Camouflage Alpha

It was night now, but the room was not too dark.

The moonlight and the lights from the street shone in from the small half of the open window, illuminating the room very brightly.

Shen Yaochuan slowed down for a while, and found something extra on her wrist.

It's a terminal, the latest model, and it's locked on his wrist by someone.

It buckled a little loosely, so it wasn't very comfortable.

He woke up the terminal and logged into his account.

Due to the automatic cloud storage function of the cloud system, replacing a new personal terminal does not require redundant operations, and all data is stored in the cloud disk configured for the account by the cloud system.

As long as you log in to the corresponding account, you can realize the data exchange of all devices.

After the terminal is turned on, it automatically jumps to the weather and time standby page.

On November 11, there was moderate to heavy snowfall.

Shen Yaochuan's gaze stayed on November for a few seconds, and then he pulled out the projection screen.

Before proceeding to the next step, countless messages popped up.

The new terminal has not been set to mute, so the message jingled for a full 5 minutes, so much so that the prompt sound stuck for a while, like a linear electrocardiogram.

Shen Yaochuan was so shocked by the news that she almost shut herself up.

He waited for a while to confirm that there was no new message popping up before he clicked on the chat box.

One of them was from Song Zhicheng: "Baby, just tell me if you need something when you wake up, and I'll book a VIP ward for you in my house."

There were also inquiries from a few colleagues in the research institute: "I saw that the Investigation Bureau closed the case on the news. Is Dr. Shen still not coming back?"

And the remaining 299——

All from Xiang Shaoyang.

Shen Yaochuan was still a little weak, and after reading the previous few articles, he rested for a while, and then clicked on Xiang Shaoyang.

Swipe your fingertips to the top.

"The quarantine period is over and I'm discharged from the hospital."

Shen Yaochuan didn't realize it himself, when he saw this news, he relaxed inexplicably.

Xiang Shaoyang sent him a lot of messy messages, including cooking, torrential rain, reminders to cool down, and new movies.

Nagging, nagging, nagging.

But the most frequent is "I miss you".

Shen Yaochuan smiled lightly.

In fact, what Song Zhicheng had done was transferred to Xiang Shaoyang, but he actually felt that it was not so difficult to accept.

In fact, they only knew each other for a short month, but they seemed to have experienced many things together with Xiang Shaoyang.

Shen Yaochuan was thinking in a daze, and looked at her hands under the moonlight.

It was a beautiful hand, slender and slender, with rounded and small joints. It was completely impossible to see that this hand had ruthlessly pinched and broken the cervical spine of the mutant with a paler and slender appearance.

He looked at his hands carefully, then lifted the quilt weakly.

The body is very normal, two legs, one body and two arms, nothing much.

It seems that everything that happened at the auction was just a dream.

Shen Yaochuan felt dizzy for a while.

He closed his eyes and didn't sleep again this time. Instead, he carefully pondered the details of the auction.

Xiang Shaoyang's hot and sweet blood smell, his steady heartbeat, the warm body temperature on the side of his neck, and that strong embrace.

And the time before the auction, when I happened to be in my susceptibility period...

Those magnified details are like brilliant stars, shining brightly in this quiet night.

Shen Yaochuan suddenly thought of a few words——

I miss you too.

His fingertips touched the terminal again, and lightly tapped Xiang Shaoyang's portrait.

Something sprouted in his heart suddenly, which made him feel an unprecedented sense of impatience.

After a while, Shen Yaochuan pressed the video call.

He didn't think that Xiang Shaoyang would answer the phone, the early morning was the time when people sleep the deepest, and this call should have waited until dawn.

But Shen Yaochuan didn't want to wait any longer.

He remembered those days when he was locked up in the church, every night when he couldn't sleep because of hunger, and was so weak and drowsy because of hunger, Xiang Shaoyang would patiently caress the back of his neck while he was half asleep and half awake.

It was a very effective comforting gesture, at least I liked it very much at the time.

In fact, in those days, Shen Yaochuan was so hungry that he fainted and hardly did anything.

But thinking of Xiang Shaoyang, I felt that the time passed was long but not painful, instead there was something vaguely looking forward to in my heart.

He remembered the last mouthful of blood he was fed.

He saw Xiang Shaoyang cut his wrist with a tactical dagger, blood gushed out, and then put it near his mouth.

Shen Yaochuan didn't want to take a sip, he instinctively resisted hurting Xiang Shaoyang, and avoided the fact that he was a mutant.

So I endured many days of torture.

Till I was dying of hunger, lay dying but would not close my eyes.

At that time, I just wanted to see Xiang Shaoyang more, and felt that death didn't matter.

But when he smelled the sweetness, he still opened his mouth, biting the skin of Xiang Shaoyang's wrist with his teeth, and even felt that the blood was flowing too slowly and began to suck.

That should be a deep wound, Shen Yaochuan thought carefully while looking at the interface of the video call.

He was about to press the hang up button when the other party answered it suddenly.

Xiang Shaoyang's face appeared on the projection screen: "Yaochuan?"

There was a look of surprise on his face and his eyes were bright.

But what kind of face is that, even through the screen, it is full of fatigue, with chapped lips and unshaven stubble.

He was completely different from the calm Alpha from before.

Xiang Shaoyang immediately coughed, the sound was very soft, and it came from the lung cavity.

Shen Yaochuan frowned unconsciously: "What's wrong?"

He was keenly aware that Xiang Shaoyang's mental state was not very good.

This is a very mysterious feeling, in fact, it is intuition and instinct.

But maybe it was because he had been ill for a long time, Shen Yaochuan could tell at a glance that Xiang Shaoyang was obviously suffering from mental torture.

He could even feel that Xiang Shaoyang didn't sleep well, maybe he was sick and his health was not good.

Alpha's immune system has always been very good, especially S-level Alpha is very difficult to get sick.

But there was some sickness in Xiang Shaoyang's expression.

"You're sick," Shen Yaochuan said as he was about to hang up the phone, "have a good rest at night, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

But I saw Xiang Shaoyang hurriedly said: "I'm fine, just say a few more words and I'll go to sleep."

But something behind him fell to the ground, and he couldn't see clearly in the dark, but the sound of breaking could be heard clearly.

Shen Yaochuan deliberately dragged on a long tone: "Well...you haven't slept all this time?"

His voice is actually very pleasant, leaving aside the coldness that is intentionally alienated, his voice is a little heavy at the moment, but his voice is clear.

Xiang Shaoyang was silent for a moment, and Shen Yaochuan saw him squatting down and picking up something and throwing it into the trash can before speaking: "No, I just can't sleep, so get up and blow some air."

Shen Yaochuan: "It's winter now."

"It's not really blowing, just walking." On the projection screen, Xiang Shaoyang went back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed.

Shen Yaochuan half closed his eyes, he was a little sleepy again, but he still held on: "What's wrong with you, flu, or pneumonia?"

"Acute pneumonia," Xiang Shaoyang said, "maybe because I worked too much overtime a while ago, but it's almost recovered now."

Shen Yaochuan: "Is your hand ready?"

Xiang Shaoyang froze for a moment, raised his hand and shook it in front of the camera: "It's not a big problem."

It's just a blink of an eye, it's not very clear, but it's really a good hand.

Shen Yaochuan gave a "hmm".

His eyelids were a little sticky, and he was about to fall asleep.

I vaguely heard Xiang Shaoyang asking: "Yaochuan, where are you?"

Perhaps it was an instinctive reaction of the body, Shen Yaochuan responded vaguely: "Saint Langning."

In terms of physiological indicators, his physical strength and energy are really weak. It is not easy to be awake for a short while, and he falls asleep quickly.

With just such a sentence, the person has already fallen asleep again in a drowsy state.

Shen Yaochuan fell asleep, but the video call was still on.

Xiang Shaoyang couldn't bear to hang up the phone unilaterally.

The personal terminal is equipped with a wireless remote charging function, so there is almost no need to worry about the problem of power-off shutdown.

He lay on the bed and carefully looked at Shen Yaochuan's face on the projection screen.

Thin, and very thin.

One must know that Shen Yaochuan was already very thin, and the bones could almost be clearly seen on the back.

If a person with a small base like this wants to become significantly thinner, he must have lost a lot of weight.

The angle of Shen Yaochuan on the screen is not good. He is asleep, his arms hang down naturally, and the camera is almost looking down, watching from the tip of his chin.

But you can also see the thin and obvious collarbone at the neckline of the loose hospital gown.

There is almost a small pit on the collarbone.

Xiang Shaoyang frowned deeply.

He thought about the words Shen Yaochuan said for a while.

Shenglangning, or shenlangning or something like that.

See the background is a hospital.

Xiang Shaoyang gave a "tsk", and asked him which city he was from just now.

Finding a place in the empire with only a few uncertain words is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

Xiang Shaoyang adjusted the video with Shen Yaochuan to a small window, and called his friend in the Central Bureau of Investigation.

The other person answered slowly: "Ancestor, I beg you, please don't call me in the middle of the night if you have anything to do. It's hard for me to get a good night's sleep."

"Sorry, for the last time," Xiang Shaoyang said, without a trace of apology in his voice, "Help me find a place, I owe you the favor, and I will pay it back later."

"Okay, don't owe me any more, I dare not ask for it if I can't afford it," the other party asked after a while, "What place, name? Coordinates?"

Xiang Shaoyang thought for a while, and imitated Shen Yaochuan's pronunciation: "shenglangning."

The other party said "ah": "How did you write it?"

Xiang Shaoyang was very honest: "I don't know."

The other side was silent.

After the silence, there was an explosion: "Brother! Ancestor! Grandpa! Dad! I beg you! You have never been so unreliable in your life! Private search is against the law! If you only check one, then forget it! You only have this...so A thing! I have to search the entire empire! This is a violation of four or five laws! Do you want to send me to prison!"

Xiang Shaoyang: "Just this time, I promise I won't say anything."

After a long while, the opposite party sighed deeply: "For our friendship, I owe you what I owed you when you saved my leg. Just wait."