Anchor

Yan Lang pulled back the quilt, supported the edge of the bed and stood up. He didn't know how long he had been lying down, and he didn't know what he had experienced. The moment he got off the ground, his muscles lost strength and he almost knelt on the ground.Qi Kuo rushed to Yan Lang's side to support him, his brain couldn't keep up with the speed of his body, and when he realized something was wrong, he had already held Yan Lang's arm: "You..."

"Thank you." Yan Lang stretched out his arms to support the head of the bed, and took a tentative step forward.

Qi Kuo took two steps back, away from the area around Yan Lang, he frowned, keeping his indifferent expression.

Yan Lang looked down at the arm that Qi Kuo had touched, there were wet and sticky marks on it, which seemed to be half-coagulated blood.

After getting used to walking, Yan Lang asked, "Do you have any extra coats?" He only had a pair of black shorts all over his body, and it was not elegant to go out like this.

Qi Kuo took off his white coat and handed it to Yan Lang: "Put this on first."

Yan Lang took the white coat and put it on his body. The coat had two buttons, but Yan Lang thought it was troublesome and didn't button it. His six-pack abs showed off, making him even more sexy and seductive. Yan Lang said, "Let's go."

Qi Kuo never liked to meddle in other people's affairs, but Yan Lang was the one with his chest open, and he had to take care of it, so he said, "Button it."

Yan Lang touched his abdominal muscles in bewilderment, and said, "Shut up the heat."

The problem is that Yan Lang didn't button his shirt, and Qi Kuo was hot. The tall, thin and fair researcher couldn't control his hands that were about to move. His outstretched arm turned halfway and was about to retract into his pocket, but Yan Lang grabbed it.

"?!" Qi Kuo was startled.

"Do you have a wound on your palm?" Yan Lang held Qi Kuo's wrist and turned it over to reveal his palm. The four crescent-shaped wounds were neatly arranged. Yan Lang realized that something was wrong and let go of his hand immediately, "I'm sorry." He didn't remember the past, but he Knowing that his character should not be so reckless, he should be more measured.

The white coat was on Yan Lang's body, so Qi Kuo clasped it with both hands vacantly at his sides: "Forget it, let's go." He tried to ignore the open white coat on Yan Lang's body and the faintly visible muscle lines when he walked.

Yan Lang followed Qi Kuo out of the room, his physical fitness was excellent, his legs were weak just because he had been lying down for too long, now his physical strength has recovered most, and he walks like the wind.The white coat is clean and elegant on Qi Kuo, but it is somewhat seductive on Yan Lang. If this is not the end of the world, when Yan Lang walks on the street wearing this, women will inevitably stuff money into his shorts.

Qi Kuo walked faster and faster, he didn't want to see Yan Lang's mermaid line, he was afraid that he would be dizzy and bloody.Yan Lang had to speed up to catch up with Qi Kuo, the wind blew his white coat, Qi Kuo took the time to turn around, braked to stop his pace, his voice was still indifferent, mixed with slight annoyance: "Put your clothes on. "

"...But there are only two buttons here." Yan Lang said, "I buttoned them all."

In the corridor, students in white coats kept going back and forth, their eyes wandering when passing by Yan Lang, and some even whistled or snapped their fingers.Due to Qi Kuo's reputation, the students dare not make fun of him, but Yan Lang has a handsome face and a gentle temperament, and he looks very friendly. He politely smiled at the students passing by to say hello, and the encouraged students became more and more unscrupulous.

Walking to the door with the nameplate of [Anchor Point No. 1], Qi Kuo grabbed Yan Lang's hand and pressed it on the fingerprint lock, and said firmly, "This is your room, with iris and fingerprint recognition."

Yan Lang nodded seriously: "Oh."

Pushing open the door, one can see a whole room, simple furniture, a bed, a table, a chair, a cabinet, and a bathroom.Yan Lang asked, "Why are there no windows?"

Window, upon hearing this word, Qi Kuo chuckled and closed the door: "What do you want windows for?"

Yan Lang pondered, what does this mean, the house he lives in has no windows... Could it be that he is a prisoner?Will prisoners have such facilities?If he wasn't a prisoner, what was he doing here and why was he here?

"There are no windows in the entire base." Qi Kuo said, "This is an underground city."

Yan Lang was stunned, and repeated: "Dungeon?"

"It is now August 2089, 8." Qi Kuo said.

"No... it should be..." What should it be?Yan Lang's words stopped abruptly, and a vague date flashed across his mind, like a meteor flashing by, leaving no trace in the blink of an eye.

"Two days later is the one-year anniversary of the transfer of human beings into the dungeon." Qi Kuo said, "You can go to participate." He took out a metal wristband and clasped it on Yan Lang's wrist, "This is a tracker, guarantee me I can find you anytime." He showed Yan Lang the watch-like screen on his wrist, the red and blue dots overlapped, and he whispered, "I still want you to call me Brother Qi."

Not understanding why Qi Kuo was so obsessed with one title, Yan Lang decided to meet Qi Kuo's request: "Brother Qi."

Hearing a familiar voice calling a familiar name, Qi Kuo couldn't help covering his chest, trying to suppress the sudden surge of joy, he lowered his head and said, "There are clothes in the closet, go and change."

Yan Lang took off his white coat and said, "I saw a washing machine in the bathroom, I'll wash the clothes and return them to you."

"No need." Qi Kuo snatched the white coat and put it on, the moment Yan Lang raised his head, he was able to catch a glimpse of the corners of his eyes.

The proud researcher probably doesn't like to pierce the other's vulnerability, Yan Lang thought thoughtfully, he turned and went to change clothes in front of the closet, leaving Qi Kuo standing there to sort out his mood.

Opening the closet, there are simple black and white T-shirts, solid-color shirts, casual pants and jeans lined up in order, simple and elegant, which is Yan Lang's favorite style.He took out a shirt and a pair of trousers and put them on, squatted down to change his shoes, there was no mirror in the room, he turned around and spread his hands to show Qi Kuo: "How is it?"

Qi Kuo restrained his emotions, his face returned to indifferent, he nodded: "Not bad."

Yan Lang has a good figure and looks good even in a sack. He looked at Qi Kuo, waiting for his mentor's next instruction.Yan Lang has no memory of the past, but his sensitivity still exists. He feels Qi Kuo's subtle attitude towards him. He is not a prisoner, and he has no enmity with the people here. Some students passing by look at him with pity and sigh , seems to be injustice for his situation.

As for Qi Kuo... Yan Lang looked at his titular mentor, Qi Kuo treated him suddenly near and far away, what secrets the other party was hiding, what was going on in this dungeon, everything had to be done slowly.

"Let's go to the cafeteria to eat." Qi Kuo said, he pushed his rimless glasses, his eyes stayed on Yan Lang for a long time, and after a moment, he stepped out of the room first.

Yan Lang followed Qi Kuo for half a step, walking obediently, without asking questions curiously.

Qi Kuo deliberately slowed down and stood side by side with Yan Lang. He hadn't spoken to Yan Lang so unfamiliarly for a long time, and he really didn't know how to start a conversation, so he remained silent.

Yan Lang was thinking about other things. He was taller than Qi Kuo by about two finger horizontal distances. He turned his head and looked over the top of Qi Kuo's head, thinking that the researcher looked thin, but he was quite tall.Yan Lang clasped his hands together, and unconsciously turned the ring on his ring finger with his fingertips... a ring?

Yan Lang lowered his head, and there was a silver ring on his ring finger. After wearing it for some years, the circle of the silver ring was covered with tiny scratches.The ring means he has a partner, where is his partner?

"The cafeteria is here." Qi Kuo's voice interrupted Yan Lang's contemplation, and the researcher pointed forward, "There are plates and cutlery there, go to the window over there to get dinner."

"Oh good." Yan Lang said.

"Follow me closely," Qi Kuo said.

The cafeteria is not big. Pass through the neatly arranged seven rows of seats and come to the innermost dining window to line up. The eyes are pure white.The researchers and students in white coats were lined up with dinner plates, and Yan Lang in a shirt and slacks stood in the middle, out of place.

"Qi Gong, where are you going to eat?" Several researchers greeted Qi Kuo, "This is...?"

"Anchor Point No. 1." Qi Kuo said, "Mr. Li, Mr. Cao."

"Officer Yan is awake?" The researchers were friendly and casual, "How do you feel?"

Yan Lang's memory was blank, so he could only show a friendly smile: "Not bad."

"I heard from Gong Yang that Officer Yan recovers quickly, and it's good to be young." One of the middle-aged male researchers sighed.

"What are you talking about, Qi Gong is also young." Another researcher said.

Qi Kuo ignored the ridicule of the two researchers, and led Yan Lang straight to the window for making pasta: "A serving of beef ramen, what do you eat?"

Yan Lang really likes to eat noodles, he said: "Cold noodles."

Qi Kuo said: "Beef cold noodles, put more chili."

Yan Lang didn't raise any objection, he really likes spicy food.