[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Zhou Mao stared at these six words closely, he knew that this was the message Jiang Hai gave him.He told himself not to worry about Zhou Mo, and would come quickly to take him out.Zhou Mao should be at ease, but why is he still so flustered?

He tightly squeezed the note in his hand, thinking carefully.Suddenly, Zhou Mao hammered the cockpit hard in remorse, and inserted his fingers into his hair.

Yeah, he finally figured out why he was so restless and nervous.The reason why Jiang Hai told him this information in secret codes was entirely because the connection between him and Jiang Hai was blocked, and he might even be monitored.Since the person monitoring him can enter the thoughts in his mind and cut off his connection with Jiang Hai, it will be easier to observe his actions in this world.

As for him, Zhou Mao, after getting Jiang Hai's secret signal, he was dazzled for a while, without thinking about anything, he anxiously looked for a way to crack it.Now the person who controls his communication has probably already learned from him that Jiang Hai is about to enter this world.

If this person harbors malice towards Jiang Hai, Zhou Mao's actions will undoubtedly harm Jiang Hai.

Zhou Mao buried his head in his arms, and repeated the number 870503 again in his mind.But this time, there was silence in his head, not even the noise.

The password had lost its effectiveness, and Zhou Mao raised his head slowly after vainly saying "Don't come in" several times in his mind.

He has to try to get out by himself.Before Jiang Hai entered this world.

Zhou Mo's world was always connected with Jiang Hai's world.If Jiang Hai can still enter this world after Zhou Mo wakes up, it means that this connection is still there.

And the rules of Brother Jiang Hai's world are that as long as you die, you can log out.

So, I want to commit suicide, Zhou Mao thought, I want to try to see if I can return to the real world after committing suicide.

He opened the hatch from the cockpit and stood up.The cockpit is about two stories above the ground.Zhou Mao hesitated for a moment, but decided not to jump off here.At this height, even if his head hit the ground, he might not necessarily die.If he fell into a vegetative state with a concussion, not only would he not be able to get out, Jiang Hai would come in, and he might not know how to take him away.

Zhou Mao got off the Silo along the ladder.He looked up at the tall mounts, then at the cables connecting the equipment and electronics.There was an idea in my mind for a while.

Go up|hang it.Zhou Mao thought.

He searched around in the machinery room, found a tool box left by a worker, took out a pair of pliers, found a seemingly unimportant wire, and cut off a long enough piece.Then climb up the fixed frame of the mech, tie the wires into a circle, and hang them on the beam of the frame.

Just when Zhou Mao was about to stretch his neck to get into the circle, suddenly the piercing alarm bell rang out, which made Zhou Mao tremble.In an instant, more than a dozen people appeared from under his feet as if by magic.These people were dressed in white clothes, with nervous expressions, and surrounded them in the direction of the fixed frame.

"Siro! What are you doing?! Don't do anything stupid!" a voice from the crowd shouted.

Zhou Mao looked at the person under the fixed frame, a little flustered.He didn't know if the time these people climbed up was enough for him to suffocate to death in the electric coil, so he could only try.When he quickly put his head into the wire, he didn't realize that someone had sneaked up on the fixed frame from behind while he was not paying attention, and hugged him before his feet were suspended in the air.

"Sai Luo, don't do anything stupid." He heard Uno's anxious voice ringing in his ear, and then a current of electricity quickly spread from his arm to his whole body.Zhou Mao trembled and passed out.

I do not know how long it has been.Zhou Mao gradually regained consciousness.He was lying flat on a somewhat hard bed, with a slight pain in the back shoulder blades.When he slowly opened his eyes, a researcher in a white coat came into his eyes.

"Hmm... what's going on?" He heard the researcher talking to himself. "There are no lesions or abnormalities in the body organs, the hormones are normal, and the mental state is also stable. The metal information has been checked, and there is no bad information input."

The researcher looked puzzled, and tapped his forehead with a pen: "What happened to him?"

Zhou Mao looked at the researcher, the hard bed made his tailbone start to hurt.He wanted to sit up, but found that his hands, feet and waist were tightly bound by belts on the bed, and he couldn't move at all.He could only raise his eyelids and clear his throat to attract the researcher's attention.

The researcher heard the movement and found that Zhou Mao had woken up, so he immediately bent down to look at him.

"How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?" He asked Zhou Mao seriously.

Zhou Mao shook his head, secretly groaning in his heart.He forgot that in this world, he is a very important reformer, and he is also the crystallization of the brainpower of several generations of research institutes.He is not only a powerful combat force, but also a representative of the scientific and technological achievements of the Sky School.These people will definitely monitor him all the time to prevent him from dying accidentally.It must be very difficult to commit suicide under the eyes of the people on this spaceship.

The research institute saw that Zhou Mao looked normal, but he seemed uneasy.He opened Zhou Mao's eyelids with his hand, took out a small flashlight, shone a light on Zhou Mao's pupils, and nodded.

"No problem." He said to Zhou Mao, "You wait here for a while. In five minutes, the psychiatrist will come and talk to you." After finishing speaking, he picked up the folder, turned and left.

Looking at the researcher's back, Zhou Mao felt a strong desire to call him back and untie him.As consciousness gradually recovered, not only the shoulder blades and tailbone, Zhou Mao felt his whole body began to ache.I don't know what these researchers did to his body when he was unconscious, but it's not a good thing anyway.

After a while, another white coat walked in, probably the psychiatrist that the researcher mentioned just now.Zhou Mao looked at him expectantly, hoping that he could untie the belt and let himself sit freely for a while. After all, it would be too strange to lie down and talk to the doctor.

However, the facts are not always as Zhou Mao wished.The psychiatrist sat next to him and pressed a button beside the bed, the upper part of Zhou Mao's bed was automatically bent upwards, and he was also brought up to sit up under the action of the bed, but his whole body was still covered Tightly tied to the bed.

Zhou Mao felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.He looked at the psychiatrist helplessly, and the psychiatrist also looked at him, with pity and inquiry in his eyes, which made Zhou Mao's heart shudder.

With a light cough, the doctor straightened the paper in his hand. "Can I ask you a few questions?" he asked softly.

"Yes." Zhou Mao nodded.He knew that since he committed suicide, psychological counseling must be inevitable.However, he did not expect the scope of the word "several" to be so wide.Zhou Mao felt that the doctor had asked him hundreds of questions, and he had to answer these questions as accurately as possible while his hands and feet were trapped. In the end, Zhou Mao not only felt that his body was too stiff, but his mind was also melting. .When he felt that he couldn't hold on anymore, the doctor finally put away the stack of papers in front of him.

"Okay. There should be no problem," the doctor said. "I still need to analyze your answers to be more sure of your psychological state. Go back to your room and rest first."

The doctor pressed a button, and all the belts that trapped Zhou Mao were instantly released.Two strong soldiers walked in, helped Zhou Mao up, and escorted him back to his room.

After the soldiers left, Zhou Mao collapsed on the bed.Physical examination plus psychological diagnosis, Zhou Mao has been tossed by those research institutes for a day.In this world, 12 hours have passed since Zhou Mao received Jiang Hai's message. It is not known whether Jiang Hai has crossed over or whether he has been hindered in any way.

Zhou Mao's body was very tired, and he just wanted to take a good rest, but when he thought of Jiang Hai, his heart was immediately filled with worry, causing him to toss and turn.

"Sai Luo, can I come in?" Outside the door, there was a brief knock on the door and Uno's voice.

Zhou Mao sighed, barely got up from the bed, opened the door, and led Uno to sit beside the bed.

Wu Nuo looked at Zhou Mao with worry in his eyes.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked, "Is there something on your mind?"

"It's nothing." Zhou Mao avoided Wu Nuo's gaze and began to make nonsense. "I didn't wake up in the morning. Seeing that the fixed frame is very strong, I wanted to go up and play a swing..."

Uno pursed his lips, as if he wanted to laugh. "This is too unlike you." He said, stroking Zhou Mao's hair. "You can tell me, let me help you."

"No...no need," Zhou Mao waved his hand, and said, "I just made up a temporary idea, and now I don't want to play on the swing anymore."

Wu Nuo lowered his eyes, looked at Zhou Mao tenderly, then climbed his arms with his fingers, and embraced Zhou Mao in his arms.

"If you have something on your mind, you must tell me." He whispered in Zhou Mao's ear, with hot and humid breath on his ear, "I'm really worried."

Zhou Mao was in Wu Nuo's arms, his body was stiff, and he didn't know where to put his hands.He wanted to break free, but he vaguely felt that it was not good to do so now.

Seeing that Zhou Mao didn't respond, Wu Nuo seemed to think that this was a good time, so he gently supported his waist with one hand, and put the other hand into Zhou Mao's loose shirt, and slowly slid down the spine with his fingertips , until it touched his buttocks.

Zhou Mao was shocked like an electric shock, and immediately jumped up and pushed Wu Nuo away.Wu Nuo was unprepared, and was pushed halfway down on the bed, with his elbows resting on the mattress, looking at Zhou Mao who was standing beside the bed panting nervously with a puzzled and injured expression.

"You've been acting weird lately." Uno whispered.

"I...no...not..." Zhou Mao knew that his attitude towards his lover was too much, but he didn't know how to resolve this embarrassing situation, so he had to say nonsense again: "I always have a few days every month... ..."

Wu Nuo raised his eyebrows, and Zhou Mao hurriedly changed his words: "...will think deeply about some issues." He swallowed: "For example, who are we, where do we come from, and what is the meaning of existence. I have been thinking about these things recently. , I was a little dazed."

Uno sat up straight and shook his head: "This is not something we should think about."

"I know." Zhou Mao said, pinching the bridge of his nose with a tired look, "but I can't help thinking about it. I'm tired too."

Wu Nuo looked at Zhou Mao, gently took his hand tentatively, and pulled him to his side.

"Is it really not possible today?" He asked softly.

Zhou Mao looked at Wu Nuo at a loss.Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, picked up a piece of paper and pen from the desk, and handed it to Uno.

"Write me some words." Zhou Mao said.

Wu Nuo held the pen and paper, a little curious. "What are you writing for?" he asked.

"I want to read your handwriting." Zhou Mao said.

Wu Nuo shook his head with a smile, he still didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in his lover's gourd.But since he wanted to see it, and it was such a simple request, he could naturally fulfill it.

"Write what?" he asked.

"You can write anything." Zhou Mao replied, thought for a while, and said, "Just write the three words 'send home'."

Wu Nuo stood up in response, spread the paper on the table, and wrote down these three words seriously.When Zhou Mao saw the beautiful and neat official script Chinese characters appearing on the paper, he was inexplicably disappointed.

After Wu Nuo finished writing, he handed the paper to Zhou Mao.Zhou Mao took it and folded it gently.

"Thank you." Zhou Mao said, "but I'm very tired today."

He opened the door of his room, "You and I should go to bed early."

The author has something to say:

I just learned that the most reasonable number of chapters to quickly travel through a world is 15 chapters, I......

I hope this world ends within 15 chapters (dreaming?)