There must be something wrong with my krypton game

So, how did things get to this point.

As night falls, the lights of the pier illuminate the empty concrete floor, rows of containers are built on the abandoned land covered with weeds, cigarette butts, needle pipes and the remains of bonfires can be seen everywhere. This is a dance party for criminals and a paradise for homeless people.

In a container with a closed exit, there was silence in the darkness. Kanda Chuanyu was holding the sleeping child with his back leaning against the cold iron sheet. The salty sea breeze blew in through the gap of the container, which made him shudder. sneeze.

A coat was thrown in front of him.

There was a disgusting iron box in the coat pocket, Kandagawa Yu was hit in the face, and he took it out, it was a sealed medicine can.

The red-haired young man sat cross-legged at the exit without turning his head, and said coldly, "Eat the white one first, then wait."

"Wait for news from that guy before deciding on the next move."

Kanda Chuanyu: "..."

It's just a quarrel, I don't call you by name, are you a primary school student?

"What?" Seeing that he didn't respond, Verlaine turned his head and frowned, "Do you have any other questions?"

Kanda Chuanyu: "..."

The problem is big.

The biggest problem is-

He thought silently in his heart.

Why did you bring me out together! !

Back to an hour before the time, Kandagawa Yu stubbornly came back from the dead. His original intention was to remind them not to fight and run out, but he never expected that the reminder to him was indeed a reminder, but the scope of the reminder seemed a bit large.

So big that he reminded himself.

I don't know why, when they ran, they naturally took him with them!

Kanda Chuanyu, who finished the mission and prepared to lie down and wait for them to go out, went offline: "..."

So he showed them the way with a confused face, and was taken out of the research institute with a confused face, and then stuffed into a container with a confused face.

After that, the two top spies split into two groups, one went out to investigate intelligence, and the other stayed behind to wait.

God knows that the two of them did not say more than three sentences along the way, vividly interpreting the word "Cold War" with actions, but they just relied on tacit understanding and eyes to complete complex tasks such as task assignment, attack cover, and plan collusion. Called textbook-level partner coordination.

Except for one small, small problem.

It seemed that no one asked Kandagawa Yu if he wanted to leave.

Kanda Chuanyu: "..."

Embarrassing, so fucking embarrassing.

Now that he proposes to go back and die with the institute, is there still time?

Kandagawa Yu looked at the iron box in his hand, and fell into a silence of doubting his life.

This silence was obviously interpreted as something else. Verlaine looked away and said indifferently, "Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you can't go back to France. Rather, I didn't plan to go back in the first place."

"I can take you wherever you want to live. I have already made up my mind. No one can stop me, not even him."

"We are fundamentally different from him." The red-haired young man lowered his head, his eyes gleamed with an inexplicable light, "We are the same kind, and we don't need to care about any of his thoughts—"

"Ah." The phone vibrated, Kandagawa Yu rubbed his frozen hands, and read the message on it, "Mr. Rimbaud said that he has arrived at the backup safe house, and there is no sign of being passive, and it can be used normally, but if you If you can't get rid of the pursuers, he can also come to pick us up..."

Wei Erlun stood up suddenly, his face turned cold: "You look down on someone! No need! Let's go now!"

Kanda Chuanyu: "..."

Don't you care so much!

Kanda Chuanyu felt that what kind of strategy game was this, it should be called a gold medal mediation.

Since he entered the game, he was either sorting out other people's knots, or he was on the way to sort out other people's knots.

Verlaine led them all the way back to the safe house with a cold face. Rimbaud had already changed into a suit with a false identity, his long black hair was tied up behind his head, and he took a bottle of brandy from the wine cabinet, and the liquid swirled into the goblet.

The two looked at each other, Verlaine simply looked away, Rimbaud opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't speak in the end.

Another silence enough to freeze the North Pole.

Kandagawa Yu hugged Nakahara Chuya, trying to ease the atmosphere, "Well, is the wine good?" No one paid him any attention.

Kanda Chuanyu: "..."

He seems to have returned to the social horror moment at the party that whatever topic he brings up will be silenced.

In the end, it was Rimbaud who broke the weird atmosphere. He looked in Verlaine's direction and thought for a long time.

"I think we need to talk."

Yu Kandagawa couldn't agree more - that's right!I think you guys should have a good talk before doing this quest!

Don't add unnecessary mediation tasks to innocent passers-by!

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and planned to leave quietly with Zhongya, but just as he stepped up the steps, a hand grabbed the back collar.

Verlaine nodded, "We really need to talk."

"Right here, all together."

Kanda Chuanyu: "..."

Let me go please!real!

The so-called everyone, of course, does not include Nakahara Nakaya, who is still under the effect of the tranquilizer, so the only unlucky person who was caught in the end was Yu Kandagawa.

The white-haired young man took a carton of milk from the refrigerator, warmed himself a cup, and sat listlessly between the two of them.

To be precise, he pretended to be hot milk to try to avoid the quarrel between the two, and then Verlaine carried him and forced him to the position between them.

Kanda Chuanyu: Weak, pitiful and helpless.

What can I do, I can't beat them.

As the more mature of the two, Rimbaud is always the first to break the deadlock.

"The port is closed by the military and police. We need to stay in Yokohama for a while. I haven't tried to contact the organization yet. Before that, I want to confirm your thoughts..."

Verlaine said calmly, "I don't intend to leave, Rimbaud, I want to bring them to live here."

Rimbaud frowned incomprehensibly, "Why? Just because others say you are not human?"

"No! It's not someone else!" Verlaine retorted, "It's me. I'm not a human being. We're different from you. We're the real kind!"

"I don't understand, you're obviously human, Pavel—"

"Oh, 'I'm a human'." The red-haired young man raised his head and sneered, stood up and interrupted him, "This is the sentence I hate to hear the most."

"You'll never understand, because you'll never be 'not human'."

After Verlaine finished speaking, he turned and went upstairs, leaving only the suffocating silence at the table.

Kandagawa Yu sighed, and glanced cautiously to the side, the black-haired man didn't seem to be angry.

So he nodded slightly, pointed upstairs, "Sorry, I'll..."

The second floor was very dark, Verlaine didn't turn on the lights, but just sat in the corner of the room, quietly watching Chuya Nakahara who was sleeping soundly.

Kandagawa Yu didn't know what to say, so he sat down beside him and stared at the child's sleeping face.

The sky is full of stardust, the crescent moon hangs among the stars, and the moving flashes slide down from the slanted windows and sprinkle on the floor, embellishing this space like a dream.

He got sleepy just looking at it, yawned when he was sleepy, then couldn't stop nodding, and finally fell asleep leaning against the wall.

The red-haired young man turned his head at some point and stared at his face for a long time.

Then picked him up, put him on the bed next to Nakahara Nakaya, and silently pulled the corner of the quilt.

When Yu Kandagawa woke up, it was already the next day.

He sat up from the bed in a daze, and before he had time to think about why he got on the bed from the floor, he realized another thing.

There was no one in this room except him.

Kanda Chuanyou:! ! !

What about Chuya and Verlaine!

He woke up all of a sudden, got up from the bed in a hurry, and ran downstairs - he saw a very harmonious family of three sitting at the dining table downstairs.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had bread in his mouth, still despising him, "You are so slow, You."

Kanda Chuanyu: "..."

You must have adapted too quickly!

It may be that there is no conflict of principle involved for the time being. Although the two spies are fighting coldly, there is no sign of fighting yet. I don't know what Verlaine said to him. Zhongya Zhongya is also well adapted to leaving the laboratory.

They were obviously a bunch of fugitives, yet they lived a little peacefully for a while.

Kandagawa Yu had a subtle illusion.

But also subtly relaxed.

The tense string in his mind was finally released, Kandagawa Yuki let out a sound, and continued to go downstairs.

In the next second, his legs softened and he almost rolled down.

The two gravitationalists stood up from the table at the same time, and the subspace of the cube had already suspended him.

Kandagawa Yu called up his physical strength panel with a dazed expression.

What's going on-wasn't it still picking up yesterday!Why is there only blood skin left today! ?

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