Yin Ren leaned against the toilet partition door.
Until now, he has never had such a feeling - he gnawed carrion roots as a child, swallowed countless evil things as a child, and never knew how to write the word "nausea".
Is it a food problem
No, probably not. Yin Ren carefully savored the food he had just swallowed. It was clear that the fresh beef was of good quality. If there was any unusual material, he would definitely be able to sniff it out.
So it's a human problem
The two men at the next table, one an old man, didn't smell strange at all. The two men were thoroughly teased by Ge Tingting, and Huang Jin did not give any unusual warning.
Before the nausea, he didn't feel anything unusual.
Eliminating all possibilities, it can only be that his body has changed. There must be a trigger for everyone to get sick, let alone such a big and vicious one like me.
But he couldn't think smoothly.
Yin Ren felt dizzy and leaned against the partition door, trying hard not to fall down. His limbs were still weak, and the strange feeling lingered.
It's pain, but it doesn't feel like pain. It was as if he had grown a brand new sensory organ, messing up his entire perception. Something was flowing in his blood, stirring under his skin. It was a strange feeling of soreness, and Yin Ren's vision was shaky, with countless weak ripples appearing in it.
Who would have thought that Mr. Ghost King's hair was pulling at the door frame, and he was unwilling to enter the room. He muttered "the room doesn't smell" and tried his best to rub himself on the sofa.
Zhong Cheng said, holding the mug filled with rehydration fluid and sitting on the edge of the bed a little helpless.
As a Mankang science researcher, Zhong Cheng said he could not feel the evil spirit or evil force. He only knew that the green plants in the house did not respond, and Yin Ren's evil power did not leak out.
Yin Ren's warm limbs swept over the instep of his feet and flowed around his calves. They hugged Zhong Cheng warmly, not too lightly nor too hard, almost like a hug.
Yin Ren could only express his "no problem" in this way.
"I'm fine." Yin Ren forced himself to speak, "My stomach feels a little uncomfortable. Let's go... home..."
"The police gave feedback that the two men were regular customers of the store, and the old man's financial status was clean. They had had four or five conflicts over support issues, and this was not the first time the police had dealt with them."
Lu Xiaohe: "Are you sure you don't want to call 120? It just so happens that 110 is here too..."
"... They didn't do it." Yin Ren snorted, "I don't know the details... I have never encountered such a situation before."
The bedroom was dark, and these limbs "swelled up" and reached his ankles, feeling like warm jelly.
Lu Xiaohe: "..."
"What's going on?" It was Lu Xiaohe's voice.
Zhong Cheng said he mixed some warm rehydration solution with salt and sugar. He stared at the cup in his hand for a while, unsure whether it would be useful to Xi Sha.
Hold on, Yin Ren gritted his teeth - at least he has to maintain his human form, the majestic ghost king cannot appear in the image of the horror legend in the toilet.
Zhong Cheng said, grabbing Yin Ren's arm and holding him on his shoulder. Yin Ren closed his eyes and tried to reduce his weight so that Zhong Cheng could drag him out of the toilet smoothly.
She really didn't believe that these two were members of the Sinking Society. Using a gastrointestinal problem to postpone the execution sounds very unreliable.
Zhong Cheng said he touched those wings and they lightly rubbed against his palm.
His situation can be said to be unprecedented, and Yin Ren can't find the reason for the time being...
"Yin Ren just had a physical examination at Shi'an a while ago. There is no problem with his health." Zhong Cheng said holding Yin Ren tightly with one hand and opening the app with the other hand to call a taxi. "If anything happens, I will send him to the doctor. Sister Lu, if tomorrow He’s not well yet, I’ll take a sick leave for him.”
The sound in his ears became vague and faint, and someone was calling his name. Yin Ren shook his head and could barely distinguish Zhong Cheng's voice.
Zhong Cheng was silent for a moment: "Well, I'll take him home to rest first. You guys eat first, and I'll pay when you're done."
Human hospitals can't detect thousand-year-old evils. He just wants to find a safe place to reunite.
"I won't drink..." Yin Ren replied in a daze, his head covered by the quilt. The translucent wings swooshed towards Zhong Cheng's ankles, almost covering his knees.
At first, Zhong Cheng said he wanted to move Yin Ren into the bedroom where the man had never slept once in his eight hundred lifetimes.
But he was surprisingly calm.
Knowing a little bit of the inside story, Huang Jin's tone was even more shocking: "Why did it suddenly happen like this?"
Yin Ren's power has not gone out of control, and although his thinking is a bit chaotic, he is generally sober - some time ago, whether he was adapting to the evil force or practicing power control, he had no problems.
They shone with a gray light, a bit like the translucent wings of Yin Ren itself. The miniature wings were glued to each other and covered the bedroom floor. Zhong Cheng said he had no choice but to take off his shoes and walk to the bed barefoot.
"Drink water?" Zhong Cheng said and sat down on the edge of the bed, holding the cup towards the bulge on the quilt.
What's more, when Yin Ren was being carried away, he tried to look in the direction of the hot pot he had just started eating, looking weak and regretful.
Yin Ren was probably quite satisfied with his lover's scent. He shrank into the quilt and wrapped himself into a perfect bulge. But not long after, many strange limbs "flowed" down from the edge of the quilt.
But judging from the external appearance, Yin Ren is not normal now.
To be precise, he is now more than a little stronger than when he first entered Shi'an. This should not be the case.
His body was undergoing some kind of transformation.
"Yin Ren?" Zhong Cheng said with confusion in his voice, "Yin Ren?"
"Sick?" he asked.
Yin Ren struggled to open the door and hooked his arm around Zhong Chengshuo's shoulder.
"I don't know." Yin Ren replied in a muffled voice.
You can't let the patient... The sick man lie on the sofa. Zhong Cheng said that he sent Yin Ren into his bedroom and placed it in the middle of the double bed.
The strange dizzy feeling is still there. Yin Ren simply let go of part of his control and allowed his inhuman limbs to be exposed a little to make himself more relaxed.
Unlike the time in the archives, this change did not make Yin Ren feel ominous, only pure strangeness.
Wrapped in the familiar aura, Yin Ren closed his eyes with peace of mind. He could hold it in the archives, so there's no reason why he couldn't this time. Someone was beside him, within reach of him.
Strange changes, strange feelings. The mixture didn't taste as bad as he thought.
Drowsiness, soreness, and tingling. They cycled back and forth, entangled in Yin Ren's body endlessly. Yin Ren grabbed hold of Zhong Cheng beside the bed and said, shrinking deeper into the bed.
"Take your temperature, call in sick tomorrow, and remember to keep your fever down to a low level." Zhong Cheng said, he froze beside the bed for a while, then handed over an electronic thermometer, "Have a good rest for the day."
Yin Ren's wings politely closed the thermometer for a while, leaving a distinct reading of 43 degrees Celsius.
Zhong Cheng said: "..."
Zhong Cheng patted the semi-liquid wings at his hand: "... lower it."
Finally, Zhong Cheng said that he concluded that the ghost king's temperature control ability was not as good as the hot water cup. With a straight face, he sent a photo of a thermometer close to 38 degrees to the work group, and said that Yin Ren had taken antipyretics and his fever had gone down.
[Final success: I will also take half a day off tomorrow.]
[Final success: I will go to the company in the morning and come back to take care of Yin Ren in the afternoon.]
[Galaxy: Okay, I’ll say hello to Li Bu Fu Bu and the others]
[Galaxy: Take good care of your health, put your body first, don’t be too anxious]
There is really no rush. After all, this is an execution mission specifically for them. Even if Yin Ren takes sick leave for the first half of the year, he will enthusiastically wait for their return.
Zhong Cheng sighed and left the bedroom with one foot deep and one foot shallow. After a while, he came back with a mop.
"Let me clean the room." He explained to the squirming wings. "Keeping the room clean and ventilated may be good for your situation - do you have the strength to move these wings now?"
"Hmm."
Zhong Cheng said that he started the fresh air air conditioner in the room. While chanting "kick up your feet", he dragged the entire bedroom.
Wherever the King of Hell passes by with a mop in his hand, his wings spread like waves, and it looks a bit spectacular.
Late at night.
Zhong Cheng said that he had never thought of sleeping next to Yin Ren so that he could take care of the sick.
Yin Gui Bao had no objections, but Zhong Cheng said he had been thinking about it for a long time. Firstly, he couldn't figure out how to do the fierce care, and secondly, he thought it was a bit subtle to use his boyfriend's body as a mattress, so he couldn't make up his mind.
Those wings feel really nice though, and one can't help but imagine what it would be like to hold them.
That night, the two swapped sleeping positions. In order to find the abnormality more easily, Zhong Cheng said he decided to sleep on the sofa.
Nothing happened all night.
The next day, Zhong Cheng said that as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw several wings dragging a bunch of iced grapes and quietly retracting into the bedroom.
Oh, looks like my appetite has returned a bit.
"There is breakfast on the table," Zhong Cheng said, adjusting his shirt collar. "I made millet porridge that is easy to digest."
A string of wings stuck together lined up and fluttered out of the crack of the door. Chong Zhongcheng shook his head, then lined up and retracted. Zhong Cheng said that after staring at the narrow crack in the door for a while, it was very strange, and he wanted to make it bigger.
"Yin Ren, can you get me a small pack of cleansing wipes? It's on the bedside table."
Weird limbs moved, and after a while, the wings poked out again. The deformed wings held the cleansing towel and jumped closer.
Zhong Cheng put the pack of mint cleansing wipes into his pocket and quickly grabbed the leading wings - different from the huge strange wings of the original fierce body, these small wings were similar in size to a raven, warm and soft to the touch.
It was placed warmly in Zhong Chengshuo's hand, slightly bent to one side, and Zhong Chengshuo could feel Yin Ren's slight confusion.
Zhong Cheng said, taking a breath, imitating Yin Ren's way of sipping butter, and pressed his lips to the edge of the wings.
The wings immediately burned a few degrees and quickly retracted into the bedroom.
"I'm at work, see you in the afternoon." Zhong Cheng said, touching his warm lips, "If you feel uncomfortable, please feel free to contact me.
Huang Jin tidied the room.
He doesn't have much luggage, just a small suitcase. The spiritual weapon against the electronic anklet is also ready, just waiting for him to activate it.
All he needs is a carved knife and some cash, and he can start over anywhere... No, with the current power of police surveillance and security, unless he escapes from the country, he may not be able to start over.
Then at least hide until the next unlucky mission!
Although he didn't know what the next task was, looking at Lu Xiaohe's sporadic thinking, the difficulty of the task was something that a Class A and above investigation team could handle.
Huang Jin admits that he is not a good person and does not love life that much, but he really feels that he is not guilty of this—
It was he who had his head picked off by monsters in the archives, and it was he who was attacked by evil forces. For this task, Shi'an actually had the nerve to classify it as level C. He didn't know what kind of hell level A was.
What's more, there are two monsters with unknown purposes in the group.
Huang Jin applied to Lu Xiaohe for transfer. It's a pity that he is not a serious employee. He must obey orders and hit wherever he is told, otherwise he will have to go back to jail.
Huang Jin looked around his dormitory and let out a deep breath. A real man never stops doing anything.
Huang Jin hid his suitcase and ran to Ding Lizi's ward, ready to say a simple goodbye.
Now that the fatal guitar has been removed by security personnel, Ding Lizi has completely got rid of the state of being fused with the object, but there is a large scar on his chest, which is still recovering from treatment.
Ding Lizi's hearing was extremely sharp and he clearly remembered his friend's footsteps. As soon as Huang Jin entered the door, the tornado in her mind began to spin wildly: "Mr. Nice Guy", "I kind of like it", "I want to stay together for a while", "We haven't sung that song together yet"...
Huang Jin: “…”
For a moment, he only felt that he was an evil creature that was almost purified.
Ding Lizi didn't notice at all: "Dahuang, what's the matter? Do you want to learn guitar again?"
Huang Jin: "...No, I just came to see you."
After a while, a gloomy squatting mushroom appeared outside the ward.
It's troublesome, he is a little reluctant to leave.
But Group Nine is scary...
But Ding Lizi trusts him so much...
But the ninth group is really scary...
Dante Lizi is helpless here, and he has to return to the days of fear...
Huang Jin squatted outside the corridor, holding his hands in his hair, looking at the joints of the floor tiles with a long face.
"What are you doing?" came a voice very close to him.
Huang Jin turned around and found that the thinking rune Zhong Cheng was talking about was only fifteen centimeters away from him. At some point, this man quietly squatted beside him, as if there were fleshy pads under his feet.
Huang Jin was so frightened that he staggered and landed on his butt in embarrassment.
"You... what are you doing?" Comrade Huang Jin swallowed his anger.
"I have two things for you." Zhong Cheng said in a low voice, "The first one is that there was an accident in the archives and Yin Ren didn't have time to erase your memory. You know what to do."
Huang Jin laughed twice.
After leaving the archives, the memory modification on his body could no longer pass the blame to the enemy. Under Shi'an's nose, the two of them would not mess around. He was not surprised at all when Zhong Cheng said he came to warn him.
"What about the second one?" Huang Jin's inner desire to escape increased a lot.
Zhong Cheng said: "How are you feeling now?"
"… ah?"
"Ding Lizi is your girlfriend. She is injured. How are you feeling now?"
Huang Jin stood up abruptly, his face reddened: "We haven't dated yet!"
"almost."
"No, this is very important... Forget it, why do you ask this?" Thinking of the strength of the person next to him, Huang Jin slowly squatted down again.
"Want to know."
Okay, he knows that asking means not asking. Huang Jin sighed heavily: "I'm just worried. What else can I do? This matter is beyond my ability. I can't help her."
"So for you, what does 'worry' feel like?"
Huang Jin turned to Zhong Cheng with a bit of horror. The flow of thoughts on the human body was a little slower. He could tell that Zhong Cheng was really curious.
"You...haven't you ever worried about your parents?"
"They are adults and they have their own arrangements in life." Zhong Cheng replied, "My thoughts cannot change reality."
Huang Jin: “…”
He moved half a step to the side, a little further away from Zhong Chengshuo. As a result, Zhong Cheng moved his body shamelessly and moved half a step with him. The two good young men transformed into two crabs and ran rampant along the base of the wall.
"I can't explain it to you." Finding that he couldn't politely refuse this person, Huang Jin said feebly, "If you really have doubts about this, you can find a psychiatrist from Shi'an."
"For raising questions of this magnitude, they would think I was abnormal."
In Huang Jin's eyes, Zhong Cheng's thinking was operating in a regular manner. If you look closely, you can see that compared to the crowd around him, the edges of this person's thinking are a little blurry, as if they have diffused into the air.
"Yin Ren was sick last night. I had a feeling of tightness in my chest and a heavy stomach. Is this 'worry'?" Zhong Cheng asked seriously, "I know I can't help him when I go home, but I still want to Going home is also a sign of 'worry'?"
"Sounds like it." Huang Jin replied cautiously.
As expected of the King of Hell, his way of thinking is so twisted.
It's a bit strange to say that after he woke up, Shi'an asked him to make a visual impression chart of the team members, saying that they wanted to check the degree of recovery of consciousness. Huang Jin thought about it carefully and honestly wrote down his impression of Zhong Chengshuo.
[horrible.]
What was so terrible about it, he couldn't tell. Perhaps he has been hanging out on the fringes of the metaphysical world for too long and has seen too many evil people of all kinds. He just felt that something was wrong with what Zhong Cheng said, and instinctively didn't want to get close to this person.
Although Zhong Cheng said he never thought of anything out of the ordinary...
"Maybe I like Yin Ren even more." A striking word floated through Zhong Chengshuo's thoughts, and the thought runes were neat and tidy.
Huang Jin: "?"
"It's impossible to predict, or there's nothing you can do about it." His thinking was still going on in a regular manner, "Add some 'like' and it will be confused into 'worry'. So that's the case, no wonder Yin Ren was worried about me because of this task yesterday."
"He does like me very much and is a little happy."
Huang Jin: "...?" Did he just see something extraordinary
"Thank you." In his thoughts, Zhong Cheng said sincerely.
"You're welcome." Huang Jin replied stiffly. He turned his head mechanically and stopped looking at Zhong Cheng.
As a result, when he turned around, he saw Ge Tingting's puzzled face again - the little girl saw them squatting into two mushrooms and decisively joined the team squatting in the corridor. The two of them were on the left and the right, sandwiching Huang Jinbao in the middle.
"Is there something serious to discuss?" The AI synthesized voice has been debugged and is much more natural than before. "Sister Xiaohe said that she will explain the mission when Yin Ren comes back. This mission seems to be very important?"
"I don't know." Huang Jin's eyes were blank, "I don't know anything."
Forget it, I didn’t read the almanac when I went out today, so I’d better escape some other time.
The three members of Group 9 squatted quietly in the corridor, with varying degrees of "worry" on their faces.
Yin Ren's sense of taste is recovering.
When he discovered this, Yin Ren almost burst into tears. The grapes in the morning still tasted a bit like rubber balls, and now the rum ice cream is truly pure ice cream.
He took a big scoop of ice cream and tasted it carefully.
Sweet and cold, with a faint aroma of wine, it was no different from the last time he had it.
The symptoms of dizziness and numbness in his limbs are much better, but it is difficult to say whether the symptoms have reduced or whether he has adapted. In this state, stretching one's limbs is still easier than maintaining one's human form—if you have to say it, it's probably the same as taking off your socks while sleeping.
Zhong Cheng said that he knew his identity, and Yin Ren decided to do whatever he felt comfortable with.
He was lying in the bedroom that Zhong Cheng said, and the man's delicious smell surrounded him. Yin Ren couldn't help but stretch his limbs and extended part of his body into the living room. The afternoon sun shone on his body, and his wings flapped comfortably.
A little too quiet.
Yin Ren turned on his tablet, selected a biological documentary that he had rarely watched before, and turned the volume of the speaker to maximum. The snake in the picture is trying hard to shed its skin. The translucent snake sheds its skin, and the bright scales are fascinating.
Snakes seem to be quite delicious, Yin Ren thought.
However, he had seen too much of the animal world in the deep mountains and old forests, and he was a little tired of it. Yin Ren tripled the speed, trying to find a few fresh highlights, and turned back to chat with Zhong Cheng.
Yin Ren was leaning against the bedside, holding a tablet in one hand, ice cream in one hand, and a spoon in the other. The ends of the long hair turn into a translucent material similar to the wings, blending into the pile of wings.
Having seen enough of the delicious but inedible snakes, he cut to the frog column.
"... Metamorphosis refers to a series of significant changes in the morphological structure and life habits of animals during their post-embryonic development [*note]... "
A serious female voice came from the speaker.
"... There is a big difference between larvae and adults [*note]... "
Yin Ren's movement of putting the spoon into his mouth was half a beat too slow.
He held the ice cream scoop in his mouth and looked at his hands. The awkward feeling of growing something still remained in his body, and he could still see shallow ripples between the palm lines.
There was something wrong with his body, but it had nothing to do with external factors.
There was something wrong with his body, but there was no obvious sign of losing control. He just became a little strange.
Could this be some kind of "growth"
But according to Yin Ren's experience, after the evil object is born, it will only increase in strength and will not undergo any fundamental changes. Maybe he is too careless, but the dignified Ghost King is not an insect or an amphibian.
never mind. Yin Ren took a spoonful of half-melted ice cream and clicked on the next topic.
There was a click of keys at the door, and a familiar breath floated closer. Yin Ren perked up and took down the tablet.
"you are back!"
The translucent wings on the ground swayed, shallow and deep like overlapping shadows. Yin Ren propped up his body, and his upper body returned to its normal human appearance.
He casually pulled off a piece of pajamas, put it on his shoulders, and slid into the living room following the surging wings and shadows. Most of the rest of the body is still camouflaging the carpet in the bedroom.
"How about it? Do you have any explanation for the execution mission?" Yin Ren put the half-eaten ice cream back in the refrigerator.
"Lu Xiaohe said we'll wait until you get to work." Zhong Cheng said, looking away from Yin Ren's unbuttoned pajamas, "How is your health? Are you feeling better?"
"much better!"
In the corner of the bedroom, the corner of the wardrobe, there is a hint of opaque darkness in a wing. The black thread swam around in the translucent wings, swaying like water plants.
It was extremely black, like lightless midnight. Even the wings had a dark atmosphere, exuding a strange sense of oppression.
"Then we will go to work as usual tomorrow."
The conversation in the living room continues.
"No problem." Yin Ren said seriously.
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[*Note] Quoted from the Baidu Encyclopedia entry of "Abnormal Development"~
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