Quickly wear: I am looking for my owner in the human world

Wen Lang's breath became rapid as he was thawed.

Qin Zihui was also stunned, stopped arguing and looked at them.

Li Jinyu saw the different expressions on several people's faces, and secretly thought that this was not a simple person.

Wen Tao?

What's the relationship with Wen Lang?

She always felt like she had heard it somewhere...

Cheng Lie said dissatisfied: "Hey, the top priority is to decide what to do next, not for you to build relationships and recognize relatives here!"

Wen Lang didn't even look at him, just stared at Yang Zhuang.

The voice was low, but there was an urgency that could not be concealed, "Where is he?"

"I don't know." Yang Zhuang sighed, "I haven't seen him since the base fell."

Wen Lang's fingertips trembled, "He...has been at the M City base before?"

Yang Zhuang recalled, "Probably. Not long after the apocalypse came, I arrived at the base in City M. A few days later, he was assigned to me as an assistant by the base."

Qin Zihui was also a little surprised when he heard this. It was really dark under the lamp.

More than a year ago, he and Wen Lang worked together to severely damage the organization named Shariel.The plan was considered a success. At least all the domestic branches of this organization were destroyed. However, there was just a slight change that prevented them from catching the cunning domestic leader, and Wen Lang almost lost his life.

The unexpected variable was Wen Tao.

The military spent more than half a year hunting down the leader and Wen Tao, but they didn't know what tricks they used to cover up the situation. Before they could find any trace of these two people, the apocalypse came.

All the clues are broken, all the systems and rules are being broken and rebuilt, and they no longer have the time or attention to spend on this matter.

Unexpectedly, the person they had been tracking for so long actually stayed so close to them for half a year.

"Jin Yu, when you were still in M ​​City, have you ever heard of Wen Tao?" Qin Zihui asked the people around him.

Li Jinyu frowned, trying to find the source of that familiar feeling in his memory.

The surname Wen was not that common. In her past life, apart from Wen Lang, the only person she had ever heard of who could get along with him was... Dr. Wen.

In the previous life, various large and small bases were merged and expanded, and finally only the four most representative ones remained.She and Qin Zihui have two bases in the south, and there are two in the north. One is the Kyoto base where Professor Yang is located, and the other is the freshman base where Dr. Wen is located.

Most people only know the title Dr. Wen, and they can't even determine whether it is "Wen" or "Wen", let alone the specific name.

But that doesn't stop him from being famous.

The kind of fame that makes people hate and fear them.

She said vaguely: "I've heard a little bit about it."

Then he asked hesitantly: "Professor Yang, is he just your assistant?" If Wen Tao was really that Dr. Wen, how could he go down that path later?

Yang Zhuang's face darkened, "Actually, a month ago, he could no longer be counted as my assistant."

"why?"

"Because he secretly took over a research project in the base against my wishes. I wanted to stop it, but I couldn't. The base reached an agreement with him and restricted my actions."

"What project?" Li Jinyu felt that his guess might be...

Yang Zhuang was silent for two seconds before uttering a few words with a stiff face.

"In vivo experiment." Use animals that are not infected with zombie viruses, or even living people.

It's really him!

Li Jinyu's expression turned ugly.

Qin Zihui and Cheng Lie also gasped.

Only Wen Lang didn't seem to have any special reaction to this horrifying experiment. From the moment he heard the word "Wen Tao", he felt like he was walking on the road and fell into a bottomless pit.

His blood flowed backwards, his body became cold, and the headache that had plagued him repeatedly came back, stronger than ever before.

Countless images whizzed by, and the conversations in his ears turned into a stinging buzzing noise. He heard the gunshot again in a trance, and the bullet arrived in an instant. It was a burning pain, and the burnt smell was nauseating.

Wen Lang's face turned pale, and his nerves were beating and he struggled to the limit. Finally, his body swayed, and his consciousness fell into the boundless darkness.

"Wenlang!"

"Meow!"

……

Xuan Wei squatted on the bedside, his eyes lingering on the face of the person lying quietly on the bed.

From the frowning brows, to the bloodless lips, and back to the gently trembling crow feather-like eyelashes.

Xiaohong beside the bed asked anxiously: "How's it going? Is Brother Lang okay?"

Xiaobai put away the syringe calmly, "It's okay. The stimulation was too great for the moment. I used some sedative and soothing medicine. It will be fine when he wakes up."

"But, the boss didn't need medication before?" Xiao Lu was a little worried.

"It's because he neither accepts my medication nor allows me to perform psychological intervention, so he can't bear it all of a sudden." Xiaobai said coldly, "You don't think that he usually pretends to be nothing. Is it really okay? Now you can see that the longer you suppress it, the more serious the rebound will be."

The others were speechless for a moment.

They never mentioned that name in front of Wen Lang, thinking that they would be able to let it go over time, but they didn't expect the opposite to be true.

It was because they underestimated the importance of that person to Wen Lang. After all, except for Xiao Hong, who was still close to Wen Lang when he was in the organization, the others only decided to follow Wen Lang on the day the organization was destroyed.

They didn't know much about the relationship between Wen Lang and Wen Tao before that day.

I don’t know what exactly caused the sudden breakup that day.

After a long time, Xiaolan broke the silence, "How did Professor Yang know that Brother Lang is related to... Wen Tao?"

"He said that he accidentally discovered that Wen Tao was particularly interested in the news about Brother Lang, and he felt that their names were very similar, so he asked casually. As a result, Wen Tao himself said that Brother Lang is his younger brother - bah!"

Xiao Hong became angry when he mentioned this, "You are a despicable and shameless person, but you still have the nerve to say such things so confidently. Which brother would shoot his own brother?! Brother Lang almost died..."

"Okay, please keep your voice down!" Xiao Lan interrupted him in a low voice, "Don't wake anyone up."

Xiaohong stopped talking, her expression still indignant.

He was the only one among these people who had seen Wen Lang and Wen Tao get along, and he also knew how much Wen Lang valued this brother.

He even risked his life to climb to the top position among their tools, and cooperated with Qin Zihui at the risk of losing his body if discovered, just to lead his brother out of the whirlpool.

Who would have thought that the person he trusted so much and never doubted was actually a black-hearted psychopath who wanted to drag him completely into hell.

Who could have expected that the person he tried so hard to save would smile and shoot him at the last moment.

The spiritual sustenance he thought he had collapsed suddenly. Wen Lang should be thankful that he didn't collapse and go crazy because he had a strong psychological quality that he had honed during so many years of wandering around life and death situations.

But it is different after all.

Prosopagnosia.

Traumatic stress disorder.

It's like having a headache caused by maggots attached to the bones piecemeal.

Forming a walking corpse that is intact on the outside but rusty on the inside.

It looks indestructible, but in fact, there are some places that break at the touch of a touch.

……

It was already late at night when Wen Lang woke up.

Caihong helped the others go to rest. Xiaohong couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep on the sofa nearby.

Only the orange cat curled up next to his pillow opened its eyes when he made a move.

The round cat pupils were still very bright in the darkness.

Wen Lang was lost in such quiet gaze, feeling that the scenes in the dream that were unbearable to look back on and stung the heart seemed to be blurred little by little, until they disappeared silently into the night.

Wen Lang slowly stood up, sat on the head of the bed, touched Xuan Wei's head, then got off the bed gently, put on a coat, and carried her to the balcony.

The winter night wind was dry and cold, and it felt like a cutting pain on my face.

Wen Lang looked into his coat pocket, seemingly looking for a cigarette, but only took out an empty cigarette case and a lighter.

The blue flames jumped up with a click, almost extinguished by the wind, beating weakly and hard.

There is no cigarette to light.

So he lit the cigarette case.

The flames suddenly grew bigger, redder, and brighter, as if a dancer on the verge of death was injected with the last trace of ferocious vitality. The twisted and crazy dance steps vowed to burn the entire stage and turn the only audience into ashes.

"Xiao Jinzi, let me tell you a secret."

Wen Lang pulled his lips and smiled, but his voice seemed to be buried in the ashes and fell into the wind.

"You're not the first cat I've had," he said.

"On my sixth birthday, Mrs. Wen gave me a beautiful ragdoll cat as a birthday gift."

"It's rare for her to remember my birthday. I'm very happy and like it very much. I take it with me when I eat and sleep."

"One day, it suddenly disappeared."

"I searched everywhere but couldn't find it, so Mrs. Wen ordered me not to cry. She would buy another one for me."

"But I just wanted that one, so I asked Wen Tao to help me find it."

"I've been looking for it for a long time, but I still haven't found it."

"Finally, Wen Tao also told me, don't cry. The cat is an immature cat and it's not worth my sadness, but he will always stay with me."

Xuan Wei listened to the story seriously, and when he saw him stop, she urged him with her eyes: What happened next?

Wen Lang lowered his eyes and glanced at her, then chuckled.

"Later..."

"I asked him why he didn't want to come with me?"

"He asked me...why I didn't want to die with him."