born criminal

Chen Jian undid Yangzhou's shackles and applied medicine to his wounds, big and small.Yang Zhou tilted his head back so that he could wipe the tear on his collarbone.Dr. Simon took two steps in their direction, as if he had something to do with Chen Jian. Seeing their postures clearly, he smiled meaningfully, curled his lips and walked away.Yangzhou sensed something was wrong, so he shrugged off embarrassedly, "I'll do it myself."

"Don't move." Chen Jian lowered his head, and his hair gently rubbed against the tip of his chin.Yangzhou felt a little itchy, and unconsciously pulled the corner of his mouth.He looked to the left, and the passage obliquely in front gradually disappeared into the shadows, like an unfathomable cave.At the corner where light and dark meet, there is a narrow door looming.Yang Zhou's eyes stayed there for a few seconds.

When Fang Xing mentioned B75 earlier, Chen Jian glanced in that direction. Although it was fleeting, this instinctive and subconscious action was noticed by Yang Zhou.

What's in that door?

As if responding to his doubts, the weird key became hotter and hotter, pressing hard against his thigh, making it unbearably painful.

"When will the investigation team arrive?" Yang Zhou asked unnaturally.

"Tomorrow afternoon." Chen Jian raised his head and helped him tidy up his collar, "What are your plans next?"

Yang Zhou was startled slightly, his eyes were wide open like a cat, looking at him puzzled.Chen Jian laughed, and at the same time his nose was sore, "Don't look at me like that."

Yang Zhou became even more puzzled, frowning slightly, staring at Chen Jian for a long time without blinking.His character is like this, he is indifferent to too many things, but once he cares about it, he is extremely stubborn.

"I always want to bully you when you look at me like that." Chen Jian rubbed his hair half-jokingly.Yang Zhou's expression became a little weird, Chen Jian coughed, "I locked you here before because I was afraid that you would report the matter of B75 to those old foxes at UNPO—don't look at me like that, I know you will. I can't hide now anyway, I'm worried that Fang Xing will be bad for you if you stay in the base, and the investigation team is coming soon, so I can't take care of you, so—"

"I decide on my own." Yang Zhou interrupted him bluntly, with a very aggressive tone and a look of being offended.

"Then it's up to you." Chen Jian exhaled, unable to tell whether he was disappointed or happy, and said helplessly, "It's cold in the ground, let's go home first."

Yangzhou gathered his strength for a long time, and stood up tremblingly. Chen Jian was so distressed that he held his arm and made a gesture to hug him.

"Don't!" Yang Zhou kept shaking his head like he was running away from a beast.Chen Jian looked at him in surprise, then smiled knowingly, "Then I'll carry you."

"No," Yangzhou's eyes wandered, and something invisible was harassing him. He looked panic-stricken and thought for a while before saying, "Why don't you go back first, I'll rest here for a while. I'm hungry, You cook something for me."

Whether it is coquettish or begging, he is too bad at it.When he said the last sentence, he felt a heavy sense of guilt. He didn't dare to look at Chen Jian, and lowered his head like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced.

Chen Jian opened his mouth, and it took a long time before he gave a gentle "hmm".

He helped Yang Zhou to sit on the chair, took off his overcoat and covered him, Yang Zhou shyly pushed him twice, and then silently accepted.

"You take a break, I'll get you something to eat." Chen Jian was happy because of this small task. At this moment, he doesn't need to think about the gloomy tomorrow, as if cooking a meal is the whole meaning of life.

Yang Zhou looked at his back as he left, and suddenly regretted it, calling out his name hastily.Chen Jian turned his head and asked with a smile what's wrong.

Yang Zhou hesitated for a while, then changed his words when he reached his mouth, "Before, if Simon didn't arrive in time, would you have shot?"

After being stunned for a short time, Chen Jian said briskly, "Hi", "I was trying to scare Fang Xing. We have known each other for so many years, and he won't really let me die."

This was a lie. When he pointed the gun at himself, he had already given up hope. For a moment, he even had hallucinations, as if the cold god of death was blowing in his ears.But there is no need for Yangzhou to know.

Yangzhou looked at him calmly for a while, not sure if he believed him, but said: "Don't do this in the future."

Chen Jian's heart was full of lost and regained warmth, and there was a whisper in his ears, the tone was very familiar, and he just said it from his own mouth not long ago, wrapped in a lonely and courageous voice, and walked around thousands of mountains and rivers. Back to the ear - I love you.

"Do you care?" He raised his eyebrows provocatively, unable to hold back his smile, "I am willing."

In room 79, the three indicator lights on the inside of Andrew's arm gradually lit up, and five seconds later, he opened his eyes suddenly.The robot will not be at a loss. After restarting, the sensor on the belly immediately sends continuous and regular heavy pressure. Andrew folds his neck at 3 degrees, and "sees" D[-] dancing happily on him at a glance.

"Ah, you're awake!" D3 stopped, stood on Andrew's stomach, rolled his two round eyes, and said pleasantly.

"What are you doing?" Andrew hugged D3 with both hands and lifted him off his body, "Where is Mr. Yang?"

"Mr. Yang is safe." D3 grumbled and expressed dissatisfaction, "Don't you thank me? See how much electricity I spent trying to get you to restart."

"I have a short-circuit protection system. If the current is too high, it will automatically shut off, and it will automatically restart after four hours," Andrew said. "And—my restart button is not on my stomach."

D3 was quiet for a while, and said angrily, "Then how would I know!"

Andrew wiped the messy wheel marks on his belly, thought for two seconds, and honestly said thank you.

He can still remember what happened in the villa, he really doesn't understand how D3 can behave without any malice.Maybe I'm still not human enough, Andrew concluded.

"Project B75, you know?" he asked.

"I'm just a robot, how could I know!" D3 said confidently.

"Chen Jian will be arrested."

D3 made a sharp noise and said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense, there is no other evidence except Bernard's nonsense!"

Andrew knew that he was close to Chen Jian, so he stopped arguing, and only said that he wanted to visit Yangzhou.

D3 silently followed behind Andrew, occasionally calling out the route, like a low dog.

When approaching the destination, Simon suddenly asked angrily from across the walls, "Young man, what are you doing?"

Andrew stopped and immediately ran wildly.

In the bright and deserted hall, stood Simon and Yangzhou.

Today's inhibitor experiment failed again. Simon was worried that the investigation team would arrest Chen Jian, and wanted to discuss the response plan with him, but accidentally bumped into Yang Zhou coming out of the room where discarded instruments were piled up, holding six sealed glass test tubes in his hand.

"What is this? Where did you find it?" Simon's dim and cloudy eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the thing in Yang Zhou's hand in amazement—it was the real and last B75, their secret weapon, he five Years of hard work, "Put it down!"

Thin cold sweat oozed out of Yangzhou's palm, and the test tube almost slipped from his hand. He clenched it tightly with all his strength, turned his head and ran towards the laboratory.

"Stop!" Simon limped to chase, when Andrew stepped in, and the two steel arms under the bionic skin grabbed him.Simon angrily pushed and shoved the robot, punching him indiscriminately, but couldn't move forward.He was out of breath and coughed loudly, "Get out of the way!"

Yangzhou panted violently, and plunged into the dark and cramped passageway.He hadn't fully recovered from the anesthesia, his muscles were limp and weak, and he stumbled as he ran. He could only lean against the hard and rough concrete wall to prevent himself from falling.

In the hall, Simon desperately resisted Andrew's restraint. He was too thin, like a hollow dead tree in front of the tall Andrew.

"What happened?" D3 came late, "Andrew, let go of Dr. Simon!"

"D3," Simon's chest was throbbing, his eyes turned black, and he roared, "Hurry up and chase! Yangzhou took B75!"

When D3 rushed to the laboratory, Yang Zhou had already unscrewed the lid of the liquid nitrogen.Wisps of white steam came out of the jar, densely filled, like the ethereal Penglai fairyland in mythology, hiding his face in it.

In the next second, he threw six test tubes into it without hesitation.

"Kacha", the sound of glass shattering was crisp and short. For a rumored and terrifying genetic weapon, this ending seemed too plain and unreal, and even made Yangzhou himself feel a little dazed.

B25, which survived at a constant temperature of 75 degrees, lost its activity in an instant when immersed in liquid nitrogen at minus 190 degrees.

D3 came a step late, B75 has been destroyed.He stood far away, but the intelligent system couldn't handle the situation in front of him, so he could only sternly say, "Mr. Yang!"

Yang Zhou tilted his head, a layer of hoarfrost hung on his eyebrows.Seeing D3, he flinched in surprise, his pale lips squirmed slightly, his eyes dodged, like a thief caught on the spot.

Am I that scary? D3 was confused instead.But soon, he discovered that Yang Zhou's eyes were not on him. D3 turned his bulky body around slowly, and let out a low "ah".Chen Jian arrived at some unknown time, holding a ceramic soup bowl in his hand, looking at Yangzhou expressionlessly.

He didn't move, and his eyes didn't blink, as if he had been immobilized by someone. If some dust and stains were added, he would be no different from the sculptures with sharp eyebrows and eyes in the museum.

"Mr. Chen," D3 was at a loss, so he had to complain first, "Just now he—"

"Crack", Chen Jian loosened his hand, the soup bowl shattered, and the hot light yellow liquid spilled all over the floor.

D3 fell silent in due course.Chen Jian stepped on the wet hot soup, came to Yangzhou in a few steps, and reached out to fish the liquid nitrogen bottle that had not yet fully vaporized.

"Chen Jian," Yang Zhou grabbed his wrist, closed the lid of the liquid nitrogen, and whispered, "It's gone."

Chen Jian struggled to shake him off, but he staggered back a step.His eyes lost focus, and he stared blankly at Yangzhou and everything in the room, with a painful and confused expression on his face, like that ignorant child many years ago, who didn't understand why the world was like this.

"Chen Jian," Yang Zhou tentatively called his name, "Listen to me..."

Chen Jian turned a deaf ear, he raised his right hand to cover his face, and after a while, a cold and strange smile came from between his fingers.

I was just doing what I thought was right, and he got it.Yangzhou recited it silently over and over again, but the dull pain in his heart intensified and swelled into a sharp sword, piercing his whole body.

Chen Jian wiped his face, turned and walked out.He stepped across the wet and dirty floor again, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty room.

He must hate me.Yangzhou thought in a daze.