The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

Cartiers patrolled above the sea like a patient hunter, his eyes sharp and calm, searching for prey in the thick fog like a hawk.

His patience seemed endless. He had plenty of time to play this cat-and-mouse game with Zhang Yi.

There was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had already seen the moment when Zhang Yi and Deng Shentong had to come out of the fog after their resources were exhausted.

No matter how powerful the aliens are, they still need food, water and rest, not to mention that Deng Shentong needs sufficient medicine in his condition.

The most important thing is that given the toxicity of this thick fog, even he doesn't dare to set foot in it easily. Even if those two people prepared the antidote in advance, the amount would definitely not be too much.

However, if Katiles knew the real purpose of their trip, he would definitely not think so.

……

On the returning ship, Kulim's face was not very good. His brows were furrowed and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

His heart was pounding and he always felt a strong sense of uneasiness. This feeling made it difficult for him to calm down, as if something ominous was about to happen.

Kulim stood at the side of the ship, holding the railing tightly with both hands, trying to find a little comfort in the cold metal.

The sea breeze whistled past, ruffling his hair, but it could not blow away the haze in his heart. He looked towards the direction of Xingdao, and the horizon was blurry, just like his current state of mind.

A soft "ding!" sound broke Kulim's meditation.

He quickly turned on the communicator, and a message from Cardiles appeared on the screen.

His eyes were fixed on those lines of words, and his heart almost stopped beating at this moment.

"Your friend is really in the way, otherwise I would have succeeded." There was a hint of pride and contempt in Kadilais' message.

"I have to stay for a while. I can't let them get away."

"What a bummer... You're all so stubborn. It's just a nap, isn't it?"

"Who?" Kulim's voice came out almost unconsciously, and his reply seemed mechanical and empty, as if his soul had left his body.

"Who else? That little Marley."

News from Kadilais came again, and every word was like a sharp blade, piercing Kulim's heart.

Kulim's mind suddenly went blank, followed by a violent buzzing sound, as if the whole world had lost its sound at this moment.

His heart suddenly contracted, and an unprecedented panic and anger spread throughout his body.

"You killed him?! You killed him!"

"Hey, what's that tone of voice?"

Katiles on the other side smiled disdainfully and said, "Just kill it. Do I need to report to you if I kill a bug?"

Kulim's eyes were blurred, his vision seemed to be shrouded by a layer of mist, and the words of Kadilais jumped in front of his eyes, but became illegible.

He suddenly shouted frantically to the sailors: "Go back! Go back!"

He waved his hands in the air, trying to grab something, but could only feel the emptiness of air.

The sailors were startled by Kulim's sudden outburst. They looked at each other, and although they were at a loss, they acted quickly and adjusted their course to return to Star Island.

Kulim ran hard along the coast.

His footsteps were heavy and quick, and each step made a dull sound on the gravel.

His eyes were fixed on the front, where a bloody corpse lay.

Finally, Kulim came to the body and knelt down. Although the body was unrecognizable, he could recognize the curly black hair even if it turned into ashes.

Soft and fluffy, always with the fresh smell of shampoo, which is what he thinks of in his midnight dreams time and time again from deep in his memory.

"Kulim, I washed my hair today, you can touch it!"

Obencius spoke excitedly, his voice full of anticipation and pride.

The sunlight shines through the treetops and onto his brown skin, making him look particularly healthy and energetic.

Obengius always had a smile as bright as the summer sunshine. His eyes were curved into crescent shapes and his white teeth sparkled in his smile.

Kulim would always shake his head, and only under Oppenheimus's half-forcement would he reluctantly reach out and touch it, and then continue to read his academic materials.

"Don't be so childish, Auburn, you're disturbing me."

"Ah...you are so cold..."

Kulim reached out his hand and gently stroked Obenius's hair, which was covered with dirt and blood and no longer looked like it before.

His face was ashen and his body was shaking uncontrollably like a sieve.

His eyes were empty, as if he had lost all focus, and his whole body was shrouded in a deep sense of powerlessness.

"It shouldn't be like this...it shouldn't be like this! I'm sorry...Auburn..."

His breathing was rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed like he was trying to find the lost courage.

There was an uncontrollable rush of manic energy about him, as if his inner storm was externalizing and affecting the environment around him.

A group of dark clouds gathered in the sky. They expanded rapidly and obscured the originally clear sky.

As his emotions fluctuated, lightning and thunder roared in the dark clouds. Suddenly, rain poured down from the sky, just like his tears, flowing uncontrollably.

The cold rain hit his face, mixing with his tears and blurring his vision.

The rain washed over Obengius's body, and he knelt in the rain, just like that rainy night in the library many years ago.

Kulim watched Oben walking away from others with an umbrella, but he could do nothing because he was the one who pushed the people away with his own hands.

His lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but only came out hoarse and weak sounds.

He still remembered Obengius's bright eyes when they said goodbye for the last time:

"You said it! Don't regret it."

Once again, Kulim pushed him away forever, into the abyss of death.

He suddenly became crazy and cried out in a state of emotional collapse:

"Obencius... I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I regret it...Obencius..."

Kulim's crying gradually became hoarse in the rain, his body trembled in the rain, leaving behind endless regret and pain.

His hands tightly grasped Obengius's clothes, as if he could grasp the lost life and the feelings he missed.

He really regretted it...