[Full-time master] mottled

Pain; the nebulized suppressant was stabbing his airway...

If it was normal, Zhou Zekai would definitely feel that the world wanted to drive him crazy, and would feel deeply uneasy and irritable if his senses were exposed to so much external information at the same time.

But now, Zhou Zekai just sat there in a daze, letting the flood of information torment his fragile five senses.

He hadn't been tortured like this for a long time, and he had almost forgotten the torrent of information that had been tormenting him all the time since he awakened as a sentinel.They screamed, howled, and rushed towards Zhou Zekai like a storm. They wanted to erode his senses, drive his spirit crazy, and finally tear his soul apart, destroying him again from the inside out.

However, Zhou Zekai seemed to be in the eye of a typhoon, letting the torrent of information raging around him, he still just sat calmly.After a long time, he finally closed his eyes unbearably - after closing his eyes, what greeted Zhou Zekai was not darkness, but colorful mottled light and shadows - he was tired and wanted to sleep for a while.

Zhou Zekai lay straight on his back, the back of his head hit the not-so-soft bed, making a deafening bang, and the cumbersome buckles behind the restraints pressed against his back, excruciatingly painful.

Half asleep and half awake, Zhou Zekai heard the voice of "Qiu Lan" with a smile: "You are here."

As a different species, "Qiu Lan" should be locked in another cell far away from him, but to Zhou Zekai, who has extremely keen ears, she seems to be stretching branches and sitting in front of him.

"It seems that I have a good eye for seeing people." "Qiu Lan" chuckled lightly, and his tone was as calm as ever: "You really will betray him."

As soon as she finished speaking, a man let out a sneer—Zhou Zekai recognized the owner of this voice as Bai Xing—there was also a smile in Bai Xing's voice: "Madam Tang, don't you too?"

Because of Bai Xing's words, "Qiu Lan" sounded even more smiling: "I was abandoned by him, but you took the initiative to do whatever."

"After all, I have been a sentinel for nearly 20 years, and I have served the police department for another eight years. If I continue to persevere, I will really be sorry for my 'establishment' for more than 30 years." Bai Xing said righteously After speaking, he let out a barely audible sigh.

"Actually, you're already 'sorry'." "Qiu Lan" said lightly, accompanied by the sound of hair rubbing, Zhou Zekai was sure that she just flicked her bangs again: "I thought you would be imprisoned too. stand up."

Bai Xing smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'm suspended for investigation, and even if I'm locked up, my ability is 'teleportation'. Although Tang Junhao can't control it well, I can use it with ease."

"Don't mention Junhao." Just like when I was asked before, as long as Tang Junhao is mentioned by others, the voice of "Qiu Lan" will inevitably be filled with sadness. It seems that she really loves this person she has raised for 20 years. "Son" for many years.

"If I don't mention it, will he come back to life?" Bai Xing said, "He 'copied' my ability to Tang Junhao, which is equivalent to indirectly sending him to the point of no return. That kid himself is not good, play What's wrong, I play drugs, and as a result, I get carried away when I just wake up, and I lose control all of a sudden."

"...You came here on purpose." "Qiu Lan"'s tone was obviously aggressive for the first time: "Is it just to provoke me?"

"That's not true." Bai Xing said meaningfully, "I'm here to give some encouragement to our 'only hope', otherwise, when he pulls himself together, the world will be turned upside down."

"Really? Boy?" Although Bai Xing's voice was clear enough for Zhou Zekai just now, but this time, he really appeared next to Zhou Zekai: "Boy? Wake up, don't pretend to be asleep, you won't be able to sleep .”

Zhou Zekai opened his mouth, but still kept his eyes closed and whispered softly, "...Senior."

——The sound of vocal cord rubbing was so loud that Zhou Zekai couldn't hear his own voice.

"Boy, recognize the reality." Bai Xing squatted beside Zhou Zekai's bed. He wanted to reach out and pat his cheek, but he was afraid of hurting Zhou Zekai, who was extremely sensitive at the moment: "Your guide hasn't died yet. You're still decadent now." A little too early."

Zhou Zekai opened his eyes, and then he turned his eyes to look at the playful Bai Xing—he just glanced casually, but got a lot of extra information that he didn't want to know: There are many Red bloodshot, there are tiny fat particles under the eye bags, which proves that he has not slept well these days; his lips are very dry and slightly darkened, as if he has not eaten well; Wrinkles, it looks like Shirahoshi is under a lot of psychological pressure...

"Ah..." Too much additional information made Zhou Zekai uncontrollably tired. He sighed, frowned, closed his eyes again, and complained in a breathy voice, "...that's enough."

"Boy, you have already survived the sensory overload." Seeing him like this, Bai Xing couldn't help but put on a little teasing in his tone: "The torrent of information shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"

Zhou Zekai closed his eyes and did not answer Bai Xing's words.

Bai Xing sighed, and said: "Come on, let me teach you. The concentration of the inhibitor in this room is only half of the standard dose, you should still have the strength to support the mental barrier, don't use too much mental power, and the range doesn't need to be too large." Big, just focus on the head."

Zhou Zekai lay silently, as if he didn't intend to follow Bai Xing's suggestion, but the latter soon raised the corners of his mouth in relief - because Zhou Zekai's frown that had been tightly furrowed finally relaxed a little, and concentrated the mental barrier on his head. It made him feel like he was wearing a heavy diving helmet, which, stupid as it was, did insulate him from most of the meaningless flood of information from the outside world.

"Is it better?" Bai Xing smiled.

Zhou Zekai responded, and then he asked softly: "Senior, have you come here all these years?"

"Yes." Bai Xing said, "I'm having a harder time than you. After all, my guide really won't come back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the single cell fell into a long silence.

"So, you betrayed us." After a long time, it was Zhou Zekai who broke the silence, "Really?"

"It's 'betrayed'... Forget it, it sounds like sophistry." Bai Xing curled his lips in a self-deprecating manner, "I did do something wrong, and I don't intend to justify it, I have my own considerations. I neither regret that I helped 'him' as an internal response, nor regret that now I have found my way back and returned to the right path."

"Then you can tell me," Zhou Zekai stared at Bai Xing, with some gnashing of hatred in his tone, "What does that 'him' you are talking about want to do?"

"Yes." Bai Xing, who had been squatting for a long time, felt his legs a little numb. He stood up, stretched a few times under Zhou Zekai's gaze, and finally said relaxedly: "But I can only tell you what I know. After all, 'he' is not Didn't fully trust me."

Seeing Zhou Zekai's expression seemed to acquiesce to his statement, Bai Xing took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it up and took a deep breath, "Where do you want to start?"

"Where is my guide?" This is the question that Zhou Zekai is most concerned about and wants to know the most.

"I really don't know about this, I didn't lie, so you don't need to use 'sanctions' against me to verify the authenticity." After Bai Xing finished speaking, he added another sentence: "Oh, I forgot, you can't use it now either. "

Zhou Zekai fell silent.

"But Xiaojiang is definitely in the hands of 'him'." Bai Xing took a deep breath of cigarettes and said, "Don't worry, 'he' will not harm Xiaojiang until the goal is achieved."

"What is 'his' purpose?"

"I thought you knew?" Bai Xing was a little surprised by Zhou Zekai's questioning, "Didn't you already know about the '1v1 plan' from Xiao Jiang?"

Zhou Zekai muttered for a long time, finally he opened his eyes wide and muttered to himself: "...'pure'."

"That's right, 'pure'," Bai Xing nodded, "it's just that the purpose of 'his' now is to 'purify'."

There is actually no difference between these two words in Zhou Zekai's ears, but the latter is more arrogant and crazy.

"...Who is 'he'?" Zhou Zekai felt his throat start to dry out with anger, "I want to know his name."

"When I first met 'him', 'him' was called Ji Kangming." Bai Xing said, exhaling smoke slowly, the smell of nicotine drifted into the air, mixed with the foul-smelling inhibitor, it was very irritating nausea.

"And now 'his' name is Tang Jianbo."