After the car left, the abandoned factory building returned to silence.
A small explosion occurred in the seafood factory, which attracted the attention of the media. The news spread in the early morning, and reporters rushed to the scene of the accident to report the first-hand news. The employees in the factory were not affected, but some mercenaries died due to the explosion, and the goods were lost. Undamaged, the cargo ship laden with seafood and processed canned goods left the dock long before the explosion.
Police officers set up a cordon around the factory, and many spectators came to watch. Fortunately, this place does not belong to the downtown area, and there are not many people.
An omega with disheveled black half-length curly hair squeezed in from the crowd. He was dressed a bit bulky, wore a big hood, and held a delicate notebook and a recording pen in his hand.
He ran to an officer directing the police to search and collect evidence, squinted his eyes and held his notebook and asked, "Sir, do you have any speculation about the murderer who caused the explosion?"
The officer glanced at him: "Are you a reporter?"
The corners of Omega's eyes were raised, and when he smiled, his eyes narrowed into a crooked line: "No, no, I'm a writer, and I'm very curious about this case."
"Idlers stay away!" The officer really drove him away.
The writer was not annoyed either, he avoided it with a good temper and wandered around. He picked up a glass ball from the ground and looked at it against the light. The inside of the glass ball was very cloudy and looked like it was of poor quality.
"Ah, I found it." The writer happily held the glass ball around, wandered leisurely among the crowd with his hands behind his back, walked to the abandoned factory building, walked around the iron frame, and found that the iron frame was covered with high voltage Electric charred corpses.
"Ugh." He kicked the corpses that started to smell, and with his right hand, he easily fell off the iron frame, landed slowly and steadily on the ground, and searched carefully in every corner.
There was a shiny round bead stuck in the crack of the concrete floor. The writer pouted his buttocks and lay down on the ground and picked it with his fingers. After digging for a long time, he picked out a black pearl with blue polarized light from the crack.
A calm and steady voice came from the tiny communicator in the ear:
"Domino, have you found anything?"
The writer holds a bead in each hand, raises it to the sunlight and squints to observe: "Hey, you will like it."
A pure black Bentley parked slowly on the side of the road. The writer enthusiastically waved and ran over, got into the co-pilot and put on his seat belt.
In the driver's seat was an alpha wearing a long black windbreaker. His knuckle fingers rested on the leather sheath of the steering wheel. He wore a Kashmir sapphire ring on his index finger. The rich blue color just matched his superior and exquisite temperament.
The writer took off his hood, two thin tentacles protruded from the disheveled curly hair, and the tentacles lightly touched the black pearl in his hand.
"It is the most discussed and hottest 857 in the circle, the electro-optical ghost." The writer closed his eyes and said, "The price of 857 has already reached 4.6 billion US dollars, but it can only be said that there is no price in the market. In order not to cause trouble, the research institute , and transferred him to the Omega Alliance, according to the style of the president, there is a high probability that he has already reached a cooperation with 857, and it is impossible to make another move."
Alpha in the black windbreaker tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips and looked ahead: "What is the other one?"
"This is amazing. But few people in the circle know about it, and the real good things are often ignored by businessmen who follow the trend and lower their intelligence." The writer's tentacles lightly touched the glass ball he picked up, and he closed his eyes and replied, " 9100, Angel. Why didn’t we pick him up when he was at his worst, sir, reflect on your short-sightedness, haha.”
"Domino."
The writer laughed: "I'm sorry sir, but I always accidentally tell the truth."
Alpha's eyes fell on the car monitor, and the edited footage was pieced together into a complete video.
The picture shows a large ecological box. The glass of the ecological box is blocked by blood.
It can be seen that the two strongest experimental subjects in it have reached a cooperation and handed over their backs to each other. In this life-and-death fight like raising Gu, having a teammate who can trust enough is undoubtedly the biggest advantage.
The camera zooms in on the two scarred survivors in the eco-box—Bai Chunian and Rimbaud.
The Alpha that has entered the mature stage obviously has always protected the omega in the nurturing stage by his side, holding him in his arms so that he can take care of the omega's situation in real time.
The wounds on Bai Chunian's body were so dense that it would take some time to heal one by one, but there were almost no wounds on Lan Bo's body, and he was well protected from the beginning to the end.
But just as he was about to walk out of the eco-box, Rimbaud turned around suddenly, and his sharp claws fell in the air, bringing up a blue light and afterimage.
Bai Chunian was already exhausted and was approaching the limit, and because Rimbaud was well protected, his physical strength was far above Alpha at this time, Bai Chunian was almost in a vulnerable state at that time, and he was caught off guard by a critical blow. A very deep wound was cut from the chest to the side waist. At that time, the internal organs and intestinal tubes flowed out from the wound, mixing with the dirt all over the floor.
There is no sound in the video, only alpha can be seen lying on the ground dying, reaching out to Rimbaud in despair, but Rimbaud climbed into the transport box of the institute without looking back, and the researchers applauded for this wonderful duel , Congratulations to the institute for harvesting the strongest experimental subject.
Everyone thought that Bai Chunian would die like the experimental subjects in the ecological box, but he didn't. Although he was seriously injured, he was still breathing.
You must know that the cost of cultivating an experimental subject that can penetrate the eyes is very high, and the researchers are not willing to give up on him easily, and stepped up the rescue and suturing.
Originally, the research institute was most optimistic about Bai Chunian. They did not expect this outcome. The research institute would definitely be willing to pay a high price if he could be rescued. Sell it to interested merchants to fend for themselves.
The video comes from the surveillance of the research institute. The last shot is of Bai Chunian, who is chained around his neck and limbs, helplessly nestled in an iron cage. His wound is still festering. Because the researchers gave up treatment and left him to fend for himself, The wound became infested, scavenging maggots crawling across his sutured infected skin.
Later, I heard that a boxing ring businessman who was looking for boxers everywhere spent less than two hundred dollars to drag Bai Chunian away, because recently there are customers who want to watch torture and killing, and this kind of project can only find homeless people There is no evidence to be the target, because Bai Chunian is good-looking, customers love to watch it more, and they are willing to spend money if they like to watch it, so it doesn't feel bad to pay a slightly higher price to collect it.
But I didn't expect that Bai Chunian was the winner of the torture and killing performance.
Although he was badly wounded, no opponent could kill him.
The owner of the boxing ring was overjoyed, and used Bai Chunian as a gimmick, throwing him into various arenas. The morbid aesthetic of the audience is that they like to watch pale, weak, broken and beautiful boys fight back against their opponents. The applause makes Bai Chunian worth double In order to prevent him from dying too early, the boss was very willing to spend money on anti-inflammatory and treatment for his injuries, so Bai Chunian lived on a little anti-inflammatory medicine.
At the time when Feiying Group Lu Shangjin should be invited to a banquet, the partner liked this and dragged him over to appreciate it. Lu Shangjin frowned after watching the whole scene, and then asked to buy Bai Chunian. Those who have precious children at home really can't see this.
At first, the boss held onto the cash cow and didn't want to sell it, but Lu Shangjin was annoyed by him, so he bought it along with the boxing ring, and fired the boss.
The leaves of the maple trees outside the window were shaking in the early morning, and a few sparrows were yelling among the branches. The humid air came in from the window, and the quilt was a little damp.
Bai Chunian woke up, the chandelier on the ceiling was not the blue fat fish decorated with crystals he chose, but a simple and practical long tube lamp.
He was lying on the hospital bed, with a bottle of pacifier hanging on the infusion stand, about a third of it left.
Bai Chunian sat up and saw that the ward was empty. He rubbed his painful head, pulled out the infusion needle on the back of his hand, and wanted to go to the toilet.
He touched the pockets casually, pursed his lips and turned the trouser pockets to look, there was nothing but toilet paper scum inside.
"...did it fall out?" Bai Chunian recalled the details of last night, but he didn't remember which link lost the glass ball. Last night, the state of estrus was very bad, and such a mistake should not be made.
Before he walked out of the door, Han Xingqian came in with the ward check booklet, saw the dripping needle drooping beside the bed, and pushed his glasses: "Who told you to pull it out casually, come back and finish the half bottle."
"I won't lose, it's okay, I'll go home." Bai Chunian muffled and perfunctory, just as he opened the door, Rimbaud suddenly hung upside down from the ceiling.
There were no railings on both sides of the corridor of the Medical Association, and Rimbaud had no place to climb, so he had to rely on electromagnetic adsorption to climb over the steel pipes in the ceiling.
Lan Bo weakened the battery, fell to the ground, supported his body with his tail and stood in front of Bai Chunian, holding a thermal bag in his hand.
Bai Chunian's eyes lit up: "Where did you go?"
Rimbaud raised the thermal bag: "Cook."
He rolled onto Alpha, and naturally relied on Bai Chunian to lead him into the ward. When he walked to the bed, Rimbaud looked up at the remaining third of the pacifier: "It's not finished yet."
Bai Chunian grabbed Han Xingqian: "I have no eyesight, tie it up for me."
"Oh, I came at a really bad time." Han Xingqian changed into a new infusion needle, put on gloves, sterilized Bai Chunian's hands, tied a rubber band to fix the needle, then picked up the ward check booklet and left.
Bai Chunian stopped him: "Where's the puppy I got back?"
Han Xingqian: "Next door. There's nothing serious. I'll go and see him."
Bai Chunian calmed down: "Lock the door, don't let him escape, watch it."
"Don't mess around." Han Xingqian closed the door behind him when he left.
Rimbaud sat on the bed and took out the lunch box from the thermal bag.
Jellyfish scrambled eggs, jellyfish lean meat porridge, jellyfish cold salad, each dish has a blue light that sometimes appears and disappears.
Looking at the three cyberpunk dishes, Bai Chunian swallowed.
"Are you feeding me?" he asked.
Rimbaud turned his face to one side, with an attitude of still anger.
Bai Chunian bent his eyes and held the bowl to eat.
It's not unpalatable. The jellyfish itself has no special taste except salty taste, and the taste is crunchy.
Rimbaud held the lid of the lunch box and sat with his back to Alpha, unwilling to turn around.
Bai Chunian gently tugged at his shoulder: "I'm getting an infusion, my hand hurts, just give me a sip, just one sip."
Lan Bo turned around slowly, dug a piece with a small spoon unskillfully, sprinkled half a spoonful when handing it over, and rubbed it on Bai Chunian's mouth.
"You really haven't served anyone at all..." Bai Chunian picked up the fallen egg and stuffed it into his mouth. He dug a piece with his own spoon, blew it cool carefully, and continued to feed it steadily with his hands. Rimbaud, "So, have you learned?"
Bai Chunian didn't want to bring up the conflict last night, and he didn't want to recall the details anymore. His thoughts were all attracted by the mouthful of rice that Lan Bo gave him.
"I still want to eat." Bai Chunian looked at his hand holding the spoon and said.
Rimbaud offered him the bowl, but he didn't want it and just opened his mouth. Lan Bo then continued to feed him and finished all three dishes, usually Bai Chunian would not eat so much.
Rimbaud cleaned up the empty bowl, turned around and put the things on the table, and then he was embraced from behind. Alpha wrapped him in his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist without lust, and rested his chin on his shoulders. Gently touched his cheek.