When Schwartz was attacked last time, the matter of tracking device parts in his teeth could no longer be concealed. He will definitely be inspected this time when he comes in.

He was worried that all his and Jiang Yao's efforts would go to waste.

The people here arranged him in a separate room. This time, there was an LCD screen next to the door, which displayed real-time images outside the door.

Maybe to avoid a situation like last night.Mu Qingtong thought.

There are also two cameras in this room, which are located at opposite corners of the wall. Like the previous one, there is no dead angle for the camera.

Because of this, the people here did not arrange anyone to guard him.

Thanks to the persistent pain, although Mu Qingtong was irritable, his thinking was always clear. The map he sorted out last night was still in his mind.

And he is also slowly drawing the map inside the basement, combining his own steps to record all the routes he has traveled.

The visualized schedule was temporarily postponed to a week later, and the staff told him the news when they changed the infusion bottle for him.

Fearing that Mu Qingtong would be bored lying down, he also put a few best-selling novels by the bedside, and said that if Mu Qingtong had any needs, just ask, and they would try their best to satisfy him.

In the past few days, Jason didn't show up once. Only the staff came to check him up routinely every day, and they seemed to be very concerned about his recovery.

Mu Qingtong could see that the person who gave him the needle looked anxious, but when he tried to talk to him, the other person didn't say a word, as if he was following some kind of regulation.

This made Mu Qingtong a little puzzled.

These people don't really care about him, but why do they care so much about their recovery?

Mu Qingtong intuitively realized that something was wrong, as if something had been overlooked by him.

All information from the outside world is shielded here, and he lives here as if isolated from the world. If he is not very familiar with his biological clock, he would not even know how many days he has stayed in there.

Perhaps it was because Mu Qingtong's body hadn't recovered during this time, and the injury healed very slowly this time, and she couldn't eat for the past few days.

After staying in this place for a while, Mu Qingtong gradually calmed down, leaning against the head of the bed and meditating with closed eyes.

Regardless of whether or not to concretize, he has to find a way to resist, and he must not let the other party spy on anything useful.

Yar City, Black Swan Legion headquarters, office building.

Dark clouds billowed in the sky, covering the entire city in darkness, with bright lights flickering inside the clouds from time to time to show their burgeoning vitality.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning that split the silence illuminated the entire area, and then fell into a deathly silence, followed by the low, heavy, continuous sound of thunder.

A colonel was standing in front of the desk, reporting something in a low voice. Opposite him was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a deep scar on his face, which looked hideous and intimidating. It is as solemn as a statue there.

"Marshal." Jason said respectfully.

Herman didn't answer him immediately, but after thinking for a while, he said, "You think so?"

Jason nodded, looking very determined.

"Then you have already made a decision, let's talk about it." Herman said.

"Marshal, I want to pretend to be ignorant now and observe for a while to see what he wants to do, because we are not the most anxious now..."

"Ring Ling Ling..."

Jason's communicator rang.

Hermann motioned for him to take it.

Jason glanced at the number on the screen, looking a little surprised, and said to Herman, "Marshal, it's a call from the laboratory."

Herman nodded.

Jason pressed the speakerphone.

"Colonel Jason?" the man on the phone said.

Jason glanced at Herman and said, "Is there anything going on over there?"

"Test subject No. 0 is applying for a visualization test."

Jason: "..."

Jason paused for a few seconds, then asked, "What did he say?"

"He said that you promised him that he would let him go within a week at the latest. He said that as long as you get the data, he can leave, but now it has been almost a week and there is still no sign of leaving. He also said If he disappears for too long, it will arouse suspicion from others."

All these words fell into Herman's ears, and Jason watched him waiting for his answer.

Hermann nodded.

Jason signaled that he understood, and then asked, "Is his current situation suitable for visualization?"

"I'm afraid it's not suitable, unless his physical foundation itself is good, the concretization will not have a great impact on him. But judging from his current state, not only may he not be able to bear it, but the results of the inspection will also be affected. .”

Jason: "..."

"Colonel, what should we do now?" The person on the phone seemed a little anxious.

Herman didn't intervene and left the decision to Jason completely.

Jason was silent for a while, then said, "Is the nutrient solution still in use?"

"There will be one bottle every day. Now he can only eat liquid food every day, and the amount is too small."

"That's not easy?" Jason said with a smile, "It's okay to mix a little sedative in the nutrient solution and let him sleep for two or three days first?"

"……No."

"Then let's do it quickly. After two days, we'll see how his injury is. If possible, start concretization on the fourth day." Jason ordered.

Then Jason hung up the phone and tentatively said, "Marshal..."

Herman didn't have much opinion on his handling, and said, "How about Jiang Yao?"

"As of this morning, there has been no news. He should not have discovered the fact that Mu Qingtong has left. The informant reported that the little prince has been with His Highness Jiang Yao. His Highness Jiang Yao rarely took him out, and did not let other people take care of the little prince."

"That's his son after all." Herman said, "Even if he finds someone else in the future, this is still the eldest prince. And you saw the photo of the little prince, who looks so much like him when he was a child, how could he not Leave him alone."

After a while, Herman said: "You have worked hard during this time, and the laboratory will follow the arrangement I just said."

"Yes, Marshal!" Jason saluted.

"Also, you have to beat him properly, don't let him become more and more presumptuous, and let him be too unrestrained, it will arouse his suspicion, you know?" Herman reminded.

"...Yes, Marshal." Jason rolled his eyes for a while, and immediately understood.

"Go ahead," said Hermann.

After walking out of Herman's office, Jason took out the communicator and was about to dial the number on the laboratory side, but he opened the dial interface, seemed to think of something, took the communicator back, and walked directly to the elevator. building.

Yar City, apartment.

On the day Mu Qingtong was taken away, Schwartz followed up with the little ladybug, but this time in order not to block the signal, he used a slightly larger model, and the camera was clearer than before.

It's just that he only had two such aircraft in his hand, and he didn't apply for more, so when they came to a certain garage, six cars drove out at the same time, and suddenly lost the direction of monitoring.

At that time, Schwartz chose two cars at random, but in the end they both entered the signal shielding area.

He was pleasantly surprised that he had found a very important clue, so he quickly opened the satellite image to check, but it showed that it was just an ordinary residential area, and there were still residents living in it.

Damian told him that there might not be any clues, and now that they knew they started from the garage, they could check all possible routes one by one.

Schwartz knew that this was also a method, but the efficiency was too slow.

"Dami..." Schwartz felt a little uncomfortable, as if he couldn't help anything, he worked around for a long time without making any progress.Although Jiang Yao didn't urge him, he couldn't stand it.

Damian hugged him and patted him on the back, telling him not to worry, and now there is no news from Mu Qingtong.

"I'm afraid something will happen to him." Schwartz said worriedly.

Damian shook his head and said: "He will be fine in there. He is also very important to those people. He has not been released for so long. They must have a lot of data to process. And Qingtong will also Take care of yourself and trust him."

"Hmm..." Schwartz pursed his lips and said in a muffled voice.

At the same time, the palace.

The huge office is luxuriously decorated, and the overall style is solemn and solemn. There is a solid wooden table with extremely complicated carvings in the room, and there are a pile of documents waiting for approval.

But what is out of place with this is that there is a crib next to it, and the baby lying in it is sleeping peacefully, and all kinds of small toys are hung on the head of the bed.

Suddenly the little baby kicked the quilt, revealing part of his shoulders.His Royal Highness immediately put down the pen in his hand, tiptoed to his side, tucked the quilt up for him, looked at him for a long time, and then went back to sit down and continue working.