Bo was startled and subconsciously wanted to turn around, but the thick and long hair wrapped him a little tightly. He raised his arm and finally put it down in resignation.
He let Chao Wu hug him with his hair and continued to quietly look out the window at the lights of thousands of houses.
An Yu seemed to feel a very mysterious atmosphere. He recalled Ling Qiu's teachings for a while, then silently turned around and went downstairs.
He had not rested since returning from this mission. He already had a premonition that he would sleep for a long time after the report was handed in, so he decided to send [Chasing God] back to Jiang Xiao.
Jiang Xiao opened the door and saw An Yu. He was so surprised that he couldn't speak for a long time.
"Thank you, it's very useful." An Yu handed him [Zhushen], his eyes lingering on his face.
After not seeing each other for a few days, Jiang Xiao looked a lot more haggard - his cold white skin turned pale, the crazy aggressiveness of the past disappeared, and he looked a little fragile.
An Yu asked politely: "What's wrong with you?"
"I..." Jiang Xiao's voice was hoarse, "Not much..."
An Yu suddenly remembered that he locked himself in the room on the day he borrowed the weapon, so he asked again, "What are you doing these days?"
Jiang Xiao was suddenly stuck.
Being arrogant, he rarely felt at a loss. He looked at An Yu's golden eyes, and saw his own figure in those golden eyes.
——A fragile figure, a figure that is completely ridiculous because it is so bad.
He was about to lower his head and smile bitterly, but his mind suddenly sank and his whole body froze in place.
An Yu also stopped.
Jiang Xiao obviously covered the door with his body, but An Yu saw the scene in the room.
Jiang Xiao was curled up on the bed, his upper body arched, the snake's tail and octopus legs spread out messily, giving him a tragic beauty.
He tremblingly took out a new genetic reagent and held it against his chest.
There were a dozen similar reagent guns on the bed, all of which he had penetrated into his body in the past three days.
Poppy genes.
After An Yu and others set out, he went through the distortion records in the history of Tiandai and found that plants that are prone to distortion are most likely to awaken into the healing system. Among them, the poppy gene with low gene entropy has the highest probability.
However, by using plants with low genetic entropy to trigger infection, the probability of re-deformation is very low. Apart from the severe pain caused by exposure to foreign genes, he has gained nothing in the past few days.
The painful sweat stuck the locks of hair to his face. He almost hallucinated from the pain. He lay on the bed and took a deep breath helplessly, his vision almost blurred.
After an unknown amount of time, he tremblingly raised the genetic reagent again.
——Come to the therapy department.
That day, when these four short words popped up from the system, it seemed like a heavy blow to him.
Jiang Xiao gritted his teeth and inserted the genetic reagent into the blood vessel again.
An Yu suddenly broke free from his memory.
Jiang Xiao also suddenly came back to his senses, his red eyes were blank for a moment, and he said hoarsely: "Sorry, I have been trying some new exercise methods recently, and I am a little tired."
An Yu only looked at him in surprise.
Billy said that the healing system is very rare. If a lawful person's first deformation is not the healing system, the success rate will only get lower and lower as time goes by.
Jiang Xiao was simply moved by his ambition.
An Yu hesitated and said: "New training method... or forget it, you are already a very aggressive output type."
"No." Those red eyes suddenly became determined again, "I have my pursuit."
"...Okay." An Yu paused, "Then, I wish you success."
"Thank you. I will continue to try." Jiang Xiao held the bow and arrow and bowed respectfully to An Yu.
Even though he was weak, his back remained straight.
An Yu walked back while thinking about how to trigger memory recall.
It cannot be triggered by looking at Joseph and Huang Zhou.
It's okay to look at Aiko who is looking in the mirror.
When facing Jiang Xiao just now, although there was no mirror, when Jiang Xiao stared at herself through his eyes, it was successfully triggered again.
The poet once mentioned that he "becomes each other, and then sees himself". The key is not to become each other, but to "see himself" - the person whose memory is read must be "self-examining".
An Yu thought about it a few more times, reluctantly packed up the uneaten red bean fish cakes, and went downstairs to knock on Billy's door.
"Give it to me? Really?!" Billy couldn't close his mouth. "I'll go, right? Mr. Corner will come to deliver supper in the middle of the night? I...I...I'm a little at a loss!"
While he was talking about being at a loss, he picked up the terminal and started taking pictures. Before An Yu could stop him, all the showy posts on the forum popped up.
"..." An Yu said speechlessly: "Can you help me? I received a gene injection today, and the wound hurts a little."
"Is it inflamed? Let me check it for you."
Billy carried the medicine box, opened the lid, and naturally picked up the ointment in the corner.
That action suddenly reminded An Yu of how skillful Qin Zhilu was in flipping through the medicine box in Area 53.
"It's really a bit inflamed. Have you stretched it?"
"Billy." An Yu suddenly called him, his tone serious.
Billy lowered his head in confusion, "Huh?"
Those golden eyes were staring at him. He also stared at An Yu for two seconds, frowned and said, "What's wrong?"
An Yu didn't answer. After a long time, he looked away and said, "You are too strong."
"Huh?" Billy was furious on the spot, "I haven't even met you yet!"
As soon as he finished speaking, An Yu suddenly raised his head again, staring at him with his golden eyes.
"What's wrong!" Billy surrendered with both hands, "Look clearly, I didn't touch you!"
An Yu said softly: "I see that you look different today."
"Ah?" Billy was stunned, "What's different about it?"
An Yu spoke very softly, like a murmur, "In my eyes, it seems to be better than before..."
"Ah?" Billy subconsciously approached him and looked at his own reflection from those golden eyes, "What's better than before?"
Countless images reflected in the eyes of the two people like reincarnations, and An Yu's consciousness suddenly sank.
A few hours ago, Qin Zhilu was also sitting in this room.
His upper body was bare, and his toned abdominal muscles were covered with blood stains.
Billy clicked his tongue and said, "It seems that the Equality District is in quite a lot of trouble this time."
Those wounds seemed to have been scratched by the sharp claws of a giant beast, but there was still a large amount of bruises under the claw marks, and the rich purple and blood overlapped.
Qin Zhilu's expression was very calm, as if those injuries were on someone else's body. "There are fewer and fewer lawful people in the equal zone with fighting ability, and a large number of civilians need to be protected."
"It hurts when old wounds are piled on top of new ones." Billy took out a familiar small round jar from the medicine box and choked again, "You and he have the same fate."
Qin Zhilu didn't answer, just looked at the medicine jar in Billy's hand and frowned, "Change the medicine."
Billy raised his eyebrows, "I've been telling you for so many years, it'll be better quickly with this."
Qin Zhilu looked at the corner of the medicine box silently.
"Okay, okay, I'll take it." Billy quickly changed to a mild medicine, and sighed with a helpless smile: "This is exactly the same."
Qin Zhilu hummed and looked out the window in silence.
After a long time, he whispered as if talking to himself: "Maybe, it's destined."
An Yu broke away from Billy's memory and stared at the air for a long time.
He had no idea that the officer was so seriously injured. He came to pick him up, went to deal with Huang Zhou together, went back to the bakery to get bread, and spent the night writing a mission report without showing any signs of injury.
Those dark eyes are so capable of hiding, it seems that no matter how many things there are, they can be hidden.
His emotions and feelings were never revealed to outsiders.
Billy jumped anxiously on the other side, "What's wrong with before? Tell me, why are you so dazed? You want to hang me!"
An Yu averted his gaze and looked down at the small needle hole on his arm.
"Younger than before," he said softly.
Ling Qiu said that when you don't know what to say to a person, just praise him for his good looks. If you really can't praise him, just say that he looks young.
Sure enough, Billy was stunned for a moment and then blushed, "Hey, I have been exercising more recently and eating lightly. I haven't eaten sweets for a long time... How about I buy ten boxes of pumpernickel bread from you?"
An Yu said nothing.
For some reason, he suddenly felt depressed and couldn't explain why.
It's like carrying a whole box of bread home from the resource center, but when you open the box, you find that none of the name tags on the bread are your own or Ling Qiu's name. He didn't know any of the names, and he didn't know who to return it to or ask for it from, so he could only stare at the whole box of bread in a daze, hungry.
When An Yu returned to the 199th floor, Qin Zhilu was still at his desk writing a report for him.
Qin Zhilu's room was very large, like an empty snow cave. All the cupboard doors were embedded in the walls. Only a table and a bed stood lonely on the floor.
An Yu has never been curious about anyone's memory.
After reading so many people's memories, there were accidental triggers and deliberate attempts to test the powers, but there was never a time when he really wanted to see them.
However, he suddenly wanted to see the commander's memory, anything about it.
Qin Zhilu stopped writing and looked up, "What's wrong?"
An Yu was speechless for a moment, "I..."
"Huh?" Qin Zhilu put down his pen and stared at him. After a long time, his voice dropped, "Does the injection site hurt?"
"no……"
They looked at each other in silence - An Yu was sure that at this moment, Qin Zhilu was just staring at him intently, rather than looking at himself through his eyes.
The ability shouldn't be triggered.
But the familiar trance suddenly enveloped him, and at the moment when his consciousness intertwined, he entered Qin Zhilu's memory.
Unexpectedly, there is no story, no dialogue, and no one here. It is so empty that one can hallucinate the blowing wind on the snowy field.
