After the first batch of antimatter was generated, Ethan's mission was temporarily over. Just 100 grams of antimatter is enough for the entire research team under Project Zero to carry out various antimatter-based research for two or three months. Whether it is used in military, medical or space travel technology, the Earth Alliance will be the first star nation to break through the bottleneck of mass production of antimatter. Excited researchers are convinced that the news, if it gets out, will dumbfounded and tremble with fear in all the other hypocrite nations that boasted how superior liberal democracy is.
Although the good news has not been released to the public, I heard that President Abia is very satisfied with their results and allocated a large amount of research funds. Bruno "advanced" his moral value by 10 points in advance and sent a spaceship to send him back to the forbidden city.
Ethan leaned against the cabin tiredly, but he couldn't help but not want to fall asleep. These days his dreams are chaotic and crowded. Sometimes he wakes up all night as exhausted as if he hadn't slept before. The most terrifying thing is that he doesn't know which dream he will enter. Not only those ancient lost cities, the endless lonely sea of origin, but sometimes he even dreams of his own home. It's just that his home has changed completely.
In that dream he was walking down the street leading to his home in a high-end residential area. The sky was blue-grey, the entire street was destroyed, and no one was in sight. Weeds sprang up from the connected courtyards, raging on the otherwise straight and tidy roads. There are uplifted cracks on the road, more than half of the house has collapsed, and the plants and the ruins are covered with a layer of black ointment-like substance. line, as if alive. All plants tainted with this ointment are withering and decaying, giving off a stench. The metal or cement of the cast house was also bubbling up with a black substance like blisters, distorting a little bit.
The smell of death was in the air, and Ethan felt a part of it too. Every time he took a step, he wanted to turn around and run away, but his body was out of his control.
The courtyard of his house was also deserted like other courtyards, and the daylily became a muddy pool, and only some traces of the former rhizomes could be vaguely seen. Those ointment-like substances covered the courtyard walls and doors like moss, and when you reached out to touch, you would feel a strange tingling. The cobbled path was now unseen, and rotting plant leaves covered everything like a carpet. The several cement steps leading to the gate became very crisp for some reason, and as soon as they stepped on it, they scattered into a pile of gravel. The doorknob was thick with rust, the color of blood. He held his hand on it, and the bone-chilling cold flowed deep into his bones.
He was afraid, not knowing what to expect behind the door.
On lucky nights, he wakes up here, but on other nights, he opens the door.
His home, which carries all the memories from his birth to the age of eighteen, a place where he can come back no matter how painful things happened, has now become a decadent look that can only appear in horror movies. The light yellow floral wallpaper originally chosen by my mother has now completely rotted and peeled off, leaving only a few crumpled flakes of unrecognizable color hanging on the exposed wall. The clean wooden floor was also rotten, and the black grease was everywhere, and it was even a little slippery to walk on. The group photo on the shoe cabinet in the porch was shattered. With trembling hands, he picked up the photo from the fragments and wiped off the oil stains on it, only to find that all the people in the photo had no facial features. He quickly threw away the photo in his hand as if he had been burned, and stumbled into the living room and kitchen. The dishes were all broken into pieces and scattered on the ground, the refrigerator was full of food with thick mold, and the cotton in the sofa rushed out from the crack, and it was covered with black spots that were not known to be insect eggs.
"Mom!" he yelled.
No one answered him.
The stairs leading to the second floor creaked as if it could break at any moment. He held onto the greasy handrail and went upstairs cautiously. The photos hanging on the wall were all the same as the photos on the shoe cabinet, covered with thick black grease, but Ethan didn't dare to wipe them clean to see what was underneath. Other decorative paintings are so rotten that it is impossible to tell what they were originally painted on.
At this moment, he heard the sound of the cello, the prelude to the Bach Cello Suits that he was most familiar with.
His footsteps paused for a moment, then quickly accelerated. He rushed to the second floor, his heart beating wildly in his chest.
The door to the master bedroom on the second floor was open, and in front of the large bay window, a figure sat on a chair with his back to him, playing the cello in his arms attentively. The pale sunlight shone on her brown hair, which was entrained with white hair, but for some reason, the sound of the violin with some kind of precipitation and sadness seemed extraordinarily contradictory and strange against the gray and dirty background around her.
"Mom?" Ethan called again, but his voice was much lower. He was suddenly a little timid, just as ashamed when he knew that he disturbed his mother's piano practice when he was a child.
Inexplicably, he felt that he caused this place to become like this.
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and the figure stopped moving. Another Ethan thought for a moment that the sounds he heard just now were hallucinations. He swallowed his saliva, walked slowly to the chair, and walked around...
The person sitting on the wheelchair was clearly a mummified corpse!
Ethan covered his mouth with his hand and suddenly found it difficult to breathe. The mummy was still wearing her mother's favorite red dress, the cello was resting on her shriveled thigh, and her other calf was lying on the ground, out of touch with her body.
"It's all your fault!!!" A familiar, but full of hatred shout exploded in his ears, Ethan turned around abruptly and saw his father's pale face. But on that face, where the eyes were originally, there were only two dark holes. His jaw began to droop, his mouth was so open that the corners of his mouth were torn apart, and a heart-piercing shout came from his throat, "It's all your fault!!!"
After waking up from such a dream, Ethan never dared to sleep again. He gulps his coffee, reads books one by one, and watches movies one by one. He was exhausted, in a trance, and even nearly pressed the wrong touch point a few times while assisting with the experiment.
Therefore, the suspension of the experiment is also out of consideration for his mental and physical condition. After all, he is the only one who can activate the egg of the goddess with two sets of gestures at the same time without being polarized.
Probably afraid that Ethan would die in another mission, that Dr. Bruno also sent a formal special personnel protection application to the Forbidden City Committee in the form of top secret. That is to say, I hope that the Forbidden City will not send Ethan to any tasks that may endanger his personal safety, and at the same time ensure his safety in the Forbidden City.
Ethan always felt like he was reaching his limit. But I don't know what the limit is, and what will happen when it is reached. He misses Tanisel very much, and every time he wakes up from a nightmare, he hopes to feel Tanisel's hand on his shoulders, but every time his hope is shattered, he will feel even more cold.
After being sent back to the Forbidden City, unexpectedly, he was not brought back to the Eastern District. When he found out that he was being driven to the west area, he was completely panicked.
"Hey! Where are you taking me!" Ethan shouted to the guard leading the way.
The guard turned around and gave him a meaningful smile, "The commander of the guard has ordered you to be transferred to the West District."
Ethan frowned, "Chief guard? Schneider is back?"
"What are you talking about. How could Schneider come back." The chief of guard seemed to have heard a big joke and giggled, "Of course it is the new chief of guard, Maxim Ivanovich V. Silev!"
In fact, Ethan had long guessed what happened sooner or later after Schneider was arrested, but after he really heard it, he still felt that the world in front of him suddenly darkened.
The false calm and stability that the delicate balance had maintained before the Forbidden City was completely broken.
Ethan was thrown into the bedroom of a very vicious-looking Alpha. Unfortunately, this Alpha was Tito, whom Taifeng had attached to before.
When Ethan saw Tito's tyrannical, malicious sneer, he knew it was Grayfur's intention. Samuel robbed Taifeng from Tito before, and it was extremely humiliating to be cuckolded by his own Bitch, and Tito never had a chance to retaliate. And now that Samuel's "ex-boyfriend" was thrown here, I'm afraid it's going to be a disaster.
Ethan swallowed and stepped back, only to be pushed back by the guard. The guard had a bad smile on his face watching a good show, "I wish you two love each other." Then he closed the door and left. Ethan rushed over and opened the door, but as soon as he was halfway through the door was pressed by another powerful force. An outrageous force pressed him against the door, and the breath of a beast sniffed around his neck.
"Tito." Ethan tried to stay calm. "Listen, I'm sorry about what happened between you and Samuel."
"Sorry, of course you're sorry." Tito gnashed his teeth in his ear, "You had fun playing me with that Omega bitch Samuel, didn't you?"
Ethan's heart froze when he heard it, and it seemed that Samuel's gender was also revealed. I don't know where he is now... Is he in danger...
But he should be more worried about himself now.
"We weren't targeting you at the time... ah!" Tito slammed his head against the door without warning, then grabbed him by the hair and threw him across the room. Before he could catch his breath, he kicked his stomach a few times.
Ethan felt his internal organs shifted, and there was a bloody smell in his mouth. He curled up his already exhausted body to prevent the punches and feet from attacking his abdomen. The opponent's strength was too much beyond him to lift him like a chicken, and then punched him in the face.
Ethan was beaten so badly that his glasses didn't know where to fly, and it was a miracle that he didn't pass out.
"You should be thankful that Lao Tzu is not interested in your dry beta." Tito crouched down and showed a bloodthirsty smile, "But it seems that there are quite a few of my men who are too thirsty to be picky eaters, and they will probably be willing to use it. Use your ass."
Ethan was beaten so much that his whole body hurt. Fear and anger seemed to burn in his body at the same time. He was almost considering whether to release those tentacles on the back of his neck and kill the violent Alpha in front of him. But he knew that once he gave up his control at this moment, then the entire forbidden city, the entire Earth Alliance, would know what kind of monster he had actually become. He will be quarantined immediately by the Earth Alliance.
That would be too much trouble.
So he endured the pain, reached out to wipe the raging nosebleed from his face, and raised his eyes to stare at Tito's full-faced face.
Tito was a little surprised. He originally thought that this Beta, who had been disguised as an Omega in the non-human world, must be a soft persimmon, but he didn't expect that the other party would dare to look directly at him after being beaten. And for some unknown reason, the gaze from those green eyes made him feel a little hairy behind him.
"What the hell are you looking at!" Tito got angry and punched him in the face again.
Ethan's head jerked to one side, and one eye was already swollen. He still wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and looked at Tito calmly, "What do you want me to do to calm down? I'll do it besides letting me be your bitch."
"Ha! Are you fucking haggling with me?" Tito pinched Ethan's swollen face, "Do you know that your life is in my hands now?"
"I'm afraid not." Ethan's speech was a little unclear because his cheeks were restrained. "I am now a key figure in the government's secret plan. If I guessed correctly, the Forbidden City Committee should have notified Vasilev to protect my person. Safe. Although Vasilev hates me for bringing me here, he does not dare to disobey the 'decree' of the Forbidden City Committee. He should have told you not to 'play badly' with me."
Tito's expression became more vicious, almost beast-like showing sharp teeth at him. So Ethan knew he guessed right.
"If you make your subordinates force it, I have many ways to kill myself, or at least maim to the point where you can't make a difference." Ethan said, grinning, his distorted smile was a little dark , "Seriously, at this stage, I don't really mind being raped, but I don't know if you would mind being treated as a thorn in your side by gray hairs, to a situation similar to what I am now?"
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