Heming Jiuyuan

【wedge】

Liu Mingda took a hard look at the value on the thermometer: 98.3°C.The newly made cold-proof clothing can effectively resist the low temperature of minus 120 degrees, but the disadvantage is that it is too heavy, and walking for a while will make this nearly fifty-year-old guy panting for a long time.

This is the northwest border area of ​​the Shanghe Continent United Guild Area, and it is an extremely cold place in the United Guild Area.

"Professor Liu, the coordinates are confirmed, it should be here." The assistant's voice came from the earphone.

Liu Mingda raised his hand to wipe the hoarfrost on the cold mask, his old eyes were shining with stars.

He nodded to his assistant, indicating that it was time to start.I saw a person beckoning behind him, and an exploration excavator slowly drove up, with a huge four-claw drill bit hanging in the air.

The 50-member scientific research team led by Liu Mingda has been in this extremely cold place for more than a month.

He is the director of the Institute of Virology of the Union Medical College and an expert in the field of virus prevention and control. He came here to search for an unknown virus buried under the polar ice cap.

The 56-year-old professor stumbled upon a research notebook recording viruses in the ancient China era when he was young.

The author and source of the notes are not indicated, but the [-] viruses recorded above are very detailed, including the growth environment and reproduction methods.

Many of these viruses were buried underground with the demise of the ancient Chinese era.Liu Mingda's job is to find these viruses buried deep underground.

Up to now, there is only one undiscovered virus left in the notes.And this last virus was actually something that Liu Mingda tried his best to avoid discovering, because...

"Tud chut—" The drill bit of the locomotive was lowered halfway, and the snow mist aroused spread all over the place, flying like water vapor.

Liu Mingda: "Okay."

Everyone stopped and looked at him together.

"Get off the shovel."

More than a dozen people armed with special mechanical shovels started digging on the drilled ice sheet.

Liu Mingda clicked the button on the protective cover, and an image of the virus note appeared in front of his eyes.

He turned to the last page, and the first line where the name of the virus should have been written was only the abbreviation "SP".

Further down, skipping the location of discovery, living environment and other marked items, it went directly to the final clinical manifestation, with a faded red stamp printed on it: forbidden.

"Forbidden" what?Why "ban"?

"Professor Liu, we found it." The assistant held the virus detector and turned to report to Liu Mingda.

"Okay." Liu Mingda exited the video, "It's done, we should go back." After speaking, he turned around and got on the polar car behind him.

Liu Mingda felt very strange, he no longer felt the joy of discovering a new virus in his heart, instead he was faintly inexplicably uneasy...

Nothing to worry about, it's for science...for science!

Liu Mingda thought—to prepare notes for this new virus.

……

When Han Guodong received the letter from Liu Mingda, he was preparing to leave for the experimental base in Qingshuang Mountain to make a new research report.

The letter was sent through the private line of the two, and no one could check it.Scientific researchers at the professor level generally have their own private information lines, which is also to prevent some scientific research secrets from being leaked during the transmission process.

Open the letter, it is an encrypted file package.

"Uh..." Han Dong was a little dumbfounded, "What's the password?"

Han Handong stayed for a while, and wanted to make a phone call to ask this inexplicable old guy, but the moment he turned on the communicator, perhaps there seemed to be a magical power in the dark, exhausting all his intuition for more than 50 years, making Han Handong Immediately, he turned off the communicator again.

He was startled by the panic at that moment, let out a breath, meditated that he had thought too much, continued to pack his luggage, and set foot on the road to Qingshuang Mountain.

However, on the day he arrived at the boundary of Qingshuang Mountain, he received the news of Liu Mingda's death.

In the warm wind mixed with the fragrance of early summer flowers, Han Guodong is like falling into an ice cave.

……

【One】

An H42 explosion-proof off-road vehicle was speeding along the rugged mountain road.The car drove very wildly, no matter what rocks or shrubs were on the road, they would crush them as long as they were in the way.The body is severely deformed, and the broken appearance is amazing to its tenacious vitality.

Han Heming turned his rusty eyeballs with difficulty, and glanced at the rearview mirror. Except for the shadows of trees passing by and the undulating cliffs, there was no living thing in sight.

But he dared not relax at all.

His face was pale, his lips were chapped, and he hadn't closed his eyes for nearly 18 hours. His eyelids seemed to have disappeared, exposing the eyeballs to the dry air, and it hurt like needles.

In addition, the severe headache accompanied by severe tinnitus made him almost rush out of the cliff every time he turned.

With a sharp turn, the sand and stone brought by the wheels hit the mountain wall and bounced back to the car body. There was a light crackling sound that made Han Heming's tense nerves tremble violently.

"Roar—" the roar of the beast sounded from behind the car.In a few moments, two or three black shadows came close.

Han Heming's heart tightened, and he stepped on the accelerator with all his strength, wishing he could take off directly and cross the dangerous bends.

Just after turning a big bend, there was a sound of "clang", the rear of the car sank, the bumper fell to the ground, and sparks were dragged out.

From the rearview mirror, one can clearly see a "monster" that looks like a human but is half squatting on the trunk, its sharp claws are firmly inserted into the car body, its blue-faced fangs, and its eyes are red. Hitomi.

A gust of wind hit Han Heming behind his head, he instinctively shrunk his neck and dodged to the side, and with a bang, most of the back seat of the car was blown away.

A drop of blood fell on the bumpy road along with the mountain wind, and Han Heming felt pain in the back of his neck, his eyes darkened—he was scratched again!

"Roar!" The miss seemed to have enraged the monster, it suddenly lowered its body and tried to pounce on it.

Han Heming's heart was beating like thunder. Seeing another bend, he gritted his teeth and turned the steering wheel while stepping on the brakes.

He originally wanted to make a big turn and throw the monster behind the car, but who would have thought that the monster was too heavy and would drag the car and fly out of the cliff together.

Han Heming broke out in a cold sweat from fright, and frantically hit the accelerator and turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction.

The wheels rubbed against the road crazily, stirring up gravel and dust, and finally pulled back abruptly the moment the car body protruded out of the cliff.

That Eckard, the monster lying behind Han Heming's car, after such an earth-shattering flick, the steel claws nailed to the car seemed to have loosened, and was slapped hard on the mountain wall by inertia, with a loud bang , crashed into rocks and embedded in it.

Before Han Heming breathed a sigh of relief, there were several hissing howls—the remaining Eckards also caught up.

There is still a little more, and there is a little more to reach the narrow road between the twin peaks!

Han Heming kept his eyes on the road ahead. After the next bend, the winding mountain road with a cliff on one side came to an end.

Just go over that bend!

Taking advantage of the last turn, Han Heming opened up a distance from the Ekads behind him.

He freed one hand to take out a delicate and compact device from the arm belt on his leg, stuck it into the launcher tremblingly, and raised his hand to hit the mountain wall behind.

With a sound of "poof", the thing shot straight towards the cliff behind through the car window. The moment it hit the stone wall, the flames shot up into the sky, and the explosion like a landslide shook the entire Qingshuang Mountain.The heat wave stirred the air, and Eckard's mournful wailing sounded amidst the flames.

The aftermath of the explosion shone on Han Heming's wrecked car, which was still panting, and pushed it forward, slamming into a dead tree.

Han Heming was hit so hard that he almost vomited out, and after waiting for a long time, he panted heavily and looked back at the destroyed mountain road——

As if hit by a meteorite, a large crater was blown out of the mountain, and the originally narrow mountain road was destroyed beyond recognition.

This is the only way to the top of the mountain. He bombed this way, so he couldn't get out or get in.

fair enough.he thought...

Han Heming breathed a sigh of relief, threw his head on the steering wheel, the car horn was crushed, and he choked out a broken and piercing cry, startling the birds in the forest.

Following the sound of flapping wings, he raised his head and looked towards the green hill—the gray olive roof blended with the lush branches and leaves. It was a villa built deep in the forest.

It was built by Han Heming's father, Han Guodong.

Here, Han Heming spent the happiest time of his life.

But now, when he returned to this villa in the deep mountain again, everything was different.

As if some memories were touched, Han Heming's dry tear glands swelled and became sore at this moment, and the eyes were soaked in the moisture in an instant——

The only place in this world called Homecoming, just a glance can sweep away the bitter wind and bitter rain in his heart, and in an instant, the wilderness is vast and the sky is blue and cloudy.

Han Heming raised his hand to touch his chest and found a hard object the size of a gold coin. He immediately frowned, and took out a chain from his neck with a small metal egg hanging on it.

"Father." Han Heming moved his lips as if dreaming, he pressed the mechanism on the top of the metal egg, and with a "click", the metal egg split into two, and there were two photos inside.

On the left is a seven or eight-year-old boy with bright eyes and upturned mouth. He looks delicate and well-behaved, like a girl.

On the right is a group photo of a family of three, and the child on it is just a baby in swaddling clothes.

Han Heming sniffed, carefully closed the metal egg, and put it next to his body.Then, it spread out straight on the steering wheel.

He tried hard to relax himself, but every inch of muscle, every muscle and bone in his body kept clamoring for excessive pain.

He wanted to open the car door to get out, but his hand was weak, and he tilted his body and knocked the door open.

He just fell out with a bang, and the dust that was shaken up was steaming in front of his face, sucked into his lungs, and got lost in his eyes, and he didn't feel any pain.What does it matter?

—I'm still alive.

The bright sun in the afternoon made the palms warm, and the sticky cold sweat was carried away by the mountain wind.Han Heming lay sprawled on the ground with one foot still hanging on the edge of the car. He closed his eyes, enjoying the peace of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

The surrounding area is quiet, only the "rustling" sound of the leaves being blown by the mountain wind and the occasional chirping of birds.

My heart was also quiet, and my heart, which had been restlessly beating for several days, finally calmed down.

But after a while, great sadness surged up in his heart without warning, the past was like a sea river flooding and relentlessly breaking its embankment, filling his entire chest within a few breaths.

He suppressed the surging waves in his heart and tried his best to put away the chaotic emotions.

The sunlight penetrated through the thin eyelids, casting bright and mottled marks on the retina.

In a daze, Han Heming seemed to see the tall and straight man standing in the light and shadow again.

That person always had a cold face, but every time he looked at him, his eyes were filled with scorching heat.

Han Heming always thought that what was contained in such fiery eyes should be love, but...

"I know you are so kind to Han Heming, but you just want to get the antidote information left by his father." The boy's unique green voice came from the man's room.

That night, it had been a week since his father passed away. Han Heming lay on the bed and couldn't close his eyes. At the saddest moment, all he could think of was the man's warm embrace.

He was eager to see the man, trot all the way, and finally arrived at his door.

But I didn't expect He Shaoyuan to say such words in the man's room.

When I saw He Shaoyuan for the first time, the boy flew from afar, and plunged into the man's arms with tears in his eyes, saying: "Brother Xu Yuan, you are finally back, I miss you so much."

But Han Heming was stunned on the spot - He Shaoyuan was so similar to him when he was seventeen or eighteen years old.Especially those eyes.

Xu Yuan always praised his beautiful eyes.

Then, Han Heming learned from others that Xu Yuan and He Shaoyuan were very close before he appeared.

The boy acted like a spoiled child and kept clinging to Xu Yuan. Every time he pulled the man away from him, he could not hide the satisfaction in his eyes.

It doesn't matter, it's just a child, it's normal to like to compete for favor.

similar in appearance?It's a coincidence.

Han Heming thought so.

Trying to suppress the sour and weird feeling in my heart, I don't know who I am comforting.

Thinking about it now, if Xu Yuan really wanted to be with him, how could he easily follow the boy away.

"Brother Xu Yuan, you have always liked me. I know, he looks so much like me, that's why you..."

Han Heming couldn't really hear what was said later.There were bursts of thunder in my ears, rumbling, as if it had exploded in my brain.

He didn't know how he got back to the room, but he only vaguely remembered that the thunderstorm that night was extremely heavy, and when he looked out of the window, he couldn't see anything clearly, only the water curtain like a waterfall.

He just sat by the window, watching without blinking the rain gradually getting smaller, and then slowly stopped, waiting for the sky to brighten slightly, waiting for the sun to break through the sky——waiting for Xu Yuan to ring his bell door.Then he threw himself, stiff-limbed, onto the bed and buried himself in the pillows.

So Xu Yuan, when you called me, were you calling me "Xiaohe" or "Xiaohe"?

"Boom——" A thunderbolt exploded above his head.The wind is mixed with black clouds, and a heavy rain is coming.

Han Heming opened his eyes suddenly, and his goal was the dark night.

He fell asleep all afternoon.It was pitch black all around, and for a moment he thought he was blind, and he sat up slowly after adapting for a while.His body was limp and he couldn't lift his energy, and his mind was dizzy.

He rubbed his frozen hands, squinted his eyes and looked at his calf, which had lost half of its flesh.

The dense white bones are particularly conspicuous in the dark night. Han Heming tried to shake his legs, which felt like shaking a light stick.

This wound was bitten by those monsters called "Eckard".

Han Heming touched the wound and felt no pain at all.

He took out a potion bottle containing a bright blue liquid from the equipment bag behind his waist.

This is the first and only bottle of antidote he stole from the Academy of Sciences (Academy of Sciences), and Father Han participated in the production during his lifetime.

Originally, I wanted to wait until the underground experimental base of the deep mountain villa to conduct a chemical test on the antidote.But I didn't expect that now I have to use it on myself first.

The corner of Han Heming's mouth curled into a wry smile, and he poured the antidote with his head raised.

The bitter liquid slid down his throat, like the taste in his heart.

Han Heming took off the assembled gun hanging from his waist, held it in his hand, and stared at the gun body with a dull gaze.

The unique metallic luster of the assembled gun is clearly reflected in the black eyes, which is the result of the owner's care and frequent cleaning.

This gun was given to him by Xu Yuan.

When Xu Yuan gave him the gun, he said that he would teach him the marksmanship, but he was too stupid, he didn't have any talent for these, and he hurt his fingers because of excessive practice.

Xu Yuan felt distressed, so he stopped asking him to practice.

"With me here, it doesn't matter if you don't study."

So what should I do if you are gone?

How can I protect myself?Tell me, Xu Yuan...

There was thunder again, and the mountain wind was soaked with coldness, whizzing past, it was the coldness that penetrated the heart.