That night.
Yin Ren turned his face sideways, half of his face buried in the soft pillow. The words that the dog spat out a few hours ago were still dangling under his nose.
[Siren: In terms of strength gap, I am a mouse, the sniper is a wolf, and Qi Xin is a tiger.]
In the dark basement, the dog whined aggrievedly.
[Siren: She eats me as easily as melon seeds!]
It even turned on the vibration mode, buzzing and bouncing on the table, trying its best to express its fear.
"That sniper may be 'Mr. Qiu'." Zhong Cheng interrupted, "She specifically told us to be careful. This 'Mr. Qiu' should have been in contact with us."
"Being sniped" is also considered a type of contact.
Yin Ren was silent and tapped his cell phone on the table: "That's it? No more? She ate the old mayor and called me a cub. How much do you know about this?"
[Siren: Let me think about it.]
"'Special creatures' such as Qixin and dogs have their own food chains... There is too little information on this at the moment, we will study it later. Well, us."
It calls that thing an "eatable weakling."
He chewed the word "we" slowly, like it was some kind of delicious food.
Yin Ren didn't know whether to be serious or laughable. He twisted his face and brought the dog closer.
They will exist in the "Archives" and will be attracted by Guo Wei, who is about to become a ghost. The sniper's bullets can restrain the evil force, and Qi Xin can even directly devour the evil thing that is full of evil power. The mayor... This kind of existence is inextricably related to the evil thing.
[Siren: But it also depends on the individual.]
Zhong Cheng turned his eyes. Under the dim light, his eyes were like black holes punctured by paper.
"According to Qi Xin, the 'death' of the larvae of such special creatures may become 'evil' in the human concept... The evil force will turn into evil energy. Whether it is the evil force or evil energy, it can give birth to or strengthen the evil spirit. ”
Yin Ren stopped typing on his cell phone.
Yin Ren's tone became softer, and the dog's 1% battery showed up in a trembling manner, rising back to 2%.
Goudou slowly pulled up the browser and searched for the definition of "food chain". The two of them watched silently as the phone switched pages on its own for a long time before the next text bubble appeared.
If he were sent back in time and asked to describe the principles of things like "chips," "electricity," and "the Internet" to Fakisi in classical Chinese that he was unfamiliar with, he might not even be as good as a dog.
Yin Ren looked at Zhong Cheng, who was also deep in thought. His lover always reacts quickly and should come to a conclusion similar to his own.
[Siren: I thought you were "weak" before. Now I'm not sure about you, you're stronger than I thought and it's always changing.]
They still didn't know what Qi Xin and snipers were, but Yin Ren had some vague ideas in his mind.
Maybe Zhong Cheng's feelings are not deep, but as a person who has spanned a thousand years, Yin Ren can somehow understand the stupidity of a dog.
The gray-black nib scratched the paper.
He couldn't help but sigh and threw the shit back on the table.
He suddenly recalled that not long ago, in the archives room, there were dogs clamoring to eat the "meat cocklebur" monster.
"Okay, tell me about me."
"Irreversible deterioration and transformation, the sharing of food by the weakest at the bottom, the utilization of different types of 'nutrients'..."
"Do the 'strong' and 'weak' you describe to us refer to their positions in the food chain?" Zhong Cheng said, taking two steps forward and stopping next to Yin Ren.
The pencil Zhong Cheng was talking about suddenly stopped.
"I understand, you can't determine Yin Ren's position in your 'food chain'." Zhong Cheng said that he could translate the dog's language fluently.
"What?" Yin Renzheng listened carefully.
[Siren: Yes, I want such a brain.]
Dogs can eat meat and cockleburs, Qixin can eat dog food and imitations, it sounds like...
Yin Ren subconsciously looked in the direction Zhong Cheng said.
Even if he loves to surf the Internet with a tablet computer equipped with a chip and powered by electricity.
Zhong Cheng murmured softly, the tip of his pen gently poking the paper. He raised the corners of his mouth, showing an expression that was almost a smile.
After deciding to give the dog thing to Zhong Chengshuo for study, he mentioned it to Zhong Chengshuo. Sure enough, Zhong Cheng said that he raised his eyes, and his dark eyes instantly locked on the mobile phone on the table.
[Siren: Somewhat close.]
He took out a piece of paper, took a pencil from the tool box, and started drawing.
[Siren: To her, "imitation" is meat that is dying. It is no longer fresh after it is dead. She wanted to eat it while it was fresh.]
Whether it is meat cocklebur or dog things, they clearly do not belong to "this world." Regardless of Yin Ren's experience or Shi'an's records, such things are not "evil objects" in the conventional sense, let alone the sniper and Qi Xin whose strength is obviously beyond the standard.
"That's something we know now."
"Well, if the 'predator' at the top of the food chain is old, sick and disabled, or is just a cub, there is a possibility of being preyed on by the 'prey'... In this case, the definition of strong and weak is not absolute, that's what it means "?"
Although this relationship is not clear enough.
This time, it learned the lesson and didn't dare to be vague anymore. Instead, it tried to use its limited IQ to come up with metaphors.
Zhong Cheng said vigilantly: "I won't give it."
A few seconds later, the "porphy" sound of the message being delivered came out again.
"Yin Ren."
He greeted his lover in a low voice.
"Following Siren's metaphor of 'meat', assume that the evil force is the nutritious 'fresh meat', and the evil spirit is the deteriorated 'rotten meat and rotten water'... plus the evil things derived and grown from it. This Is the process like 'decomposition'?"
Yin Ren put away the soft expression on his face.
He glanced at the white paper with half of the cycle diagram drawn on it, and the ghost king's aura from thousands of years ago was revealed at the tip of the iceberg.
"It's possible that evil spirits appeared intensively during the hundreds of years of the Gong Dynasty. There weren't many evil things before the Gong Dynasty. With the advent of evil spirits, all kinds of strange evil things also flooded... Well, I might be one of them. ”
"Fierce" or "divine" are all named by humans through observation.
Speaking of this, Yin Ren's expression was a bit complicated.
"According to this theory, the 'divine drop' dropped the 'fresh meat' everywhere. What exactly did it drop?" Zhong Cheng said and put the paper with the thoughts on it on the wall, next to Yin Ren. Information: "This is the most interesting part."
It's a pity that they didn't hold a seminar on the spot afterwards.
The two strong men looked at each other lovingly, and just as they decided to continue exploring the mysteries of the world, Zhong Youde called Zhong Chengshuo's mobile phone.
The old man's voice was so loud that Yin Ren could hear it clearly without any special abilities.
"I just came back from a business trip. Why don't you go home and check it out? How are you and Xiao Yin doing? Your mother and I bought too much food. Why don't you come and have a meal today?"
In this way, Mr. Yama received his first task after returning - his father ordered him to buy fresh beef from a nearby supermarket. Comrade Xiao Zhong looked stern and stood at attention on the spot.
"You heard, our parents called us to have a meal." He said, "They may want to observe whether you have broken up with me."
Yin Ren: "..."
I don’t know if the Zhong family has too much confidence in their son or too little confidence.
"They have cooked your favorite pork ribs with juicy sauce, and they also want to stew beef." Zhong Cheng explained in detail, "You go back and eat it while it's hot. I'll clean up here and buy meat later." … You remember the way, right?”
"Remember."
As Zhong Cheng said and expected, Zhong's father and Zhong's mother didn't say anything explicitly. But seeing the tacit communication between the two "young people", they both showed some relief. The pork ribs with juicy sauce for dinner are attractive in orange, soft and sweet, and full of the warm taste of the world.
After a long day, they returned to their warm home again. Everything in the secret basement seems to be happening in another world.
Yin Ren pulled himself out of his memories.
At this moment, the dog is soaked in 75% alcohol and is receiving its punishment. Huang Liang was no longer restrained by his cell phone, and was rolling around in the living room, getting familiar with the surroundings.
The stewed "Zhong's special beef" was placed in the refrigerator compartment, and Zhong Cheng said he planned to use it to cook beef noodle soup tomorrow morning.
The curtains were still tightly closed. Zhong Cheng said that the curtains he chose had excellent light-blocking effects. All the moonlight was blocked outside, and it was impossible to see inside the room. It was a meat-eating night in the dark and windy night. Normally, Yin Ren would have parted a strand of his hair and reached into the refrigerator to eat a few pieces of beef.
Whether it's a kiss on the cheek or a new discovery that gets down to business, it's all worth celebrating with two delicious slabs of beef.
But Yin Ren can't do it now.
The long memories are over, and the Ghost King has to face the reality—
He was lying on his side on the bed Zhong Cheng said.
Zhong Cheng, who was wearing pajamas and a nightcap, was lying behind him, his whole body exuding the unique vapor and refreshing smell after taking a bath.
And listening to Zhong Cheng's breathing rate, the man was obviously awake.
He knew this was a bad idea! He knew they would lose sleep!
When he got home tonight, Yin Ren took his pillow back to the sofa. While eating an apple, it mysteriously flew to Zhong's bed, and there was an extra pillow next to it.
"I'm used to your breath and want to stay with you longer."
Zhong Cheng said sitting on the side of the bed with an expression as if he was holding a press conference.
"If you don't want to, I'll put it back..."
"Of course I do, but we won't be able to sleep."
"Won't."
"Yes." Celestial Master Zhong Da divinely asserted.
"It needs to be verified." Zhong Cheng said and changed the proposed route.
The results of the verification came out freshly, and at three-thirty in the morning, the two of them were sober that they couldn't be more awake.
Haha, what did he say before? Sure enough, ginger is still spicy. Yin Ren felt the depression around him, and Zhong Cheng said it was as if he had transformed into a log, with no movement at all except breathing.
Yin Ren began to count in his mind. When he counted to ten, Zhong Cheng said he was still imitating the wooden stake and he didn't mind chatting out loud and embarrassing his bedfellow.
Ten, nine, eight…
The sheets rustled, and Zhong Cheng moved. His movement was very slight, like a sparrow landing on a branch.
Seven, six, five…
The man's body temperature was close to his, and his heartbeat was a little faster than usual.
Four…
Yin Ren thought it would be a hug.
The movements Zhong Cheng said were more... special. He leaned weakly behind Yin Ren, his forehead gently touching Yin Ren's back. Zhong Cheng said that he placed a hand on Yin Ren's shoulder blade, his movements as light as a feather.
Yin Ren didn't wear pajamas properly, exposing a large piece of the back of his neck. Zhong Cheng said that his forehead touched Yin Ren's spinal joints. It was not soft, but it was close to each other.
Zhong Cheng froze again and let out a small sigh.
"That's great," he said.
Yin Ren was silent for a few minutes.
He turned over and faced the man face to face. He shrank under the pillow so that he could rest his forehead against Zhong Cheng's forehead.
In the darkness, Zhong Chengshuo stared at him quietly. The two of them were extremely close, their eyes unblinking. Without the obstruction of the glasses, they looked a little strange.
"Go to sleep." Yin Ren said, "It will be better in the future."
Zhong Cheng said slowly closing his eyes.
At this distance, the two people's breaths intertwined, and the atmosphere was a little thicker than before, but Zhong Cheng said he slowly fell asleep.
Yin Ren also closed his eyes.
In the living room, the dog's screen lit up.
A blood-red notification appeared on the Shian internal APP, and the screen switched to the content of the notification.
[The 44th National Security Special Investigation Team National Joint Exercise Competition-Participation Notice]
[Shi'an Haigu City Branch Class C Investigation Team: Special Team Nine]
[Pre-match survey & training location: Dongshan Fuzhai, Haigu City]
(End of chapter)