[Net King] Drama Boy

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Ruan Nanqing is good at scripts, and Mu Luoying is good at acting.They are unparalleled in the world together, playing around with the only audience.

Bai Cun laughed again, a relieved smile without any negative emotions.

"Okay, I'm having a good time, let's go." Bai Cun turned and walked away.

His gentle voice came from afar, "Don't let me see you again."

Mu Luoying slumped on the ground in a daze, the sun that seemed to have become cold when he was present had returned to warmth, and she seemed to have passed away, as if she had walked through the gate of hell.She couldn't understand the following Japanese dialogue, and she couldn't understand it at all.

Arai, who understood what was going on, quickly followed up.

"Yan Qingcen, are you still seeing me?"

"See, why didn't you see me, why did I break the contract for no reason."

"……Oh."

In the evening, Baicun saw the young Yan Qingcen, who was much more mature, or to put it bluntly, much older.

Yan Qingcen changed careers and became a host, and jokingly proposed to do an exclusive interview with Bai Village, but unexpectedly Bai Village agreed.

Arai was responsible for the shooting casually, and the interview started simply by setting up a camera.

The host Yan Qingcen made a nonsense opening speech and started the conversation.

"This is the first time Bai Cun-kun participated in an interview, won't it be the last?"

"depend on mood."

It's just a two-person interview in spare time, Yan Qingcen is not embarrassed, not at all, no, embarrassed, embarrassed.

"Bai Cun-kun is really special, very low-key, won the best actor at the age of 15, it's amazing, but you have never appeared in the public eye, and there is very little information about you."

"Didn't the media help me edit it all?"

"Ah... that, yes, there is no way, there is always some false information."

"As long as they are happy."

"Hehe, um... But even though you were born out of nowhere, your fans are all over the world, the number is huge, and they are also very fanatical."

It's more than fanatical. They don't like Baicun's doom and desperation. Those who like Baicun regard Baicun as their belief. They can create terrorist attacks at the order of Baicun.

"Well, it makes me feel like a cult organization."

"Hahaha, this metaphor..."

"It's normal for fans to look like idols."

"..." Yan Qingcen swallowed, "Then Mr. Baicun is very dangerous. I, let's talk about your filming situation. You will be the protagonist in the second film for the second time, and of course the supporting role in the first film. It was also super successful, did you feel a lot of pressure, how did you do it?"

"There is no pressure, and I will act in my true colors."

"...Oh, like this, Benben will act in his true colors. Tell me something else, Mr. Shiramura, what kind of girl do you like?"

"I don't like humans."

This ingenious answer is really both a slot and a crisis.

"...Ah...how about hobbies?"

"draw."

"It's a good hobby." Finally, there was a normal answer.

"After all, a sissy has to look like a sissy."

"..."

Baicun's information is limited, and black fans and unscrupulous media people in the novels slander him for male and female appearance, sissy, and homosexuality.

"...Well, needless to say, um...Speaking of which, the thrillingly beautiful character you played is even compared to a painting of "Jealousy" by a painter with the same name as you." Forcibly changed the subject.

That one was given to Ms. Sanzhong's gallery last year or the year before last.

"I drew it."

"what?!!!"

"The author's name is not hidden, is it?"

"...That's right."

Everyone thought the name was the same, who would have thought that a 15-year-old actor would draw a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!

If the interview between these two people is lucky enough to be aired, there will be no worries at all...

"It's too strong... Ah, the next question." Yan Qingcen mechanically flipped through the rough interview outline, "Young people play games, right? What games do they usually play?"

"Tetris."

"A classic mini game..."

Bai Cun took out his mobile phone: "Blind typing costs only three yuan per second."

"..."

Yan Qingcen stared blankly at the screen, unable to understand the disappearing layers of Tetris.

Bai Cunzhen didn't look at his phone: "Go ahead and ask."

"..."

what?who I am?where am I?

"Oh, by the way, next month will be the Ying's Cup championship and runner-up finals." Bai Cun just watched Yan Qingcen chatting with his fingers.

"Ah, it turns out that Bai Cun-kun still likes Go, and he is very concerned about this grand Go event." The topic returned to the normal direction, and maintained this direction! ! !

"After all, I have to compete next month."

"..." The 03th Ying's Cup in [-]?

The Ying's Cup in Baicun's previous life was also held every four years, but it should have been held for the fourth time in 2000.

"When I wanted to come to China, I took part in the Yingshi Cup tennis tournament, which is said to be held in China in the future, on a whim. Later, I was qualified to compete with professional chess players from China, Japan and South Korea."

"...Ahaha, it's amazing. After winning the net competition, I have to participate in the official competition." Yan Qingcen laughed dryly.

"After all, I can't just show off my prestige through the network cable, because I lose my dignity as a 'sissy'."

"..." It's not an illusion, he's just insulting those who write and spread rumors and abuse him.

"Life can only gain attention and spiritual comfort through jealousy and smearing the strong." Bai Cun narrated calmly, and then showed a pitiful look, "It's sad."

"..." So ruthless, the words are so ruthless.

"Then, let's talk about ordinary things, what kind of food do you like?" Yan Qingcen abruptly changed the subject.

"No."

"How come... ah, good. Then, so... the next new play plan?"

"It depends on your mood." Bai Cun put down his mobile phone, which played very high Tetris scores, and stretched his waist.

"..."

This answer echoes the first question from beginning to end, and the question is clear, which is very ingenious.

Yan Qingcen's hosting career has come to an end, so don't interview him again.

No, I, Yan Qingcen, don't want to be the host in my next life.

☆、Chapter [-]

This is a simple but well-equipped, brand-new and sophisticated laboratory. There are many discarded manuscripts and printed documents scattered on the floor. In the full and congested room, there was only one young man with mottled and gray hair who looked like an old man, bent over the table and wrote and drew with all his heart.

The next morning when Bai Cun met Yan Qingcen, he was caught by his instructor and flew back to Xinjiang. He spent half a month collecting and measuring data and conducting research. The research was indeed related to the magical and secret experimental plan.

The style of painting is not right, the basic status of this space is similar to the other one, and Xinjiang is also the province with the most neighboring countries in China, bordering eight countries.The original world was 1898, and this is 1864, that is, 139 years ago, at the junction of Xinjiang and Kyrgyzstan, a cosmic meteor that deviated from its original orbit landed here. To put it bluntly, it is a meteorite.Some casualties were also caused back then. At that time, technology was underdeveloped, and there were invasions and occupations within a few years. The research on this meteorite was carried out by a national research team in the 50s.

Meteorites are not uncommon in the world. This piece of iron meteorite weighing 28 tons is called "Silver Camel". It is not the heaviest, and the heaviest is 60 tons in other countries. Sex is incomparable to any falling meteor and dust fragment in the world.Before the various research parameters came out, it was a legend, and then a variety of folklore, ghost stories and ghost stories were derived.

For example, the body of a person who died near the crater does not rot; a person who commits suicide near the crater wearing red clothes can turn into a zombie within three years; Category.

The most frightening thing is that some rumors have a certain degree of credibility.

Obviously, the huge value of the "Silver Camel" cannot be monopolized by one country, nor can it be thoroughly studied. In the end, it is the enthusiastic experiment of the top powers in the world that entertains this visitor from outer space.

It has been more than 50 years since the establishment of the mobile member research group composed of the world's top experts in various fields. The terrifying value of the "Silver Camel" not only keeps the research going on for [-] years without interruption, but also the research also contributes to the material resources, The accumulation of financial resources and power has progressed to a level that normal people can't imagine.The slow development of communication and computer technology in this world is inexplicably miraculous, but it explains well where the superb medical treatment that can make that bitch Jiang Chenghuan stand up again comes from.

Baicun obtained a lot of information due to his identity as a test subject and his academic ability, and he successfully joined the plan.Hanging around among the gray-haired old scholars from various countries every day, Bai Cun felt that his gray hair increased faster as his knowledge increased.

The potion that restores Baicun's body from fatal injuries is one of the results of Baicun's current research direction. Compared with the conclusions drawn today, the potion is far worse, so the by-product of the potion, the blue beads, should be crushed after inspection. Bai Cun quietly hides.

It's not a thing anymore, it can barely be regarded as... a token of love?

At this time, what Baicun seriously wrote on the paper was not the conclusion of the formula data, but a magic circle.

Eastern metaphysics and Western legends have not been used for reference. Baicun used a magic circle learned from a certain anime to try to summon demons to help him manage the gangsters he wanted to pick.

He didn't want to bother the Ministry of Miracles all the time, Bai Cun was a little bit interested in the Ministry of Miracles.However, the first two years were training, and after that it was oppression, and he had to find an inheritance by the end of this year. Bai Cun was worried, and he had no clue as the end of the year was approaching.

The idea of ​​summoning demons is so unreliable that Baicun will practice it.

The blood-red ketchup on the paper drew a mysterious pattern, Bai Cun waited for a long time without even a fly flying out, give up?

"Do you still need to chant the spell..."

"Porfavor, sigaminhasinstrues (Portuguese: Please follow my instructions)."

"Open Sesame."

"Gunara, God of Darkness, Woohula..."

"Young man, have you used up all the ketchup I stocked up on again?" The instructor held up the white paper smeared with ketchup with trembling hands.

The use of human blood seems to make the mentor more sad, so the two rights are the lesser.

Hakumura thinks it's best not to irritate Guru's deep-seated mentor who loves ketchup.

"Although our supplies are in time in the depths of the desert, don't be so excited."

"That means you still have time to play, what about the research results? It's time to come out."

The mentor old man began to tinker with the equipment and observe the slides with a microscope.

"Anyway, it's amazing that iron meteorites have such stable activity and special vitality. If I knew it, I wouldn't have rejected the R&D team's invitation." The old mentor said regretfully, "Young spirit Sheng, relying on his talent and talent, he only wants to be famous, and he doesn't bother to do research in obscurity. In the end, it's better to study..."

Bai Cun ignored him indifferently, because after participating in this project, the instructor always felt so emotional when he had nothing to do, and the same words were not bad at all.

However, talking about life insights, the tutor lowered his voice, frowned, and muttered to himself: "'Isis' damage regeneration healing effect and strong interference are simply the gospel of biomedicine. However, such results..."

Combined with the spread of the virus, there is no cure for it.

The potion, named after Isis, the goddess of life and health in ancient Greek mythology, has completely touched the edge of biochemical weapons, and it is reasonable to apply for destruction immediately, but its subject lasted eight years, and a breakthrough has just been made recently. The most satisfactory research results.

There will always be strong suppression means, look again.

Bai Cun took off his mask in his white clothes, yawned, squinted his eyes and hugged his cool long hair and lay down on the table, intending to catch up on a 10-[-] minute sleep.To add, Shiramura used his hair as an ice pack because it was too hot.

Such a good thing, it would be a pity for the instructor to destroy it cruelly, and use it to do some interesting things to live up to this magical world.

"Lazy again!" the mentor growled.

"I haven't slept for three nights..."

"...but you sleep for 10 minutes every three hours."

The instructor sighed, while Baicun was asleep, he changed the key sets of data on the report that "Isis" needed to submit, and stared obsessively at the 0.5ml colorless liquid in the spherical seamless transparent container.

It is God.

"Our work is done and we are on our way back." The Baicun Tracking Department called to report their whereabouts.

At the same time, I personally verified and confirmed the life safety status of Atobu.Baicun's farewell trip to the underworld was actually far from easy, at least except for the violent turmoil in the first two years, after which assassinations, rebellions, and various forces tried to intervene endlessly. status and power.Such a high position is not a ski resort where you can go up and come down when you say it, but a snow-covered mountain area that is prone to avalanches.

Bai Village's strength is well known, and coupled with the protection of scientific research projects, it is rarely disturbed.And Atobe, who is in a slightly awkward situation, is under strict protection even if his identity is unknown. In case a few other underworld bosses who are eyeing the sky find out, the identity of the agent who is in the highest decision-making position is not so easy to keep secret.

Atobe's calm and gentle voice came: "Ah."

Atobe handles everything more and more perfectly.

"You missed Xiaojie's fourth birthday party again."

"Does he still like the gift?"

Shiramura hasn't seen Xiaokui for a long time. Last year and the year before last, he was able to spend time with Xiaokui on his birthday. This year, Mr. Atobe, who may have passed down the gorgeousness and rose paranoia from generation to generation, hosted a blue rose-themed birthday party... It's worth noting.

The themes for the past three years were red/pink/purple roses.

"Xiaojie, you don't know yet, there is nothing you don't like when you send him off."

Atobe recalled that his four-year-old doll still had a dumb face, and he could not fight back when he was beaten or scolded, the whole steamed soft bun that could reveal its filling at any time.

It doesn't matter if the kid is soft, he has two strong Atobe backers and *#＊# (undescribable) elder brother, thank goodness for Akuta to be soft.

"The few rose seeds I brought to my uncle in Xiaojie's birthday gift have been planted for a long time, and they should be able to germinate when you come back."

With an elegant voice with a hint of a smile, Bai Cun could imagine the gentle curvature of the corners of Atobu's lips.

"Brother, when did you come to China? Finished your studies?"

Similar to occupational diseases, Baicun listens to people and always devotes energy to thinking and analyzing every hidden meaning of every word.

"... Ahhh."

There is no surprise in having a lover who can read minds over radio waves.

Taking advantage of Atobe's daze, Baicun pushed open the door of the gallery.

The safest base in this country is this newly built gallery, and Atobe must be here.

"Eh?!"

Wasn't that at Atobe's feet Kokeshi?

Uncle Atobe is also experienced, and as expected, he got his wish and surprised Baicun.

Xiaojie was originally staring at the painting on the wall, which was the only painting in the gallery. It was painted by Baicun when the gallery was completed, but now she turned her head to stare at Baicun.

Xiaojie is wearing a small pink suit, short black hair with some natural curls, and big clear eyes.When Baicun walked over, Xiaojie stretched out his short hands to him. Baicun didn't know that his shell could be so cute before.He picked up Xiaojie, and Xiaojie slipped into his arms without saying a word.

The neglected Atobe just watched with a smile, feeling very...unhappy.

Shiramura Kasumi, this kid who only has paint and coloring oil in his mind, is obviously polite to Mr. Atobe, but ignores Atobe's love of flirting, but he is acting coquettish and shameless towards his brother who has not met a few times in total. It's hard to tell.Atobe has the illusion that his wife is being taken advantage of by wild men.

Bai Cun didn't say a few words to his younger brother, and noticed Atobu's smirk, and leaned over to coax him.Bai Cun shook his head, followed by his ponytail with little black hair: "There is a way."

The endless words made Atobe forget all the unhappiness and completely relieved.

"Ah." Atobe, who was originally full of words, just nodded noblely and coldly.

After the new year at the end of the month, Atobe is 20 years old and Xiaoye is 19 years old. Mr. Atobe's promise of "opening in five years" can also be realized.

As in the past, the nearly 1.9-meter Atobe is still half a head taller than the 1.8-meter Hakumura, and I still like Hakumura very much.

The layout of the gallery is based on the memories of Baicun's previous life. Except for the addition of some innocuous defensive monitoring facilities, it looks the same as the original one.

The style of the gallery is minimal, and the straightforward and jerky architectural lines give people a clean and simple feeling; the oriental hardwood furnishings, the walls and steps decorated with bamboo patterns, are light, natural and full of ancient flavor.The whole gallery is quiet and elegant, beautiful like a magnolia that should not grow in the forest.

Mulan... Baicun suddenly wanted to demolish the gallery again.

Considering the weather factors of the geographical location, the floor-to-ceiling windows that would make the walls less warm could not be used even though the view was wide and the lighting was excellent. The Chinese-style gallery adopts many large windows with simple lines.

In the warm Nuoda Gallery, there is only one work that looks particularly empty. Bai Cun holds Xiaojie and sits by the clear window to enjoy the snow.

As the head of the family, Atobe is busy with work without complaint.

Outside the window is a vast expanse of white snow. Because of the severe winter, there are no trees planted in the yard, and there are no decent large-scale decorations. Looking at the large flat grassland, covered by thick snow, there is a flat pure white pure land. The sun sets, The snow, free from the shadow of the low wall, shone with orange-red sparkle.

As the attic on the top floor of the bedroom, which is the small black room in his memory, Baicun changed the design and installed a skylight. As long as the sky is not covered by dark clouds, the room will be bright without turning on the lights.

At such a moment, the generosity and equality of the ever-new sun poured the last sunshine of the day on the person in front of the window, and Bai Village felt very happy.

It seems that continuing to live is nothing more than that, or simply dying today, Baicun really wants to do this seriously.

Xiaojie rubbed her eyes, and whispered in a soft, milky voice, "Sleepy..."

After saying that, she nestled in Baicun's arms and fell asleep.

Bai Cun gently carried him back to the bed in his room. Xiaojie had his own room at his own request. No matter how old he was, he was not afraid of anyone who shouldn't be afraid. It was just that he was soft-tempered and stupid, just like a child. The clues have not been discovered by the two profiteers, old and young.

Returning to the private seat by the window, the handsome little profiteer on the sandalwood old man's chair closed his gorgeous blue eyes, frowned and rubbed his temples, probably because of his lover's side that made the usual ordinary work difficult, Atobe reflected.

Atobu's fingers pressing his temples were replaced by a pair of cold hands, so cold that Atobu's fingers trembled. This is not the temperature of a living person at all. The last time his hands were warm half a year ago.

Atobe held his gently massaging hand, "Is there really a way?"

Bai Cun smiled: "Well, really."

Atobe knew that no one could see through Baicun's lies, and also knew that Baicun would not lie to him.

"What about the risk?"

There is no perfect solution in the world, and risks always exist objectively.

"I'll live, no matter what."

The voice is beautiful and quiet, the tone is gentle, and there is no superfluous emotion. Atobe hopes to have Baicun's mind reading skills, or Baicun can deliver all his thoughts.

Even so, Atobe looked up at him in vain.

Shiramura, who loves to laugh, still smiled slightly, his black eyes reflected his shadow, and Atobe, whose heartbeat began to speed up, couldn't help but also smiled, pressing the back of his head against him, feeling the obedience of the other party, Atobe's lips only lightly rubbed He licked the corner of his mouth, and then pulled Bai Cun who was on the back of the chair into his arms.

After being together as lovers for five years, Atobe and Baicun have never acted out of line. They clearly knew that Baicun would not reject him, and stubbornly waited for Baicun to have the same wish.

It doesn't matter if you can't wait, let him be literary, there is such a saying "love wants to touch and then withdraws its hand, it is restraint", Atobu is ready to be sober and ascetic until his inexplicable stubbornness disappears, and this stubbornness disappears The time may be when Atobe gave up on him, which is a complete paradox, but it is not, because Atobe will not give up on him, so it becomes a conclusion.

Baicun built a laboratory on the second basement floor of the gallery. The equipment and machines are not complete, and it is enough to unravel the shell of "Isis".

The so-called method is "ISIS".

This achievement was made by Bai Cun's mentor and Bai Cun. It is not a problem for Bai Cun to get "Isis" quietly. In fact, there is a more time-consuming but safer method, but Bai Cun is full of curiosity and exploration for "Isis". want.

Maybe this is a dedication to scientific research?

……

Dark clouds covered the moon, and the night was dark.

Atobe stood in front of the door. Across the door, Bai Cun opened the solid and sophisticated laboratory door dialogue system. Atobe could only hear the sound of various machines in operation, and the sound of Bai Cun's deliberate footsteps.

"Jingwu, go back."

Regarding life and death, his tone was still as calm as stagnant water.

Atobe tapped the tear mole at the corner of his right eye with his fingers, and closed his eyes with his head down, feeling familiar.

He finally recalled his tone when Mao Mao died.

"No." Atobe turned around, leaned against the door and folded his arms, speaking with distaste, "After you die, I have to recover the body as soon as possible to prevent the spread of pollution."

"What..." Bai Cun complained, and he could hear his footsteps stop, "It's really sad."

After repeated unblocking, Baicun smashed the last layer of defense of "ISIS".

Atobe leaned back against the door, held back a sigh, his sea blue eyes were completely covered by long trembling eyelashes.

"The rose seeds you sent haven't germinated yet. The growth cycle of ordinary roses is different. What's so special about it?"

He wanted to confirm his status through a constant dialogue. Baicun understood and answered irrelevant questions, "The tissue of flowers is soft and vulnerable to high temperature. The more common red, orange, and yellow flowers reflect red, orange, and yellow light that contains more heat in the sun. .And black absorbs all the light waves, and the flowers will be burned. The survival of the fittest in nature, no flowers can synthesize melanin, the black flowers on the market are only deep purple, deep red and close to black, and there are no truly black flowers in the world."

Atobe couldn't help but smile, "So?"

"However, inserting a virus or bacteria and making the plant diseased can produce black flowers."

Bai Cun pushed the liquid in the syringe into the vein little by little, with a gentle voice and a smile.

"So, I send you a rose that is unique in the world."

The author has something to say: Qinghe County, Altai Region, Xinjiang really weighs 28 tons, the third largest in the world, and China's largest iron meteorite "Silver Camel"

Xinjiang, which is adjacent to eight countries (some say seven, without India), is recognized as the largest meteorite enrichment area in my country.

Popular science is because the author hopes that the little angels who read the article can learn something.

And it seems that it is often false because the author is always thinking about correcting mistakes and catching bugs, and attaches great importance to the first article of opening a pit, and I don’t know that it will cause inconvenience to the little angels of readers, please bear with me.

Even if this article is finished, the author may change it from time to time...

The author is wrong, dare to do it next time.

Fortunately, you can't hit me.

I'm so happy after a while.

☆、Chapter [-]

After the voice fell, the sound inside the door stopped, and everything was silent.

Atobe wanted to see how he was doing.

Bai Cunye, when he is heartless, he can show his popularity well, he has no love nerves, he dumps the mess to Abe, he can't talk sweetly, but he is sweet when he really talks about love.

The only pure black rose in the world.

The black rose speaks, you are a devil, and you belong to me.

In fact, no matter what, all this is meaningful only if Baicun is alive, otherwise it would be too cruel for him to say these words before he died, how could Atobe forget him.

"You must not die. After you die, I will immediately forget you."

Shiramura was amused by Atobe's threat.

Atobe also has the potential to be a tsundere.

Feeling the rapid loss of body strength, his limbs began to feel weak, and his senses became numb, Bai Cun found a chair and sat down, stabilized his hands, and took out a pen and paper for recording.Inject a certain dose every once in a while, chat with Atobe, and write down your physical reactions.

After the estimated dosage was fully injected, Baicun held up his last bit of strength to destroy the traces left by Isis, and smashed and incinerated several empty syringes.

Atobe, who was waiting outside the door, saw the inconspicuous red light flashing by the door of the laboratory, and his expression changed.

That was the alarm that triggered the gallery's defense mechanism.

At the most powerless moment since Baicun was reborn in this life, he encountered the most threatening attack.

Atobu pursed his lips and quickly dispatched his staff, his eyes were extremely cold and his voice asked gently, "How is your situation?"

"The other party came at just the right time." Bai Cun stretched out his voice with a teasing tone, "Xiao Jie could stab me to death."

"When is the time, I still have time to joke around."

He has a sense of crisis, Atobe almost wants to stab him to death himself.

"My uncle is gone."

"You are ruthless, you are cold, and you are unreasonable!"

"..."

Reconfirming that the door of his laboratory is as solid as a bank vault, Atobe ignored the accusations of the joker behind him, and strode to the first floor to control the situation and protect Kaku.

This little lunatic in Bai Village is simply ruthless and unreasonable.

In the life-and-death juncture of Baicun's drug testing, the two of them have everything they need to fight against, especially the powerful and powerful enemies who want them to die. Atobu is not careless. The defense mechanism of the gallery is very complete and reliable.

According to the bodyguard's report, there were less than five opponents.

Atobe opened the door of Xiaokua's room, and there was only a bodyguard lying dead in the room.

He tilted his head and grabbed the slender wrist of the person holding the drugged towel stretched across from behind and twisted it, but the opponent's wrist joint did not dislocate, but broke free with a clever judo joint technique, and quickly retreated.

Atobe would not ask the person who kidnapped Xiaojie about Xiaojie's whereabouts. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the bodyguard lying beside him, whose life and death were unknown. Other people who were on guard in this corridor were also killed by the woman in black opposite.

Over the years, Atobu has been destroying people from time to time through Baicun. He has learned a lot and practiced a lot. At least in terms of skills, Atobu's fighting skills are not much worse than Baicun's.The attacking woman broke free, and Atobe didn't want to get entangled with her. She was very powerful, and it would take too much time to fight. He had to find Xiaojie as soon as possible.

Atobe has no intention of fighting the attackers, but the opponent is obviously from Atobe.

The assailant blocked Atobe's direction and said in Chinese-style Japanese, "Sorry, I'm here to hold you back."

The assailant said politely and attacked Atobe rudely.

If what the other party said is true, then the intruder's target is definitely Baicun. Four-year-old Xiaojie is Baicun's younger brother, Baicun's most obvious weakness, and the intention to kidnap him is self-evident.

Despite his eagerness to go to Xunbai Village, Atobe was held back.

Most of the subordinates and support staff were notified to immediately guard the entrance to the second basement floor of the gallery, and they could only hope that those people could still block it.

……

"Kashii is on the move. Abe's nerve paralyzing toxin has knocked down the barricades on the underground floor. Kashii successfully dragged the target No. [-]... Nix, what are you doing! It's not that you can touch the enemy's defense by memorizing topographical maps. The door of the main control room! Over there!... No, that's the women's toilet, are you a big man in a hurry to pee! Over there..."

In a car one kilometer away from the gallery, a fat man wearing high-padded glasses stared at the two computers on his lap and the countless display consoles in the car, screaming through the signal.

"No, why is Wu's surveillance screen and connection still disconnected? What is Wu doing!?"

The "five" in the mouth of the little fat man is thin and slender, wearing a dark purple tuxedo, and wearing a white mask without facial features. The mask has a thin slit bent down at the position of the eyes and mouth, like a pair of smiling eyes and an angry person The combination of mouths is extremely weird.

The smiling man held the unconscious Xiaojie in his hands with proper white gloves, and walked calmly around the sleeping people all the way from the first basement to the heavily guarded second basement.

Even if they didn't fall, the Laughing Man would have been able to get through with Akua as a hostage.

The rest of the elite subordinates on the second basement floor who resisted neurotoxins and drugs surrounded him, and pointed their black guns at the smiling man who stood upright with one hand in his pocket, and everyone was afraid of the young master in his arms. If you act rashly, you can't use your energy.

"Bai Cunye, haven't you appeared yet?" The smiling man with a non-male and non-female voice through the voice changer pulled out his hand in his pocket and made an inviting gesture.

"What did you call your father?"

Still walking lightly without the sound of footsteps, a slender and tall boy slowly stepped out of the shadow in the dark corner.

Hearing this unscrupulous and lazy tone, and the familiar moving voice, the smiling man's fingertips trembled nervously, and then he clenched his fists tightly, which hurt Xiaojie because he couldn't control his strength.

Xiaojie struggled to open his eyes, and after understanding the situation, he didn't struggle. Anyway, with his four-year-old body, he couldn't break free.

Xiaojie twisted her body in a daze to look at Baicun.

His long hair was completely white, but his hair was like snow, but he still had a beautiful and delicate youthful appearance.His lips are pale, his face is pale, without a trace of blood, making him feel almost illusory fragility, and his black pupils are surprisingly bright, like a ferocious cat hunting at night, or like a flickering star. Dark midnight.

He walked over unhurriedly, waved his hands, and his subordinates bowed and receded like a tide.

In the long corridor of dozens of meters, this beautiful young man who has no human breath now smiles cutely, but the curvature of his lips decreases every time he takes a step closer, and the smile has never been there before.

This slightly narrow and cramped corridor became wider, and the smiling man was always facing Baicun quietly, holding Xiaojie securely.

When Bai Cun stood still, less than ten meters away from the smiling man, the false smile on his face disappeared, leaving only a piece of indifference that could seep into the bones and cool the blood.

The smiling man, who was under great oppression, said to Bai Cun, who was listening respectfully: "Is it okay to exchange your life for this child?"

The Laughing Man used honorifics, and his words were appropriate, modest and respectful, but the distorted voice with the voice changer was even more weird.

Xiaojie, who had been expressionless all this time, frowned, and could not help shaking his head in pleading dialogue.

To Xiaojie's soothing smile, Baicun didn't seem to have heard such an exaggerated request, and asked in a firm tone.

"I know you?"

"..."

The Laughing Man stopped talking, and raised his hand to grab Xiaojie's neck.

This man is hiding, and he really wants his life.With Bai Cun's judgment, he confirmed that he knew the other party, and that the other party was not an ordinary enemy.

Xiaogai's white and tender face turned red and purple because he couldn't breathe, and Baicun signaled him to stop.

The Laughing Man took out a short knife and was about to throw it at him, but Xiaojie, who had been charging for a long time, started to move at a speed that a child would not be able to do.

Xiaojie's cute little face was dignified and determined, he stretched out his tender hands to hold the blade and the handle, and at the same time moved quickly so that his delicate neck hit the blade.

As long as he is dead, no one can threaten his brother.

"Bai Cun Jie!" Bai Cun shouted sharply.

The Laughing Man didn't expect such a small and ignorant child to do such a thing.

"It's a touching brotherhood." The Laughing Man let go of the handle of the knife, looked at the angle, and squeezed Xiaojie's bloody hand holding the knife blade, while holding his hand, he tried to keep the distance between the child and the dagger as far as possible.

"It is not acceptable for the hostages not to be killed by the intimidators."

In the end, there was only a trace of blood on Xiaojie's neck. If the Laughing Man directly held the handle and pulled the short knife away, Xiaojie's palm would be completely cut off by the sharp blade. Now the wound on Xiaojie's hand will not be disabled by visual inspection .

Bai Cun is weak and unable to lift a teacup, no matter what, he has no strength to stop him, otherwise a few smiling people will not be enough for him to crush him to death, let alone hurt Xiao Jie.

But things became interesting. The Laughing Man was able to invade to this extent. On the one hand, Bai Cun was caught off guard because the opponent was very capable; on the other hand, it was due to this ingenious timing.

Bai Cun, one of the developers, didn't know that he would fall into such a powerless state, but the other party seemed to have spotted this and launched a surprise attack.

Learn more about Baicun.He knew Xiaojie's value to Baicun, and saving Xiaojie didn't necessarily mean that his conscience was still alive, so he didn't mean to try not to anger Baicun.

He is afraid of Baicun.

The Laughing Man prevents Xiaojie from injuring himself, and uses medicine to stun him.

He threw the knife at Baicun, but Xiaojie came suddenly and killed Baicun, and Baicun didn't move. Even if the Laughing Man didn't know that he was powerless, he should have guessed it.He aimed the dagger at Bai Village's heart and threw it towards Bai Village. Bai Village would not and could not hide.but he didn't do that