Blame him for being too pretty

Before Song Guanxing got home, news of Song Yuhe's disappearance came from the hospital.

Fortunately, Song Guanxing set up automatic driving, otherwise the car would definitely rush to the green belt. He was so shocked that he almost had a heart attack, and turned around quickly.

Song Wuqi was much more vigilant than Song Yuhe. Whenever he passed by, he felt that he would be caught by the camera, and he would ask him to replace the video content. Song Guanxing couldn't find it for a long time, and almost fainted.

Fortunately, Bo Qiao rushed over immediately after receiving the news. Seeing that Song Guanxing was in a panic and had lost the ability to think, he sighed silently.

Bo Qiao forcibly stabilized his mind, and asked: "He has a positioning system on his optical brain, is there any movement?"

Song Guanxing shook his head with a pale face: "He threw the brain on the bed, and he disappeared."

Bo Qiao: "Then he..."

Song Guanxing experienced so many things this day that he was almost driven crazy: "His location program was also forcibly closed, and he couldn't be contacted at all."

Bo Qiao said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Song Wuqi is Xiao Zhi's personality, and his cognition should be based on Xiao Zhi's cognition. If he really wants to go back to Mofenfen, he will definitely choose to go back to Mofenfen." Take the nearest airship."

Song Guanxing was stunned for a moment, and his chaotic mind finally cleared up: "Yes, yes, I will send someone to the airport to find someone."

The largest airport in Nanhuai Star is Nanhuai Airport, and Song Wuqi didn't wear an optical brain, so he probably wouldn't go to other remote places to take a flying boat.

Bo Qiao could also see that Song Wuqi's personality was very conceited. He thought that if he brought him and replaced all the surveillance cameras, he would be safe, and it was impossible to beat around the bush like that.

Maybe he really thought he was hiding well and went directly to Nanhuai Airport.

Song Wuqi did think so.

It takes an hour to take the bus from Nanhuai Hospital to the airport. He leaned on him and fell asleep. When he woke up again, the bus had already stopped at the terminal.

He tidied Song Wuqi's scarf and hat, and led him out of the car.

"Find an identity and buy a ticket." Song Wuqi yawned, and said to him, "Go wherever you want, as long as you leave Nanhuai."

He nodded, raised his hand and clicked twice in the optical brain system, and the page suddenly turned into a row of red, illuminating his plain face.

Song Wuqi sat on a stool on the platform, saw the red light, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

He showed him the page: "Today all flying boats at Nanhuai Airport are banned."

Song Wuqi: "..."

Song Wuqi frowned: "All?"

He nodded his head, just swipe his finger casually again, and said "ah": "There is another class, it seems to go directly to Mofenfen."

Song Wuqi: "?"

Song Wuqi said blankly, "Are Song Guanxing and Bo Qiao treating me as an idiot?"

This was obviously a trap to catch Song Wuqi in the past.

He also held back a smile: "Then you go?"

"Go to hell." Song Wuqi said coldly, "Check to see if tickets are still available at other airports."

He manipulated it again, and said truthfully: "No, there is only one flight to Mofenfen at each airport."

Song Wuqi: "..."

Song Wuqi always thought that money was not a good thing, too much would be of little use, but he never thought that Song Guanxing and Bao Qiao would be so rich that they could park the entire airport in Nanhuai , and within an hour.

"I'm so pissed off." Song Wuqi was forced to become more and more irritable, and even wanted to throw himself into the trap. At that time, no matter whether he could return to Mo Fenfen or not, he would kill those two people with a knife first.

When Song Wuqi was irritable, he kept paddling his brain to find other flying boats.

Suddenly, a pop-up window appeared in his system, who had blocked all contact information. The window didn't look like an optical brain, but rather some kind of strange mechanical key.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Song Wuqi was so angry that he grabbed his hand and asked sullenly, "Did you find it?"

He closed his eyes slightly, the red light in his pupils disappeared instantly, he laughed, and said: "I found a flight to the capital of the ninth row, but it's a private flying boat, and the price may be very expensive. "

Song Wuqi raised his eyebrows: "Private airship? Is it safe?"

He nodded: "It's safe."

Song Wuqi had no doubts about him: "Then go."

He sighed helplessly, and didn't ask Song Wuqi where the money came from. After finding the address, he took Song Wuqi and boarded the bus to the private airship.

Song Wuqi has very little patience, and tossing around like this has made him more and more impatient. He is not in the mood to sleep while sitting in the car, and looks at the road outside with a blank expression, feeling that everything he sees is not pleasing to the eye.

Half an hour later, he took Song Wuqi to a private flying boat airport.

He is almost omnipotent, and he doesn't know where he got the money. After booking a ticket, he and Song Yuhe went to the flying boat together.

Finally seeing the flying boat that could escape from Nanhuai Star, Song Wuqi finally stopped being impatient, threw his schoolbag to him, yawned and sat down at random.

He didn't come in, but left the flying boat, as if he was waiting for something.

Song Wuqi leaned on the back of the chair and was drowsy. He vaguely felt a pain in his heart again, but he didn't care. He frowned and closed his eyes to rest.

But he didn't come in, and the flying boat didn't intend to take off, Song Wuqi became angry again after a while, and shouted: "He, when are you leaving?"

He didn't respond to him, only the sound of footsteps came from the passage outside.

Song Wuqi glanced casually, and immediately sat up straight as if facing a formidable enemy.

There were no other passengers in the entire flying boat except Song Wuqi. Bo Qiao came in from the entrance of the passage expressionlessly, and said coldly: "The flying boat won't leave today."

Song Wuqi said coldly: "What about him?"

Bo Qiao had already sent him all of Song Liuzhi's medical records, and at this moment he had acquiesced in what Bo Qiao did and was waiting outside.

"He won't come to help you." Bo Qiao said indifferently, "Are you going to follow me by yourself, or should I take you away by force?"

He looked at Song Wuqi as if he was looking at a stranger—or it could be said that he was a stranger, without the patience and gentleness towards Song Yuhe.

Song Wuqi gritted his teeth silently.

His core program was done by Song Wuqi, and even Song Yuhe only got part of his authority, and all authority belonged to Song Wuqi.

He originally thought that the bionic man would not be out of his control after he developed self-awareness, so he trusted him extremely.

Who knew, he sold him out without blinking an eye.

Song Wuqi became angry, and got up from his seat expressionlessly: "It's up to you?"

The seats on the private flying boat are very narrow, it's not like Mo Fenfen's kind of open space where Song Wuqi can display his violent skills, the narrowness makes him more and more irritable, and Bo Qiao seems to be planning to take himself back Killing personality, this cognition seemed to trigger Song Wuqi's more irritable side, and even the dark blue eyes began to brew a storm.

Bo Qiao stayed in the laboratory all year round, and only learned self-defense for a few years when he was in school, but his figure was much taller than the young Song Wuqi. When he saw Song Wuqi looking like he was about to charge up and tear him apart, he sneered With a sound.

"Are you going to kill him?"

Bo Qiao didn't want to get angry with Song Wuqi, and even thought he could understand his thoughts, but he couldn't accept that he wanted to take Song Yuhe back to that hell-like place to wait for his death for his own sake.

Song Wuqi paused, and frowned fiercely: "What do you mean?"

"He has Hera's disease." Bo Qiao looked at him blankly, and added, "You may not know what Hera's disease is, so let me change the word you can understand."

"He has Hurt's syndrome."

Song Wuqi froze, looking at Bao Qiao in disbelief: "What..."

Bo Qiao didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he tore out the diagnosis and treatment sheet on the optical brain, threw it in front of Song Wuqi, and said indifferently: "You can choose to take him back to Mofenfen, but according to my estimation, Without any treatment in a place like Mofenfen, he might not live for a year."

Song Wuqi stared blankly at the diagnosis and treatment list, which was exactly the same as the data Song Yuhe got in the small hospital half a month ago.

Hera syndrome.

Song Wuqi suddenly remembered that the old doctor at that time told him earnestly, telling him to tell his parents, and saying something like "targeted drug" and "still young".

So, is it terminally ill?

Seeing Song Wuqi froze in place, Bo Qiao walked over slowly.

He thought he had persuaded this irritable personality, but he didn't expect Song Wuqi to raise his head abruptly as soon as he passed by, his eyes still cold and stern. He moved quickly, and slammed his hands fiercely at Bao Qiao's neck.

Bo Qiao was caught off guard and almost got hit, so he could only dodge with his head tilted, but before he had time to retreat, Song Wuqi was like a vicious leopard cat, his wrist was directly stuck on Bao Qiao's neck, and he slammed hard Press Bao Qiao on the seat beside him.

"Bang" with a muffled sound.

Bo Qiao was forced to raise his neck, he had a premonition that this Song Wuqi would really kill him, the fear of being restrained by others made his whole body tense, the other hand had already been raised, but was hit by a tear up.

I don't know if it's Song Wuqi or Song Yuhe who is crying, but that face is still cold and indifferent that belongs to Song Wuqi alone. He exerted a little force, forcing Bao Qiao to raise his head a little more, and pinched him with the other hand. Hold the back of his neck so he can't move.

"It really makes sense." Song Wuqi lowered his voice, pressed it against Bo Qiao's ear, and said coldly, "I finally know why Yuhe is so obsessed."

Bo Qiao was strangled by the neck, unable to speak at all, and could only show him a mocking smile.

Song Wuqi used his strength again, and he said coldly: "Then what about him staying in Nanhuai Star? Can he be saved?"

Bo Qiao choked out a breath and struggled to say: "I... can save him."

Song Wuqi laughed: "Can you save me? I remember that there seems to be a problem with your experimental data. The drug that was originally planned to be developed within three years has now been delayed to a few years? Yuhe can live until you research it. ?"

Bo Qiao gritted her teeth slightly, her always indifferent eyes finally showed some fierce attacks.

"What can you do?" Song Wuqi probably enjoyed Bo Qiao's eyes, "You can't guarantee that the targeted drug will be developed within three years, but I will definitely make you feel happy when I escape with Yuhe this time." Be vigilant, in order to protect him, he will definitely want to kill my personality..."

Bo Qiao's heart skipped a beat.

He was wrong before, he always thought that Song Wuqi's personality was conceited and impulsive, but now Bo Qiao suddenly realized it.

Song Wuqi was not impulsive, and even had an extremely calm personality.

He can clearly analyze the pros and cons of Song Yuhe in a blink of an eye, and he is not the kind of person driven by emotion—otherwise, he wouldn't be so heartless to leave Song Guanxing, Song Yan and Xiang Jiu behind. Leaving Nanhuai without nostalgia.

"You only think about him being sick, but have any of you ever thought about how my personality came about?" Song Wuqi suddenly used more strength, and even wanted to pinch Bo Qiao directly. The trend of death, the voice almost came out from between the teeth.

"After 57 was scrapped, people would come to take revenge on him almost every day. They were repaired like 57 before, and they had always harbored resentment. At that time, they finally found a way to vent.

"So many people, so many stones, so much bullying, has anyone come to help him?

"No one came to help him."

As Song Wuqi said, he didn't know if it was Song Yuhe's tears that covered his face again, but his voice was still steady: "If no one helps him, then I will help him. I will help him get rid of all those who bullied him." I drove him away, and I made no one in Mofenfen dare to bully him..."

Bo Qiao stopped struggling and looked at him with complicated eyes.

Song Wuqi couldn't understand Bo Qiao and Song Guanxing's actions: "We have been living together for so many years, why do we have to encounter so many obstacles when we return home?"

Bo Qiao finally said in a hoarse voice: "You are not going home, you are just going back to wait for death."

Song Wuqi laughed with tears all over his face: "Isn't he just waiting to die in Nanhuai Star? Just to be more comfortable? But if you ask Yuhe, he doesn't even care about living comfortably, he also cares about dying Isn't it beautiful?"

Bo Qiao said, "Then let him talk to me."

Song Wuqi saw his plan, and stretched out his slender fingers to caress Bo Qiao's handsome face twice, then put his hand on it, and tightly covered his mouth.

"You're the worst person I've ever met."

"If it wasn't for you, we would have already returned to Mofenfen."

Song Wuqi's eyes became more and more stern, and he looked at Bao Qiao with killing intent finally: "You stole his heart, and you want to use his feelings for you to make him do what he doesn't want."

Bo Qiao's eyes widened suddenly, realizing that Song Wuqi was really planning to strangle him to death here, and without any further hesitation, his fingers struggled to hold Song Wuqi's neck, and pressed the fine potion onto the skin forcefully.

The special medicine was so strong that Song Wuqi paused when he sat on Bo Qiao, then his body went limp, and he passed out without warning.

Only then did Bo Qiao escape from Song Wuqi's shackles. He held his bruised neck and panted heavily, and it took him a long time to recover.

Song Yuhe lay quietly on his shoulders, as docile as if he didn't do the crazy murder just now.