pure white believer

Nan Ting: "You..."

His eyes were only confused for a moment, and then became sharp again.

Nan Ting dropped the wrapping paper in his hand.

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to take the delicate rose in the other's hand.However, when his hand was about to touch those petals, he suddenly changed direction, staggered them, and grabbed the opponent's throat straight.

The advisor thought he was going to strangle himself.Turns out he didn't.

Nan Ting half-kneeled on the seat, grabbed the consultant's collar, and made a slight upward motion.The bewilderment and bewilderment accumulated in his eyes just now have disappeared:

"You are not a consultant."

When he said this, Nan Ting couldn't even convince himself.He just had such a vague guess in his heart, and because the facts were too shocking, he didn't dare, or was unwilling to confirm it.

The thought came to him briefly, but enough to surprise him enough to blurt it out.

But after he finished speaking, he knew he was right.

Because the advisor laughed.

Nan Ting was taken aback.

The more calm the other party's attitude was, the more he felt an emotion similar to anger.

His breathing was a little short: "You are not him—who are you?"

"It turns out that you are so fierce." The consultant replied irrelevantly.He spoke in a languid tone, as if the other person was asking about an unimportant matter.

"Who the hell are you?"

"It does not matter."

Nan Ting looked at the familiar yet extremely strange person in front of him.He suddenly had a feeling that the current Mr. Consultant is the real him, and everything in the past was all his disguised appearance.

For some reason, he suddenly didn't want to maintain his original image.

He looked at the man who was grabbed by the collar in surprise, his eyes flicked over the other's face, trying to find a trace of flaws.

"Who are you? Why are you pretending to be a consultant?"

Nan Ting stared at him, trying hard to remember when "Mr. Consultant" was dropped.

Was it the time when he passed out?Or in that dilapidated village?still……

The person threatened by him behaved calmly, as if he was sure that he would not do anything to him: "Why are you so angry all of a sudden."

Nan Ting exerted force on his hand: "You..."

"I'm not pretending to be a consultant," the other said.

"Impossible." Nan Ting vetoed, "Where did you get your flowers? Mr. Consultant doesn't know this at all?"

"You mean this?" The consultant opened his hand towards him, "It's just a magic trick."

"...?"

"Magic is tricks played by ordinary people." The consultant explained to him seriously, "Isn't it interesting?"

He added, "I can take you to see it next time."

Nan Ting had already made up his mind that the person in front of him was lying, so he didn't listen to a single word.

Until then, more and more doubts surfaced:

"When you rescued me just now," he said, "you called me."

"so?"

"I heard you upstairs." Nan Ting stared closely at those clear blue eyes, trying to see signs of his lying, "but you caught me."

"—how do you catch a man who falls from under your feet?"

Counselor: "But if I don't catch you, you will fall."

"answer my question."

The advisor paused for a moment.

"You want to hear what I have to say?" he said.

"Your identity, your purpose."

"My identity." The consultant said slowly, a smile flickered from his eyes behind the glasses, "—what do you think?"

"Who do you think I am?"

"..."

Nan Ting threw away his hand like a broken pot, sat back on the seat, and leaned back on the chair in frustration.

There is no answer at all.

The other party is obviously not afraid of him.It is also certain that he will not do anything casually, especially to a "stranger" who is not hostile to him.

It should be that some kind of accident happened during the period when he was unconscious... He recalled it carefully, but why didn't he find any clue?

Because they don't look any different.

He even said to himself, saying...

Wait a minute.

"And remember what I told you?"

"Also, I said that no one in this world can hurt you."

"Except for yourself."

——This is clearly the exact words of Mr. Consultant.

It's a secret between the two of them.

The person in front of him may be able to steal the appearance of Mr. Consultant, but he will definitely not know the secret between them so well.

A little ominous premonition appeared in Nan Ting's heart.

He turned his head away, his eyes flickered for a while, and finally fell on Mr. Consultant's pair of gold-rimmed glasses that he had worn for a long time.

In my impression, I have never seen him change his glasses...

Nan Ting made a gesture that he usually thought was very rude.He didn't speak, and directly reached out to take off the other party's glasses, held them in his hands and looked at them.

The consultant was still in the mood to ask him: "Did you see anything?"

"Flat light." Nan Ting said a little puzzled, "You are not short-sighted at all, why do you have to wear glasses?"

"You're very smart." The consultant smiled, showing no embarrassment at all.

He reached out and took his glasses back from Nanting's hand, carefully folded the temples, but did not put them on again.

"Wearing it all the time is tiring," the consultant explained, "but wearing it makes me feel more like a college professor."

Nan Ting stared at him: "You admit it?"

The advisor didn't answer him.After putting down his glasses, he suddenly leaned over to the co-pilot's seat.

Nan Ting was taken aback, thinking that he was going to attack him, and grabbed his wrist.

The advisor hissed slightly.

"You are so strong." He said, pointingly, "I don't usually see it at all."

Nan Ting frowned.

The consultant didn't mean to criticize him, and used his other free hand to help him fasten his seat belt, saying, "It's time to drive."

Nan Ting looked at him warily: "Where are you going?"

"Go where you want to go."

"I don't want to go anywhere." Nan Ting said, "Before I know who you are."

The consultant ignored him and started the vehicle on his own.

He stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and the inertia caused Nan Ting to hit the back of the chair heavily.The vehicle shot out like an arrow off the string.

After 1 minute, Nan Ting glanced at the dashboard: This person actually drove 220 kilometers.

"What are you doing?" Nan Ting asked.

The high-speed driving made his heart pound.He suspected that the other party was demonstrating to him, because he had seen similar scenes in human film and television works before: the hero and the heroine had a fight, so they raised the speed of the car to the highest speed, speeding past in the traffic, and then the heroine He cried inexplicably, and the two hugged each other.

So he said, "Don't be like this. I won't cry."

consultant:"……?"

Nan Ting glanced at his expression, endured it, and didn't say the second part of "I won't hug you either".

"What the hell are you going to do?" he said, "do you mean to do what I want?"

"Sit still." Seeing that he was about to unbuckle his seat belt, the consultant immediately warned, "Look around."

Nan Ting glanced in the rearview mirror, only to find that beams of white light had appeared behind the vehicle at some point.

——It’s the chasers!

Although his attitude towards where he wants to go and what he wants to do is very vague, Nan Ting is still very clear that he is absolutely unwilling to be brought back to the base by this group of people, so he quickly said: "Drive!"

But at the same time, he felt strange: no one stopped them when they left the gate of the base just now, why did so many pursuers suddenly appear at this time?

The advisor probably guessed what he was thinking.

"Although I regret it now," he explained, "he came anyway."

"Who's here?" Nan Ting's heart rang out.

He suddenly remembered something: "The broadcast just now..."

The advisor glanced sideways at him.

"I..." Nan Ting paused, "She said..."

"Wen Zhen?" The consultant said it for him.

Nan Ting closed his eyes. "He was at the base just now." He said, hesitantly, "I seem to... met him."

consultant:"…………"

Stupid he forgets.

"How did he know I was there?" Nan Ting murmured, "No...how did he know I would go there?"

Those handwritings seemed to have been there before he arrived at the base, otherwise the other party would have no reason not to come out to see him.

"No," Nan Ting said suddenly, "Why should I tell you this? You are not a consultant."

consultant:"……"

Counselor: "When did I say I wasn't?"

"You just admitted it."

"I just admit that I wear glasses to pretend to be gentle."

Nan Ting: "...?"

"But Mr. Snake himself wears glasses." The consultant said thoughtfully, "I just imitated his habits."

Nan Ting opened his mouth.

"What do you...mean?" he asked.

The advisor snickered.

"Have you never suspected it?" he asked. "Our Supreme Commander wants me to help him find a way to disguise your genetic level so that you can carry out your plans smoothly."

"—why did you never think about how I did it?"

Nan Ting was stunned by the question: "Because you are very knowledgeable about this—"

"Because that's how I disguise myself."

The consultant said.

There was a minute of silence in the car.

After a while, the advisor continued, absent-mindedly: "Interesting, isn't it?——I like his name, Mr. Snake, even though he's just an ordinary university professor."

"Because I am the poisonous snake that sneaked into the Garden of Eden."

"It's a pity that you don't like apples." The consultant smiled, "I have to send you candy."

In just a few minutes, Nan Ting seemed to have lost his language function, and could only listen to the other party's words compulsively.

Just now he was still searching repeatedly in his memory when the "Mr. Consultant" in front of him was replaced by someone.

Now, the other party told him:

From the very beginning, I was not who you thought I was.

"Forget it. There will be a lot of time in the future. I can explain to you slowly what you want to know." The consultant added, "But there is one thing, I can tell you now."

"Everything I did after that was for you."

He paused, and looked down at the oil level on the dashboard.

"I'm going to concentrate on driving now."

"It's really troublesome to run away with you - Chi is chasing you."

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