Sentinel is not good

Song Jian is very unfamiliar with the word father.

He didn't feel much about father's love.I was abandoned by my parents.Zhang Mu said that the day he was picked up by them, he called his brother Dad, and he was ashamed.

At that time, I was still a refugee, and the big guy didn't have large-scale equipment like a mobile base to avoid natural disasters, so he would constantly change locations and move residences.And I am the least likely to survive among the refugees, my eyes are not clear, and I am still young.

Song Jian didn't know what his parents looked like. He only remembered that when he woke up that day, all the people in the camp had left.Mom and Dad dropped themselves.Perhaps they also struggled and felt sad, but they were indeed abandoned lives.

I was very sleepy and thirsty that day, and Song Jian realized when he grew up that maybe his parents had given him medicine, so he fell unconscious and the people around him were gone.

Later, I was so afraid of death that I hid in the weeds and dared not even move.

In the end, he was picked up by someone and dragged away. From then on, he had a family, a wolf, and a brother.

The desert was very cold at night, and Song Jian remembered that he curled up into a ball, his upper and lower teeth chattering.Brother brought the wolf over to sleep, and brought potatoes to feed himself with his mouth. The wolf feeds the puppy is mouth to mouth.

Brother is a very hard man, like a wolf, he bites into pieces and feeds himself.A wolf will take care of the weak, and so will my brother.

In that sandstorm, brother tied himself with a rope and ran forward with himself.Along the way, the two of them ran together with a hemp rope.Now the rope is gone, leaving a smooth rubbing mark around the neck.

He is a wolf's child, others call him "Hello".Brother Little Wolf doesn't have a name, but he named himself Song Jian.

Brother said, you are the puppy I picked up.

"From here, get on train No. 784." The manager's words interrupted Song Jian's memory.

"Number 784?" Song Jian was not flattered, only surprised.My authority is only up to 368, and getting on the 784 train is a serious violation of discipline.

"When you get to the terminal, get off by yourself, and someone will pick you up." The administrator, an elderly sentinel, opened the door for him.

Song picked up his glasses, and felt guilty because he didn't have a gun bag by his side.But if he was going to see Chief Zhou Yun, he was courting death with a weapon.

The 784 train came, the door opened slowly, Song Jian stepped in, wow, the carriage is so beautiful, and there is warm air.

The car seats are all soft, not bare metal seats, and there is cotton inside, so the butt doesn't have to suffer.There was only one person on the whole train, and this was a rare opportunity, so Song Jian simply strolled from the front to the rear of the car, and finally picked the softest seat.

Not only did he sit by himself, but Song Jian also released Xiaodiu to let him see the world.

"Look quickly, dad is just this one chance, let's go meet your favorite Chief Zhou Yun." Song Jian took advantage of Xiaodiao's inattention and pinched its snake letter.

The corner of his mouth numb.

Xiao Diu couldn't retract his tongue, so he bit Song Jian's hand with a bang.

Bite it, and the index finger oozes bright red blood.Song Jian smoothed out the blood, turning it into a streak of pale red, and didn't care, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.

Ever since an egg was born and he hatched it himself, Song Jian's blood has inexplicably more antibodies to the venom of the black mamba snake.This kind of snake is very deadly. Not only does it have a huge amount of venom, it can shoot a lot at a time, but it is also very stubborn. As long as it focuses on its prey, it will definitely attack repeatedly in a short time.

I'm afraid that the poison will not kill the other party, but in fact, it can be done with one bite.

The first time he was bitten by Xiao Diu was when Song Jian insisted on taking a bath with Xiao Diu. At that time Xiao Diu was only 30 centimeters.Xiaodiu is a tree snake and doesn't like water. Song Jian insisted on washing it, but his finger was bitten.

It didn't hurt, but Song Jian was so frightened that he immediately pressed the wound, wishing he could draw out the short knife and cut off his fingers to save his life.

The black mamba's venom acts quickly, two drops can kill a person, and fainting, difficulty breathing, and uneven heartbeat should appear immediately.But no, Song Jian stood up slowly, not only not dead, but also very excited.

That kind of excitement is similar to being picked up by a little kid.

After finding out that he would not be poisoned to death, Song Jian dragged Xiao Diu over and had a good wash.Later, he read many books. It turned out that the venom of the black mamba snake contains ingredients similar to stimulant drugs, so a bite will not hurt particularly, but it is confusing. Many people only realize it after breathing paralysis.

And most of the survivors say that after the black mamba bites, there is that pleasure.

The train ran smoothly and stopped slowly.Song Jian put Xiao Diu back into the picture, and got out of the car carefully.

Sure enough, someone picked him up, and he was also a sentinel.To be able to work here must be an S rank.

The man didn't say a word, and walked along with Song Jian.Song Jian didn't speak, just looked around through the non-prescription glasses.Compared with the place where I live and here, the gap is huge.

The lights here are not incandescent, but warm yellow, which is a kind of protection for the sentry's eyesight.Secondly, the sound insulation is very good, you can't hear any wind, even if it is a violent storm outside.

And there are windows, Song Jian seized the opportunity to look out, the sky was dark, and a mobile base the size of a city was advancing.

The soundproof glass blocked the sharp wind noise for him.

There is even darker blackness in the thick black, and from time to time, it is illuminated by the bright sentry lights of the base, showing metallic gray.Compared with the storm, Song Jian is now more afraid of that thing.

A finger-long insect that moves in groups. They are completely adapted to the storm and rise and fall with the storm. The refugees will use it to predict the direction and time of the storm, and they are also called wind chasers.

But in fact, this swarm is so aggressive that it can smash the glass of the recycling truck.

The corridor was covered with carpet, the soft feeling made Song Jian novel, and even wanted to take Xiao Diu out and let him have a try.There are many doors on both sides. Song Jian guessed that the doors are actually hexagonal holes one by one, used for sleeping.

It's just bigger than your own hole.

"Here, Chief Zhou Yun is inside." The man stopped.

"Oh." Song Jian pushed his glasses, "Thank you..." Just after saying a word, the man left.

Are all S-level sentries so unreasonable?Song Jian lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Baba, I'm at the door."

"Very good. Then you don't need to respond, just follow my instructions. Zhou Yun happens to be your surveillance target, is he going to be your father now?"

Song Jian frowned, really wanted to beat him up.

"Let him be." Wang Ba continued, "Get close to him at all costs, close to useful information, go."

Huh, Song Jian took a breath, he didn't want to get close to useful information, he was a useless informant, he just wanted to find brother. "Report, report number 10047B!"

The door didn't open.

He yelled again.This time the door opened, only a crack was opened, but the smell of blood wafted out of the door.

Song Jian swallowed nervously, what was waiting for him?murder?

No, for a commander at Zhou Yun's level to kill himself, it's not called murder, it's called reasonable execution.

"Come in." There was a voice through the door.

Song Jian took a step and walked in.Zhou Yun's voice was nice, neither high nor low, nor aggressive.

Nice voice is a great temptation for Song Jian. When he can't see the world clearly, voice is the only channel of communication.

He would tilt his head to listen, how many people were around him, how close they were to him, from various footsteps, he could tell that his brother was back, and he could also tell whether he was injured or not.

My brother's voice is nice and clean, but this kind of cleanliness only lasts until puberty.

One morning, my brother became dumb. Zhang Mu said that this is the voice change period, every boy has it, and after the change, he will have a man's voice.Song Jian secretly kissed his brother's Adam's apple in the tent, wanting him to heal quickly.

He didn't like his brother's voice during the voice change period, it was too hoarse, and he didn't seem to be the same person.Zhang Mu also said that the voice after the voice change period is different from before, and Song Jian panicked. He can't imagine his brother's voice after the voice change. If the voice is different, for a person with poor eyesight, it will be two people.

However, something happened before my brother had finished his voice-changing period.

There was also warm yellow light in the room. Song Jian thought he was going to face a bigger hexagonal hole, but it turned out to be a huge bedroom.

He was dumbfounded, the senior commander's room is so big, and there is a window, the light is just right, not glaring at all.He looked to the side again, Zhou Yun was standing by the bed against the light, taking off his clothes.

Under the black trench coat is an officer's uniform, and under the uniform is a black shirt and gun belt.Take off the gun belt, there is a gun.

Song Jian moved his nose, the smell of blood came from his clothes, and then sniffed it quietly to confirm that Zhou Yun's body should be injured.He looked at Zhou Yun's back, and remembered those years before he was awakened, everyone was a silhouette in Song Jian's eyes, a good-looking and strong back was rare.

Brother is in his blurred vision, gradually getting taller and shoulders getting wider.

"Report!" Song Jian realized that he was distracted, and immediately saluted, "Report sir, report number 10047B, please give instructions!"

"You don't need to keep shouting for reports." Zhou Yun turned around slowly, and hung the removed gun belt on a wooden hanger.

Song Jian's eyes lit up, staring at the hanger without moving.This can be used as a snake climbing frame.

"What are you looking at, Sentinel?" Sensing the movement of Song Jian's eyes, Zhou Yun stretched out his hand and shook in front of him to confirm that Song Jian's eyes responded to the light.

Song Jian quickly looked at him. "Sir, I didn't see anything. I was thinking about why you called me here. Did I... provoke you?"

"I said, don't keep calling for reports. Tell me, what were you looking at just now?" Zhou Yun took off his tie and hung it on the hanger, "Can you see clearly?"

A spiritual thread came over, and the subtle electric shock hit the shoulder from the fingers, and jumped up the earlobe.

"Reporting, sir, I can see clearly." In just a few seconds, Song Jian was already timid, "I was thinking...you are such a great commander. You..."

The spiritual thread began to spread, covering the entire bedroom.Song Jian was very scared. Zhou Yun knew that he was lying, and he was using this method to press himself. "I said, I said, I was looking at your hanger, wondering... if I could steal it and use it as a snake climbing on the hanger."

After finishing speaking, Song Jian felt that he was going to die tonight.If you don't seriously think about how to approach the guide, you will think about other people's things when you enter the house, and you will not be professional.

But those spirit strands disappeared, and the whole room felt no threat.Song Jian heaved a sigh of relief, the great guide is the great guide, and he doesn't care about himself like himself.

In the next second, Zhou Yun walked towards him.

As soon as he approached, the smell of blood came over. Song Jian smelled a lot of blood, and knelt down: "Don't kill me, I will never steal again."

Zhou Yun stopped again, frowned helplessly, and squeezed the space between his brows.

Song Jian was really afraid that he would find out that there was a bug in his head. The job of being an informant was too dangerous, so he quickly lowered his face.

"I just asked you to ask questions. Take off your glasses first." Zhou Yun knocked on his lenses, "Sentinel, how old were you when you awakened?"

"Ah?" Zhou Yun took off Song Jian's fake glasses, he raised his head, and a figure covered him.It was another backlit silhouette, the contrast between light and dark was so strong that Song Jian thought that he had gone back to the past, the years when he was blind.

There are no faces, only shadows.

The author has something to say: Lang Yun: It's great that the puppy can see me.

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