"Mr. He, is there anything I can help you with?"
Although the commodity supply office is in the form of a store, the service targets are all the internal personnel of the organization on the island, so there is no need to pay.
He Yu said: "I want to get some medicinal materials and some experimental supplies. Here is the list."
The clerk took it, put on his glasses, looked at it from beginning to end, and smiled: "Okay, no problem, please wait a moment."
The small TV in the store was playing an Australian talent show, and He Yu was standing in front of the counter next to the TV, watching aimlessly left and right, while waiting for the clerk to arrange the things. During this period, his eyes inadvertently swept across the shelves beside the cashier—
There are rows of condoms there.
In addition to the styles that are normally available on the market, there are also some products made by researchers on the island when they are bored, which are exclusively for Mandela Island.
He Yu had no interest in these things before, but now it's different. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a box of packaging that looked the most understated.
After a closer look, there are a few concise words written on the box: after-sales service is good, if it is damaged, I will deliver the baby.
He Yu took another box that looked the most pink.
This time the box says: take me, I'm better than animal taming pills.
It looks a little weird to pick up another box.
There are also words on the box, which reads: Black technology to increase pregnancy condom, I will definitely get pregnant with it.
When the clerk came out with the plastic bag, he saw He Yu researching these things there. The clerk smiled and said, "Mr. He, do you need to introduce the effect?"
He Yu took the bag, and after hesitating for a while, nodded.
In the evening, He Yu returned home with a bag filled with medicinal herbs to relieve cough, moisten the lungs, calm the mind and calm the mind, as well as a few boxes.
He came back earlier than usual, and as soon as he entered the door, he found Xie Qingcheng sitting at the desk, writing something with his head down.
Now, Xie Qingcheng no longer has to deliberately act in desperation in order to paralyze the watchers, and Mandela's people also know that his personality is tough, and he will not be trapped in depression and wasting time all the time. In the case of really unable to escape, save his physical strength, do not do unnecessary struggle, calm and calm, as if waiting for an opportunity to break out at any time, this is his convincing state.
Therefore, what He Yu saw Xie Qingcheng was very quiet.
He couldn't help but stunned.
The house was remodeled after imitating the guest room of an old villa, and even the carpet was made old according to his requirements. The man was sitting in front of the writing desk with his eyes down. Outside the window was a lonely moon, and the moonlight shone on him. On his body, it was as if a plain white shirt from many years ago was draped over his shoulders, just like the uniform he wore when he was a doctor.
At that moment, He Yu felt like he was going back in time.
It was as if he only had to say, "Doctor Xie."
The young Xie Qingcheng would raise his head, look back at him from the desk, and ask him lightly, "What's the matter, kid?"
And as if to confirm his long-cherished wish, Xie Qingcheng heard the movement and really looked away from the scroll as he did ten years ago, and landed on He Yu's face.
It's just not what He Yu looked down on when he was a child.
Xie Qingcheng looked up at him and coughed softly: "What's wrong?"
He Yu saw his left eye, which had lost its light forever.
There are a few streaks of white in the ink hair.
Xie Qingcheng is no longer the twenty-year-old of Long Zhangfengzi.
He Yu woke up like a dream and returned to God: "...Nothing."
Gentle hometown entangles people, and reliving the mandarin duck dream is even more thought-provoking. He Yu slept with Xie Qingcheng, and he was a little out of control. Occasionally, he was nice to Xie Qingcheng, and the people of Mandela were not surprised. Especially Xie Qingcheng has been a little sick recently.
So He Yu's behavior of bringing some medicine to Xie Qingcheng was not suspected, nor was anyone criticized.
He Yu is not a person who is completely ruthless, and he will do both with kindness and power. Blindly torturing the old lover in the palm of his hand is more likely to be suspicious.
He got out of the kitchen and made a dinner for himself.
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If the genius He Yu has one weakness, it might be his life skills.
After so many years, Young Master He, who was ordered by the young master, is still not very good at cooking. He tossed around in the kitchen for almost two hours, and the final product was still unsightly.
Those dishes taste bad, but their nutrition is good. There are old duck dendrobium pot, American ginseng, lily and fig pork ribs soup, etc., all of which are herbal diets that nourish the lungs. In addition, there is a casserole of tomato and potato simmered beef brisket. That is Xie Qing. I can have a little appetite to eat something when I am not feeling well.
"Where did you find American ginseng?" Xie Qingcheng coughed a few times and rummaged through the ingredients.
"I got it from the pharmacy."
"...How come there are pig lungs."
He Yu: "Zoya raised it."
"She raised on the island... these?"
"She has a small farm here, and it has everything in it. And it's all natural and green food. She farms and feeds the animals herself."
Xie Qingcheng put down the spoon, no matter how green food was, he couldn't eat pig lungs.
And he felt a little subtle.
Zoya became a fugitive because she did some cruel experiments in the Chernobyl radiation zone. He couldn't imagine the picture of such a person farming.
He Yu saw what Xie Qingcheng was thinking and said, "Zuoya doesn't really like technology at all, she always said that when the Mandela Metaverse is really realized, then she will go to farm then, Don't do anything, just be a farmer."
Xie Qingcheng: "...she doesn't like technology at all?"
"It can even be said to be hatred." He Yu said, "Although her ability in this area is top-notch, I heard that her daughter died because of this. That was her only relative."
Xie Qingcheng fell into deep thought.
Seeing that he forgot about his body when he talked about work, He Yu felt helpless: "You drink the soup first, okay?"
Xie Qingcheng didn't care: "That Zoya..."
"I'll tell you about Zoya's background carefully after you finish drinking, or I won't tell you any more."
"… "
Really people have to bow their heads under the eaves.
Xie Qingcheng had to drink a bowl of soup.
"Pig lungs are also eaten."
"It's almost done." Xie Qingcheng said, "I can never eat this kind of thing."
After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and folded his fingers: "Go ahead."
"..." Seeing that he really refused and couldn't force it, He Yu sighed, thought about it, and said, "Have you seen her daughter in the control room of the rapid cold light, it's the girl who was projected. "
Xie Qingcheng recalled the little girl with blond hair holding a doll in the main control room. Now that she thinks about it, that child's eyebrows and eyes are indeed very similar to Zoya.
He nodded.
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The scientists on the school didn't ask each other about the past, why Zoya was alone, and whether she had a husband, we don't know. But she accidentally mentioned that her child was killed once... She had worked in some private laboratory before, presumably someone she trusted betrayed her. Zoya later became very cruel and selfish, she was a total villain, but her purpose of doing evil was simpler than the rest of the island, every experiment she did, every thing she invented, was to resurrect her children . "
When He Yu said this, he also gave an example: "Actually, violent killing is a typical example. It was created by Zoya when she was trying to implant one person's consciousness into another person's brain."
"The girl in the Rapid Cold Light control room is also Zoya's experiment?"
"Yes." He Yu said, "She is the embryonic form of the reborn person in the Metaverse. You have seen her and you know how lifelike she is. She is like the person in Teresa Teng's resurrection image, she can walk back and forth, sing, or talk. But these are not programmed, but Zoya's thoughts using some of her daughter's brain fragments she has saved. You can see her thoughts are very simple, just a few repetitions, but she does give Zhuo Ya brings great hope."
"… "
"Zoya's request to the organization is that after the Mandela Metaverse is established, they will give her daughter an entity and let her return to her, and then their mother and daughter will return home, and she will never again Don't be a researcher anymore. My wife promised her."
Xie Qingcheng: "Seeking skin with a tiger, can you really talk?"
Because He Yu deliberately turned the range hood to the highest setting while cooking, and hasn't turned it off yet, and the two of them are sitting close together and speaking in a low voice, Duan Wen couldn't identify what they were talking about from the surveillance.
He Yu said: "They have no choice but to trust her."
Xie Qingcheng seemed to have thought of something, and frowned slightly: "Why have none of these scientists on the island tried to replace Duan Cuizhen...? Are they all willing to work for her?"
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"Duan Wen has always done a good job of protecting Duan Cuizhen, usually only the high-level can see her. Recently, her body has become weaker and weaker, and even the high-level can easily disappear." He Yu said, "And I have always felt that among those high-ranking people, there is an unspoken secret. It is that secret that makes them always willing to take Duan Cuizhen as their leader without any second thoughts. It's just that they have kept it from me until now. In addition, I have another It feels like the commander of the Dreambreaker is also investigating what the secret is."
"Then did he find out?"
He Yu shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.
Then he put the spoon down, got up and said, "Stop talking, there is still something stewing in the pot, I'll bring it to you."
The last dish turned out to be Chuanbei Sydney Cream.
Stewed into the soft glutinous pears, the grated Chuanbei was placed, the lid was lifted, and the bowl was filled with clear and sweet soup.
Xie Qingcheng raised his eyes and met He Yu's gaze.
"I've been stewing for a long time." He Yu said, "You can drink it while it's hot."
After a pause, he continued:
"Don't waste it like you did three years ago."
Xie Qingcheng broke up with He Yu three years ago. At that time, there was a cup of Chuanbei Sydney soup simmering in the kitchen. Xie Qingcheng didn't drink it, put on his clothes and left.
Xie Qingcheng lowered his eyelashes, looking at the pear soup in the bowl, the feeling of uncertainty was scattered in his heart like smoke. He looked at He Yu's face after a light cigarette, and only felt like watching flowers in the fog. He turned his head slightly and thought, but he was not sure if there was still a little bit left in this pear paste, which belonged to the past. Insanely gentle.
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In front of him, He Yu put his hand out of the quilt and turned off the light by the bedside. When he retracted his hand again, there was something more in his palm.
He did all this very naturally, Duan Wen only thought that they were going to sleep through monitoring, and He Yu went to turn off the lights.
He Yu handed the things in his palm to Xie Qingcheng.
It was a very inconspicuous leather bracelet with a very simple decoration. He Yu directly clasped Xie Qingcheng's fingers and put the bracelet on Xie Qingcheng's wrist irresistibly.
"what?"
"Fengbo bracelet." He leaned close to his ear and said in a low voice, "I just bought the materials and modified them this afternoon, so they won't be monitored by Duan Wen's equipment. If anything happens... just like your previous few days. Something like a fever... you can always contact me or the organization."
"You're wearing it, I'm more at ease."
When He Yu said these words, he kept clasping Xie Qingcheng's hand tightly.
At that moment, he believed that Xie Qingcheng also thought of something that happened between them a few years ago—
After He Yu fell ill, Xie Qingcheng gave He Yu a specially made emotional monitoring ring. He Yu kept the bracelet close to him until he fell into the ocean during the shipwreck, and the bracelet followed It sank into the sea.
"Don't lose it."
"..." Xie Qingcheng rubbed the bracelet.
"Would you like to try it? I've set the channel."
The bracelet has a leather buckle, which is a hidden headset.
Xie Qingcheng adjusted the headset and put it in his ear, and sure enough, there was a signal receiving sound of DiDi. The mechanical voice said: "The Fengbo system is activated, you are welcome to use it."
Xie Qingcheng gave the order with a very low decibel: "Take the headquarters."
"Received. Connecting to headquarters..."
After a few seconds, Feng Bo really connected to the Shanghai headquarters again. Xie Qingcheng heard the voice of the commander-in-chief that he had never heard these days: "Xie Qingcheng?"
Xie Qingcheng couldn't help but glanced at He Yu first, and then responded to the commander.
The commander was surprised. After the two chatted for a while, the commander said: "He Yu has already told us the matter, you are all cautious, don't take risks, save your physical strength, we have completed the value of the rapid cold light. Deciphering, you can design countermeasures immediately, before that, you must stabilize the scene with He Yu, so that Mandela will not find abnormal, understand?"
Xie Qingcheng: "…Understood."
His mood was a bit complicated. He thought that He Yu had told them countless times that Mandela Island was not so surreal, but because He Yu was a mental patient, the truth he said was not accepted by the headquarters. At this moment, Xie Qingcheng suddenly felt like a person standing outside the dream, but he couldn't wake up those people who saw these illusions as real.
He has always believed that the truth is very important.
Now he finds that in the eyes of many people, the truth is only what they believe, and the truth seems to be in the hands of so-called "normal people". Whoever is the mainstream is the absolute truth, and in order to protect everything they want to protect, they can only acquiesce to such social rules.
He couldn't express the feeling in his heart.
The commander is still exhorting: "It's all dangerous, but in the end we can always overcome..."
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"Command." Xie Qingcheng suddenly interrupted him.
The commander-in-chief paused: "What's wrong?"
Xie Qingcheng: "Actually, you should believe that this island—"
"You should believe that we know everything on this island, you don't have to worry." He Yu stopped his words.
He used his eyes to imply Xie Qingcheng not to talk any more.
The commander was stunned for a moment: "It's not too early for Mandela Island, is He Yu by your side?"
Before Xie Qingcheng could answer, He Yu held his hand. He Yu held his hand and wrote stroke by stroke in his palm: Don't say it, I didn't tell him everything.
After all, they go undercover with their colleagues until they have to sleep on the same bed every day, and they also have to do fake dramas. It's really turning upside down. This is not something worth showing off, and they really don't want to report such details to the headquarters.
Xie Qingcheng responded to the commander perfunctorily and ended the call.
"Why don't you let me corroborate your idea."
"They'll treat you like a lunatic," He Yu said, "or think you've been brainwashed by me."
"… "
"You can't convince a dog that the world is in color. Of course I didn't mean that the commander was a dog. But I don't think it's necessary to convince them of it all. Three years ago, Mandela's weapons weren't so advanced. , but now, humans are no safer than robots. The brainwashed humans on the island have all kinds of equipment and self-destruction devices on them, which are also dangerous. Our ultimate goal is to destroy the island. , at this point, it doesn't matter who's perception is correct or who's wrong."
He Yu paused, and there seemed to be some gleam in the abyss in his eyes:
"I think when they are all arrested, the Dream Breakers will know that I have never deceived them."
Public affairs are over, private affairs are left.
He Yu asked after a while of silence, "Have you ever vomited today?"
Xie Qingcheng was still thinking about the communication with the Dreambreaker just now, and after a while he said absentmindedly: "It's nothing, just once."
"Oh..." He Yu was thoughtful, and after a while, he leaned over and said to Xie Qingcheng, "Well, I actually bought something back today."
"What?" Xie Qingcheng was still a little lost.
He Yu hesitated: "It's just me thinking, when we are acting, why don't we take a safety measure..."
"Well..." Xie Qingcheng still didn't lose his mind. After a while, he came back to his senses, "What?"
He Yu looked embarrassed: "In case you... I mean in case... If there is such a probability... Given the current situation, I think it might be better... "
Xie Qingcheng couldn't say whether he was angry or funny for a while.
It's ridiculous that only at this time would He Yu want to take protective measures, but what's irritating is that He Yu believed in such an incredible thing deep in his heart.
Xie Qingcheng was completely speechless by him, and when his thoughts flowed, his father's temper came up, and he suddenly raised his hand and pinched He Yu's chin: "If you are really worried about this kind of thing, then I'll be on top. "
He Yu: "..."
Xie Qingcheng is very masculine. In fact, just looking at his appearance, his temperament is abstinent and majestic, his eyebrows are dark and straight, his facial features are much more distinct than He Yu, and he has broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and even hands. He was born very manly and very attractive to girls or zeros. He was resolute everywhere, and there was really no reason to be subservient to others.
It's just that he doesn't have much interest in this kind of thing, and he doesn't like to take the initiative, so he is more open-minded, so he has never argued with He Yu.
Until He Yu repeatedly thought that he might have a child, Xie Qingcheng couldn't bear it anymore, and finally pinched the little bastard's chin, leaned on the pillow and said gloomily that he wanted to let He Yu in
"Do you want it?" Xie Qingcheng's lazy voice contained a sense of oppression, "Anyway, Duan Wen can't be seen with the quilt covered."
He Yu stared at him for a few seconds, then rolled over and pressed him, clasped the man's slender fingers, and pressed it on the pillow: "This is not good."
Xie Qingcheng just wanted to ridicule him, but he didn't really want to do it. But he didn't expect He Yuhui to be so decisive.
This made the man who used to be a husband narrow his eyes slightly: "Why."
He Yu paused for a moment, before bowing his head and kissing him and going to Yunyu together, he thought that Xie Qingcheng was only suitable for being strong, and I was afraid of pain. "
Xie Qingcheng: "..."
Stupid people fight hard, smart people show weakness. Flattery can also be casually shot when necessary.
Sure enough, when He Yu said this, Xie Qingcheng, who was used to taking care of people, couldn't catch a word, so he could only let He Yu kiss him, but he didn't see He Yu burying his face in his neck to kiss him. When he turned his neck, there was a faint smile of conspiracy in his eyes.
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