atlantis

"She is a life, and she has been connected with your blood for more than four months, Morris..." Although he had expected Morris' reaction, as a Christian, Marco could not ignore this murder-like crime.He and Morris have known each other since they were young, and he can see that Morris is in a state of confusion at the moment, and even a bystander can see it more clearly than Morris.

"I heard that you get along well with Han Jing? Regardless of your uncle's strong opposition, insist on living with him in ROEDLAS?"

Marco paused, seeing Morris being indifferent, and slowly said: "I know you can't accept it for a while, but I suggest you think about it calmly... Your body should be clearer than mine? The curse of Atlantis It's not something that humans can predict, and no one knows if there will be a day when the mystery will be truly solved?"

"If the two get along well, why don't you...?"

"Help me get rid of it, Marco." Morris interrupted coldly again, with no emotion except the coldness in his eyes.

"Do you really want to make a decision right away?" Marco made a final effort, stood up, picked up the SG-I medical report on the table, put it in front of Morris, and pointed to the little life on it.He didn't believe that Morris was really hard-hearted and indifferent, otherwise, based on his decades of understanding of Morris, he would never be silent and let himself say so many words.

"Look here, her small hands and feet...I can already tell her gender, it's a..."

"Knock it out! I don't want to say it again!" Morris became agitated uncontrollably, his sword eyebrows were raised coldly, and he interrupted sharply, but when his eyes hit the medical examination report that was close at hand, his eyes were blurred for a moment, and in a blink of an eye He became icy and menacing again, and looked at Macro very calmly.

"You don't need to persuade me anymore, it must be destroyed." Morris frowned all the time, trying to calm down: "I have taken a large amount of Sodium medicine, which is an unimaginable amount, so it cannot be left at all."

"How much have you taken?" Marco frowned, looking at the report in his hand, a slight doubt flashed in his green eyes.

"Your medicine has been taken long ago, and I went to the hospital to prescribe it three times."

"You ate it all!?"

"Yes."

"Shit!" Marco slapped the table and swears, "Do you want to die!? Morris!? These drugs can kill several elephants!?"

"But didn't I sit right in front of you?"

"Okay? It's okay...but she is also well conceived in your body!" Marco suppressed his annoyance, looked at Morris, and quietly let go of the pencil holding the blond hair.

"Okay?" Morris caught the key words, and there was an imperceptible fluctuation in his indifferent voice.

"No way, Marco."

"What's impossible?" Holding the table with both hands, her long blond hair cascaded like a spring, hanging down to her waist, reflecting her slender figure. Marco sneered coldly, his handsome face was no less than Morris's.

"Your DNA is flawless, perhaps able to resist all poisons in the world? You don't want her, but your body is subconsciously protecting her."

"You mean I can't...have an abortion?" Morris paused for a while before saying the words that made him extremely ashamed.He wanted to destroy it quietly, in the simplest and most concise way.

"The chances are very small. At least from this report, she looks healthy... But you need a thorough examination before I can confirm her true condition?" Marco frowned, perhaps talking about abortion again, I suddenly felt a little irritable.

"Then arrange the operation immediately." Morris ordered in an orderly tone, his brows were covered with frost, and he ruthlessly rejected this unexpected life.

"No, it's been more than four months. It's not a simple abortion, but an abortion." Marco flatly refused, "You're going to have an SG-I exploration tomorrow, and your body can't stand it at all, Morris."

"I said no problem, Marco." Morris was sullen and determined.

Marco raised his eyebrows and said: "I said no, Morris! This is not a minor operation, and you are a man, and your body is different from ordinary people! I have to prepare, I can't let you have trouble, Morris!"

"This is my limit! You asked me to be a Christian to help you abort, what else do you want me to do!? If you had listened to me earlier, this situation would not have happened!"

"If you don't like that Oriental! Let him move out of ROEDLAS as soon as possible! I will help you deal with it!"

Marco couldn't help bursting into anger. When he realized his gaffe, he was stunned. He felt that something was wrong with what he said just now, and he suppressed his anger, and said slowly: "I just care about you, Maurice. You If you can't accept that Han Jing, then leave him as soon as possible, I don't want to do blasphemy for you next time."

"There is no God in this world, you should be clear, Marco." Morris looked calm, but lost his previous sharpness, and did not think deeply about Marco's obvious abnormality.

"I know, Atlantis? But everyone has their own beliefs..." Marco didn't seem to want to talk too much, and said: "According to the plan, the first exploration of SG-I is only half an hour? If you Continue to insist tomorrow, I will respect your intention and come to my office tomorrow afternoon."

"Can you destroy it that day?"

"it should be OK……"

"This matter can only be limited to the two of us, Marco. It was just an accident..." Morris said coldly.

"I see."

Marco suddenly took Morris's hand, stared at it, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I promised Aunt Catherine that I will take good care of you, just like in the past."

Morris's brows trembled slightly, recalling the time when he was a teenager, he was by his side during the difficult time after his mother died of illness.But after they became adults, the two of them no longer had the intimacy they had before.

"Okay, I have to go back to the federal government... If there is anything, call me." Marco let go of his hand, picked up the dropped pencil from the ground, and found that it had broken in two.He was stunned, then smiled, bent his eyes, straightened up, stretched out his hand and said, "Give me a pencil, or a pen."

"Why did you insist on transferring from Base No. 9? Your medical skills are top-notch?" Morris held back his thoughts and took out a pencil from the drawer.

Marco took the pen and said: "Because I can't blaspheme the gods, face Atlantis, and whip myself every moment."

"Think about it again, I hope you are happy, Morris." Marco rolled up his long blond hair, and his face was somewhat similar to Morris's, showing a completely different laid-back temperament.

"Thank you, Marco." Listening to this cliché, Morris replied politely. His face changed suddenly after Marco left the office, and he stood there for a moment...

"Anoid, a high-oxygen Charon star substance, in the process of exploring the structure..."

"Direct inhalation of Anoid substances will quickly destroy the blood vessels in the lungs, leading to pulmonary edema, pulmonary hemorrhage and even rupture, seriously affecting respiratory function, and rare oxygen poisoning..."

"During the initial exploration of CRN-I on Star Charon, Lieutenant General Adair, Brigadier General Shino Harada, and Captain Conrad were brain poisoned by Anoid substances, and symptoms such as disordered rhythm of life and insanity appeared..."

"From discovery to rescue, he died within one hour of Earth time..."

Flipping through the A-level confidential information on the optical brain, Han Jing took a deep breath when he saw the record of accidental death, and was highly aware of the danger of the first exploration for the first time.There are only five people in the CRN-I exploration team on Charon, and only one person can come back alive... No wonder there are only a handful of people who voluntarily participated in this SG-I exploration.

Han Jing put down his optical computer notebook, stood up from the sofa, and looked out of the balcony of the bedroom again. ROEDLAS is no longer radiant, and the light adjusted by the magnetic stone becomes soft and dim silently.

'Why hasn't he come back yet? Looking at the communicator on his left wrist, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, Han Jing frowned, and dialed Morris's connection again.The other end of the communicator was finally not busy with the prompt music, but after a long wait, what was waiting was a direct hang up sound.

Han Jing was stunned for a moment, and his heart couldn't help but twitch. This was the seventh time Morris hung up on his call. Even during the cold time when he first came to the base, Morris never hung up on himself...

'what happened? 'Recalling what happened at noon, Morris also refused to answer his call.why?You are still very happy at the weekend tomorrow, and you are doing well at the base these two days?There is even a feeling of warming up with each other, why is it uncharacteristic today?

Han Jing suddenly became uneasy, it was an instinctive premonition.He paced back and forth in the room, thinking back and forth, it seems that... a medical report will be issued in these two days, could it be! ?

Han Jing's heart!After a while, I hurriedly put on my coat, ready to change my shoes and go out.At this moment, the door was finally pushed open, and Morris walked in with a cold face.

The room was still warm and bright, but in Morris' eyes, it was extraordinarily dazzling.He didn't want to come back, but he didn't know why, but he came back after all...

Han Jing raised his head, and his heart sank. He was cold, and he felt that Morris's aura was very cold, exuding a sense of cold oppression.

Han Jing didn't know the reason, but quickly adjusted the atmosphere.

"Aren't you tired?" As soon as his fingers touched the blond hair on his shoulders, Morris bent down and quietly avoided the touch.

"It's okay." Morris tried his best to suppress the shame and anger in his heart. Although he kept telling himself rationally that the accident was not the fault of the other party, the voice that answered seemed to be the coldness of the North Pole.Especially when he bent down, he felt the tightness in his abdomen. He didn't think much about it before, but now he suddenly realized that it was shockingly obvious. His already thick waist made his pants tight and uncomfortable.

Feeling Morris' indifference, as if returning to the strange relationship before for a moment.Han Jing felt uneasy, and regardless of Morris' resistance, he suddenly hugged his stretched body from the side.

"You!?" Morris lost his voice.

Han Jing was taken aback, feeling that the body in his arms was unexpectedly tense, even a little frozen?

As soon as Han Jing put his arms around Morris' abdomen, Morris pushed Han Jing away like a hedgehog with thorns all over his body, and hurried into the bedroom.

'what happened to him? Han Jing frowned, looking at Morris, whose face was as heavy as water, with doubts in his heart.Morris never brought his work emotions back to ROEDLAS, and he was fine when he went out in the morning. How could he be a different person tonight?Just lost my temper! ?

Han Jing sighed, because of SG-I's preparations, he was extremely busy these two days, and he really didn't have much energy to slowly explore Morris's heart.The few dishes on the table were bought from Nereus by myself, but they were cold now.

Thinking of Morris hanging up his calls continuously, Han Jing was also a little angry, but seeing the increasingly thinner man, he calmed down a bit.He reheated a bowl of chicken soup and brought it into the bedroom.

Morris had already taken off his gray-blue military uniform, and stood there upright, suddenly feeling indescribably restrained.He felt flustered, especially when Han Jing touched that embarrassing place, his whole heart was in a mess.

"Drink a bowl of soup, I specially bought it from Nereus."

Han Jing handed over the bowl. There was a little oil floating on the fragrant chicken soup, but it was the slightest bit of oil that made Morris frowned, and the familiar feeling of nausea seemed to hit him.

Morris was so ashamed that he refused coldly: "I never drink chicken soup."

"Well... But when we were on vacation in Eureka, you can only drink this?" Han Jing tried his best to speak softly: "Even if you are sick, you should drink as much as you want. You have lost a lot of weight recently, Morris..."

"I'm not uncomfortable." Morris was unusually sensitive, and even had rare mood swings in his usually indifferent voice.

"Nothing is better...then you drink it while it's hot." Han Jing raised his eyebrows, suddenly feeling that Morris wasn't calm enough tonight.What makes him unable to control himself?Han Jing watched Morris secretly.

Morris secretly bit his lower lip, looked at the uncomfortable chicken soup, and insisted on taking it. He couldn't let him notice any abnormalities...

Morris took a breath and forced himself to swallow, but the more anxious he was, the stronger the nausea would be, wave after wave, endlessly, and soon reached the verge of unbearable collapse.

"Uh...!" Morris covered his lips in a hurry, forced the bowl in his hand to Han Jing, and rushed into the bathroom in a panic.

As soon as Han Jing put down the bowl, he heard waves of heart-wrenching vomiting, and he was so uncomfortable that he didn't have the heart to endure it.

No longer concerned about Morris' arrogance, Han Jing ran in nervously and hugged Morris who was lying on the toilet. His handsome face was already pale, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.Morris wanted to push Han Jing away, but another strong feeling of vomiting suddenly hit him. He hurriedly lay down, trying to vomit but couldn't vomit anything, and his stomach was full of acid.

'how so! ?It's never been so powerful before! ?Since I knew my condition, my body has become extremely sensitive, and I have felt sick several times in the afternoon...'

'Could it be a psychological effect! ?Or... does it know it's dangerous?Are you protesting to yourself? '

Morris froze for a moment, then bent down again in a blink of an eye, another hysterical vomiting.

Han Jing stood by, feeling flustered. Morris' situation was much more serious than he had imagined!I shouldn't have let him go in the past!Han Jing frowned, and kept stroking Morris's back. Looking at the small amount of chicken soup in the toilet, he realized that Morris hadn't eaten at all tonight.Han Jing finally got angry.

After Morris got through this, Han Jing helped him wipe off his cold sweat, and with a rare forceful attitude, he said firmly: "I know I have a bad stomach, but I am not sure about eating? Do you really not know how to take care of yourself? Like it." torture yourself?"

"!?" Morris suppressed and felt extremely annoyed.The humiliation he suffered was not bestowed by him! ?If the little one tortures himself, he will also reprimand himself! ?

Morris was trembling with anger. Although he showed fragility, his eyes were cold and frightening.

"Go away!" Morris resisted another wave of nausea that was about to surge, and yelled in a low voice, and actually said angrily for the first time.