-An Yu, just watch it if you want. If my calculations are correct, the last thing he will mind is your scrutiny.
-Thinking that there might be your sight on the other side of the screen makes him feel less lonely.
An Yu paused with his fingertips, then turned off the screen, raised his eyes and said, "No more in Area 05."
The conference hall suddenly fell silent.
Tang Feng, who was struggling to coordinate manpower, paused, "No more?"
"Yes. The number of surviving humans is no more than one in 10,000, and the infection situation is unpredictable. There is no need to waste resources. Bring everyone back and save more people."
As he spoke, An Yu folded the paper bag of bread neatly, took another bag, opened it, lowered his head and continued to eat like a normal person.
Tang Feng looked at him for a moment and said, "Okay."
The lawful ones below breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, everyone is waiting for such a decision, but no one has the courage to say it.
They looked at the figure huddled in the chair and chewing bread, and in a daze, they felt that it was Qin Zhilu sitting there.
— the person who used to be responsible for making this kind of decision.
An Yu took a big bite of the rough baguette and finally clicked on the surveillance screen. This time, he did not exit.
Qin Zhilu's mental strength is 30, and if he retreats even a little bit, it will be an abyss. The jamming equipment has been removed for more than 24 hours. Every minute and every second, everyone is waiting in fear for the abyss to come, but nothing happens.
Even last night, there were several moments when his mental power briefly jumped back to 31.
That was Qin Zhilu's struggle alone, a lonely battle.
In the picture, Qin Zhilu is having afternoon tea. He consumes a lot of nutritional supplements every day. Other than that, his diet is very simple, just a few slices of ham and vegetables, and a basket of bread.
At this moment, Qin Zhilu happened to be holding a stick of bread and was chewing it quietly. An Yu looked at it for a while and couldn't help but slow down the movements of his mouth.
Chew carefully, this is what the commander of Area 53 always told him when he first pushed his share of thick bread to him.
After slowly nibbling the bread in his hand in sync with the people on the screen, An Yu miraculously felt a little more at ease.
Someone just stood up and asked him: "Corner, are there new supervision objects on the 199th floor now?"
An Yu raised his eyes and looked over, recognizing that he was a newcomer who was infected with the horned eagle gene just two weeks ago. He was arrogant and extremely talented. He was decisive and cruel in his tasks. What was remarkable was that he was not alone, but was also very good at mobilizing the strength of the team.
People on the forum said that they saw the shadows of Xi De and Yan in the past at the same time.
An Yu glanced over, and the man subconsciously avoided his sight, but soon forced himself to raise his head again, "There is not much left at the top, and new strength needs to be added."
An Yu said, "There are already people under supervision on the 199th floor. Do you want to compete with me for a seat?"
The calm tone made the hall completely silent.
The lawful person's face turned pale, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.
"You know I didn't mean that. You are already a senior member of the 199th floor and the only leader of the Spire."
"I'm not, my commander is not dead yet. The leader is just an excuse to deceive the Black Tower. Do you have to take it seriously?" An Yu calmly withdrew his gaze, "But you are right, the senior management does need to add something. I will ask Ask Zhaoran if he wants you."
Another person hesitated: "Zhaoran...hasn't he returned to his human identity?"
"But he's still at the minaret." An Yu paused slightly as he spoke, then turned to look out the window at the heavy snow that was falling again.
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"Isn't it weird? I'm not the first human to stay in the spire. From a genetic point of view, you are a human, Dian is a human, and now An Ning is also a human. But it is indeed a bit strange to sit on the 198th floor like this. Guilty, if you want to replace someone, I have no objection. The new one is fine, and Jiang Xiao is also a good choice."
Zhaoran put the packed dinner on Qin Zhilu's desk, and An Yu sat on the wide chair, which made him look even thinner. Zhaoran hesitated to speak, and finally just tapped on the lunch box, "Eat clean, you have been very tired recently."
An Yu said "Hmm", and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qin Zhilu on the surveillance camera removing the cloth from the dinner basket, so he also opened his own lunch box.
The whole world is drowning in the abnormal tide and is suffocating. The main city has recently been facing a shortage of fresh vegetables and meat. Still, the two meat and vegetables provided to him are extremely luxurious. But he didn't refuse. He almost stuffed the food into his mouth hungrily. It was worse than eating in Area 53.
Zhaoran hesitated for a moment, "Are you not feeling well these past two days?"
An Yu nodded, biting into a large piece of beef and mumbled, "I'm very sleepy."
The wind and snow enveloped the world again, and it was snowing everywhere. He felt that the snow had some subtle connection with his sleepiness, because the deep sleepiness that he only had when he was a teenager came back again, as if it was killing him. It was like being hollowed out, making him terribly sleepy. He wanted to sleep all the time, so he had to keep eating bread to stay awake.
But the feeling of sleepiness was hard to resist. The only difference from when he was a child was that whenever he fell asleep, there was a mysterious whisper deep in his consciousness. I don't know if it was hypnotizing him or trying to wake him up. An Yu was there early this morning When I struggled to wake up while whispering, I suddenly had the illusion that I had captured a trace of the unknown pattern of time and space in a snowflake outside the window.
There is a broken time and space hidden in the flakes of snow.
The speculation that I had half-joked with my superiors turned out to be traceable.
Zhaoran sat on the sofa and looked at him. After a while, she suddenly asked: "Were you tired when you went to see Qin Zhilu?"
"Ah?" An Yu was interrupted from his thoughts and was stunned for a moment, "What?"
"You went to see him, don't think I can't tell." Zhaoran curled her lips and wiped her neck and collarbone with her long fingers, "It's not yet in the morning."
An Yu glanced at the clock on the corner of the table. The shiny metal reflected the crimson stains on his neck and collarbone.
He couldn't help but lost his brain again. Although he was afraid that the superior would be angry because of his arbitrary decisions, he really wanted to see him.
Qin Zhilu was really angry. He kissed her fiercely and not gently, and he didn't even give him a chance to admit his mistake and ask for mercy. The leather gloves wrapped around An Yu's fragile neck. An Yu could only force his head upward in an attempt to get more oxygen. His eyes were scarlet and his chest was heaving like he was in stress before dying in Area 53.
It wasn't until he was about to die that Qin Zhilu let go of him, but pressed his forehead against his and asked fiercely: "Tell me, if I can't help but get your genes, will I explode like those freaks?" Body dies?"
An Yu's consciousness was still drifting, but after hearing this, he subconsciously reached out to push the person holding him and said, "Then don't kiss me, um..."
Before he finished speaking, Qin Zhilu pushed him against the wall and bit his neck roughly.
The moment he bit it, An Yu felt those fangs transform back into human teeth, scraping his skin fiercely, causing him great pain, but they didn't really bite him.
Even if his mental strength is only 30, Qin Zhilu can still suppress the expression of his abnormal physical signs to a large extent.
But when emotions surge, there will still be some uncontrollable mistakes. Several dark tentacles slipped out from under his clothes and immediately wrapped around An Yu's waist, ready to move at the base of his legs.
"Take it back." An Yu couldn't help but say, "You held back the transformation last night..."
"The scales are disgusting." Qin Zhilu said in his ear, and the tip of the tentacles pushed against his lower abdomen, "But you like the tentacles very much. Although I have begun to forget things, I still remember you when I was in Area 53. Like to hold.”
Before An Yu left the room, he lowered his eyes and said, "You haven't lost control yet."
Qin Zhilu raised his eyebrows, "Are you looking forward to it?"
"No." An Yu shook his head, licked the corners of his swollen and numb mouth, then touched his burning collarbone with lingering fear, and whispered, "I just think you are already very vicious before you lose control."
"Are you scared?" Qin Zhilu walked towards him, took off his gloves and put his palm on his head. He rubbed hard at first, then gradually relaxed his strength and became gentle.
"Then you should be good from now on."
His long, somewhat warm fingers touched the old scar behind his ear. He leaned down and hugged him, holding him in his arms and whispering, "Do you know what it means to confess your abilities to humans?"
"The abyss." An Yu pulled the officer's clothes and whispered in his ear, "It's the abyss. I'm going with you, sir."
The tall and heavy body froze for a moment. An Yu seized that moment and hugged him back, "I am the killing weapon you chose for yourself."
"I won't kill you, sir."
"But I will accompany you to fight to the end of the abyss."
An Yu came back to his senses from the madness in the morning. Zhaoran looked at him with a smile but not a smile, and snorted, "Ordinary companies also prohibit employees from falling in love. I really don't know how Black Tower can tolerate you."
He was joking, but there was no smile in his tone. His bright eyes stared at the heavy snow outside the window. After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"An Yu." Zhaoran curled up her legs on the sofa and asked in a low voice: "With such heavy snow, can black roses grow in the swamp again?"
"I don't know." An Yu pursed his lips, "You can go and see for yourself, otherwise how long do you plan to stay at the minaret?"
"On the day when the disaster ends. Didn't he say that the lawful ones will prove the Tao with their own bodies? I have to prove the Tao for him before leaving." Zhaoran turned around, "If Qin Zhilu dies, you will definitely leave Spire, right?”
An Yu nodded.
He will leave immediately, and all valuable things have been packed and hidden in advance.
"So what are you going to do, keep running your bakery?"
An Yu shook his head and said, "Probably, find a quiet place to sleep."
"Sleep?" Zhaoran raised her eyebrows in surprise, "What happens after you wake up?"
An Yu thought for a while, "Eat bread."
"Then what?"
"Sleep again."
"..." Zhaoran took a deep breath, "Leave the minaret to people like you to manage it. I think humans will never be able to wait for the day when the disaster ends."
Mentioning this, An Yu once again clicked on He Dian's chat box. Although it was unreasonable to rely on a "magic stick" in the face of disaster, he firmly believed that Dian was not an ordinary magic stick.
Unfortunately, he has sent countless messages in the past few days, and Nori has not replied to any of them.
"No one knows where he went." Zhaoran said helplessly: "When Siena first had an accident, Tang Feng wanted to work with him to control the situation, but when he was about to leave the spire, he said that there was something about to move. He felt that his hidden abilities were awakening."
An Yu immediately asked: "What ability?"
"Should we pay attention to this? Do you really believe it?" Zhaoran was shocked, "Forget it. He is just a whimsical pamphlet. He has never been able to awaken any useful abilities. He has been suppressed by high-level officials for a long time. Oh yes, you are here Isn't it the same with the bird assistant at the Spire? He's getting older, and he fantasizes about awakening new abilities every day."
An Yu was speechless, and after a while he said, "Dian and Billy are different."
"What's the difference?" Zhaoran smiled, her eyebrows slightly curved, her charm flowing, "Oh yes, Dian is gentle and cute. It's a lovely booklet, and it's different from that chirping old bird."
An Yu was silent, conscious that he could not explain Zhao Ran, and then immersed himself in reading the battle reports sent back from all over the world.
The latest communication comes from the Sea of Kisses.
The chaotic reactor on the sea is getting bigger and bigger, and the nearby Bai City has been completely absorbed. More than one-third of the area on the sea has turned into a solidified chaotic vortex.
More than half of the marine lawmen have been killed or injured, Siena wrote in the communication, and everyone has been told to return.
"The chaotic reaction of the ocean is different from that of swamps and the sky. To be honest, Chao Wu and I both tried to enter the center of the reaction vortex, but were unable to be absorbed smoothly. This chaotic reaction already has a stable core and will not be lawful. The attacker easily seized control. We suspect that its controller is the Undersea Temple.
"But the temple cannot be touched, and there is no sign of life. It is like a triggered compass, crazy but hard to find its direction, like it is waiting, but no one knows what it is waiting for.
"The Spire can no longer tolerate unnecessary sacrifices. The other lawful people are about to retreat. Chao Dan and I stayed in the deep sea, quietly waiting to see what the end point of this chaotic reaction would be.
"I'm sorry, Chao Wu and I have tried our best to sacrifice to it, but it has no interest in us."
An Yu read the message word for word, and couldn't help but click on the image sent back from the Sea of Kisses not long ago.
The picture is erratic in the darkness.
There is no light under a hundred meters deep in the sea. The recorder's own light is the only light source. The light source points downwards and hits the face that is looking up.
The aberration gene has been fully expressed. The sharp dorsal fin pushes out from between the girl's shoulder blades. The lower body is completely shark-like and is slowly sinking.
