you are deep in the stars

As Wang Yuanchen said, there is basically no information on the Internet about who the director of the Beidou Research Institute is. There is only a solitary name——Liang Yi, which seems to mean Anonymous.

"Could it be a high-level national?" Liu Chunchun brought a plate of fruit and put it in front of him. "It's the kind that appeared in the news, so it's inconvenient to disclose." The director, it sounds a bit weird.

"It's possible." Bai Xi supported his head with one hand, "But no matter who he is, as long as he is confirmed as an opponent of Deputy Director Feng Qi and a supporter of Zhou Yong, that's enough. I have to find him."

"How do you plan to find it, do you search online or put up missing person notices on the street?" Wang Yuanchen came over with his teacup, and put it in front of Liu Chunchun with a "boom", "With all due respect, your plan seems to have no clue."

"But there are at least two insiders." Bai Xi said, "Feng Qi, and Zhou Yong." Others may not know anything about the inside story, but they must know what happened.

"Okay." Wang Yuanchen nodded, "Even if they know about it, which one do you plan to go to?" One is an enemy, and the other may be undergoing the biggest test in life at this time, and his attitude towards supernatural beings in the future is unknown. ——And Zhou Jing is still there. According to Shi Tian's usual methods, she will most likely use her to threaten Zhou Yong, and let him be a man with his tail between his legs.

Bai Xi frowned slightly and didn't speak any more.Liu Chunchun silently pinched Wang Yuanchen behind his back, can you be a little more tactful.

Mr. Wang must take revenge, and he rumpled Liu Chunchun's hair into an angry chicken coop.

Half an hour later, Han Zhuo came to pick up Bai Xi, and the two returned to their apartment on Xinghai Road.

"Are you hungry?" After entering the door, Bai Xi helped him hang up his coat, "I'll cook for you."

"You?" Han Zhuo smiled, "When did you learn how to cook?"

"It's not difficult." Bai Xi sat on the sofa with his pressure on him, and poured another cup of hot tea over, "At least I can cook a bowl of noodles."

"I'm fine." Han Zhuo said.

"Of course I know you're fine." Bai Xi grabbed his face with both hands, "Why, it's rare for me to take the initiative to cook a meal, so it must be you who's fine?"

Han Zhuo smiled. He didn't speak, but stretched out his hand and pulled the man into his arms, hugging him even tighter.

Bad night, thankfully good people.

The room is bright and quiet, the star wall clock on the wall is swinging, the second hand turns once, and the minute hand turns again.

Bai Xi took out the blanket and lightly covered the sleeping Han Zhuo, while he slipped into the kitchen and cooked a bowl of hot noodles.He wants to give this man more warmth, more comfort, and more sense of security—although it sounds a bit far-fetched, but at some point, the rebellious little monster also wants to protect the mighty Ultraman.

An hour later, the kitchen was in a mess. Bai Xi woke up Han Zhuo who was on the sofa, and brought out a bowl of noodles devoutly, like a primary school student handing in his final homework, waiting for the teacher to praise him.

"You can order takeaway next time." Han Zhuo looked at the Band-Aid in his hand, and asked dumbfoundedly, "Why can you also cut green vegetable noodles?"

"To be honest, there is actually a plate of fried shredded pork, but it is mushy." Bai Xi replied, "So the trash can helped you enjoy it."

Han Zhuo held his wrist, leaned closer and kissed him: "But I really feel bad."

"Just say it when you feel bad?" Bai Xi handed him the chopsticks.

"Would you like to give me to you?" Han Zhuo took a sip of the soup and nodded, "Not bad."

Bai Xi asked, "Not bad?"

Mr. Han skillfully corrected: "I have never eaten such a delicious thing."

Bai Xi smiled while lying on the dining table.

A little star fell on the dining table instead of floating candles, making this dinner more warm and romantic.Of course, Mr. Han still cleans up the kitchen after the meal. He cleans the burnt pot bottom, wipes the overturned oil pot, puts the messy condiments back in place, and then looks at the suspiciously charred stains on the ground, resigning himself to his fate. Pick up the mop.

At this time, the troublemaker has already got under the covers, looking through the old files on the phone. It was the information of the supernatural being that Bai Boyang found before, but there is still no mention of Liang Yi, and even a similar name cannot be found. .

"What are you looking at?" Han Zhuo lifted the quilt, "I'm not afraid of getting bored."

"It's nothing, some old information." Bai Xi sat up, "Why did you take so long?"

"You broke three of my bowls." Han Zhuo squeezed his face with his hands, "and even secretly hid them."

Bai Xi's eyes fluttered: "Oh."

"Little villain." Han Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He took off his glasses and was about to throw off the quilt and go to bed when Bai Xi's phone started vibrating again.

……

"Director Ma, Mr. Bai is really not interested in Shakespeare's masquerade." Han Zhuo said calmly, "He's been very busy recently."

Mark Li felt like hell, and was very depressed, why every time he called Bai Xi recently, he was always connected by this vicious Mr. bodyguard - it was clearly past eleven o'clock now.

"Do you mind if I block him?" Mr. Han asked.

"Quite mindful." Bai Xi snatched back her mobile phone, "After everything is over, I still want to discuss literature and movies with him."

Mr. Han said: "OK, this director Ma is currently at the second place on my blacklist."

Bai Xi was curious: "Who is No.1?"

Han Zhuo replied: "Teacher Steve."

Bai Xi: "..."

The lights in the bedroom dimmed.

On this chaotic night, Bai Xi did not express her guess, but chose to let Han Zhuo sleep well first, and did not bring up the matter again until the next afternoon.

"Liang Yi?" Han Zhuo said, "I also looked up this name before, but there was no clue, including Wu Zigang, who has been paying close attention to the government's movements, didn't know his existence, so everyone agreed that it was just a code name."

"What do you think?" Bai Xi asked, "Do you think my speculation makes sense?"

Han Zhuo nodded: "It does make sense logically."

"Then should we try to contact Uncle Zhou again?" Bai Xi said, "For now, he is our only breakthrough."

"Zhou Jing's current condition is very bad." Han Zhuo said, "It's not just a matter of height, but even the bones are starting to deform and stiffen, which may be life-threatening."

"Is there a cure?" Bai Xi frowned.

"At least we don't, not the third laboratory." Han Zhuo said, "As for Shi Tian and the Beidou Research Institute, it's hard to say for the time being." Besides these, there is another biggest problem at present, that is, Zhou Yong's family is in a state of failure. In Lian's state, he could neither make phone calls nor see anyone, let alone find out Liang Yi's whereabouts from him.

Bai Xi had a sudden thought: "I've been to Zhou Jing's bedroom, so we can actually teleport there?"

Han Zhuo: "..."

"At least we need to meet up first." Bai Xi said.

"At least this week must pass first." Han Zhuo pinched his nose, "Let me find out what is the current situation of Zhou Yong's family."

Teleportation is of course possible, but if after the teleportation, there are researchers, doctors and policemen in front of the room, then the situation is a bit tricky.And the facts proved that his guess was not wrong. On the night Zhou Jing returned home, the Beidou Research Institute transferred three employees to live in Zhou's house in 24-hour shifts.

In the dead of night, Mrs. Zhou was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her drowsy daughter. Her originally beautiful eyes had dried up and shed no more tears.She regretted her choice back then, regretted the medicine that she swallowed hastily, but she was unable to make up for it. In just a few days, a large piece of gray hair had grown on her temples.

"Want to drink water?" Zhou Yong held her shoulder.

Mrs. Zhou shook her head blankly. She had already learned the true identity of her husband at this time, and she was even a little angry at him—if there were no Beidou Research Institute, no underground warehouse, and no murderous pursuers, then the supernatural beings would not have to panic Not all day, no need to take medicine, of course, there will be no deformed children.

She felt very cold, the kind of cold that soaked into the marrow of her bones.She wanted to scream, wanted to shout her thoughts to her husband like every angry and irrational wife does, but couldn't utter a single syllable.

She didn't know how to curse, she just wanted to get her healthy daughter back.

"Director Zhou." The researcher knocked on the bedroom door, "I have your phone number." Although the other party did not identify himself, those who can make internal calls these days should not be outsiders, and the voice sounds quite majestic , They dare not take it lightly.

"Teacher Liang." Zhou Yong stood on the balcony and sighed, "My wife's mood is really bad, and I'm worried that she won't be able to persist."

"Don't worry." Liang Yi said, "I've already talked to Feng Qi, he will help you arrange it as soon as possible, let Jing Jing come to me first."

"Did you not know about it beforehand?" Zhou Yong asked, "About my wife's identity."

"I don't know, she concealed it very well." Liang Yi said, "There is one thing I want to tell you in advance, for people with supernatural powers, bone growth is not irreversible, so I will try my best to find a way to make Jing Jing get well soon."

"Thank you." Zhou Yong's voice was hoarse, and this was the only good news in recent days.

"That supernatural person who came to look for you a while ago, Han Zhuo." Liang Yi said suddenly, "What do you think?"

Zhou Yong frowned slightly: "Teacher."

"Don't worry, they don't have the guts to monitor my calls to you." Liang Yi said, "Go ahead."

Zhou Yong said: "He seems to be very prestigious among the supernatural beings."

"Only this?" Liang Yi said with a smile, "Well, it seems that your cautious habit has not changed, then we will see you in three days."