mayfly era

Chen Yue did not go home or the base, but returned to the ward.

Smoky lay on a treatment bed, sleeping peacefully with the help of medication.These medical staff obviously didn't bother to wash his hair. Strands of fiery red hair stuck to the white forehead of the smoking gun. His body was covered by the beam therapy chamber, and only his messy head was exposed. Somewhat ridiculous.

Chen Yue squinted his blurred eyes and checked the values ​​on the equipment, and felt relieved after confirming that there was nothing unusual.

He dragged a chair from the side and sat cross-legged on it, silently watching over the wounded.

With his back bent and his chin resting on one hand, he lowered his head and took a nap for a while.

Feeling that the burning pain in his eyes was relieved, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to contact the counter-reform again. The typhoid fever should have synchronized the surveillance video to the counter-revolutionary, but so far he has not received a reply from the counter-revolutionary, which is unusual.

Just when Chen Yue turned on the private channel with squinted eyes, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

He found that his previous message was actually sent to the wrong private channel, and the recipient was not rr, but sent it to rs, Daxue, who was listed below the counter.

His fingers tapped on the message, closed it again, and repeated several times before confirming that it was not a system error, but his own.

After fully realizing it, his scalp suddenly became numb, and his whole body tensed up involuntarily.

He opened the channel and carefully browsed through the message he had written again. The main content was a brief description of what happened in the Taoli Heaven. Only the last sentence used a few initials, one referring to "General" and the other to The word "experiment" is an acronym for Common Language Three.

Chen Li clutched his forehead, he had nothing to say about his repeated stumbles during this period of time, and even felt a little bit like praying to God and worshiping Buddha.The message shows that it has been read, but Daxue did not reply, so it should be clear that this is not a message addressed to her. Chen Li can only hope that the code names he often uses will not be discovered, or that Daxue is not a member of his secret. .

Chen Li sighed, threw the phone aside, and rubbed his face vigorously.That face that didn't belong to him also showed the powerlessness and pain that belonged to him.

Everything that happened one after another recently made him have to suspect that fate was at work. He had stepped into the strange circle again and was about to be instigated.Everything he had thought he could hold on to would escape.

He thought that he would no longer be afraid of anything in this world after breaking out of hell.

Unexpectedly, hell is just a playground for ghosts, and the abyss in front of him is a place where even ghosts tremble with fear.

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Today is the once-a-month charity day.

Signs on the big kit show that the organizers of the Relief Day on the block were replaced by a humanitarian relief organization from another food company.They don't know whether they are really keen on humanitarian relief, or they are aiming to open up a sinking market for their own products.

T glanced at the white frosted pouches that piled up into mountains, carried by electromagnetic trolleys, and automatically spit out the minimum amount at a time, and the distribution work can be completed without manpower.However, the poor have already felt numb to such relief products, and instead of being ecstatic at first, they left with a slightly disgusted expression after taking enough standard servings.

The comprehensive pills in this bag can indeed maintain their basic vital functions, bring heat, and support the operation of the viscera, but it affects the gastrointestinal function. Many people will have symptoms such as vomiting and stomach pain after eating.

But they had no other choice, otherwise they would not have come here to pick up relief items.

This is the sixth humanitarian relief organization t has moved to the block to replace... Maybe it's still a hot job?

T found it ridiculous, he passed by these piled up white bags and poor people with haggard faces, and walked directly into the narrow dangerous building.

The elevator still smelled terrible, only a clean space in the middle was occupied by a tall and strong mixed-race man. T glanced at it and exited the elevator room, indicating that he could wait for the next trip.

The mixed-race man looked down at the thin-looking boy contemptuously, and the boy's calm eyes were also looking directly at him.He stretched out his arm to grab the boy's collar, but the boy leaned back to avoid it, and the elevator door closed, pinching his arm, and the mixed-race man immediately let out a scream.

"Is this the first time, sir? The anti-pinch system of the elevator here has been broken for some time." T showed an apologetic smile.

The half-race man withdrew his hand and was about to get angry when the elevator doors were completely closed, carrying him to the heights of this narrow and slender building in a dedicated manner.

The rusty water pipes of the slums, which look like some kind of alien creature, are exposed on the mottled walls.They look fragile, but they are actually extremely stubborn. Their hardness may be far better than that of new synthetic steel. They have been coiled on the outer walls of dilapidated buildings for decades. Compared with the occasional water supply function, they seem more like scaffolding for thieves.

T quickly climbed up the iron ladder made of water pipes, nimbly like a wild cat.His family lives on the fifth floor, and this is a sport he is familiar with.

Even if people here see "Spider-Man", they will pretend not to see it. After all, other poor people will not put anything into their own pockets. They are happy to see their neighbors getting poorer and poorer.However, T just climbed back to his den to avoid that fierce mixed-race man. If he could take the elevator, who would want to climb the water pipe?

T used a small piece of wood to push open the simple lock of the window, and the cat got in. A familiar smell entered his nostrils, and he opened his mouth involuntarily and let out an "ah".

Young Master Mei was lazily leaning on his dilapidated old sofa, his fingers were moving quickly—putting together a high-end exquisite board.Linglong board is a kind of brain toy. It is a soft metal plate that is divided into shapes in advance. After repeated folding, a standard square will be obtained.

T knows that this is the habitual action of Master Mei when he is thinking. It is said that when people with an overactive brain want to concentrate on thinking about one thing, they need to distract part of their attention in order to devote themselves better.

"Why are you here?" T was obviously a little happy, he jumped a few steps and sat down beside Young Master Mei, his nose twitched a few times, "Have you changed your perfume?"

"Hmm..." Young Master Mei smiled slightly, looking a little tired, "How is it, do you like it?"

"It's fine if you like it, I don't have much research on these things." T habitually leaned on Young Master Mei, and suddenly remembered something, stretched out his hand to open Young Master Mei's shirt.

Young Master Mei dodged slightly, but then covered up his gaffe, and said with a teasing smile, "So anxious? Miss me?"

"How is your injury?" T saw that the bandage was still tied there, it was very new white, it seemed that it had just been put on.

"It's almost good." Young Master Mei put down the half-folded Linglong board in his hand, saying it was half, and it was indeed a standard half square.

"Listen, I don't care what you do, you don't need to tell me, but if you need me to do something for you," T paused, "Master, you must speak up."

"Hmm..." Young Master Mei snorted softly, his face relaxed a little, and he turned his gaze to the window, where there was a gorgeous rhododendron plant.

"The flowers you raised?" Young Master Mei asked.

"Well," T nodded, "I entrusted it to me by a strange old lady. It's very beautiful. There are not many places where you can see flowers now."

"She told you to raise it, so you can raise it, little idiot."

"She taught me Feng Shui." T said with a smile.

"Oh?" Young Master Mei raised an eyebrow, "Does she have any other flowers that need help?"

"Why don't you beg me, and I'll beg her?" T smiled happily.

Master Mei smiled and said nothing, and quickly put together the remaining half of the square. Then he stood up and stretched, and walked slowly around T's small apartment twice. He seemed to have lost some weight. Not as strong as before.

"Are you hungry? I'm going to work later. Would you like me to cook something for you?" T also stood up.

"No, I'm not hungry." Young Master Mei walked to the window and looked at the cuckoo inside the glass cover, "I'll be leaving in a while, I just came to see you."

T walked behind Young Master Mei, put his arms around Young Master Mei's waist, and pressed his face against Young Master Mei's back, feeling the scorching heat of a living person.Hugging is reassuring and gives people a sense of security that depends on life and death.

However, he knew that it would be an excellent result to die together. In this era, in this dilapidated house, dying alone on the street may be considered a happy ending.

"We don't seem to be able to go back..." T whispered.

"Baby, do you want to leave Central City?" Master Mei asked.

"I don't want to." T leaned against Master Mei's back and shook his head vigorously.

"Okay, then you have to protect yourself and don't go to dangerous places."

"Hmm." T smelled the perfume on Young Master Mei's body, feeling a little drowsy.He felt that Young Master Mei had changed, but he didn't seem to have changed.

Young Master Mei and T left the house together, T took the subway to the bar to start his work today, while Young Master Mei walked in the direction of Fifth Avenue.

T received a message on the way from the old woman in Dirt Lane simply stating when and where to meet this week.He didn't lie to Young Master Mei about this, and he did learn Feng Shui from this old woman. He is still at the introductory stage, and he has learned some complicated mathematics, but it is very suitable for his brain that is good at storing information in every detail.

Boss Chen hasn't come to the bar for a while, guessing he's busy with work on the other side.

How can people now have more than one identity?

t enters the bar through the back door. This door has been replaced with a new lock. It is no longer the previous combination lock, but a new type of key lock. There is a magnetic piece in the key, and it needs to be turned a specified number of times to open it.

The bar was in a mess, filled with the smell of chemicals and alcohol, he came a little early, before the cleaning staff arrived, T turned on the ventilator and the overhead light, and found a person sitting in the booth in the back drinking there.

If there is anyone at this time, it must be an alcoholic who is too drunk to drive away, and such a sober posture is obviously not one of them.

"Boss Chen?" T called out tentatively.

The man waved his hand, beckoning him to come over.

"Chen...?" T took a closer look, although judging from the speculation and familiar figure, this person was probably Chen Li, but this face was unfamiliar no matter how you looked at it.

"Oh..." Chen Yue rubbed his face, before he changed his face back, "Check out."

In this way, Chen Yue spent a sum of money in his bar, and left under T's perplexed eyes.

He has done a lot of stupid things during this time, and he doesn't care about adding this one.

After Yan Qiang woke up yesterday morning, Chen Li sent him back to the base. This wild dog with good physical fitness can go to the ground after two nights of sleep, but the black soul does not allow it.

Then he discussed with Fange and Songguang what had happened in Tsaoli Heaven. Although the obligor body was dead and the non-judiciary had enough business, everything was so weird that they had to be vigilant.The technical team has already started information investigation, and they will get more information about the merchant and Taolitian soon.

During this period of time, they are still active. According to speculation, these faceless bionics are still afraid to show their faces in public, otherwise they will never escape from the Taoli Heaven that day, so those faceless bionics should not be able to affect them on the ground. work.

But this incident is like the boundary of the vortex, which may soon drag them into an unpredictable quagmire.

This is not enough to constitute the reason why Chen Yue went to his own bar to drink in the middle of the night.

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The author has something to say:

Xiao Quer is really not an idiot! (dog head)