The elevator outside the apartment made a slight noise. Bai Chunian, who was lying on the table and playing with his tail boredly, immediately pricked up his ears. He had a keen sense of hearing and could clearly recognize Rimbaud's gait and breathing. Inserting it into the keyhole, Bai Chunian became overjoyed, and lay down on the cage door wearing a chain.
Rimbaud opened the door, changed his shoes at the door, took off his hat and hung it on the hanger, went to the dining room to pour a glass of water, drank it, and then walked to the bedroom.
As soon as he walked to the bed in the bedroom, he was thrown into his arms by Xiao Bai, and fell heavily on his back on the bed, making the bed creak and creak.
Bai Chunian melted the cage door, dragged his chains to Lan Bo's body, rubbed the tip of his nose against his neck, and inhaled his scent: "You're finally back, I'm so bored at home alone."
Bai Chunian kissed him on the cheek, turned over and lay beside him, and looked at the ceiling side by side with him: "How about it, do everything I asked you to do."
"en." Rimbaud lay on his back in a daze, Bai Chunian leaned over and kissed his earlobe and cheek: "Did you get the things back? What's wrong with you?"
Lan Bo glanced at him sideways, and raised his hand to stroke Bai Chunian's neck.
Bai Chunian let him caress without any defense, and purred comfortably, but gradually felt his fingers tightening, gradually making him unable to breathe, and his face turned from white to red.
"Rimbaud... too tight... cough..."
"If I kill you now, I don't have to worry about anything anymore." Rimbaud propped up half of his body on his elbows, looked down at him, his sea-blue eyes were bottomless, "Anyway, no matter how I save you, You will still leave me a hundred years later, when everyone will be gone, you will not be here, only I will be there, one hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years... Only myself will be left."
Rimbaud was very powerful, instinctively drove Bai Chunian to put his hands on his veined hands, and opened his mouth to breathe.
The feeling of suffocation made him extremely painful, but Bai Chunian saw something more painful in Rimbaud's eyes, tangled up and falling into the abyss in his eyes.
"Sorry... I'm sorry... I can't accompany you... I still provoke you..." Bai Chu's young voice squeezed out from between his teeth. He lowered his hands and let Lan Bo deal with him. My own existence is a disaster. If I can die completely in Rimbaud's hands, it's fine to accompany him to the bottom of the sea to spend the tens of thousands of years, and it won't cause trouble to anyone.
Shocked, Rimbau let go of his hand suddenly, and Bai Chunian lost his support and fell headlong, propping up the bed with one hand, and coughing violently while holding his throat with the other.
Rimbaud stared blankly at his hands, then looked at Xiaobai who was almost killed by him as if waking up, finally came to his senses, threw off his slippers and clothes in silence, merged his legs into a translucent fishtail, curled up It formed a fish ball, rolled from the bed to the glass fish tank next to the bed, and fell into it with a plop.
Bai Chunian finally recovered from his cough, and looked at the fish tank while rubbing his neck that had been squeezed red. Rimbaud had rolled into a ball and sank to the bottom, motionless, looking very aggrieved.
"Why is this? It's weird when you come back, and you were bullied outside?" Bai Chunian climbed onto the bed, lay down on the side of the fish tank and reached in to fish for Rimbaud, "What's wrong with you, don't sink to the bottom, you're so pitiful."
The fish ball rolled to the corner farthest from Bai Chunian, and didn't want to talk to anyone.
Then Bai Chunian rolled up his sleeves and used his arms to stir the water in the fish tank. He stirred the water into a vortex, and the fish ball floated up and circled, and finally reached the surface of the water, where Bai Chunian scooped it up.
Holding the fish ball, Bai Chunian stood up, took a clean towel to dry its surface, then sat down on the carpet, fixed the fish ball between his legs, and gently scratched the tip of his tail that leaked out with his fingers.
Rimbaud slowly softened, stretched out his body, and sat between alpha's legs, sullen.
Bai Chunian hugged him, and coaxed him with his forehead against his cheek: "You smell like the sea breeze. You went to the beach? Two deduction records popped up on the screen of your phone. Did you get off the bus halfway? Line 3 is the closest to the sea. There are a total of three stations. If you go to the pedestrian street in the business district at this time, you will not smell like an export bakery. If you go to Rongyin Temple, the distance is too far, and you can’t make it back at this time, so you go to the church? What does Satan say you don’t like? Did you listen?"
Rimbaud nodded blankly: "en."
Bai Chunian put his arms around him, but he didn't want to open his mouth, so he questioned him bit by bit: "I went to the church after I came out of the alliance. You probably wouldn't think of going to the church. Did the reptile or Domino let you go? Did you go?" Are you looking for Satan to predict good or bad luck?"
Rimbaud's eyes slowly overflowed with trembling water, and he nodded sadly: "en."
Bai Chunian kissed the mist off his eyes: "What did he ask you to do?"
"He asked me to draw cards, saying that I could draw angels. I kept drawing and drawing, but I couldn't draw any. I was so angry." Rimbaud became more and more angry, and the fish tail became more and more red with anger. It glows like a red light.
"Oh oh oh... It's not uncomfortable, it's not uncomfortable, it's just drawing cards. Who told him to put so few angels, if he can't draw, it's his fault." Bai Chunian lifted Rimbaud and put it on his lap, rubbing his back Back comforting, "How can that goat-headed bastard bully my wife? Did he still say something is wrong with you?"
"en." Rimbaud lowered his head and muttered in a low voice, "Say I'm unfair, that's why I went through this. Accused me of favoring you, but I still favor you."
As soon as Bai Chunian heard it, he knew roughly what was going on. He picked up Lan Bo and walked around the bedroom. The tip of Lan Bo's tail was curled around his ankles.
"It's not your fault. He remembers your grudge. He deliberately angered you. Don't listen."
It was rare for Rimbaud to let him hold him honestly, with his head resting on Alpha's shoulder socket. Now that he thinks about it, he still feels angry, and the fish's tail flashes blue and red.
"I know my wife is right." Bai Chunian lowered his head and kissed the top of his hair from time to time, "You never cared what others think of you before, just do whatever you want, isn't it very happy."
Rimbaud pressed his lips tightly and did not answer.
He suddenly began to imagine what it would be like when he stepped down from the throne, falling into the deepest trench alone, his immortal body forever silent in the silent darkness, the best result would be to sink with Xiaobai's skull, but Xiaobai didn't If you hug and kiss him again, after a few years, the skull that he holds tightly in his arms will melt and disappear, leaving no trace of his existence.
Thinking of this, Rimbaud couldn't help it all of a sudden, his eyelashes trembled, the black pearls crackled and fell to the ground, Bai Chunian stepped on it, and he fell flying.
Finally even the mermaid fell on the carpet, Bai Chunian leaned on him, took Rimbaud into his arms, put his arms around him, hooked his legs together, the lion's tail and the tip of the mermaid's tail Wrapped together, the whole person is like a piece of spring roll wrapping the fish stuffing inside.
Rimbaud burst into laughter, a snot bubble accidentally fell out and turned into a pearl.
"Fuck, it's still like this, haha, hahahaha," Bai Chunian picked up the special-shaped pearl and looked at it carefully, "I understand, I know how the baroque pearl came about."
"Throw it away soon." Lan Bo raised his hand to beat him, but Bai Chunian avoided it: "We are old husband and wife, I have never seen you make a fool of yourself, you have eaten the takeaway box of the faucet, and soaked the washing machine, not to mention the production A snot pearl, and tomorrow I'll donate it to a museum display."
"Nalaeimo!" Rimbaud was ashamed and wanted to laugh, forgetting the sadness left in the church.
Bai Chunian let go of Rimbaud, injected a dissociative agent, and returned to the drafting table in the secret room arsenal. Rimbaud took out the diagrams and notes brought back from the reptile and Domino from his bag, and laid them on the drawing board. on stage.
"Domino is really good at designing routes, no wonder he left clues to remind us in the triangular pyramid hut." Bai Chunian flipped through the document he gave, "He is right, even Ai Lian himself There is no eleventh feasible route of entry."
"I have divined the first nine paths, and they all lead to a dead end." Rimbaud picked out one from the documents, "This is the only one left."
This document is about sneaking in from the testing room of the research institute, reaching the drug storage room, and finally withdrawing from the research institute.
Bai Chunian took it over and looked it over: "I also thought about it, the chance of success in breaking in from the testing room is higher. The monitoring in the testing room is not the same as the monitoring in other locations. Give me the map, and I will click on it." Study the route and annotations."
The headquarters of the 109 research institute is the top 1 most difficult building to sneak into according to the secret agents. It is ten times more difficult than sneaking into the PBB headquarters.
The horizontal desk lamp illuminated the drawing table. Rimbaud sat on the round stool beside him with his head propped up, quietly looking at Bai Chunian's side face. Alpha bit the cap of his pen, concentrating on thinking about how to deal with and escape at every possible spot In the same way, the light shone on his slightly pale cheeks, but there were complicated drawings in his eyes.
He wants to be alive. Rimbaud vaguely read his desire. At that moment, Rimbaud thought that even if God's favor would punish him, he would pay the price to keep him alive. It's just a punishment, he can use the loneliness of the next tens of millions of years to atone for his sin.
Speaking of which, when he went to Aphid Island, he not only met the Elephant Stalker, but also a group of instructors.
Because there is no written permission from the IOA, Bai Chunian cannot get help from other departments in his actions. The only person who can help them is the retired agent who stayed on Aphid Island.
Instructor K made them a password decoder for the institute's most advanced anti-cracking technology. Instructor Red Crab took out the tactical design for the 109 Institute that he had been thinking about for many years. These instructors just saw him come with Xiaobai's request. No more questions.
Before leaving, Rimbaud struggled to squeeze out two words: "Thank you..."
He expressed his gratitude to human beings too little, in fact, once he was scornful of thanking anyone. Maybe it was because of getting along with people in the past few years that changed him, or maybe he started to ask for others.
Red Crab saw his embarrassment, and helped him out: "You're welcome, honey, after the task is completed, can you date me behind Bai Chunian's back?"
Rimbaud finally showed a relaxed smile and answered him: "No, but I can call the most beautiful crab omega in the millions of seas to have a blind date with you."
At that moment, Rimbaud did not feel humiliated because humans talked with him on an equal footing, but felt extremely comfortable, as free as a whale breaking through the water and kissing the sky separated by the ocean.
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A few more pages were torn out of the calendar.
Bai Chunian and Rimbaud began to check the guns and ammunition, as well as some personal equipment parts. They couldn't carry too many things, so they could only choose the lightest and most useful ones to carry with them.
"Bring more communicators. I was at a disadvantage in the Greyhound family last time. This thing is too hot and easy to break."
"en, take it."
After packing up the equipment, Bai Chunian lowered his head and adjusted his watch: "Check the time."
"en."
"Honey, do you know how to read your watch? What time is it?"
"Three twenty-four in the afternoon." Rimbaud frowned, "Don't take me for a fool."
"ok."
There was the sound of the elevator going up outside the door, Bai Chunian listened carefully, took off the watch, threw it together with the things into the armory in the secret room, and closed the bedroom wall.
Sure enough, the elevator stopped from their floor, several people came down and rang the doorbell.
Bai Chunian walked over slowly and opened the door.
"Surprise!"
The colored paper sprayed out in a puff, and slowly landed on Bai Chunian's head. Lu Yan blew on the trumpet with the ribbon, and thumped Bai Chunian's chest.
Bai Chunian was taken aback: "What are you doing?"
Xiao Xun silently raised the spray bucket of cream and sprayed a small ball of snowflakes on Bai Chunian's face.
Bai Chunian wore a ball of snow-foamed Santa Claus beard: "..."
Bi Lanxing came in with a cake in his hand and put it on the table: "Lu Yan said that today is Brother Chu's birthday."
Lan Bo sat next to Bai Chunian, wiped off the cream on his face, and licked his fingers: "What does birthday mean?"
Sitting on the sofa, Bai Chunian remembered the birthdays he had spent at the President and Uncle Jin's house. He didn't know what year and month he was born, so his birthday was set on the day when Uncle Jin took him home. Today happened to be In the fifth year, he was always too busy in the middle, and he was on missions in various places. The real birthday was five years ago.
Although Bai Chunian didn't explain it, Lan Bo could tell from his expression that he liked this festival. Lan Bo took a look at the date, which was August 14th, so he silently wrote down the date and carved it on his arm with his nails so as not to forget.
"One, two, three... nineteen, twenty, hey, just right." Lu Yan inserted a candle for him, and suddenly realized that he didn't bring a lighter, and the rabbit's ears trembled in embarrassment.
"You can't buy a candle with a number...these are all filled." Bai Chunian smiled angrily, took out a lighter from his pocket and lit the candle.
The candle was lit, and Lu Yan urged him to make a wish. Bai Chunian unhurriedly took out his phone and took a selfie: "Don't worry, take a photo and send it to Moments."
He took a few group photos and muttered: "Say it early, I'll call Brother Han, Duan Yang, Lao He and the others here too... Forget it, let's live today, next time I have a chance... yes Here is an opportunity for you to play together."
Lu Yan urged him to make a wish, but Bai Chunian thought for a while and said, "I hope I can have my next birthday."
Lu Yan blurted out: "Hey, it won't work if you say it—" Bai Chunian grabbed the rabbit's ear and scolded: "Can you talk? What's wrong!"
Several people quarreled all afternoon, the cake was finished, Lu Yan lay on Xiao Shun's lap and felt sleepy, and Bi Lanxing went to the bathroom.
When he walked out of the bathroom, he bumped into Bai Chunian, who leaned against the corridor: "What are you looking for?"
Bi Lanxing shook his head as if nothing had happened: "What do you mean?"
With his pockets in his pocket, Bai Chunian leaned in front of him, and said softly, "Check the homework. In my room, there are two irregularities. Have you found them?"
Bi Lanxing glanced at the watch on Rimbaud's wrist. Rimbaud barely wore a watch, not even when the six were in action.
And the bits of gunpowder left in the cracks in the floorboards.
"Very good." Bai Chunian straightened up, "This is the penultimate analysis ability I taught you."
Bi Lanxing was startled: "The last one is..."
"When you focus on observing the clues, be alert to whether others are also observing you." Bai Chunian raised his hand, pressing a button in his palm, he let go, and the four corners of the room suddenly started spraying hypnotic gas.
Bi Lanxing fell down slowly before he had time to say anything more.
Bai Chunian took the equipment from the arsenal in the secret room and threw Rimbaud's to him.
Rimbaud took the backpack and carried it on his body, the gills on his cheeks fluttered.
Bai Chunian dragged Bi Lanxing to the side of the two people who were sleeping on the sofa, squatted down, dipped his fingers in the remaining cream in the box, wiped a small piece of each of their cheeks, and rubbed the little rabbit's ears .
Rimbaud sat at the table, watched him silently and said goodbye.
"Let's go." Bai Chunian waved his hands at Rimbaud, and walked out with a gust of wind.
The door to the apartment was closed, and an empty syringe that had once contained synesthetin fell to the floor with a soft thud.
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After they left, the room became quiet. Lu Yan buried his head in Xiao Xun's arms and fell into a deep sleep, while Bi Lanxing, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes silently.
"Yes, you taught me, and I recorded it in the third line on page forty-ninth of my notebook."