After the medical team stationed on the shore safely removed the suppressor on the back of Bai Chunian's neck, and tested whether there was any cyanin virus left in his body, Cang Xiaoer ordered the Union police officers to send them back to rest and recover their strength through the communicator, and they should not go out for the time being. , waiting for his detailed investigation results.
Satan was also personally escorted back to headquarters by Union agents.
They temporarily went back to Bai Chunian's small apartment in the urban area. As soon as Rimbaud got home, he got into the fish tank and fell asleep in a ball without saying a word.
Bai Chunian was also tired, he loosened his arm joints, twisted his numb neck, slumped on the sofa, staring at the turned off TV in a daze.
It can be seen that Rimbaud is in a bad mood. When he is unhappy, he doesn't like to talk to people, and then stays alone in a ball. It is the same today. The atmosphere in the room is very dull. The windows have not been opened for a long time, and the dust in the room Floating in the sunlight filtering in through the gaps in the curtains.
Bai Chunian closed his eyes for a while. Although he was physically and mentally exhausted, he couldn't fall asleep. When he closed his eyes, various images that made him dizzy and nauseous appeared in his mind. He protects himself by forming a ball, but he is cut off the most vulnerable tip of the tail. The severe pain forces his companion ability, Rupert's Tears, to be released, and then he is locked on the operating table with his hands and fish tail, and the sharp blade cuts him open. His abdomen was bleeding all over the floor.
"Uh..." Bai Chunian felt hotter and harder to breathe than ever before.
The collar tightly strangled Bai Chunian's neck, and the skin on his neck turned red.
The binding collar formed from the dead sea core rock can control and remind Bai Chunian in a tight way when his energy overflows out of control, but correspondingly, Bai Chunian has to bear the pain of being bound by the collar.
Since the Berna pharmaceutical factory came back, the number of energy spills has become more and more frequent.
The more he wanted to sleep, the more he couldn't sleep, and the end result of forcing himself to sleep was a severe headache, so he got up and picked up the plastic bag with vegetables at the door, and dragged his slippers to the kitchen.
These things were sent by Bi Lanxing. After Bi Lanxing followed the alliance police car to deliver them safely, he went to the nearest fresh supermarket to buy some fresh vegetables, meat, eggs and commonly used medicines and sent them upstairs. After that, he left without saying much.
This child has always been careful, he is very good at observing words and expressions, and knows what to say and what to do on any occasion. He is an easy-to-pleasing character. This time the liquid nitrogen network kidnapping incident was also thanks to his ability to find out the location of the submarine, so that useful information could be transmitted to the available terminal of the submarine in time.
"I can take care of myself now." Bai Chunian looked at the sticky note left in the plastic bag, which read "Take a good rest, I can take care of the rest of the trivial matters", the handwriting was smooth and mature.
Bai Chunian took out the leftover rice from the refrigerator two days ago, melted it in the microwave, cracked three eggs into it and stirred it well, then lowered his head and silently cut the carrots, cut each piece of carrot into beautiful five-petal flowers, and then cut a piece of carrot A large handful of diced ham, stir fry in the pan for a while, turn off the heat, sprinkle with salt and sesame oil.
Because I learned cooking during my suspension, even the simple fried rice with eggs is very delicate and beautiful. He found an unopened bottle of Flammulina velutipes sauce from the refrigerator, dug out two spoons and put it on the rice, brought it to the fish tank, and tapped the glass lightly.
"Ranbo, eat." Bai Chunian leaned against the glass of the fish tank, smiled lightly and pressed his face to the glass, "Come on."
Rimbaud relaxed from the state of the fish ball, revealed half of his face, and glanced at the rice lightly: "I don't want to eat."
Bai Chunian lay on the edge of the fish tank, reaching out to fish him: "Don't worry, the Pleurotus eryngii sauce is gone, I'll ask Lan Xing to buy it tomorrow."
"You eat, I'm not hungry."
"Nonsense, there is no time when you are not hungry. I will feed you, I wholesaled a box of spoons, and I am not afraid of being bitten now."
"I said I won't eat, don't you understand!" Rimbaud growled impatiently, the tail of the fish slammed the surface of the water, and the water splashed out of the fish tank and landed on Bai Chunian's cheek.
Bai Chunian opened his mouth, but finally stopped talking. The bedroom was silent for a long time, so quiet that he could hear the bubbles of blue light jellyfish swimming in the water.
After an unknown amount of time, Lan Bo turned his head to look at him, and saw Bai Chunian squatting beside the fish tank, with his head lowered, his eyes covered by his hair, silent and motionless, only his fingers were gently scratching at his feet.
"..." Lan Bo also realized that he had vented his pent-up anger on him just now, crawled out of the fish tank, lowered his body and looked at Bai Chunian's face.
A drop of water fell on the back of the hand, warm.
Lan Bo held his face in his hands, Bai Chunian's eyelids and nose tip were red, his eyes were filled with water, his pupils turned into blue pupils unique to white lions, like amber reflecting the ocean, the corners of his lips were bent downwards, That was a very aggrieved expression.
"Randi... I'm not attacking you..." Rimbaud wiped his eyes with his hands helplessly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well, I have always been, that's why you don't want to tell me anything." Alpha squatted on the ground with a choked voice, "I will clean up that piece of water Don't be angry..."
"Oh... oh... Randi, don't do this, it's not your fault." Rimbaud put his arms around him, rubbing his cheek against his tearful face, "I'm just tired, I don't mean to blame you."
"But I blame myself, I'm an Alpha, I should carry more, I think I can do everything, in fact, that's just my self-righteous idea."
"It's okay. Don't be sad, I will feel sorry for you. You are as fragile as a piece of young coral." Rimbaud kissed him on the cheek.
"Will you kiss young corals in the sea?" Bai Chunian raised his reddened eyelids to look at him.
"Yes, it will make them grow faster."
"How Coral Grows."
"Coral polyps don't die, they grow."
"How do mermaids grow up?"
"At first the omega conceived an egg, which hatched in the omega's body or in his spouse's pouch, and was born in the form of a mermaid a year later."
"Then did you leave an egg in the research institute?"
"..." Rimbaud's fingertips stiffened suddenly, his eyes hesitated, "What do you know, who told you that."
"Isn't it?" Bai Chunian grabbed his dodging hand, stared at him with red eyes, and refused to back down even a step.
"It's dead, so it can't be counted. Now, it can only be counted as a pearl, carrying part of my soul."
"So the little white fish is referring to it?" Bai Chunian stared. Behind the bloodshot white eyeballs was the breath that was struggling to suppress the verge of losing control. "I thought you were... joking."
"That's impossible." Rimbaud looked at his nails calmly, "The mermaid's organs are basically at the fish's tail, but the human's organs are in the abdomen. Pass something. Pass out and die, stupid people still want me to continue to conceive, so repeated operations to put it back in my body, even suture my body to prevent me from forcing it out, it is no use at all. "
The Institute's sophisticated life-detection equipment was unable to detect life encased in nacre outside the mother's body, which was a tragedy, medical and experimental mishap due to contempt and overconfidence.
Bai Chunian's fingertips pressing on Lan Bo's fish tail trembled violently.
"That's why your lower body was wounded at that time... Then I misunderstood you and other experimental subjects... Why didn't you explain?" At that time, he had said such exaggerated words to insult Rimbaud, and thinking about it now, he regretted it.
"I don't like to explain to people who misunderstand that the sea has tides, and the truth will surface with the ebb and flow, and I can afford to wait."
"You don't have to blame yourself." Rimbaud put his hand on his hair, "Life is reincarnated, there is no sadness or joy, it's just natural."
"It hurts." Bai Chunian put his arms around his waist, hugged him tightly, and buried his head in Rimbaud's arms, "You hurt, I'm going to kill them, I'm going to tear their bones apart one by one. The internal organs were taken out, the corpses were wrapped and hung on the tree, and they all died with the most terrified expressions."
Rimbaud lowered his head and stroked Bai Chunian, who had become hysterical, and quietly released a burst of white thorn rose soothing pheromone, gently suppressing the restless alpha who was on the verge of losing control.
He gradually lost his mind, but when he recovered, he found that the hair under his palm had become soft and fluffy, and Bai Chunian's short hair had turned white again, and it had grown longer.
"I feel very tight." Bai Chunian tried his best to hold back, bit his lip, and put his fingertips on the inside of the collar to give himself a little room to breathe, "Ranbo."
"Relax, nothing will happen." Rimbaud manipulated the Dead Sea Heart Rock collar and slowly loosened the buckle a little bit, "With me here, I won't lose control."
"Ranbo... don't loosen the collar, you go to another room, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
"No, it won't hurt."
"There's a spare suppressor in the drawer... help me put it on... quickly..."
"You don't need it. The suppressor is just a shackle invented by humans. It is a tool with insults. Don't rely on it, rely on me."
"Hmm." The white lion's features on Bai Chunian's body became more and more obvious, changing from ears to animal claws. Under Rimbaud's comfort and guidance, his clothes fell off, his exposed arms were covered with white fluff, and his eyes became bigger and rounder. , filled with rippling sapphire blue, breathtaking.
His swollen limbs were full of muscles, and snow-white hair covered his body until his towering neck touched the chandelier on the ceiling.
He was completely animalized.
It became a white and flawless gigantic white lion with a collar locked around its neck, a mineral fishbone buckled on its ear, and its pupils glowed with blue light.
The room was only so big, and the white lion had to sit low on the ground with its tail curled around its two front paws.
In front of the giant beast, the size of the mermaid was so small, but Rimbaud was not panicked. He sat calmly on the edge of the fish tank, raised his hand lightly, stroked the white lion's cheek, and led him to his face, touching his forehead.
"Are you more comfortable? It's better to release and relax properly than to suppress and endure it all the time. Just sleep like this for one night, and tomorrow you will be safe and sound."
The white lion obediently lowered its head to let him caress, purred, put away its sharp toenails, and gently rested its paws on the mermaid's tail. The pink flesh pads that had not been rubbed were soft and smooth.
The white lion put its head into Rimbaud's arms, rubbed and sniffed pitifully at his belly, stretched out a little tip of its tongue, and licked his scales.
"If you had gone back with me back then, you wouldn't need to be so depressed now. This is the real full mimicry. People are keen to imitate the creator, but their ignorance makes them only create disasters." Rimbaud kissed the white lion's pink nose, "My child, you are unique, because only gods can make gods."
The curtains in the bedroom were closed, the light was dim, and the mermaid's tail emitted a faint blue light, reflecting him and the huge snow-colored beast in front of him.
That night, the white lion guarded the fish tank, curled up into a ball, wrapped the fish tank in his arms, half closed his eyes, and was so sleepy that he was about to fall asleep. Rimbaud was lying on his soft and holy hair, holding a transparent lira made of hydration steel in his hand, plucking the water-colored strings with his slender fingers, and softly sang a peaceful tune in mermaid language.
"jesweinowajeswei. (The savior does not save the world)"
"youyiglarbobigiye. (Punishment befalls the world)"
The mermaid lowered her light golden eyelashes, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised.