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Zhou Zhijie shuddered: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why can't it be cured? How do you know it can't be cured?!"

Xiao Mocun clenched his teeth, desperate to the extreme, he actually smiled.

"I know him."

Although he would never want to remember it, that name was like being welded to him with a soldering iron, and it was impossible to forget it.

"Who is it?" Zhou Zhijie asked impatiently.

"Yes……"

Saying that title was like killing him.

His throat was sticky, his facial muscles twitched a few times uncontrollably, his temples thumped, his bones seemed to be creaking, and in the next second he was like a leopard bursting into flames——

boom!

Suddenly, he slammed his fist on the table!

The brute force was as strong as a hammer, the pen cap keyboard on the desktop bounced up and then fell down in an uproar, the thermos cup fell over with a bang, a large piece of hot water was poured out in a second, and the water vapor evaporated quickly.

"Hey!" The old man stood up suddenly, and quickly rescued the keyboard and mouse, "What are you doing!"

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, there were two more punches, Xiao Mocun's eyes were shattered, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging. These two punches actually smashed a crack on the old and faded table!

In the loud noise, the three of them took a step back in an instant, and their eyelids twitched every time they punched!

Like a cigarette butt in a gunpowder keg, Alpha instantly became violent. He cleared all the remaining things on the desktop with a bang, stared angrily at the front, and clapped his hands on the computer screen——

"Xiao Mocun, are you crazy?!"

During the lightning, Zhou Zhijie rushed to play and hugged Xiao Mocun's shoulders desperately, feeling that the muscles under his hands were hardened like stone.

"Come help, hold him down!" He yelled, his hands clutching the shoulder bones on both sides desperately, not daring to let go for a moment.

Only then did the other two react from the shock, and quickly stepped forward to restrain their arms. Unexpectedly, Alpha fought hard, and the old and the young were almost hit by his elbow.

"Let go of me!" Xiao Mocun yelled at both sides, struggling desperately, "Let go, do you hear me!"

The sound volume was so loud that it almost shattered the glass of the pharmacy.

"Don't listen to him, put him on the chair!" The three dragged him back with all their strength, and finally stabilized him in the chair after a long while.

"Is there any tranquilizer?!"

"Ah?...Ah?" The young doctor who was the middleman had already panicked, pinching Xiao Mocun's arm and looking at Zhou Zhijie in bewilderment.

"I asked if you had any tranquilizers! Get one here!"

"I'm coming!!" The old man snapped the other arm behind the chair and signaled Zhou Zhijie to press it to death, then rushed to the medicine cabinet in three steps to find a shot, bit off the seal and inserted it into Alpha's arm swiftly and accurately.

The push rod moves forward evenly, and the cold liquid rushes into the blood instantly.

Alpha, who was out of control, was still desperately resisting at first, his back hit the back of the chair and rattled, and his two feet stomped on the ground impatiently as if he was about to rush out in the next second.After a few minutes, he finally calmed down, his eyelids drooped weakly, but there was a bead of sweat on his forehead, his whole body exuded a strong smell of ebony, and the overwhelming pheromones made the calf of the other three people almost cramp.

The excited nervous system is temporarily controlled by a large dose of drugs, and the agitated pheromones are looking for possible exits, sweat, blood, glands, and are running and clamoring to get out.

Five minutes later, Xiao Mocun was panting heavily, his chest heaved violently, and his hands on his knees were trembling.

Zhou Zhijie was also sweating profusely from exhaustion, a long scar on his forearm was rubbed against the corner of the table during the fierce confrontation, and after a while it was as red and prominent as a small mountain range.

"Xiao Mocun?!" He yelled in a low voice, trying to call back a sober friend.

There was a mess on the table and on the ground, the hot water turned cold, dripped down the crack, and hit the ground drop by drop, mixing with Alpha's cold sweat.

After a while, Xiao Mocun's nostrils fluttered, and he raised his scarlet eyes to look at him, blood was still oozing from his split lips.

"Zhi Jie..."

In this response to his friend, there is embarrassment, pain, and despair that is about to burst his chest.

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After a riot at the pharmacy of Mercy Hospital, Zhou Zhijie took Xiao Mocun away from there.

Before leaving, the old man stopped him, saying that the patient is like a ticking time bomb and may lose his mind at any time, and he cannot handle it alone when he gets sick.

But Zhou Zhijie didn't listen.

The man's surname is Qi, and he became ill more than 20 years ago, so it is not difficult to guess at all.

After leaving the hospital, they didn't have the guts to drive again, so the two walked north along the unfamiliar street, with no destination and no time limit, and their tense nerves gradually relaxed.

Cars passed by one after another on the street, exhaust fumes raised dust and flying debris, Xiao Mocun finally spoke only when the sky was getting dark.

"Zhi Jie." His voice was hoarse, and his hair was a bit messy.

"Yeah." Zhou Zhijie answered very restrainedly, only saying that he was here and he could listen.

After another long silence, Xiao Mocun looked up at the dusk that was mostly covered by the office building, as if looking at his own life where the light source was gradually extinguished.

"That man is my biological father." The words were dejected.

The short-handled knife stuck in his throat finally came to light, and the throat was bloody and bloody.

His life experience is like a record of shame engraved on his back, line after line, wild characters in bright red color, teeny lowercase densely covered his entire back.

The temperature plummeted, and every word he heard felt chills, and Zhou Zhijie shivered uncontrollably.

The lighter blew softly, and Xiao Mo lit a cigarette in Mufeng, and held it between his fingers without smoking, concentrating on controlling the vibration there.

The smell of tar curls up, a little smoky.

"I've seen him," he said.

In the first month after being forced to recognize his ancestors and return to his clan, Qi Minghong took him to visit the prison.At that time, Qi Chengwen was separated from him by a bulletproof glass, and excitedly picked up the phone to talk to him.Xiao Mocun ignored it, and Qi Chengwen began to slap and punch the glass with his palms, which shook the entire partition board and iron frame, and the steel cuffs slapped on the glass, making a shrill and piercing sound.

The other prisoners at the scene seemed to be used to it, and they didn't show any surprise, calmly waiting for the prison guards to subdue them.

"Where is he?" Zhou Zhijie asked.

Xiao Mocun raised the cigarette to take a puff, but his fingers were still shaking, so he had to put it down again.

"In jail and out of his mind," he said.

The sparks between his fingers flickered on and off, just like his nerves jumping at the moment.The memories scattered in the brain are connected by a clue to form a complete story.

On a certain day 27 years ago, Qi Chengwen, who was always yelling and hugging, was tired of listening to the reports of the people below, and suddenly wanted to visit a newly opened store in a low-key way, and ran into an Omega on the corner of the street.

The body is intertwined, and the fragrance of flowers enters the nose, and I can't extricate myself from love.

Unexpectedly, they met in different order, the gentle and pleasant Omega already had a fiancé, and refused to accept Qi Chengwen's pursuit no matter what, all gifts were returned as they were, and the Chu He Han world was clearly distinguished.

But who is Qi Chengwen?

He is an Alpha of Eβ10 level, and the only heir to the business empire of the Qi family, and he is arrogant and arrogant.

No one has ever been able to disobey his will.

He will get what he wants, grab it if he can't get it, and destroy it if he can't grab it.Not long after, Omega's fiancé's career suffered a complete failure, and he jumped from the top floor of the Golden Land Building, blood splashing on the side of Qi Chengwen's car.And Omega was tied to the hotel by Qi Chengwen on the night of the funeral and raped over and over again, and finally the canine teeth pierced the gland, leaving a mark for a lifetime.

Soft fragrance, blood, paranoia, madness.

The worst thing is to meet that moment.

The exact same story was replayed by the two generations, the difference was that Xiao Mo was embarrassed by someone who loved him.

In fact, Qi Chengwen was once gentle and refined.

Like Xiao Mocun, he knelt down in front of Omega again and again to repent, told her about his illness, explained his involuntary behavior, and pushed all misbehavior to the gland.

What a perfect excuse.

But Xiao Mocun's mother is not Yu Nian.Not only did she not forgive, but she gritted her teeth and gave birth to a "evil seed" in October.Selling the house, writing a complaint, finding a lawyer, and begging the media, she tried her best to convict Qi Chengwen, then climbed to the top of Jindi, and ended her life in the same way as her sweetheart.

Everything was urgent and ruthless, and before finding a better place to throw Xiao Mocun away, he left him hastily under the big pine tree.

After being imprisoned, Qi Chengwen learned that his favorite had passed away, and his condition soon deteriorated.There are few waking moments, but many moments of madness. She looks no different from a madman, and miraculously survives to this day.

Qi Minghong must know all the secrets, but he didn't know that his grandson also had the same disease, so he donated money to the hospital and ordered the insider to keep silent.

He didn't want to make Xiao Mocun's Qi family more disgusted and disgusted, and he didn't want to make his family's ugliness public.

The smoke burned shorter and shorter, and it soon burned Xiao Mocun's fingers.

With a conditioned reflex, the two fingers loosened, the cigarette butt fell to the ground, and the sparks scattered in all directions.

Just about to bend down to pick it up, Xiao Mocun suddenly realized that the person beside him was gone.He turned his head and saw that Zhou Zhijie had stopped at some point, and the expression on his face changed drastically.

"Why, are you afraid of me too?" Xiao Mocun frowned.

An ambulance was driving in the distance, the sharp siren was getting closer and closer, and it flew across the middle of the road in a flash.Zhou Zhijie seemed to have thought of something terrible, a very deep Sichuan character was twisted between his brows, and his body was bumped into a dirty place by a passing pedestrian.

"What's the matter?"

Xiao Mocun walked back, his heart beating faster inexplicably.

After a while, the eyes of the two met, and Zhou Zhijie's Adam's apple slipped heavily.

"Mo Cun." His voice was vacant, "Have you ever thought about one thing..."

"What?" Xiao Mocun asked.

Zhou Zhijie's figure was against the dusk, his eyes were full of sympathy, but every word he uttered was filled with endless frost.

"This disease should be hereditary..."

With a squeak, the needlepoint pierces the papery fantasy, and the mosquitoes and flies named reality come out of the hole.

It turns out that there is despair above despair, and you will never know what the worst possibility is until the last moment.

Xiao Mocun's body was cold, and his blood froze instantly.