Laid-off guide is a cat wife

During the more than 1000 days of being imprisoned in the low-temperature life-support cabin and living as a vessel for producing and uploading consciousness information, Xue Fang didn't spend much time awake.

Whenever he wrenched himself out of the deep coma for a moment, he would immediately bite his numb tongue hard.The pain-sensing organs that had been abandoned for a long time reacted sluggishly, and the spreading pain awakened a large area of ​​his brain nerves, so that he was able to open his eyes and return to the real world.

— Not a coffin, but a hundred times more terrifying than a grave.

The capsule cabin is small and cramped, with the back and forth against his head and the soles of his feet, without any room for movement.

The air was full of the smell of medicine, and three thin tubes were pierced into the blood vessels of his wrist, delivering nutrients, anesthetics and sleeping pills respectively.

There are also some more sophisticated electronic components, pasted on his temples, using him as the source of illegal consciousness content, like a cow forced to give milk on a factory production line, digging and squeezing his memory all the time, until every drop is gone. Nothing left, lost value, was thrown into a furnace on the other side of the factory and destroyed on the spot.

According to the inhumanity of that group of people, some fat may be left behind to make cheap and easy-to-use soap, which is beautifully packaged and placed on the shelves of major supermarkets.

Xue Fang carefully controlled the brain wave frequency, thinking wildly, maybe his kitten will buy the "Fang Fang brand" soap one day, and it will turn into bubbles and flow down from Miao Xun's body, which seems to be a good ending?

I just don't know, with his huge and vast brain capacity, how many years it will take those people to completely empty him out.

After his knowledge, experience, memory, relationship network and way of thinking are burned into a "little green card", every KB of information is calculated in units of [-] yuan on the black market.His life so far has been divided into large and small fragments according to the content, slightly blurred, marked with an appropriate price, and bought by all kinds of people with various needs——

Parents who are eager to improve their children's grades, criminals who want to escape but can't get an alien route, businessmen who plan to clear up relationships, office workers who don't have time to travel but want to enjoy the scenery of distant stars, and even just want to go to school after finishing their homework. An adolescent student who lies on the bed and closes his eyes to personally experience a virtual love process...

Illegal small green cards are as bad as the old pirated CDs.

But rather than losing his life in the end, Xue Fang is more afraid of one thing - someone copying his consciousness to deceive and hurt Miao Xun and his family.

He was in fear and panic all day long. After a short waking up, he was shivering in extreme weakness against the huge brain pain of inserting and pulling out the steel needle. The only thing I can say is: My Miu Miao, you must be fine...to live...

Until one day, he found that the operator of the production line would add the nutrient solution at a fixed time.

They underestimated his mental penetration and control.

With a little spiritual power, weak, insignificant, and imperceptible, it climbs up the fluid conduit upstream, reaches outside the closed capsule cabin, and carefully and quietly drills in through the operator's thumb. Once it reconciles with the human peripheral nerve, The spiritual power of a senior guide is like entering an uninhabited land, quickly finding a suitable place to hide.

Doing so is extremely difficult.Because he has to control himself to wake up at a fixed time every day under the continuous effect of sleeping pills. For normal people, this is simply a fantasy. Accumulation" becomes possible.

One evening, the accumulated mental power successfully captured the operator's consciousness.

"Click", the operator looked blank, opened the hatch in violation of regulations, helped him out, turned around, and carried out the instruction to blow up the production plant.

A smile appeared on Xue Fang's pale face.

On that day, the terminals of residents in two nearby provinces received early warning notifications of a suspected 3.5-magnitude earthquake.

The sound of factory explosions rumbled deep underground, sparks from burning electronic components splashed, and hot molten steel rushed into the warehouse, completely melting countless copies of stolen consciousness.Hundreds of capsules open automatically in an emergency, and those who have been trafficked and deceived wake up from years of deep sleep, angrily pick up the things at hand, and fight against the few operators.

In the chaos, there was an unsteady figure, stepping on the hot sparks with bare feet, staggering, walking along the wall to the ground, flowing through the dirty river, and melting into the complex slums.

And until the end, no one stood up and took responsibility for the illegal small green card factory.The local Baita Branch and the police station tacitly kept silent, and only concentrated registration and resettlement of the scattered victims.

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The story ends here——

"Why hide in the slums, you will control your consciousness, you can find someone to inform us."

Master Rong questioned cautiously behind the glass wall.

What stood in front of him and Xue Fang was the entire wall of vibrating glass, which is specially used for interrogating mental criminals in prisons, and can effectively isolate mental fluctuations and avoid their influence.

"I... don't know if you are all right. So it will take a while to confirm."

The room was empty and dark, and Xue Fang was sitting under the only beam of light in the center. He twitched the corners of his mouth, and turned his eyes to the silent sentinel behind Master Rong.

His sentry lifted those rare rusty eyes to meet his.The innocence and clarity have long since disappeared, leaving only a deep void.

Xue Fang laughed at himself, "And I have to think of a good reason to persuade you to accept a 'dead person' again."

Master Rong was not moved, and asked directly: "You stayed in the slum for a week, what happened after that?"

"I found that the 'Dirty Hand' was still active, and knew that the Rong family was still there, so I waited for my sentinel at the black market doctor..." Xue Fang coughed violently for a while, and then continued to say, "I was caught It's much safer for Miao Xun to take it away directly than to cough, cough, and to be watched by many people when I step into the central area... cough, cough, is there any water? Give me a glass of warm water."

Master Rong pressed the button of the wheelchair, and the android butler came in with water, and was about to open the isolation door when an arm suddenly stopped him.

"I'll come." Miao Xun took the water, expressionless.

Master Rong frowned, and reminded solemnly: "No matter who picks up a corpse, three years is enough to clone a perfect replica."

"That's his cell, too."

"..." Master Rong sighed deeply, "You go, be careful not to be controlled by his mind, after the interrogation, someone will take him into the treatment cabin, and after a month of isolation, wait for the mental observation report before making a judgment."

After giving instructions, Master Rong slowly pushed the wheelchair with his thin hands to leave, leaving them a space to be alone.

In the empty inner room, only Miao Xun and Xue Fang were left.

Turn off the monitoring and lock the door, and the sound insulation barrier is running thickly. Even if there is a distance, each other's breath can be clearly heard.

Miao Xun seemed to regard it as a utensil, examining it from beginning to end.

The sudden appearance of a person who has been missing for three years and sentenced to death is suspicious no matter how you look at it.With the current biotechnology, cloning a clone is a piece of cake. As long as you have the brain information of the deceased and infuse it into a new body, it is not impossible to achieve a seamless pattern.

Moreover, this "Xue Fang", or this body, has no spiritual connection with him.

"You must be wondering why you can't feel the connection between us." A dim light hung dangling above his head, Xue Fang raised his pale face, and published it like a ruined book thrown into the river The book with tattered white pages was blown dry by the cold wind after the tide receded, rustling: "I disconnected it."

Miao Xun was not surprised by this answer.

If he is unfortunate enough to fall into a similar situation, instead of leaving a sliver of mental fluctuations and making his spouse feel his pain day and night, it is better to disconnect from his own side and bear it alone.

Sentinels and guides, one prospers and one loses.

But Miao Xun still felt that he was selfish and arrogant.He didn't ask himself at all, so how did he know that he didn't want to share the burden?

"It's been three years, and you've grown up." Xue Fang stared at Sentinel's indifferent eyes, suffocated, his chest slowly filled with soreness and pain, forcing his teeth to chatter, and forced a smile: " It's even better."

Miao Xun knew what he meant.Before climbing into his car, he realized after crying for a while, and tied him up mercilessly and handed him over to the organization.

Xue Fang didn't resist the whole time.

Even when he was thrown into the bathroom as a prisoner and forced to wash his body with cold water on the rough concrete floor, he didn't even complain.

Young Master Xue probably has never been naked in such a rough and rough environment in his entire life.He didn't know that there was a pair of cold rust-gold eyes all the time, sitting alone behind the monitor and watching him.

…Sick and thin, with sunken cheeks and protruding ribs due to years of not seeing the sun.

… Various wounds, the largest being burns on the waist, knees, ankles, and small bruises, fresh ones still oozing blood.

The organization gave him a simple treatment for his waist injury. He grabbed the doctor and begged: "Please put adhesive tape on my other wounds, flesh-colored, not too obvious, and please bring me a set of long-sleeved trousers."

The intern is young and doesn't understand why.

The man told the doctor with a smile: "The sentinel's senses are extremely sensitive, which can reduce stimulation."

So, Xue Fang came to see his sentinel under cover.

"I'm not a clone."

Miao Xun asked back, "So?"

Xue slowed down his breath, "You can use any method to verify."

"Any way?"

"Correct."

"Go to the wall and get down." The sentinel ordered coldly.

"Why..." Xue Fang choked. It's not that he didn't know the meaning of this order, but he couldn't believe it.

Miao Xun said, "I won't repeat it a second time."

Xue Fang was silent for a while, and stood up from the chair with his heels propped up.His right wrist was locked with the back of the chair, and when he moved to the wall, he inevitably had to drag the chair.

If he still has the strength left, he can lift it with one hand, but now his body is weak, and the three years of captivity have exhausted the pampered body of the previous 20 years, and he only relies on cheap nutrients to maintain the minimum vital signs without supplements. With fresh food, you can't catch your breath after walking two steps.

When dragging the chair to lean against the wall, the sound of sizzle-la-la rubbing against the ground kept amplifying in his ears, his eyes went dark for two seconds, he stopped to catch his breath, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Miao Xun.

Miao Xun turned his head slightly, with an insincere smile on the corner of his mouth.

When he saw it, his heart ached even more, embarrassment and grievance rushed into his nostrils.

"Forget it, you are young... let you..."

Miao Xun thought that he would rush over angrily, but in Miao Xun's swaying vision, the man just muttered to himself, dragged the chair to the wall, ignored the embarrassment, leaned down slowly while leaning on the wall, and settled the posture.

Obviously Xue Fang knew about it.

Go to the wall and get down-these five words are the unwritten code inside the supernatural being, and they exist secretly in colleges, military camps, and private mercenary organizations.

Control, possession and submission.

It is a form of corporal punishment in disguise, and it is also a compulsive conquest on the spiritual level. It is often used by superiors to deal with difficult and thorny subordinates. Usually, there are people standing by the wall to watch, in order to peel off the opponent's bones and bully them. until tame.

Xue Fang never thought that one day he would voluntarily huddle in a gray-black corner, with his forehead against the cold floor, breathless, and nervously waiting for the people behind him to occupy him.

That bitter-sweet breath is approaching...

A hand with rough knuckles grabbed his neck from behind and pressed it down. Xue Fang said hastily: "I'm really not a clone."

The hand that was used to holding the gun slowly stroked his rapidly throbbing neck artery with the calloused palm, and covered his body with an unreasonable sentence: "Whether it's a clone or not, since it's made by his cells , then... no matter how I use it, Xue Fang shouldn't mind."

It's an exaggerated word.

But his guide told him: "I don't mind, I will always be yours."

Miao Xun's breathing tightened suddenly, and he began to vent seemingly endlessly.There is a lack of communication, touch, eyes and warm closeness, always at a distance.Xue Fang turned his face sideways with difficulty, and the small light couldn't shine here, so he could only catch the sentinel's sharp jaw and cold lip line in his dim vision.

Consciousness gradually became confused, Xue Fang drifted up and down in a half-drowsy state, his right hand was tied to the chair, he had to raise his numb arm, and lowered his posture softly to cater to him.The corner between the chair and the crack in the wall was dark and narrow. After a long time, he almost squeezed out enough air to breathe. In a trance, he thought that he was back in the coffin-like capsule cabin again, so he stretched out his left hand uneasily. , wanted to touch his bad little wild cat, but the other party avoided it.

so bad.His dear little baby, after three years, he was too unfamiliar to be rubbed.

"Cough...cough..." He took a sharp breath and choked, coughing so hard that his cheeks turned a little red.

The hem of the sentry's coat grazed his back, causing a nervous spasm.Rolling beads of sweat flowed down the vertical and horizontal lines of the abdominal muscles and dripped onto the guide's lower back, scalding as if it could burn small holes in the skin one by one.

It took Xue Fang a while to feel something wrapped around his ankle.

Fluffy, wet, and pathetic.

Wet...why does the cat's tail get wet?Xue Fang touched it lightly and slowly, completely opposite to the tyrannical behavior that the little wild cat cultivated on him. The caramel cream tail limply hid in his palm, and just as he was about to wrap his fingers around it, the tail He was hastily dragged away.

Xue Fang straightened his back and tried to turn his head to look.

The super fierce and super fierce little cheetah is wiping its tears with its tail fur.

When he found that he was watching, he pressed him down in a panic, hoarse his voice fiercely: "Don't look, and don't touch my face..."

But nothing convincing.

It turned out that the beads of sweat dripping on his back were hot tears.

Xue Fang stared blankly, and asked softly: "You want to bully me, why did you bully yourself and cry?"

Maybe this rhetorical question was too gentle, or maybe it accidentally hit the sad place of the kitten who had lost his family. Miao Xun bent his back, pressed his forehead against his shoulder, sobbed until his lips went numb: "I can't bear it... , I feel bad..."

When he came back to his senses, he felt that he was too embarrassing. Miao Xun bit his long tail that was running around, and blocked the trembling sound in his throat. Beside Xue Fang, he silently shrugged his shoulders.

Just now, he pressed Xue Fang's knee, and his chest hit the bone on the man's back, which hurt so badly.

The movement was too rough, and the tape on the guide's knee was worn off during the collision.

"Miao Miao..."

But the other party still called his name affectionately, propped up his body and leaned over, held his tears, and carefully kissed him small by small, because he was afraid of being pushed away, he just kissed his neck and didn't continue, but changed to With the palm of your hand, stroke the sentinel's back convulsed in sobs, as if, as if...

Many years ago, when Miao Xun was still young, he first walked into the "trap" set by the guide in the small black room, and was cherished by his... unique tenderness when he comforted him afterwards.

Miao Xun picked up his trouser legs, pinched his ankles and pulled them over. Amidst the old man's flustered breathing, he lowered his head and licked the scrape on his knee.The cat's tongue coating rubbed against the flesh, arousing the nerve endings to tremble violently, rough and wild, bursting out the desire to devour under the mature demeanor.The sentinel's hand slowly passed over the knee, stayed for a while on the collapsed and trembling calf, brushed over the ankle, and carefully traced the blue veins on the back of the foot with his fingers.

It seems to be checking, or seducing.

Xue Fang looked down and met a pair of eyes staring at him.

His soul trembled because of this, so he threw himself on it regardless, and drank this cup of melancholy bitter milk coffee.

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When he woke up, he opened his eyes, and the ceiling in front of him had turned into a soft white soundproof ceiling.

Xue Fang slowly relaxed the corners of his mouth.He is very familiar with this ceiling. When it was being renovated, he personally supervised the construction. In order not to hurt his sentinel's vision, he installed a natural light balancer.

"you're awake."

Xue Fang turned his head, and Miao Xun was wearing a small cream yellow apron, leaning beside him.

Suddenly meeting the guide's gaze, Miao Xun became nervous.He has lived through a bloody three years, and he has long forgotten how to play coquettishly with Xue Fang. Now when he wants to pick it up again, he almost stiffens his hands and feet. After rehearsing several times, he waited nervously until he woke up. Export, still stuttering:

"Well... welcome back, go home, do you want to eat first or kiss me first?"

Adults don’t choose, of course—

"all I want."

Miao Xun really lowered his body, closed his eyes and kissed him.

The amount that was missing for three years will definitely not be able to make up for it in a short time. Xue Fang somewhat regained the feeling he used to have, and instead kissed the little house cat until he groaned in his nasal cavity, and then sat at the dining table with Miao Xun.

He didn't eat either, he just looked at Miao Xun with his chin resting on his hands.

"You brought me back, what if the old man gets angry later?" the guide asked pretending to be worried.

A pair of eyes popped out from behind the bowl, Miao Xun said calmly, "It's okay, he won't care about it."

"Now you are in charge?"

"It is."

Xue Fang pondered for a while, "It just so happens that I also have something to ask you."

Miao Xun put down the bowl and chopsticks, waiting for his order with a calm expression.

The guide smiled: "I want to ask you to marry me, is that okay?"