Anchor

Yan Lang turned over in Qi Kuo's direction, his black pupils became bright because of the projected light, and he asked, "Am I the first person to accompany you to watch the stars?"

"Yes." Qi Kuo said without hesitation, Yan Lang was the only person who accompanied him to watch the stars from the beginning to the end, whether it was through the astronomical telescope or lying side by side on the playground, or now.

Yan Lang looked up at the ceiling contentedly, and said, "Actually, I have no idea."

"Huh?" Qi Kuo looked at Yan Lang, "What do you say?"

"Sometimes I feel that you are lying to me, but I can only trust you." Yan Lang looked at the ceiling, "Maybe you think lying to me is for my own good, I don't know."

"I believe in you." Yan Lang said, "I just can't pass the hurdle in my heart."

After hearing this, Qi Kuo didn't immediately defend himself. He was silent for a while and said, "You will know when you go back to the past."

"Go back to the past." Yan Lang repeated, he stood up with his arms propped up, his dark eyes looked straight at Qi Kuo, "Why didn't you answer my question directly?"

"I can't answer you." Qi Kuo said, "I really lied to you."

Yan Lang lost his enthusiasm for looking at the stars, his mind was full of talking to Qi Kuo about the current problem, he slapped the bedside lamp on, and asked, "And then?"

"I'm sorry." Qi Kuo said.

Yan Lang waited patiently for a while, and found that Qi Kuo was not going to confess, so he took a deep breath of anger. If there were a pair of animal ears on the top of his head, they would be lying down in the shape of airplane wings, with a tuft of hair blown out at the tip of the ears.

Yan Lang ground his canine teeth, and Qi Kuo said, "You will know when you go back."

The researcher was still lying on the bed, his brown pupils were calm and calm, as if I was wrong but I would not change it.

Yan Lang was sullen, he was not born to speak harshly to Qi Kuo, so he stared at Qi Kuo, trying to make him feel guilty with his eyes.

Qi Kuo was so amused by him that he wanted to laugh. He had a fight with Yan Lang back then, and Yan Lang had this deadly attitude, [I know I was wrong but I didn’t listen], so angry that Qi Kuofei went to the United States to calm down for half a year. Engage in quantum teleportation.

"Do you want to continue looking at the stars?" Qi Kuo patted the place next to him, "It takes a lot of time to adjust, and you can watch it once."

"Look." Yan Lang reached out to turn off the light, sat far away from Qi Kuo, and lay on the diagonal line of the bed with Qi Kuo.

Yan Lang was not next to Qi Kuo, Qi Kuo moved to Yan Lang's side spontaneously, and said, "Why are you angry with me, when you think about the past, you are more annoying than me."

"?" Yan Lang looked up, "What did I do?"

"I won't tell you." Qi Kuo said.

"..." Yan Lang covered his head with a quilt and refused to talk to Qi Kuo.

The alarm clock rang in the morning, Yan Lang was under the quilt, and Qi Kuo was in Yan Lang's arms.The projection on the ceiling turns into a daytime scene, with a blue sky, lush tree crowns, and verdant shrubs, and a big gray rabbit jumps over the camera and runs into the distance.

"Get up." Qi Kuo said, his voice was sticky, he coughed twice, pushed Yan Lang's arm around his throat, "Don't sleep."

"No." Yan Lang tightened his arms, put his head on Qi Kuo's shoulder, "sleepy."

Yan Lang's forearm just caught Qi Kuo's throat, and after tightening further Qi Kuo could not make a sound, Qi Kuo suspected that Yan Lang was careful to strangle him to death because of the bickering last night.

However, what bad intentions can Gougou have?

Yan Lang let go of Qi Kuo, turned his back on the researcher, and was too sleepy to keep his eyes open.

Qi Kuo was even more upset, what does this mean, if he can't be strangled to death, he will ignore him?Qi Kuo got out of bed to wash, went to the cafeteria to buy two drawers of steamed buns and returned to Yan Lang's dormitory.The smell made Yan Lang open his eyes in a daze, his empty stomach rumbled in protest, Qi Kuo said: "The last two drawers are left in the cafeteria, I'll finish them all if you don't get up."

"Save some for me." Yan Lang sat up slowly, rubbed his eyes, stepped on his slippers and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Qi Kuo left a drawer of steamed stuffed buns for Yan Lang, took a sip of soy milk from the cup, and watched Yan Lang, who had washed his face with watery hair, sitting in front of him, leaned over and kissed the corner of the dog's lips: "Morning ah."

"Morning." Yan Lang put the anger of getting up behind his head in a blink of an eye, picked up a small bun and put it in his mouth, his cheeks puffed up, he chewed hard, and commented, "It's delicious."

"You can see the memory of Anchor Point No. [-] today." Qi Kuo said, "The later the serial number, the farther it is from the scene, and the less information there is for reference."

"Did Number Five voluntarily accept the memory cleansing?" Yan Lang asked.

"It is." Qi Kuo said, "No. [-] has some mental problems, and his father signed the consent form for him."

"Mental problem?" Yan Lang chewed slowly, "What kind of mental problem?"

"He was abducted and trafficked when he was a child, and he has severe persecution paranoia." Qi Kuo said, "His father hopes to cure his disease through memory cleaning."

"Do you think this method is feasible?" Yan Lang asked.

"Maybe." Qi Kuo said, "It's hard to say."

Yan Lang took a tissue to wipe off the oil on his hands, stood up and threw the paper bag and cup into the trash can.

Qi Kuo stood at the door waiting for Yan Lang, opened the door and walked out side by side with Yan Lang.

Sinking into the memory of Anchor Point No. [-], Yan Lang was overwhelmed by complicated panic when he opened his eyes.The glare of the sun, the shrill voice, the occasional stares of passers-by, the cameras tied to the street lamps, No. [-] tightened his long coat and wrapped himself airtightly in the midsummer season. He stood blankly by the side of the road, The phone in my pocket buzzed.

A black car rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed, No. [-] panicked to the extreme, he stood where he was, staring at the driver in the windshield of the black car.The driver slammed on the brakes, lowered the window and cursed: "I'm sick, don't you know how to hide?!"

Five took a step back, turned and walked down the road.The mobile phone in his pocket was beeping persistently, No. [-] belatedly took out the mobile phone, and pressed the answer with a trembling index finger.

"Yifan, Yifan, where are you?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the receiver.

"I'm..." said Five, "I'm on the side of the road."

"Which way is there, is there a signpost nearby?" The middle-aged man guided patiently, "Daddy will pick you up."

"Someone scolded me just now." No. [-] complained aggrievedly.

"Look for street signs nearby, blue or green signs standing upright." The middle-aged man said.

"Where have you been?" Five asked.

"I'm doing something in the T3 hall of the airport." The middle-aged man said, "It's on the first floor, how about you?"

"I took the elevator," said Five. "I'm on it."

"The second floor?" the man asked, "I'm going up now."

Number five hung up the phone directly, his behavior pattern was close to autism, and there was no logic to follow.He stood on the side of the road and looked left and right. A blue commercial vehicle with seven seats was parked on the side of the road. Run!Number Five opened his legs. He was tall and wearing a windbreaker. He strode past the commercial vehicle and looked at Carlos. Carlos nodded at him, which startled Number Five.

Number five put his hands in his pockets, expressionless, he was extremely nervous, shrugged his shoulders, he saw a middle-aged man standing in the glass wall, as if he had found the backbone, he walked into the airport lobby.

Carlos recognized Anchor Point Five as a certain person, Yan Lang thought, and he rewinded the screen, looking at it frame by frame.Fortunately, Anchor Point Five has excellent eyesight. In the picture, the tattoo on the collarbone of Carlos' collar is a corner similar to a triangle.Number five's mental illness caused him to see pictures with high saturation colors, which made Yan Lang's head go numb.

Yan Lang saw that the foam box Carlos was carrying climbed up to a trembling laser red dot, and Carlos pressed his thumb on the handle of the foam box.What is the red dot and what is the mystery of the foam box, Yan Lang still has no idea.

Yang Yi once told him that the virus is a powerful cancer inducer, and everyone is infected at present, and people without genetic defects will carry this inducer even if they survive.

This means that if Yan Lang and the virus are in the same room, nothing will happen.

Inspiration flashed like a shooting star, Yan Lang went back and forth to read No. [-]'s memory several times, and exited the simulation after confirming that there was no missing information.

Stepping out of the simulation cabin, Yan Lang asked Yang Yi who was visiting to watch the fun: "Mr. Yang, do we have a way to eradicate the virus infected by people without genetic defects?"

"Ah?" Yang Yi didn't understand.

"It's people like us who don't have genetic defects but still carry the virus." Yan Lang explained, "Is there a way to wipe out the virus on us?"

"There is a way, but it is expensive and hurts the body." Yang Yi said.

"What way?" Yan Lang asked.

"Californium (kai, one sound) radiotherapy." Yang Yi said, "One radiotherapy with californium-267 can completely kill the virus."