Bai Chunian unplugged the USB flash drive from the computer, then deleted all the files that had been projected, checked the backup in the projecting machine again, and after confirming that there were no traces left, he pushed the table and chairs back to their original positions, and opened the door as if nothing had happened. go out.
A hand reached out from under the wall by the door and grabbed Bai Chunian's trouser leg.
Lan Bo sat on the ground with his curled fish tail in his arms, leaning his back against the wall, and grabbed Bai Chunian's ankle with one hand: "It's been so long inside, did you fall asleep?"
"I'm obsessed with work, I forgot. Why didn't you call me?" Bai Chunian knelt down and picked up Rimbaud, wiped off the dust on his buttocks, rubbed the scales with his cuffs, "How long have you been waiting?"
"I don't know, maybe five or six hours. It's okay to wait for you. When you wake up, you will come out."
"Well... Thank you for your hard work, baby, it's getting late, go to the cafeteria and buy food and go home to eat."
"Scallops, two."
"The cafeteria is not that big."
"Go to the aquarium to get it."
"... I don't have enough money, I used it to buy rings..."
"Then next time."
"No, no, no, I'll go to the seafood market to see if there is anything you like."
After the two left, the technical department returned to silence. After Duan Yang sent Bai Chunian a message of comfort, he locked the office door and prepared to leave work.
Unexpectedly, while waiting for the elevator, he ran into Chairman Yan Yi.
The president seldom comes up. It seems that he has been in the elevator for a long time, and the file bag in his hand has been slightly dented by his fingertips.
Duan Yang has been helping Bai Chunian to secretly investigate the situation of the cultivation base these few days. When he saw the president, he was even more guilty and wanted to slip away after a perfunctory greeting.
"Stop." Yan Yi said lightly.
Duan Yang froze at the elevator entrance, and stepped back stiffly: "President... the special training base is on holiday today, I have to go back and call my brother, so... no overtime..."
"Send me a copy of what you found." Yan Yi said.
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Bai Chunian sent Lan Bo home first, then went to the seafood market by himself, picked four of the largest scallops on the market, spent more than 4,000 yuan, and now his pockets are cleaner than his face.
At the dining table, Lan Bo was eating scallops with his long claws. Bai Chunian slowly lost his mind, and his eyes fell on Lan Bo's belly in a daze.
"Randi." Rimbaud tilted his head to look at him, "Do you want to obe with me by staring there?"
Bai Chunian didn't answer, Lan Bo called him several times before he woke up.
"Wife." Bai Chunian didn't have any appetite to eat, his stomach was entangled with nausea, he suddenly stood up and went around behind Rimbaud, bent his arms around his neck and said, "Let's go get the pearl back, shall we?"
"Pearl was sent to the headquarters of the research institute early in the morning, and you can't get in. And it's useless, and it's useless for you to take chances. It's dead, of course I know, and you will only be disappointed."
I don't know if Lan Bo's heart will hurt when he speaks the truth in such a calm tone. To Bai Chunian, every word is like stabbing a knife in his heart, and then twisting the handle of the knife makes him hurt.
But the extreme grief didn't show, Bai Chunian licked his ear, rubbed his cheek against him, and said jokingly: "Then let's go to the cultivation base to see the old man, what do you think?"
He hugged him obediently behind Rimbaud so that Rimbaud could not see his dark eyes.
"Randi." Rimbaud put down the half-eaten shell, hooked his fingertips around Bai Chunian's collar, and looked back at him, "I have seen the deep bond between you and your human friends. You said that your lifespan is only one year. One hundred years, this one hundred years I want you to be happy, safe, and be with the human beings I like. This is also very short for me, I cherish you very much, and I will naturally revenge after a hundred years, it is not long, I You can wait. So now I will not go, and you are not allowed to go."
"It's just a training base, not the headquarters of the research institute. How can it be so dangerous... By the way, is my lifespan so short for you? Wouldn't it be easy for you to meet someone you like again in the future?" Bai Chunian The lion ears in the hair hung down in frustration, "Will you forget me, then what should I do?"
"I'll melt your bones, attach them to the ribs I've cut off, seal your heart in hydrated steel, put it in the heart I've chipped off, take you back to the Caribbean, and put your skull Inlaid on the armrest of the right hand of the throne." Rimbaud narrated quietly, as if he was just stating a future travel plan, and the plan was well-organized.
"Well... Wife." Bai Chunian licked the glands on the back of Lan Bo's neck, "But don't worry, I won't die too early."
Rimbaud realized that Xiaobai was not normal today, but before he had time to say anything, he was startled suddenly by the tingling pain on his glands. Two fangs bit deeply on his fragile glands, sucking the glands vigorously. The body is filled with pheromones and a touch of blood.
Although obe got his wish, but at the dinner table, Bai Chunian would always kneel and kiss him, the infatuation and worship in his eyes was almost crazy, like a paranoid Xie believer.
I don't know where Alpha's sudden physical strength came from today. Even Rimbaud couldn't support him so many times that he fell asleep on the bed.
Bai Chunian was lying on his side beside him, with his arms around the mermaid's thin waist. The bandage on Lan Bo's body was loose, and Bai Chunian took the bandage off his body for him. He wanted to throw it directly into the fish tank, but suddenly Pausing for a moment, he quietly approached the bandage and sucked in the smell from the bandage.
"I'm like a pervert." Bai Chunian scolded himself with a smile, put down the bandage, hugged Rimbaud from behind, and fell asleep smelling the faint breath from the back of his neck.
But Rimbaud turned over and put his arm lightly on him.
Bai Chunian looked closely at Rimbaud's peaceful and clean sleeping face, and felt drowsy involuntarily. He temporarily forged a thin chain from the collar around his neck, put it in Rimbaud's hand, and then curled up with his head Buried on Rimbaud's chest and fell asleep. The faint fragrance entered the lungs from the nose, as if the whole person was relieved.
Hugs and touches soothed him more than love and kisses, almost to the point of starving his skin.
Rimbaud put his hand on his head and rubbed it. His hands were so soft that they fell like flower petals on his head when he stroked them.
"Are you still asleep?" Bai Chunian asked.
"Well, coax you." Rimbaud said sleepily.
When Rimbaud woke up the next morning, the left half of the bed was empty. Bai Chunian probably went to work and left a breakfast on the dining table.
Rimbaud picked up a piece of toast and crawled back to the bedroom. The armory closet next to the bedroom was locked.
In the past, Bai Chunian was never on guard against him, and the arsenal was only locked when both of them were away, and Rimbaud was not at all interested in what was inside, so he never went in.
However, Xiaobai's abnormal performance made Rimbaud feel weird. He climbed along the ceiling to the sliding rail of the secret room wall, and the fish tail protruded through the gap, found the independent switch, and released a strong current to short-circuit the switch.
The combination lock lights up green, and the wall of the secret room slowly moves away.
The arsenal was no different from the past. There were some scattered blueprints on the table, and two photo frames, one of which was a photo of Xiao Bai and Yan Yi Lu Shangjin when he was awarded the Free Bird Medal of the Secret Service Team, and the other was a photo of the new Put it up, a selfie of the two of them.
The blueprints looked normal, and those that showed the location of the buildings were all put away. Rimbaud couldn't understand these complicated lines, so he looked elsewhere.
There was also a small single-page calendar on the table, the kind that would tear off a page every day. Rimbaud flipped through it, and accidentally found a page with a red pen marked with a cross.
The handwriting was very deep, and it penetrated to the following pages, and the scratches left were vicious, as if they were drawn with extremely deep hatred.
The page that was crossed out was June 24th, and there are still more than 20 days from now.
There was no note on the calendar, and Rimbaud didn't know what special event he had arranged for that day.
"..."
Rimbaud put the things back in place, locked the door of the secret room, and went to the living room to watch TV.
In the evening, when Bai Chunian came back from IOA, he went directly into the bathroom from the porch, took a shower for 20 minutes before coming out, and used the shower gel with a strong fragrance that he bought before. When he bought this bottle of shower gel, Bai Chunian still hated it. It is so fragrant.
After Bai Chunian took a shower, he opened the bathroom door wearing only a pair of underpants, with a towel on his head.
Rimbaud was wrapped around the doorknob, and as he opened the door, slowly floated in front of him, and ate the towel on his head like noodles.
"..." Bai Chunian took a step back, hit the back of his head against the door frame, and gasped in pain, "What are you doing?"
"Listening to you taking a shower and eating, it turns out that you like to count the barbs on your penis by yourself in the bathroom, so how many barbs do you have?"
"Hey, don't, fuck me." Bai Chunian's ears felt hot, he pulled Rimbaud from the doorknob, carried him on his shoulders, and threw him on the sofa.
The TV in the living room was left on all the time, and the evening news started broadcasting as soon as the time came.
"Hello, audience friends, this is "The First Time". At about four o'clock this afternoon, a serious experimental accident occurred in the cultivation base of the 109 Research Institute in Hongli City. A researcher was trapped in the incinerator due to an operation error and was driven away. Colleagues who came rescued him, but died after resuscitative efforts…”
"Tsk tsk, how pitiful." Bai Chunian raised his head to look at the TV and said expressionlessly.
Rimbaud could barely recognize it from the internal facilities of the cultivation base: "It's the cultivation base we stayed in."
"Did you do anything?" Rimbaud asked.
"Huh?" Bai Chunian still maintained the posture of kneeling and supporting Rimbaud, and the white velvet ears in his hair moved, "I don't know, what bad things can I do?"
"..." Rimbaud stared at him blankly, was shot in the heart, and forgot the news all of a sudden.