As soon as the door opened, a blonde female nurse in a white uniform walked in and leaned over to help Zi Yang change her dressing.
Zi Yang couldn't help asking: "Hello, can-you-speak-Chinese?"
The beautiful female nurse nodded: "A little bit!"
Zi Yang's eyes lit up: "A Chong—did the person who was carried away by the stretcher be rescued?"
The nurse shook her head: "I don't know"
"Where are the others who came with us?"
"do not know"
"Then, when can we leave here?"
"do not know."
…
Lao Wang couldn't help saying: "Why don't you ask three questions, do you always know where is this place?"
The blonde glanced at Pharaoh: "Confidential."
Zi Yang looked at each other with Lao Wang, sighed and asked helplessly: "You, what are you going to do to us?"
The nurse shook her head: "I don't know."
After helping Ziyang remove the syringe, the nurse turned and walked out with the drip holder, and the heavy iron door slammed shut.
Lao Wang jogged to the door, leaned in the window and watched the nurse's graceful figure disappear in the corridor, then turned around and said angrily, "I think she knows everything!"
"So what? People just don't say what you can do?" Zi Yang looked sadly at the roof, feeling a mess.
Lao Wang snorted and muttered, "If it weren't for her to look pretty, I would have beaten her!"
This guy was hugged by the special forces and fell down. He felt so shameless. The martial artist couldn't swallow this breath, and he wanted to find an old man to practice seriously.
Zi Yang sat cross-legged in her arms, staring at a corner of the house in a daze.
Lao Wang was stunned for a long time, and then suddenly asked, "Ah, where do you think they will take A Chong? I see Brother Chong on the plane, it seems it's not working anymore, the pulse is gone..."
Zi Yang sat there without speaking, and the past with A Chong flooded in his mind like a slideshow.
Lao Wang is still getting fat, don’t babble to himself: "You said that this old man took A Chong's body... What do you want to do? A Chong, he has dragon marks on his body, and he has supernatural abilities. Will it be known by Lao Maozi? Will they take Brother Chong for secret research?"
"do not talk!"
Zi Yang lay down on the ground, bowing his face to the wall, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
Lao Wang was aware of Zi Yang's emotional changes, and sat there silently for a while, then comforted him: "Lao Li, don't be too sad, maybe, maybe there is still help."
Zi Yang stopped tears, looked at the white wall, and thought of the words A Chong had said to him on the plane.
"Living an ordinary life..."
After experiencing several cruel struggles, seeing the intrigues and shadows in the arena, and witnessing the life and death separation, Zi Yang suddenly missed the carefree and carefree student life of the past.
Although poor and ordinary at that time, at least I could feel at ease, I could sleep at night, I didn't have so many nightmares, and I didn't have to face the dangers and anxiety everywhere.
But after all this, can I go back to the past
Now, they are trapped in this space of twenty to thirty meters, and they have no freedom of movement. What will happen in the future? Not in my own control at all.
Since arriving at this secret base, a series of weird encounters have convinced Zi Yang that there may be a problem with the transaction between Awakening and the signal flag.
I don't know where they should go. Now Su Rui and the others are definitely trying to communicate and mediate
Su Rui would definitely not give up on himself.
…
The two stayed in the ward for a few more days, but after all they could not go out.
Apart from two beds and a bathroom, this ward does not have any extra facilities.
No TV, no phone, no computer, no books... Nothing.
Although it lacks entertainment facilities, in terms of safety, this ward is of the highest level—except for a door, not even a window. The electric lights are covered with barbed wire, and the toilet is made of steel. , The bed cabinets are all steel castings connected together, and even the shower rod is buried in the wall.
I can’t remember how many days I have been here,
Although there are clocks on the wall, after staying in this boring and narrow space for a long time, time has lost its meaning to them.
The guard at the door was still there. Every day's fruits and meals were handed in through the iron door window, and the garbage after eating was piled on the plate and sent out. Zi Yang and Lao Wang's eating, drinking, and sleeping are all in this small secret room.
After the blonde nurse came, no one came to visit them again.
Without being reminded by others, they also knew that they were imprisoned here.
"Hey, I didn't expect to be in jail so uncomfortable. I'm so bored all day long. I'm going to grow mushrooms. Why don't they take us out to let the wind go? Even if you let me go out to work!"
Lao Wang said to the ceiling.
Pharaoh is going crazy.
Zi Yang was melancholy like a horse, not talking all day and all night, and Lao Wang could only talk to himself in front of the soap.
On the sixth day that Lao Wang was about to go crazy, someone finally came to "watch" them.
There was a clatter of keys at the door, and a strange female nurse sent them two sets of clothes. Lao Wang looked at her and his eyes were straight.
Not to mention, women in uniforms are beautiful—especially Lao Maozi, a race that requires height and height, and must be organized in sections.
After being imprisoned for more than a week, let alone seeing beautiful women, Lao Wang looked at sows with double eyelids.
"Girl, do you speak Chinese? Have a few words!"
The nurse didn't even look at him, and turned around after putting down the clothes.
"Old Li, shouldn't they do something to us?"
Lao Wang touched his chin, looked at the clothes neatly laid out in his arms, wondering whether he should wear it or not.
Zi Yang changed his clothes blankly and lay down silently.
In the past few days, apart from eating and sleeping, he stared at the corner in a daze, like a model patient in a mental hospital.
Had it not been for Zi Yang's kick when he sang Xintianyou Biaoge the other night, Lao Wang would have worried whether he had fallen into a demon.
After the two changed their clothes, they sat in their arms and waited nervously. After a while, there was another banging of keys outside. Two masked men came in and looked at those with submachine guns on their chests. Two signal flag soldiers, the old Wang couldn't help but squatted up: "You, what do you want? I, I want to see your leadership!"
"Put it on." A soldier threw two black hoods at the gun.
"No!" Old Wang straightened his chest to meet his gaze.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and the signal flag commando said coldly: "You have two choices, put on a hood and follow us; I will knock you out and put on a hood..."
"Okay! Needless to say!" Lao Wang reached out his hand to stop him from speaking, "I wear it!"
Zi Yang and Lao Wang put on their headgears, and it was completely dark in front of them.
The signal flag commando in the dark said coldly: "Without my permission, you are not allowed to take it off, and you are not allowed to peek. Otherwise, don't blame me for being polite."
Zi Yang felt that his arm was being grasped by a sturdy big hand, and walked with him involuntarily.
Lao Wang murmured from behind: "Keep it light, you caught my meat-why are you pushing me? Tell me your name, and I want to complain to your leader!"
As the two walked in the dark for a few minutes, Zi Yang suddenly felt a cold wind blowing across his skin—they were outside.
Under the "holding" of the two special forces, Zi Yang and Lao Wang Shen walked shallowly, and the whistling of the helicopter propellers was faintly heard in his ears.
The voice was getting closer and louder, and Zi Yang felt a huge wind pressure on him.
"Keep your head down!" With a big hand on his head, Zi Yang involuntarily bent down and staggered onto the helicopter.
"Sit down!" the blunt voice commanded.
Zi Yang sat on the seat, feeling that someone had fastened his seat belt, and then the thick special soldier sat down beside him.
What the hell is this for? What about the rest? There are countless question marks in Zi Yang's heart.
"Old Li?"
The old Wang on the opposite side opened his mouth and shouted, it seems that he is also in a state of bewilderment.
"here I am."
Zi Yang replied.
"To shut up!"
The soldier beside him growled.
The helicopter flicked and they lifted off.