born criminal

Irene, who is wearing a short woolen skirt and knee socks, is gentle and cute, and Yangzhou, who has outstanding eyebrows and eyes, attracts passers-by to turn their heads frequently.

But Irene was sitting on pins and needles.Her palms were sweating, and she took the lead in asking with bluff: "What do you want?"

Yangzhou repeated it very peacefully, wanting to know about the genetic experiment.

Irene's eyes drifted in the air: "I don't know about genetic experiments."

Yang Zhou leaned back on the chair, staring at her in a very leisurely and relaxed posture.After a while, Irene's hairs stood on end, as if she was a little white rabbit caught in a trap, and this young man was a hunter with a sharp knife.She broke down a bit, with tears in her eyes, and said incoherently: "I don't know anything, really, I made up the genetic experiment..."

"Don't cry," Yang Zhou was the worst at comforting the girl, and handed her a tissue, "I understand your desire to cover up this fact now."

Irene froze for a moment, covered her face and shook her head desperately: "No..."

"Non-criminals living in criminal bases," Yang Zhou said slowly, "the situation must be very delicate."

Because I grew up here, I can personally experience the injustice suffered by those who carry criminal genes. As an "ordinary person", I also worry about revenge against the same kind.In the final analysis, the "Segregation Act" is just a small mistake made by ordinary people. Reason has lost to emotion and instinct, so it should not be too harsh.

But what if the experiment at the base is to develop genetic weapons against the "outside"?What if born criminals are about to hurt innocent ordinary people in the pursuit of equality?

Yangzhou's unhurried few words clearly explained Irene's tangled situation.The girl looked at him with teary eyes, her shoulders twitched from time to time, the range became smaller and smaller, and she gradually calmed down.

Yangzhou handed her another tissue, and Irene wiped her face stiff from the cold wind indiscriminately, and the curvature of her mouth finally softened.She developed a little liking for and trust in this man who was calm, rational, strong, and occasionally gentle.

Yang Zhou nodded encouragingly to her: "Let's talk about it now."

The relationship between Irene and Jeffrey was established half a year ago. At that time, the White Dove faction was in power, and the Rose faction was not clear about the actual situation of the base. They were often at a disadvantage in parliamentary debates, which led to increased tax burdens on the base, Trade is restricted.Irene has lived in it since she was a child, and has a deep understanding of this injustice.One day, when her genius boyfriend told her that he had captured a secret communication frequency band of UNPO, Irene suddenly had a bold idea.

If the Rose faction can understand the big and small events of the base more comprehensively and quickly, will they be able to better fight for their rights in the UN Parliament?

She contacted Jeffrey, the captain of UNPO's fourth team, through that secret frequency band, and fumbled to start her own intelligence work.

Irene is too naive to understand the hypocrisy of politicians, and only sees the beautiful gesture of Rose faction speaking for the weak.She was full of enthusiasm, thinking that she was fighting for justice, and dreaming late at night was the image of a heroine.

However, the reality is not satisfactory after all.At the beginning, Jeffrey couldn't wait for such an informant who came to his door, and he was very polite to Irene, and the cooperation between the two parties was quite pleasant.But as time went by, when Jeffrey repeatedly tried to identify Irene, lock her location, and wanted to assign her tasks, Irene felt more and more out of control.

What frustrates her the most is that the trivial information she provided does not seem to help the Rose faction win much in the political struggle. It is still two tigers fighting each other, each with its own damage.

Just when Irene decided to unilaterally end this intelligence work, she heard Eric inadvertently mention that Chen Jian was organizing genetic experiments.This news was forgotten by Eric, who was devoted to computers and artificial intelligence, but Irene was keenly aware of the seriousness of the situation.

The "Segregation Act" strictly prohibits genetic experiments on natural-born criminals, and even prohibits them from developing biotechnology. However, Chen Jian violated the law at the risk of ruining his political career-this shows that he is doing a very important thing.

Combined with the subtle changes in the attitude of the local media towards the coalition government in recent years, Irene vaguely foresees the arrival of a storm.

Panicked, she broke the news to Jeffrey, but the moment she cut off the communication, she began to regret it.The delicate identity, the dilemma, and the contradictory mood make Irene suffer every minute and every second.

Is what she did right or wrong?

Irene was in a state of confusion, not knowing what she was talking about.Having said all she could say, she looked at Yangzhou with a little hope, like a drowning person longing for the land in front of her eyes.

Yangzhou didn't know when he sat up straight, he was silent, a few strands of hair brushed his brows and eyes, and there was an indescribable sadness in his expression.

After a while, he said, "We must stop Chen Jian."

Before Irene could answer, he realized something again and changed "we" to "I".

"You don't need to believe in UNPO or Jeffrey, but I hope you believe in me." Yang Zhou turned around, looked at Irene head-on, and sincerely begged, "I need your help, and I need some more specific information. , it is best to know the address of the laboratory."

"But... I can only get sidetracking from Eric," Irene hesitated, "He doesn't know much. Once, I heard him say a word, 'infection', I don't know what it means... ..."

Yang Zhou frowned.In fact, he already had a vague guess in his heart, but he didn't tell Irene.

"It's okay, I will think of other ways." Yang Zhou smiled softly at her, and suddenly asked gossip, "Tell me about you and Eric?"

Erin's face flushed red.She and Eric have been dating for a year, and the two have not made their relationship public. First, they are afraid of adding unnecessary troubles—after all, they are still young, and second, it is because of a tacit pleasure of having an affair.

She faltered shyly, but couldn't help sharing happiness with Yangzhou, saying a few words and giggling for a while.

Yangzhou didn't really want to know these secrets, but just to divert Irene's attention and make her happy.Aileen is a sensitive girl, she quickly understood his intentions, and she had mixed feelings for a moment, and she trusted and admired Yang Zhou even more.

Seeing that her mood improved, Yangzhou bid her farewell after a few words of advice, after all, Chen Jian would become suspicious after disappearing for too long.

As soon as he thought of Chen Jian, as if he had a heart-to-heart connection, he received several messages on his mobile phone.

Where did you go?I'm next to the wave.Come to me when it's over.

Yangzhou left the campus, walked 500 meters south, and came to the bar where he watched the concert a few days ago.

When there are no performances, there are not many customers in Inspur, so it is a good and clean place.As soon as Yangzhou entered the gate, he saw Chen Jian.He was lying sideways on the table, with his left cheek pressed against the glass top, and a glass of light yellow wine in his right hand, shaking gently in front of his eyes, his movements were careless, no different from a child who was bored counting ants.

Yang Zhou was about to walk over when he was bumped on the shoulder by a passing young boy.

"Feel sorry."

The boy's voice is not high, but very clear, with a delicate little face, no one can hate him.Yangzhou guessed that he was a student nearby, so he shook his head to indicate that it was okay.

Unexpectedly, the boy opened his mouth and shouted: "Chen Jian!"

Chen Jian put down his wine glass, turned his head to look, propped himself on the table and wanted to stand up, paused, and sat back lazily.

He smiled, not knowing who it was for.

Yangzhou hesitated for a moment, but was overtaken by the boy beside him. "It's been so long!" He complained, walking briskly in that direction.

Yang Zhou turned around and went to the bar to choose a seat and ordered a cocktail.

"Flying bird at dusk." After some dizzying movements, the bartender wearing skull earrings pushed a glass of light blue cocktail to Yang Zhou, and winked at him ambiguously.

Bartender is an ancient profession on the verge of disappearing, but it is still very popular in Wave.

Yang Zhou thanked him, raised his head and took a sip. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Chen Jian who was smiling but not smiling, and the boy who was about to stick to him.

"This is a poem." The idle bartender approached him, "My name is Ian."

Yang Zhou let out an "oh" indifferently.

"This is my poem." Another somewhat vicissitudes of voice cut in, emphasizing: "Mine."

Yang Zhou turned his head and saw an old man in his sixties. His skin was loose, his eyelids drooped, and he was listless.

"Old Simon." The bartender pouted, and threw a bottle of Valentine beer from the wine cabinet behind him.

The old man named Simon bit off the bottle cap with his teeth, sat across from Yang Zhou with a beer in his hand, and smiled at him.

While drinking, he muttered, his expression sometimes gritted his teeth, and sometimes he was gentle and amiable, looking like a mental patient.

Yangzhou sat with him peacefully for a while, and the old man said abruptly, "Don't peek, go break them up."

Yang Zhou frowned, and asked suspiciously, "What?"

"Aren't you looking at him?" The old man pointed behind him and drew a circle towards Chen Jian: "Life is short, enjoy yourself while you can."

Yang Zhou lowered his head, coughed in embarrassment, and changed the subject, "You speak Chinese really well."

"Of course." The old man was very satisfied.He showed a look of nostalgia, and sighed, "I have been here for 30 years."

For 30 years, they are the earliest residents of the base.Yangzhou echoed and sighed, suddenly his mind moved.He speaks Chinese so well, would he know Zhou Yun's ex-husband?Although this possibility is very small, but the population of the base is not large, maybe...

Yang Zhou tried to chat with old Simon, but unfortunately the other party looked drunk and dreamy, no matter what he said, he would ignore him.

A few meters away, Chen Jian grabbed Zhou Wei's waist and stopped him from sitting on his lap.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Li opened his black and white eyes, pouted and thumped him on the shoulder.

"Did you see that person?" Chen Jian pushed him away and stood up, "That's my boyfriend, he will be angry if you behave like this."

When he came over, Yangzhou was still persevering in talking to old Simon: "I have... an uncle, I have been separated from him for many years, maybe you know him, his name is..."

Hearing footsteps approaching, Yang Zhou's voice paused, and he turned his head and asked nonchalantly, "Are you finished?"

Chen Jian didn't answer, just looked at him with deep eyes for a while, and finally smiled helplessly: "Let's go, go home."

Yang Zhou guessed that asking the old man would be fruitless, so he gave up regretfully.He picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp. Because he drank it in a hurry, a wisp of light blue liquid slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.He raised his hand to wipe it off, but Chen Jian grabbed his wrist and leaned down to help him kiss it off bit by bit.

The old Simon on the opposite side seemed to have finally returned to reality from his fugue, and burst into a narrow laugh.Farther away, the boy who had bumped into him just now was staring at them in disbelief.Yangzhou was extremely embarrassed, he wanted to push Chen Jian away, but he was afraid that he would make him behave more outrageously, so he sat motionless.

Chen Jian pressed against the tip of his nose, and his warm breath hit his half-closed eyelashes.After a while, he grabbed Yang Zhou's hand and pulled him up, and the two left the bar together.

The old man recited sour poetry behind him.

Birds flying in the dusk, their wings are covered with broken light.Whose dream does it go, with roses in its mouth, and distant love.