Inhibition Marking Committee

April 6

These days, I followed the traces left by the energy activities of the "God" all the way to the city of "Scorching Sun", but still found nothing.

I have not yet inherited the godhead, and now I will only suffer losses if I meet the main god on the opposite side, but from the old man's consistent education, I understand that this god is indifferent, does not care about common things, and has not expanded to other worlds for thousands of years Willing has always been separated from us and lived in peace.

However, if there is a chance to meet him head-on, I still want to meet him.

According to the spell, I launched a search in Lie Sun City, and among them, a research institute had the heaviest traces.When I faked my superior’s identity and sneaked in to investigate, a researcher was sent to receive me. His name was Fang Weixing, he was under 30 years old, he didn’t wear glasses, but he was obviously short-sighted.Because the location of the spell was not clear enough, I searched the offices on the ground one by one, but found no similar "person" or "thing". When I proposed to go underground, the director of the research institute came back and found me. The "superior" was not on the visit list, and then severely reprimanded the researcher.

The director is a traditional omega, and the researcher is a beta. Perhaps for this reason, no matter how embarrassing the words reprimanded, Researcher Fang did not refute.

I was too lazy to look any further, so I used a little method to get out, and then searched in Central University, the back hill of the city park, etc., and walked almost every corner of the public area of ​​Lieyang City.

I found traces of chalk on the turf of the park, in the disused warehouse of the university.After restoration, a circular pattern appeared on the ground, roughly judged to be the product of the fusion of several ancient civilization summoning gods.Judging from my years of research on the enchantment formation, these things are not only full of mistakes and omissions, but there is no "victim" to activate the core of the formation. It is simply impossible to rely on them to summon the main god.

The investigation to this day has not yielded any real results.I walked on the street, and almost every store and every newspaper reported the news of the anti-o rights revolutionary organization, and they have gradually controlled a quarter of the federal land through infiltration.

This speed is far beyond my imagination.

I got in touch with the Long-faced Ghost, and his reaction was a bit strange, so I realized that I seemed to be leaving without saying goodbye.

However, in this unstable world, life and death are daily routines, and it is not uncommon to say goodbye without saying goodbye.Without any psychological burden, I went to join them.

April 6

I've found something interesting - Razorface seems to be at odds with his inner circle.

The second-in-command and fourth-in-command looked at him with strange eyes, almost contemptuous.

I don't know what internal power structure changes happened during this time, and I didn't want to explore it. I just found the fun in AC79048 again to squander the remaining "holidays".

When I first came back, the AC79048 was on the front lines.He worked tirelessly, destroyed six strongholds on the o side, firmly controlled the omega's children, pregnant women, and the elderly, and forced the opponent to stop.

Maybe it's because he's been through worse things, and there's no mercy in carrying out these missions.Even if there is a little girl crying at his feet, in order to threaten her military parents, he can shoot her without expression.

Such a cold-blooded creature turned into a scalding furnace when it came back to me.

It is said to be "heating stove", which also has a literal meaning.

I hugged his body with a high fever and watched him groaning drunkenly in the pain.He wanted to take a look at his clothes, but was firmly blocked.He misunderstood my intention, struggled to sit up, slowly took off his pants, and leaned against me with his back to my side.After thinking about it, I wrapped up his clothes for him, and he said the first sentence after meeting today: "Why are you still coming back..."

I tasted it carefully. I don't know if it was an illusion, but I actually tasted a bit of complaint.

I said, "Of course I'll be back when things are done."

"... Will there be anything else next time?"

"Well... maybe."

His voice became hesitant: "...do you like children?"

I said casually, "I like it, who wouldn't like it." As long as it wasn't born by me, it would be nice to have a human cub who inherited my excellent genes.

He kept silent, and after a while, as if he just took a breath, he said quickly and weakly: "I have an injury on my body, and it will heal in two days, and it will be fine by then."

I thought that what he said "it will be enough" meant that he could "crime" against him unscrupulously and use it roughly as much as he wanted, so I agreed: "Okay, then I will endure it for two days."

April 6

Two days later, I came to him according to the agreement. He took me to the hidden armory. We were crowded in a small and dark place. The surrounding shelves were full of confiscated weapons. A small blanket.Originally, it was neatly exuding a smell of clean soap, but it was quickly crumpled and messed up by me, and the stench mixed with the smell of blood soaked it.

This time it felt a little different than before.He seemed to be softer, and his reaction was more violent when he went deep. Even though I knew he was restraining, I couldn't restrain it.

I'm not sure, he doesn't talk, and I won't ask, after all, we don't have any deep relationship, I'm just a passerby in this world at best, no, I'm afraid I'm not even a passerby.

After I was done, I moved forward and touched his face, which was wet.

...and actually cried secretly when I didn't know.

I have never comforted anyone, and I am not good at comforting, so I can only try my best to find a topic, so I asked him: "What is the smell of your pheromone?"

"...I don't know." He quietly wiped his face, wiped his tears on the blanket, and still couldn't stop his sobs.

No wonder.The type of pheromone is a very abstract concept. We can only say what a certain pheromone looks like, compare it with the smells that already exist in nature, and draw conclusions.And such a "comparison" also requires luck.Someone who tastes like a common fruit is quickly identified.If someone's smell is very small, it will be judged as unknown.

Of course, most hospitals are equipped with pheromone identification devices, but...the livestock on the farm definitely don't need it, and besides, no one cares about alpha pheromones.

"Then let me taste it and tell you."

Announcing this, I put my lips on the back of his neck and licked lightly.Although there were no glands there, it was still connected with dense spinal nerves, which made him tremble all over, and subconsciously arched his back.

I tasted it carefully, and found that its taste was very light, a bit astringent, and I licked it again, and I gradually figured out some concepts, and said to him: "Your taste is very similar to Duli."

"Du Li?... What is it?"

"Is there no such tree here?"

"Maybe there is, but I haven't heard of it."

I explained responsibly: "Du pears will produce small white flowers, and the fruits they bear are bitter, but they can be used to cure diseases, and the trunk can also be cut down to make furniture."

"...It is a very practical tree."

"Yeah, it's like—" You.When my words came to my lips, I suddenly swallowed them back.

It doesn't seem good to say that, his fate is sad enough.

But he heard a relieved voice: "It's Du Li...Du Li, so my pheromone is meaningful."

I didn't know how to interface it, so I just vaguely responded, "Well, it's a very useful tree."

April 6

Inexplicably, I've paid too much attention to AC79048 recently.

Because he was illiterate, the method of drawing pictures was continued to convey information to him during the war.Later, I found a whole stack of little figures in the backpack he hid beside him, as well as some medicines, all of which were antibiotics.

He would occasionally wake up in the middle of the night and run to the next room to find me.This transformation from resistance to clinginess has greatly satisfied my self-esteem.

He is in love with me.

I also think that his falcon, which has been removed from its shackles, is heroic and charming when it spreads its wings.

So I asked him, "Why didn't you treat me as a traitor then?"

He froze for a moment, and replied: "I had a dream... I prayed to God to save me, and you came."

I almost laughed out loud.I want to tell him that it's not a dream, it's reality.

I stared into his eyes again and asked bluntly, "Do you love me very much?"

He had no expression on his face and asked back, "Love? What is love?"

I was very frustrated and not happy with the answer I got.

I didn't go to him that night.Instead, he wandered in front of my tent with a blanket in his arms, with nervous footsteps. After a long time, he lifted a corner of the tent door and came in with his head down.

I ignored him, and he spread the blanket silently, nestled beside me, trying to grab my hand to touch his belly.

But there was clearly nothing there.He's an alpha, and he doesn't have a genital cavity, so there's nothing to touch.

I didn't want to touch it, so I withdrew my hand, still ignoring him.

For a few minutes, I felt his breathing stop.He got up behind me, stared at me blankly, folded the blanket silently, and carried it away.

I was not feeling well, so I went out to have a look after a while.The lights in his tent were off, and there were sporadic and muffled sounds inside. I listened carefully and found that it was a suppressed cry.

He is not very old.I suddenly thought.

This man did not shed a single tear when he suffered those crimes and was surrounded by the corpses of his companions.Today, because I was left out in the cold, I shed tears sadly.

How can it be so fragile?Is this still alpha?

I went straight away, back to the tent, for no reason because he was angry.I felt that this could not go on like this, and that this matter had to be brought to an end.

Before I fell asleep, he came again.Thinking that I couldn't see his red and swollen eyes, the cat leaned over, forced an envelope into my hand, and left again.

I got up, squinted my eyes and looked at the door for a while, but finally said nothing, opened the envelope by the light, and took out the piece of paper.

Some parts of the paper are a little wet.I looked at it, and there were two villains drawn on the paper, a man and a woman.The man knelt on the ground, and the woman tied him with a rope, and pressed a branding iron on his heart.

To be honest, I didn't understand.

What does it mean?Accusing me of breaking his heart?

There is no need for this.

We're all alphas, and we won't get pregnant, so what we do is to please each other. If we feel uncomfortable, we can separate.

The next day, I told him that I had read the letter.

There was a radiance on his face, and he smiled shyly. I felt a little strange, so I continued: "Let's stop torturing each other. I will go to other camps, and it will not hinder your development."

It's hard for me to describe his expression at that time.It's like a living person suddenly turned into a stone statue, and when the wind blows, it rustles into ashes.

He was so desperate that he could hardly make a sound: "Can't you think about it?"

I said, "I don't like being chained."

He was puzzled for a moment.

My mouth was quick, and I said, "Forget it, anyway, you don't know what the word "shackle" means."

He bit his lip, as if struck by lightning, for the first time, when he was not being bullied maliciously by me, he couldn't control his tears.He rubbed his eyes indiscriminately, while trying to grab my hand, and promised me: "I'm very smart...I can learn."

I said, "You're not a child anymore."

But he didn't quite understand what that meant.

I also realized that he has not lived a day as an "ordinary child", does not understand what self-will is, and does not know that learning ability will degenerate with age.

Maybe I shouldn't have stepped into the life trajectory of wild animals in the first place.

(The handwriting in the following paragraph is slightly different: Thinking about it now, I was the one who was wayward at the time. It was too much to say that. I was the one who felt sorry for him.)

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Xiao Meili's stubborn mouth is definitely inherited from Ma Ma.But Xiaomei's kindness is inherited from her father.

Fortunately, this is a flashback. Now that I know my parents have been happy for many years, I don't think so, right? (Cod won't accept the pan!

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