Doomsday repayment duck

"On February 2011, 2, I found a new foothold and planned to move to a new laboratory in two days. I discovered a new research object and decided to start another experiment."

"On March 2014, 3, Wu Tian changed back to human form, and the maintenance time: one hour."

"On November 2014, 11, Wu Tian changed back into a human form, and the maintenance time: three hours."

The light of the incandescent lamp in the room flickered slightly. In front of the clean and tidy desk, bony fingers flipped the pages of the diary, and frowns were furrowed on the pale face.

It took three years, but Wu Tian could not completely transform into a human form. She could only maintain her short-lived human form by injecting medicine. The progress of this experiment has become extremely slow. Wu Tian herself is very satisfied, but for Still a failed attempt for her.

Zheng Jing's thoughts were messed up, and the stuffy air in the room made her almost breathless. She took off her glasses, and stretched out her hand to push open the glass window. The slanting wind and drizzle blew in from the window, soaking the paper of the diary quickly. Page.

She looked at the distant sky, letting the wind and rain wet her cheeks, the brows of her furrowed brows were soon covered with water droplets, and the rain fell from the tip of her brows, her indifferent face looked extremely cold.

The face is white and translucent, the lips are extremely light, and the black hair is scattered behind him, and the whole person is like a smudged ink painting.

When Qiao Meng walked over, it was as if he had broken into the set of an old movie, his footsteps involuntarily slowed down, and his heartbeat couldn't help but miss a beat.

She rarely saw Zheng Jing frustrated, to be precise, she should have never seen it.

She was stunned for a moment, and Zheng Jing had already noticed her, and suppressed the emotion in her eyes.

Qiao Meng was holding a sky-blue umbrella, and the umbrella surface was raised slightly. His bright face dilutes the gloomy sky, making the surrounding scenery brighter.

Her red lips curled into a beautiful arc, burning like a peach blossom, just like when the two met for the first time, she broke into her world unexpectedly.

The rain slid down the umbrella surface, and there was only a rain curtain between the two.

tick tock...

The fine raindrops dripped into the calm heart lake, splashing layer after layer of ripples.

The eyes of the two met briefly, but they looked away calmly.

Jomont squeezed the hem of his clothes tightly, and looked down at the little drops of water splashed under his feet.

Zheng Jing lowered her eyebrows slightly, picked up a handkerchief to wipe off the water droplets on the notebook, and asked softly, "Is there anything for me?"

Qiao Meng looked up at her face, not knowing how to speak for a moment.

It's really all right, just passing by, but she just couldn't bear to leave.

Chaumeng looked at the open window and forced himself to be calm: "Aren't your windows closed? Then there will be rain and the book will be wet."

Zheng Jing opened her eyes and looked at her face quietly.

She raised her hand and slammed the window shut.

The stickers on the window completely blocked the light, and she couldn't see Zheng Jing at all.

How could you close the window so coldly and mercilessly?

Qiao Meng almost wanted to shake the water in his mind immediately, she must have been crazy to not want to leave just now, the bastard Zheng Jing actually locked her out.

Damn it, is all the food she has fed these years fed to dogs?

Qiao Meng comforted himself not to be angry, Zheng Jing was just a dog, and she couldn't argue with the dog.

She looked at the drizzle falling from the sky, feeling a little melancholy and desolate in her heart, and she was about to turn around and leave.

The door of the room was suddenly opened, and Zheng Jing lifted the curtain, just in time to see Qiao Meng's expression like a blowfish.

There was a slight smile in her eyes, and she said calmly, "Come in."

Qiao Meng didn't miss the flashing smile in Zheng Jing's eyes. She was gloating, right? She just wanted to see her own jokes.

Qiao Meng was slightly annoyed in his heart, and became awkward: "I won't go in, I'm just passing by."

Zheng Jing looked at her with raised eyebrows, and raised the small notebook in her hand: "I passed by seven times the day before yesterday, eight times yesterday, and six times today. You passed by my window eight times on average this month, and the highest day is ten times. Five times."

Who would record how many times people look at her every day!

Qiao Meng's cheeks became hot all of a sudden, and he tried to quibble disheartenedly: "I'm not looking at you, I just want to dig some vegetables in the yard."

Zheng Jing snorted, and deliberately prolonged the ending: "I just said you were passing by."

Qiao Meng blushed to the back of her ears, she didn't tell herself, and fell into the trap dug by Zheng Jing!

It's too humiliating, too embarrassing, she'll just run away now.

Zheng Jing looked at Qiao Meng with red ears, and the corners of her lips curved slightly: "Come in, it's going to rain heavily outside."

"I said I was passing by."

"Well, passing by."

Qiao Meng clenched his fists, met Zheng Jing's beautiful eyes, and walked into Zheng Jing's room honestly.

She closed the umbrella, and put the umbrella on the corner of the wall. Zheng Jing stood behind her, and lightly threw out another sentence: "Do you think yesterday's green vegetables taste better, or today's green vegetables taste better?"

Qiao Meng didn't understand, so he asked, "What vegetables?"

Zheng Jing poured a cup of tea, handed it to her, and said lightly, "I think the taste is different."

Qiao Meng took a sip of his hot tea and asked in confusion, "What's different?"

Zheng Jing sat beside her and blew on the wet paper: "Yesterday, you stood by the window and looked at the green vegetables ten times, but today you stood by the window and looked at them nine times. One time is missing. Does the taste taste good?" Is it different?"

Her eyes were crystal clear, shining like stars, and her plain and pale face became vivid and eye-catching.

Qiao Meng's eyes widened. There was a pitfall waiting for her to step on this sentence, right?

She bit her lip and pondered for a while, this is not talking about food, it is obviously implying that she is the one who peeps at vegetables every day.

She had never seen such a narcissistic person.

When she looked out the window, sometimes she didn't just look at Zheng Jing, but occasionally looked at other places, okay?

Qiao Meng was angry for a moment: "If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?"

Zheng Jing pursed her lips and smiled slightly: "Am I pretty?"

Qiao Meng was stunned for a moment, how would she answer these words, to be honest, wouldn't it have fueled Zheng Jing's arrogance even more?

Zheng Jing propped her chin on her elbows, and moved a little closer to her, with a sense of oppression in her seemingly non-existent eyes.

Qiao Meng clasped the corner of the table tightly with his fingers, his expression unnatural: "It's just normal."

Zheng Jing said quietly: "You are also very ordinary."

Chomon: "..."

Childish or not, didn't she just not praise her?

Qiao Meng turned his head away from Zheng Jing's face, and his eyes fell on the notebook in her hand.

Although the handwriting on the diary was wet by the rain, it was still beautiful and clear, which was different from what she had imagined. She thought that at least the handwriting would be like the person's, crooked and confusing.

She saw Wu Tian's name, but Zheng Jing closed it before she could see it clearly.

Zheng Jing pressed the diary with her finger and pushed it in front of her.

The cover of the diary is black, with the back of a kitten on it, it looks quite lonely.

A little bit like Zheng Jing.

Qiao Meng turned to look at her, not understanding what she meant.

Zheng Jing said calmly: "If you want to see it, you can watch it directly, don't peek."

Qiao Meng was taken aback again.

Zheng Jing twirled the pen with her fingertips: "Don't want to read it?"

Qiao Meng was a little puzzled, and it seemed strange to read her diary in front of the other party. Although she was a little curious, she and Zheng Jing didn't know each other well enough to read the diary.

She was about to push it away, when Zheng Jing pressed her fingers on the diary, her expression was calm: "There is nothing written in it, don't worry about touching my privacy."

Qiao Meng was speechless for a moment, and it seemed that there was nothing interesting about the diary when she said it like this.

Qiao Meng asked: "Your diary is not used to record things on your mind, what are you writing it for?"

"To document events that are special to me."

"What special event?"

"You can see for yourself."

Qiao Meng opened the first page of the diary, the paper was already yellowed, and the time recorded was still the day when the end of the world began.

She only saw the first line above, her fingertips trembled, and she covered her mouth in disbelief.

"On the day I came home from the laboratory, the mutated dog was tearing at the last piece of flesh and blood from my mother, and my father left only some broken bones. That mutated dog was a pet dog I bought to accompany my mother. The day before the end of the world, it died spinning around my feet."

She looked silent, and her voice was like a gust of wind.

"I used to hate my father very much. He was always busy with all kinds of drinking parties and never cared about the family. When my parents met, there would be fierce quarrels. Later, when my father retired and returned to the family, my mother finally had a smile on her face. I thought things would get better in the future…”

"...I killed the dog I raised since I was a child, and went to find the senior brother and teacher I have always trusted."

"The teacher and the senior brother took me away from the familiar city. Later, the teacher also died in an accident. I searched for evidence for a long time, and found out that the senior brother killed the teacher, so I personally avenged the teacher."

"The Snow Linghua Project is not only my experimental subject, but also a key entry point to find out the truth about the teacher's death. I used to hate mutant beasts, and I also hated mutant beast people, and I hated everything in this world. I hated everything. Destruction." She expressed her heart without haste, and sighed softly, "It's a pity that by accident, everything went out of my plan."

Qiao Meng paused when he turned the page, staring blankly at Zheng Jing's eyes that were as silent as death.

Her brows are full of loneliness: "Now the teacher and parents are dead, and the same family is gone, and I am the only one living in the world."

Qiao Meng didn't know how to comfort him, so he just said softly, "You still have me."

Noticing that Zheng Jing's eyes fell on her face, Qiao Meng bit his lower lip and explained, "I mean you and us, aren't you having a good time here?"

Zheng Jing's eyes fixed on her: "Do you think I'm important?"

Chomon: "...very important."

Zheng Jing asked, "What's important?"

"This..." Facing Zheng Jing's questioning, Qiao Meng couldn't make up his mind for a while.

Zheng Jing's eyes gradually dimmed and disappeared in the darkness.

Qiao Meng grabbed her cold hand and said hastily: "It's very important, you have helped us a lot, Wu Tian can't transform into a human form without your help, you have made a lot of efforts, Everyone is watching."

Zheng Jing sighed, and said quietly: "But I have other motives."

Qiao Meng hesitated to speak, and couldn't help but said: "...You have been ill-intentioned for a day or two."

Zheng Jing hooked her lips: "Well, I will try my best to help Wu Tian."

Qiao Meng said: "Wu Tian said that she is very satisfied now, so don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Zheng Jing responded: "Okay."

There was another silence between the two, and neither of them retracted the hand they touched.

Jomon's eyes fell on the window aimlessly, and the sound of rain outside the window had gradually stopped.

She clenched her fist and said softly, "Then I'm leaving."

Zheng Jing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she held her fingers back: "The rain hasn't stopped, stay with me for a while."