Tigers ban coveting

Ling Junhan was still leaning against him, dangling his fake tongue with his fingertips, and teasingly said: "This sticks very firmly, take it off, and I will kiss you."

Duan Wu didn't care, he was quite involved in the play, and was very satisfied with this scary appearance.

He roared with teeth and claws: "Go away, I'm a ghost! Why don't you scream!"

"You said your face was painted so scary, I didn't recognize it at first." Ling Junhan smiled, pinched his bloody cheek and said, "But you have a smell of cotton candy, which has long been exposed Now, what are you pretending to be?"

Duan Wu cursed in his heart: It's all because of the cotton candy, he shouldn't be greedy just now.

He stretched out his hand and tore off the fake tongue, wrapped it around his hand, and said angrily, "It's boring, it's not fun at all."

"Then what do you want to play, I'll accompany you." Ling Junhan let go of his cheeks, took a step back, pretended to be frightened, hugged his arms and shook.

He said in a calm tone: "Go away, I'm scared, I'm so scared."

Duan Wu: "..."

You might as well not pretend, who are you humiliating with this play-watching expression?

He snorted softly, and knocked off the ones he was hugging irritably, "I'm so annoying, shut up."

"I made myself angry." Ling Junhan tilted his head and kissed him, the corner of his mouth was stained with blood.

He raised his hand and was slowly wiping, when a white-haired female ghost floated over behind him, he raised his hand and clasped Duan Wu's shoulder, "Don't look to the left."

"I want it!" Duan Wu turned his head and went, scared out of his wits.

The staff pretending to be a ghost thought it was a colleague, and with a ferocious smile on his back, he stretched his back and leaned against his face against his clothes.

As soon as Duan Wu's two legs jumped, he jumped up and wrapped around Ling Junhan's waist, and hurriedly urged: "Go, go, I'm chasing you."

Ling Junhan couldn't help but laugh, he was usually not afraid of anything, so why did he become so cowardly when he entered the playground.

He walked towards the exit with his ass in his hands, and the female ghost behind him was persistently chasing him. The whole scene was quite funny.

Duan Wu heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the bright light of the exit, and finally lifted his head from his neck.

He moved awkwardly, trying to struggle: "You put me down."

"Don't let go." Ling Junhan swaggered out of the haunted house with the man in his arms, and stood at the gate.

The sun shone on his face, and he almost laughed out loud as he stared at Duan Wu's painted face.

Passers-by frequently looked sideways, and finally two girls came over and asked, "Marshal, why did you take the staff out?"

Ling Junhan pretended to be stupid and looked around, "Where are the staff?"

"It's just this ghost." The girl raised her hand and poked Duan Wu's arm, turning her face away in disgust, "This makeup is too scary."

Duan Wuzhong is inexplicably savory and possessive.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, made the special effect makeup more colorful, and said angrily: "He didn't hug anyone else, he hugged me."

Ling Junhan smiled and put him on the ground, and when he stood still, he raised his hand and patted his waist, "Go and wash your face."

The passers-by were collectively shocked, are you playing so fancy?

Playing haunted house play is really exciting.

Duan Wu was so ashamed that he rushed into the dressing room next to him to change clothes.

Ling Junhan's mood was completely cleared up now, and he leaned against the door and chatted with the onlookers.

"He just wanted to come out again and again, and he was going to scare me. He was scared, isn't he cute?"

"...cute." The girl raised her eyebrows, which is enough to boast, your filter is too deep.

"I think so too. That little face is pink, like a red apple."

Ling Junhan praised with a smile: "This makeup also depends on the appearance, it would be ugly to someone else."

"Well, she's pretty good-looking." The girl nodded approvingly, and couldn't help but say, "Although she's pretty, if I look at this grimace, I won't be able to boast."

Ling Junhan nodded, and said in a flamboyant tone, "Anyway, I like him anyway."

The onlookers all stared at him. They thought he was a cool male god, but he turned out to be an idiot.

Duan Wuli was wrapped in that long robe, changed back into his military uniform, and came out angrily, saying angrily, "Let's go, it's embarrassing for such a person to watch."

If I knew it earlier, I didn't want to come out one after another, but I didn't expect that the clown would still be himself in the end.

Ling Junhan asked: "Did you take his clothes away?"

"The staff sent it to you, let me go back to scare you again at night." Duan Wu curled his lips, feeling ashamed of his childish behavior for being late.

His cheeks were hot, and he quickly waved his hands away from the crowd, "Don't look, they're all gone."

When everyone walked away in twos and threes with smiles, he turned his head and threateningly: "How about riding you in this suit next time?"

Ling Junhan thought about the scene, this time he was really frightened and begged for mercy in a low voice, "Ancestor, don't make trouble."

Finally caught this person's weakness, Duan Wu's eyes lit up, "Are you scared?"

"I'm afraid of death. I'm worried about the future." Ling Junhan rolled up the suit and folded it, warning: "Don't wear it when you go home."

"Just wear this to ride you, and I want to kiss you with that grimace." Duan Wu stuck out his tongue, deliberately threatening.

Ling Junhan glanced at him, and said helplessly, "I can't, you want to scare me out of my mind and have no sex life for the rest of my life?"

Duan Wu couldn't hold back his smile, his expression softened a lot, "I'm kidding you."

"You little brain has been pretending to be some kind of evil idea all day long." Ling Junhan raised his hand and patted her on the head, dragged him out of the playground, and sat on the mech again.

Duan Wu put away his playful expression, pinched his neck, and asked: "So, after all this trouble, are you in a better mood now?"

Ling Junhan exhaled, and gave him a very genuine smile: "It's much better, thank you."

Early the next morning, the two took an army and medical personnel to the laboratory of the Beast Soul Project.

In his final statement, Li Yingyi finally revealed the location of the laboratory, which was in a suburb outside Midtown, hidden in a fairly lush forest.

Covered by layers of thorns and covered by countless trees, it is indeed difficult to find.

Revisiting the old place, Duan Wu just stepped into this field, his feet began to feel cold, and the memories of the past surged up like waves.

He was stabbed with needles, tied up, humiliated by words, and escaped in a hurry. Scene by scene, as he went deeper and deeper, the picture gradually became clearer.

"Don't be afraid." Ling Junhan took a deep breath and pushed open the iron door.

On the hard walls were the scratches of beasts, followed by separated laboratory cubicles.

There are various intubation tubes and instruments hanging on the wall of each compartment, which seem to be set up to maintain the life of the test subject.

Duan Wu walked to the compartment numbered 037 and stopped, his eyelashes trembling, "I used to be locked up here with my parents."

There is now a new prisoner in the compartment, a lion with a broken leg.His blond hair had faded and he looked terribly tortured.

In the past ten or twenty years, the Beast Soul Project has never been terminated, and countless lives have perished here.

Duan Wu stared at the lion, feeling pitiful, full of pity for fellow sufferers.

Ling Junhan raised his chin and ordered his subordinates: "Release all the animals that are locked up, and check the entire laboratory one by one to see if there are any trapped humans."

"Okay, sir." The leader raised his hand to salute, and then asked softly, "How to deal with these animals?"

Ling Junhan looked at Duan Wu and followed his advice, "What do you think?"

Duan Wu pursed his lips, thought for a few seconds and said: "Leave it to me, I will communicate with them. Most of the beasts have been injected with hormones, and may not be able to return to the forest again. If they are willing , I want to form an army of beasts, which will be used in battle in the future. If they are not willing, I will send them back to the brink of destruction."

"Yes, I have no objection." Ling Junhan nodded.

He raised his hand to open the door of 037, and turned sideways to allow the medical personnel beside him to intervene.

The dying male lion was being carried on a stretcher, groaning hoarsely.

Next to it, various injured humans and beasts were released one after another. The roars of the beasts and the cries of humans for help sounded together, like an elegy.

The soldiers and doctors had never seen such a scene, and all of them looked solemn.

At this moment, they realized how cruel the Beast Soul Project was. These creatures were completely separated from the outside world with glass, and they were forced to become a test subject to be slaughtered.

Inhumane and vicious.

The laboratory fell silent, and everyone began to process the work in an orderly manner.

Ling Junhan took Duan Wu's wrist, walked upstairs to the top floor, and pushed open the door of the office on the top floor.

In the spacious office, there is a dark black couch covered with two pure white blankets, so white that it is a bit dazzling.

Duan Wu walked over quickly, squatted on the ground, rolled up the blanket and sniffed on the tip of his nose, his eyes turned red instantly.

He looked at the golden pattern around the neck of the fur, and said tremblingly, "This is... this is my parents' fur."

"Fuck, damn Li Yingyi." Ling Jun cursed with a cold face, feeling his whole body falling into a kind of rage.

He stood where he was, clenching his fists and trying to calm himself down.

After calming down for a while, he hugged Duan Wu who was squatting on the ground, and patted his back to comfort him, "Let's bury them with my father, shall we? After Li Yingyi's execution, we can take revenge. "

Duan Wu blinked, tears could not stop falling from the end of his eyes, he stubbornly opened his eyes wide and tried to hold back the tears.

He muttered to himself: "How can he do this? They won't let them go even if they die...Peel the skin off their body, it hurts."

Ling Junhan couldn't comfort him with words, anything he said at this moment was like stabbing a knife in his mouth.

If he had known that there were the furs of those two white tigers here, he would never have brought Duan Wu here.

"Come on, it will feel better if you cry." He bent down and kissed away the falling tears, and hugged her in his arms.

Duan Wu cried very quietly, not hysterical, not yelling, just sobbing slightly, crying silently.

He just felt a great sadness that completely enveloped him, his internal organs were smashed together, and it hurt.

The two shots in the snow seemed to have passed through time, hitting the heart directly, completely piercing the heart.

He leaned into Ling Junhan's arms, grabbed his collar with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "Hold tighter, I'm so cold."

It seems that at this moment, I have returned to the snowstorm all over the sky again, and I can't see anything clearly.

It would be great if this was a dream. When they woke up again, they were still running around like they were children.

It's just that the touch of soft fluff on the top is real.

Reality is constantly reminding him that this is the cruel truth.

He sat on the ground for a long time, until the tears ran out, and then wiped his face to restore himself to calm.

He belatedly responded to Ling Junhan's previous words, "Okay, let's go to Xichen Cemetery, now."

Ling Junhan bowed his head and kissed his swollen eyelids, and asked softly, "Can I go? Do you want me to hug you?"

Duan Wu shook his head, rubbed his numb calf, bent down and hugged the two blankets carefully in his arms and rubbed them.

Ling Junhan turned on the contact device and ordered: "All the materials in the laboratory should also be brought back to the barracks. Let's go first."

He embraced the wobbly Duan Wu, feeling as if he had turned into a bottle of glass at this moment, which would shatter at the touch of it.

Ling Junhan didn't dare to guess what he was thinking at the moment, so he could only press the temperature of his palm to let him know that he was always there.

The two went to Xichen Mausoleum, where a large expanse of lush fir trees was planted, and it looked a bit cold.

Ling Junhan called the person in charge and directly explained his intention: "Please choose a good location where you can see the distant mountains. We are going to bury an empty tomb today."

The person in charge hurriedly asked someone to deal with it, and quickly picked a place near the mountain, surrounded by an empty space, and there were two huge fir trees beside it.

When the wind blows, the treetops rustle, much like the trees in the forest where they used to live.

Duan Wu stared at the swaying branches for a while, and then carefully put the two furs in.

He took a deep breath and nodded slightly to the staff, "It can be covered."

The marble tiles were slowly covered, like a temporary and belated farewell.

He sniffled, pretending to be relaxed and said: "When you print out that photo some other day, you can paste their appearance on the tombstone. After all these years, I can finally sleep peacefully."

"Well, we will often come to see them in the future." Ling Junhan pinched his hand, and bowed deeply to the empty tombstone.

The two stood silently for a while, Duan Wunei finally regained his composure.

He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "Now go see your father? It's good for them to be buried together, they can be companions."

Ling Junhan held his shoulders, turned his head and asked the person in charge: "Excuse me, where is Ling Yang's tomb?"

"Follow me." The person in charge dutifully led the way, turned around and led to another open area.

The tombstone was cleaned gratefully, with a couple of fresh bouquets of chrysanthemums, it looked like someone had just been there.

Ling Junhan stopped in front, meeting his father as a son for the first time.

The father who has never been masked, but gave him life.

If he hadn't died then, what would it be like now?

This question seems to never have an answer.

Ling Junhan stared at the photo on the tombstone in a daze. The young man on it seemed to be in his early twenties, extremely young and imposing, with a sense of arrogance in his brows.

Although the facial features are handsome and tough, there is a tear mole on the corner of the eye, which makes the whole person a little more bookish.

"Commander Ling is a very good commander, but it's a pity that he died young." The person in charge stared at the photo and sighed, "It's really too tragic to die in the war, there is not even a body, only a sad news from afar. "

Ling Junhan didn't speak, just stared at the time of death in silence.

The person in charge had nothing to say, "Excuse me, what is your relationship with Marshal?"

Ling Junhan twitched the corner of his mouth and said softly, "A close relative."

"That's right, your surname is Ling, no wonder."

The person in charge scratched his head, feeling that his words were redundant, and muttered to himself, "In the past, your mother would come here every year on the anniversary of her death, and she would sit there for a whole day. Every time she looked very hurt, it can be seen that the relationship is very good."

Ling Junhan hummed, suppressed the turbulent emotions, and said, "Please let us stay alone with him for a while, thank you."

"Okay, call if you need something." The person in charge waved his hand and went down the side path.

He stared at the photo again, feeling turbulent.Even though it was the first time we met, I always felt that the ratio of the facial features seemed familiar.

But I can't remember where I saw it.

Duan Wu followed his line of sight, looked at the name on the tombstone and then looked at the photo, his eyes suddenly widened.

He grabbed Ling Junhan's arm with some doubts and said, "Well, the student who died in the previous battle seems to have a mole here, but it doesn't seem to be called that."

Ling Jun shuddered, took out the communicator to log into the military intranet, and called up the student's death record.

Because he was only investigating Duan Wu's gene injection, he didn't investigate further after the comparison.

As for the student's social relations or conditions before his death, including which war he died in, he has no way of knowing.

The name on the file is Lu Huai, and the photo next to it looks about the same age as Ling Yang.

The facial features are indeed different, the cheeks are sunken, making them appear thinner, but the expressions looking straight ahead are very similar.

As Duan Wu said, the location of the mole is exactly the same.

Is it a coincidence, or something else?

Ling Junhan's viscera jumped wildly, and his strong sixth sense told him that he seemed to have touched a deeper secret.

Trembling, he slowly entered Ling Yang's name in the gene bank, and the system searched for a long time.

The searched records are blank. .