Why do you have a crush on me again

He hasn't had time to say who he is...

He hasn't told Ling Mo what he's here for...

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, seeing Ling Mo getting closer, Qu Yun immediately realized that he was infected and couldn't let Ling Mo get close to him.

With his last strength, he pushed Ling Mo hard.

But Ling Mo supported him without moving.

Qu Yun's consciousness was blurred, he seemed to be isolated from this world, people in protective suits took him away from Ling Mo forcefully, he faintly felt that he was being carried on a stretcher and put on an oxygen mask...

When he opened his eyes again, he found that everything around him was white, and there were regular sounds from the detector next to his ears, and the surrounding area was isolated.

Oh...he's not dead yet...

I can't see Jiang Cheng for the time being.

Qu Yun swallowed, realizing that he had done a terrible job.

Outside the isolation layer, you can still see some researchers in isolation suits doing various tests.

Not long after, someone walked in. Even if he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, from the way the other person walked, his height, and his sitting posture, Qu Yun knew that it was Ling Mo.

It's not easy... I can see Ling Mo dressed like this.

Qu Yun twitched the corner of his mouth.

At that moment, he suddenly saw a picture in front of his eyes. He was holding down a crazy patient hard, and when the doctor who was injecting him pulled out the needle, it stuck into his finger.Someone grabbed him and pulled him to the sink. The other party took off his protective clothing and clasped his hands to rinse continuously. His expression was tense as if it was about to split open. Qu Yun's wrist was pinched by him. I want to break apart.

He is not afraid of death, but that person is very afraid that he will die.

But Qu Yun could only see the outline of the other party, and he couldn't see the other party's appearance even if he tried his best.

"I don't think the virus has turned your mind into a paste. Are you in a daze, or are you dreaming?"

Ling Mo's cold voice pulled Qu Yun's mind back.

"you guess."

After Qu Yun finished speaking, he realized that his voice was extremely hoarse, and even his throat seemed to have been wiped off by sandpaper.

"Instead of guessing this, why not guess how long you can live." Ling Mo was holding something and was recording various readings on the detector.

"I... want to tell you one thing, but you have to make sure that after listening... you won't fall on..."

Fell on a milk bottle and cut my own wrist...

"Then you must not confess your love to me, and don't say strange things to me. Because every word you say can be heard by the whole base." Ling Mo raised his hand, Qu Yun turned his face with difficulty, Only then did he see something flickering regularly beside the bed.

Qu Yun sighed in distress.

"I...how long do I have..." Qu Yun asked.

"Unfortunately, after three to four hours, you will fall into a severe coma again, and then five to six hours later, your internal organs will completely lose function. After another two or three hours, you will die."

Hearing Ling Mo's steady and objective voice, Qu Yun was suddenly a little proud, because this was the first time Ling Mo spoke several times as much as he did.

"What if...you're lucky?"

"Lucky, I saved your life. If you don't smoke, drink too much, don't have other bad habits such as indulgence, and don't cause major physical damage because of any tasks, you will have no problem living past a hundred years old."

Ling Mo lowered his head and continued to record something.

Qu Yun raised his finger, intending to hold the opponent, but he could hardly lift it up.

"This world is not real."

Even if what he said was heard by the entire base, including West and Duke, he didn't think it mattered. Anyway, if he was sick, what he said would be regarded as nonsense.

Ling Mo, who was standing by the bed, seemed to tremble with his lowered eyelids.

"so what?"

"If...if I hang up again this time...you...you don't cut your own wrists...falling on the shards of the milk bottle...too bad..."

He was almost dying, and he could still utter such a long string of words, Qu Yun felt that he was so fucking great!

Moreover, it was Ling Mo who said the nonsense of falling on a broken milk bottle and cutting his wrist. No matter how meticulous the investigation of Ling Mo was, "Black Que" would have no way of knowing this. .

But Ling Mo didn't react at all, which made Qu Yun not sure whether Ling Mo was pretending not to understand, or was he more suspicious of Qu Yun?

"Do you know that you have a fever of 42 degrees now? Even if it is cured, you may be a fool." Ling Mo's voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

The feeling that made one's eyelids hard to open struck again, and even breathing made him tired.

Ling Mo put one hand on his ear and approached him.

Qu Yun vaguely saw Ling Mo's eye circles under the hood and stubble on his chin that he hadn't had time to shave off.

Ling Mo must have been trying to save him all night long.

At that moment, Qu Yun suddenly had a guess that made him feel happy--Ling Mo must know who he is, and that's why he is doing his best!

"How about we wake up together?"

At the moment when he was completely plunged into darkness, Ling Mo's voice seemed to overflow from a crack in Qu Yun's ear, very far away yet very near.

When Qu Yun woke up again, the room was still so white that there was no trace of blemish, and the thick isolation, but the researchers wearing protective clothing outside the isolation had all disappeared.

As his mind cleared up, he felt a dull pain in his chest.

Damn...was this a truck run over the sternum?

Qu Yun slowly lifted up his clothes, and saw an ugly centipede scar on his chest.

——Did the person from "Black Sparrow" dissect him?

Forget it...don't worry too much if you're still alive.

Qu Yun relaxed himself and let out a long breath.

The sound of the detector was still in his ear, Qu Yun's fingers trembled, and he could faintly feel a hint of warmth between the raw and cold disinfectant.

Qu Yun turned his face to the side, and he paused.

Ling Mo was sitting beside his hospital bed, with his face turned sideways, already asleep.

And Qu Yun knew from his expression that he was sleeping deeply.

The outline of eyebrows and eyes is still so beautiful, with the neat masculinity that Qu Yun likes and the intellectuality that he envies.The stubble on his chin was still unshaved, but it didn't look sloppy, it just made him look more mature, not at all like a young man under 20 years old.

Qu Yun felt that he must be possessed by a demon. He propped up his upper body with difficulty on one elbow, extended the other arm, and touched Ling Mo's stubble with his fingertips.

They are very short, obviously very hard, but as if they don't want to hurt Qu Yun, they don't hurt at all.

Before Qu Yun could move his fingers, Ling Mo's eyes suddenly opened.

Qu Yun wanted to retract his fingers, his arms lost strength, and he almost fell under the hospital bed, but Ling Mo suddenly raised his leg and firmly stopped Qu Yun.

"You have just recovered, and your heart function, kidney function, and digestive function are very fragile. Just lie down."

Ling Mo's voice was very steady, which made Qu Yun want to ask the other party a lot of things, but he could feel a hint in his voice—that is, no matter what he asked, it would be conveyed to him by the monitoring equipment at the bedside. west.

Ling Mo got up and looked at Qu Yun with his pockets in his pocket: "You seem to like my stubble very much."

"I like a ghost..." Qu Yun rolled his eyes in his heart, "Could it be that you are the only one who grows a beard?"

"According to what I know about your ignorance, you must have heard the rumors that the hardness of a man's beard is equivalent to his ability in that area." Ling Mo lowered his head slightly, as if he was going to get closer to Qu Yun, but he retained a certain degree of confidence. Distance, "So I want to test whether my stubble is hard or not."

Although Qu Yun didn't think that way at first, but after Ling Mo said that, Qu Yun couldn't help but think that way.

How cheating!

And thinking of his action of touching Ling Mo's stubble just now, there is an inexplicable feeling of disharmony...

When Ling Mo left here, Qu Yun couldn't help but ask, "Hey...have you decided to stay in 'Black Sparrow'?"

Ling Mo put on the long white gown: "Isn't this just what you want? As long as I obey 'Black Sparrow', you will have a bright future here."

Qu Yun was very unhappy and gave the other party another middle finger.

But West, who was sitting in front of a large rear-projection screen, had a very interested expression on his face.

"Teacher, you seem to be in a good mood. Is it because Ling Mo has done virus research in a few days that our people have been unable to do for years?"

"Look at this."

West reversed the video. It was three days ago. Qu Yun's heart rate had stopped. When the medical staff had given up on CPR, a person in protective clothing rushed in and took off the protection. Many people came to stop him, but it was too late.

He was Ling Mo, and he brushed his sweaty hair back. He neatly held a scalpel and opened Qu Yun's chest, with a persistent expression like a paranoid lunatic.

Duke, who was standing in front of the projection, frowned when he saw this scene.

Ling Mo in the screen stretched his hand in and directly performed CPR on Qu Yun.

When Qu Yun's heart rhythm reappeared, Ling Mo stopped, and medical staff rushed to suture Qu Yun's body.

"It was a miracle," Duke said. "According to the strict physical condition at the time, he had a hemorrhagic fever... Opening the chest cavity and performing CPR would only make him die faster."

"You miss the point of the miracle."

"what?"

"Ling Mo's strictness - when it's time to give up, he refuses to give up." West's finger tapped the edge of the teacup, "So this chess piece, if we control it well, we don't need to work hard Find a way to make Ling Mo succumb, because we have already checked MATE."

Duke stood there, staring at the picture for a long time.

"What are you thinking, my child?"

"No... nothing... I just..."

"You have been in the same laboratory with him during this time, do you have any interesting comments about him?" West asked with great interest.

"He was in front of me, reminding me of a scalpel in a surgeon's hand—sharp, precise, and devoid of human emotion." Duke didn't take his eyes off Ling Mo's side face on the screen, "So I don't understand Why does he care so much about rigorous life and death?"

"Duke, remember when Ling Mo couldn't cooperate with us, I told you 'Rome wasn't built in a day'?"

"I remember."

"But some people are already in Rome." West gestured to Qu Yun in the surveillance with his chin. He was lying on the hospital bed, and the medical staff were injecting him with various nutrients.

"What is this?" Qu Yun asked.

"Let your wounds heal soon."

"What about the one just now?"

"Vitamins."

"I'm hungry." This was already the fifth time Qu Yun said that he was hungry in one day.

In fact, he is not hungry, and he has no appetite. Looking at his wrists, he feels that he is completely thinner than he imagined, and he finally has a whole body of tendons, all of which are wasted.

"We will provide you with liquid food in a while." The answer of the medical staff was like a machine.

"I'm bored." Qu Yun said.

The medical staff ignored him, and just turned on the opposite TV for him, playing an old movie from the 80s. Looking at the picture quality, Qu Yun felt even more bored.

In this ward, Qu Yun couldn't tell whether it was day or night at all, and he was easily sleepy. Sometimes the incision on his chest was itchy, and he would really want to scratch it.

"If I were you, I would hold back." Duke's voice sounded.

Qu Yun glanced at him, and when he thought of what this guy had done, he gave him a very obvious look.

"You live a very leisurely life, don't you think about what will happen in the future?" Duke asked.

"You guys are raising me like a pig now, obviously you don't intend to kill me. And you told me before that the defenders of 'Exile Island' are not inferior to me? Are you overestimating these people who surround me all day long? Your pug, still look down on me? If I die, when you have a tricky task, can you find someone who is more reasonable and easy to use than me?"

Duke smiled: "Indeed. This time your action performance in the game is S-level, but the task assessment is completely unqualified. We want you to take Ling Mo to the South Bank. Where did you take him?"

"That's because you don't cooperate with my mission at all. Your goal is to kill me, not to let me take Ling Mo to the south bank. And there is no bank to the south." Qu Yun said very unhappy.

"Why didn't I cooperate?"

"You gave me a gun with no clips in it, a pistol without a silencer, and you fucking set up booby traps on our way to get the guns to blow us up, and you didn't even have the most basic dagger, so I wanted me to tear those loaded guns with my hands guy?"

"Didn't you get all of these later? And you also destroyed our base in the forest, causing us heavy losses."

"That's right, you're doing it to yourself. Does the bullet wound on your shoulder stop hurting?" Qu Yun deliberately poked Duke's sore foot.

Sure enough, Duke's expression froze slightly, and Qu Yun was secretly happy in his heart.

"You should think carefully about your future. Whether to be an obedient dog and live well, or to be a rebellious wolf."

After speaking, Duke stood up.

When he walked to the door of the room, Duke turned around and said, "You seem to be unable to stay here. For your mental health, I specially prepared the monitoring in the laboratory where Ling Mo is working for you. You press the remote control You can see it by pressing the blue button."

When Duke left, how did Qu Yun feel that the monitoring of Lingmo Lab was a big trap, and there might be some conspiracy.

He lay on the bed and endured it for a long time, but he felt itchy.

What was Ling Mo like when he was doing virus research?

Qu Yun lay on the bed for a long time without any sleepiness, just like quitting smoking for a long time without success, Qu Yun finally pressed the blue button.

The video screen in front of me immediately switched from the old movie to the laboratory, and the clarity instantly increased, and it felt like I was back to modern times.

There are four videos on the screen, which are the laboratory, the office where the report is written, the virus library, and the disinfection room.

At this time, Ling Mo was not wearing protective clothing, but was sitting in front of the computer with his chin propped on one hand, tapping the mug with his fingers.

The camera was actually in front of the computer in front of him, capturing his side face and even his eyelashes clearly.

Although this guy usually gives people the feeling that strangers should not get close to him, but every time he lowers his eyes, Qu Yun feels very soft.

The moment he turned his face away, he slowly raised his eyes, Qu Yun felt a sense of tension in his heart, a feeling of being discovered by peeping, he subconsciously leaned back against the pillow, and pressed his fingers on the remote control.

When the crackling sound of typing sounded, Qu Yun realized that the other party was typing.He wiped his forehead, feeling a deep guilty conscience.

Ling Mo typed very fast, and never had to look down at the keyboard, so Qu Yun could "daringly" appreciate Professor Ling's face and his eyes that seemed to contain everything as they grew more and more beautiful for several 10 minutes.

Halfway through, Ling Mo adjusted the position of the chair. He leaned forward, and the entire screen was covered with Ling Mo's nose and lips.

That way, it was as if they were about to kiss, and Qu Yun's petite heart was fluttering unscrupulously.

Qu Yun felt that Ling Mo looked good from every angle, and he was like a brain-dead fan.

For the sake of heart health, Qu Yun switched the video back to the classic old movie of the 90s, watched "Titanic", looked at Xiao Lizi's youthful and invincible face, and sadly found that his mind was still full of Ling Mo's young and stern face .

Not long after, Qu Yun was so sleepy that he fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Qu Yun felt a tingling pain in his arm, and Qu Yun opened his eyes suddenly. Just as his instinct was about to make him resist, his shoulders were firmly held down.

"I'll take a sample of your blood and check your antibodies."

Suddenly meeting Ling Mo's eyes at such a close distance, Qu Yun almost fell off the bed.

"You...you are really doing research for 'Black Sparrow'?" Qu Yun was just looking for something to say.

Ling Mo didn't answer what he meant, and there were two heavily armed guys standing behind Ling Mo. It seemed that West still felt that Ling Mo was not obedient enough.

Feeling Ling Mo's hand leave her shoulder, Qu Yun felt lost.

Although he has just recovered from a serious illness, it doesn't mean that he doesn't remember what he said before he completely lost consciousness.

He said in a casual voice, "Hey, do you remember what I told you?"

At this time, "Titanic" just played to Lucy and Jack standing on the bow, the classic line - "You jump, I jump too."

"I've already answered your question."

"What?" Qu Yun was confused.

When and where

"If you dance, I will dance too." Ling Mo turned his face and read the lines from the movie.

After speaking, Ling Mo turned and left.

"What the hell is that!"

If Ling Mo understood what he said, why didn't he ask who he was?Why don't you wake up?

No, he has to find a chance to ask clearly!

But for the next two months, Qu Yun did not see Ling Mo again.At first, Qu Yun would watch Ling Mo sitting in front of the microscope in the laboratory, doing separation experiments, and even giving reports from the video, but after a few days, Qu Yun felt that it was not a good taste.

This is simply the bad taste of West and Duke.

So in the following days, even if the movie was boring, Qu Yun could not bear to watch Ling Mo anymore.

Duke said to West: "Teacher, now Ling Mo is almost indifferent to rigor. He never asks whether his body is recovering, nor asks what he is doing now. Maybe he had something about rigor before because of the common advance and retreat. There was a sense of trust in him, but now it feels like he's calmed down."

"How about rigorous?"

"He can watch "The Simpsons" with collagen custard for a day." When Duke mentioned Qu Yun, he didn't look good.

"How is his recovery?"

"Yesterday he did two hundred push-ups in the ward. He must be getting moldy from his idle time."

"Didn't you ask him, would you like to be an obedient dog or a rebellious wolf? Give him to Coster." West said.

"Coster? It seems that you want to kill the rigor? The defense in the forest is trained by Coster."

"That shows that Coster's level is not enough. He should learn from the rigorous body."

So, on this day, Qu Yun left the ward where he had slept for nearly three months, and was taken away by several people in camouflage uniforms.

They brought him to a place similar to fighting training. About seven or eight groups of people were subduing each other. The scene was like a life-and-death contest, and each wanted the other's life.

And on the edge of the training ground, there is a tall man standing, he is Coster in West's mouth.

Although it was just a back view, Qu Yun immediately had a feeling of Xiao Su, and the sixth sense made him feel the murderous aura emanating from this man.

As soon as the two people who brought Qu Yun here stopped, Coster turned around.

From a man's aesthetic point of view, this guy's facial features are very rigid, he is the type that Qu Yun appreciates and is willing to call him a brother, but his eyes are full of bloodthirsty murderous intent that doesn't even need to be concealed, Qu Yun feels that the other party is really not easy to mess with.

Coster took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, flicked one, put it in his mouth, lit it, and exhaled a smoke ring.

Qu Yun could tell that this man looked down on him, even with a trace of hatred.

The other party didn't speak, and Qu Yun didn't speak either.

The men on the training ground are still fighting to the death.

At this time, Coster clapped his hands, and everyone stopped instantly.

"Come on, everyone, we have 21 people who died under this guy's bullet."

Qu Yun thought for a while, and the other party seemed to have something wrong, but he still decided not to touch the other party's bad luck at this time.

Obviously, Coster noticed Qu Yun's hesitation.

"What's the matter? Rigorous, is there something I said wrong? If you fart, let it go!"

It seems that this man has a bad temper.

But Qu Yun usually doesn't like men with a bad temper.

"Nineteen were killed by bullets, one by a knife, and one by a dagger."

Qu Yun corrected the other party with a very objective voice.

"Do you think your record is very brilliant?" Coster asked.

"That's not a record, it's for survival. They want to kill me, so I can only kill them." Qu Yun replied.

Coster sneered: "It seems very reasonable. West said you are very capable, and I want to weave you into me. But facing a guy who will take other people's lives away at any time, I don't think you can Be my man."

Qu Yun could feel the hatred in other people's betting eyes, and suddenly realized that his leisure time was over.

This is not only the hatred from these defenders, it is estimated that West wants to treat him well.

"If I can't be your person, then please let me go back to the ward to eat and die. I don't want to cause you trouble." Qu Yun replied.

Coster smiled: "We are training. In order to avoid being brought down by someone like you in the future, we should cherish this rare opportunity to learn from each other."

Qu Yun's heart skipped a beat. He wouldn't foolishly think that this was a one-on-one contest. The bruised nose and swollen face were nothing to worry about. He hadn't asked what Ling Mo meant!Do you understand that this world is not real!

Sure enough, there were a few people approaching eagerly, each of them seemed to want to tear him apart.

Coster said to the person who escorted Qu Yun: "The person has brought it, you can go back to West."

Now, Qu Yun was completely alone and waiting to be slaughtered.

"Don't let him die too happily."

The author has something to say: DAY65

Qu Yun: "If you dance, I will dance too" or something... very outdated!

Ling Mo: Look at Lucy's expression without clothes. It doesn't seem like she dislikes her being outdated.

Qu Yun: If it were you, I wouldn’t think it’s outdated!

Ling Mo: Understood.

Qu Yun: Huh?Put on your white coat!Put on your shirt!Let me tell you, it is one thing to be outdated but not outdated, and it is not art if there is no cover up!

Ling Mo: What do you know about art?

Qu Yun: Oh!You are art!The way you wear clothes is even more art!