reverse rescue

laboratory.

Gu Zhou leaned on one side of his forehead and sat on a chair. On the computer screen was a set of gene sequencing sequences. He seemed to see something that he didn't quite understand. In the end, he frowned slightly and froze.

There is a faint light and shadow flashing on the ceiling.

what time is it?when did i fall asleep

Gu Zhou opened his eyes tiredly, and found that he fell asleep at the table at some point. He stretched his stiff neck, and then got up to get a cup of coffee.

"Chuan'er, why don't you go back to sleep and listen to brother?"

A familiar voice came from behind, and Gu Zhou froze in place.

Am I still dreaming?

Gu Zhou turned around abruptly, and saw a ruffian figure sitting casually on a swivel chair by the wall in the laboratory, looking at him with a half-smile.

Seeing Gu Zhou turn around, the man touched his chin, and said, "Brother doesn't care about you, are you just ruining your body like this?"

Everything perfectly coincided with the memory, and in a trance, Gu Zhou said hesitantly: "Brother..."

When did you come back?

Bai Yue got up, bringing a light and shadow.

Gu Zhou came back from his trance all of a sudden, he rubbed the center of his brows, and said exhaustedly: "Director, change back, and you can't use Bai Yue's image and voice data without my permission in the future."

"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel Gu."

The light and shadow changed, and the ruffian Bai Yue turned back into a gentle face.

"But Lieutenant Colonel Gu, I need to remind you that your working hours in the last week have exceeded the normal value, and you need to rest."

Gu Zhou nodded casually: "I see."

He was holding the cup and was about to go out when he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Boss, what is Xiaoye doing?"

The director raised his hand, and not far away, another light and shadow appeared. Dr. Xiaoye was lying on the sofa in the activity room with a pillow in his arms, staring at the door of the elevator blinking, like a quilt Abandoned kitten.

The coffee cups were put back on the table, making a crisp crashing sound.

Gu Zhou sighed and said, "Director, turn off the lights, I'm going back."

The lights in the laboratory dimmed layer by layer, leaving only huge dormant shadows in the darkness and the flashes of computer monitors on the wall.

……

In this way, Gu Zhou once again lived a regular life from [-] to [-], no more and no less.

Every week, he would give himself a day off, bring Doctor Xiaoye with him, and transform the material screening room in the residential area into an audio-visual room, use it as a small movie theater, eat popcorn baked by the director, and watch movies with Xiaoye A movie before a catastrophe.

The training ground for one person is always very empty. Later, Gu Zhou simply dragged Dr. Xiao Ye together to start training together. The two of them ran around the huge training ground and became one person after running. After a while, it became two people again.

In the shooting range, Gu Zhou took out a new anti-seismic pistol, and patiently taught Dr. Xiaoye for a week, then killed him in the competition, and finally left gracefully, leaving only Doctor Xiaoye to fight against him. The director poured out bitter water.

He even learned to cook.It is no longer a simple fried steak, but a variety of home-cooked stir-fries and various dishes. Sometimes, Dr. Xiaoye will be invited to cook a hot pot together. The two of them ate hot and sweaty, and finally watched the housekeeping robot in a hurry. How to deal with a pot full of red oil.

In addition to these, Gu Zhou's daily work is to soak in the laboratory. In his words, although he said that vaccines and antibodies are far away, he does not believe that this is an unsolvable problem. There must be a kind of vaccine other than human embryonic cells method can work.

Everything is going on in a steady and orderly manner, just as time is advancing inexorably.

There is no dawn and sunset in the research institute, the weather is myriad, there is no day and night, and the stars change.The pale lights of incandescent lamps flicker on and off day after day, and sometimes people even forget what night it is and how time is slipping away.

Until one day, the director suddenly stopped Gu Zhou who was about to go back to his room after a day's work, and said, "Colonel Gu, tomorrow is New Year's Eve, do you need to prepare anything?"

Gu Zhou stopped suddenly.

He stood there for a long time, and then said in a hoarse voice, "Director, turn off the lights and don't talk."

All the lights in the corridor were extinguished, and they were shrouded in a thick darkness.

The eyes that were still under the bright light just now couldn't adapt to the sudden darkness immediately, and began to appear dizzy for a while, as if there were two huge vortexes in the darkness, sucking away all the light and attracting people's eyes.

Gu Zhou groped for a while, then sat down slowly while leaning on the wall.

In the dark, he hugged his knees with both hands and rested his chin on them, suddenly feeling a little dazed.

Brother, didn't you come back after the Chinese New Year?

Why don't you talk?

Don't you want to come back?

Did you forget that I'm still here waiting for you?

Everything is silent in the darkness, but if the darkness fills this corridor, then the corridor will no longer be empty and only he is alone.

Gu Zhou's back pressed against the metal wall, which made him a little uncomfortable.

After a long time, he finally supported the wall and stood up again, rubbed his numb legs, stood up unsteadily, and walked back in the dark.

The partition door between the two corridors slid open.

Snow-white lights rushed in instantly, like surging waves, swallowing the blackness in the corridor in a few mouthfuls.

Dr. Xiaoye stood by the door, bathed in the light. He put the ID card in his pocket, and seemed to be wondering why the door opened before he swiped the card.

Then Gu Zhou came out from the darkness on one side, with a casual expression on his face, rubbed Dr. Xiaoye's curly hair, then helped him take off his glasses, and wiped them casually with the corner of his clothes. Wipe it, put it back on again, and then said: "You have bad eyesight, wipe it off for you."

Doctor Xiaoye straightened his glasses, then looked into the door with some doubts, and asked doubtfully, "Brother Zhou, is the light broken? Why don't you turn on the light?"

Gu Zhou put his shoulders on his shoulders, turned him around, and said, "I wanted to scare you, why, come and see me now?"

Doctor Xiaoye smiled and said, "Brother Zhou, tomorrow is New Year's Eve, do we want to eat hot pot?"

There was a slight smile on the corner of Gu Zhou's mouth: "Okay, let's eat hot pot, but I don't know how the director will nag you this time."

Doctor Xiaoye: "This time I will do the dishes myself!"

The early morning of New Year's Eve.

Today, Gu Zhou ran to the laboratory without pinching his finger. He sat in the activity room and watched Xiaoye come in and out to paste the couplets and blessings written by himself on a few common doors, and then asked all of them for advice. After a long time, I finally ran to the door of the laboratory and pasted two printed out old door gods, claiming to be able to suppress the messy viruses or alien species inside.

Holding a cup of coffee, Gu Zhou watched Doctor Xiaoye disappear into the elevator, the smile on his face gradually faded, he sighed softly, and then said, "Director, is the satellite communication still not connected?"

The signal sent to the sign appeared on the display screen, and after a while, the director's voice sounded: "Sorry, Lieutenant Colonel Gu, I am temporarily unable to connect to any wireless communication."

Gu Zhou let out a low voice, and stopped talking.

Gu Zhou has long been familiar with the vegetable garden of the research institute. He ignored all the hard-core science popularization by the director about the harm of eating immature food to the human body along the way, and went straight into the vegetable garden, picking what he saw pleasing to the eye. , At the end, I didn’t forget to comfort the director who had sounded the alarm countless times, saying that he would definitely cook it in the hot pot.

The director was desperate for human memory and comprehension. He didn't know how many times he said: "Colonel Gu, the large amount of butter in the hot pot is very difficult for domestic robots to handle. It is likely to freeze and solidify in the sewer. It can cause clogging, or stick to the surface of the robot, causing rust, so I hope you can consider it carefully."

Gu Zhou violently tore off a half-green eggplant, and said, "It's mine if the sewer is blocked. Besides, Xiaoye volunteered to clean the dishes today. It's none of your business, so don't worry about it."

The director's argument was strongly refuted, and finally died down, ready to wait until the end of the hot pot to continue to observe.

Gu Zhou never felt that a day was so long. He emptied all the guns in the training room, picked out an old magazine and read it, and finally went to the laboratory to check the indicators of all the cultures. ... Then I suddenly realized that it was finally time for dinner.

In the huge restaurant, there were only two people sitting opposite each other at one end of one of the long tables. On the table was a brass-colored metal round basin. There were several buttons on the handle of the round basin, one of which was flashing red.

Dr. Xiaoye stared at the stuffy red oil that was not bubbling, and said, "Every time I use this pot to cook hot pot, I will starve to death, and I really want to steal the heating device from the laboratory."

Gu Zhou took out a bottle of red wine, and ordered the housekeeping robot next to him who was aggrieved to watch the pot of red oil to open it, then took out two goblets, poured half a glass into one, thought about it, and filled his own glass up.

Doctor Xiaoye had a terrible capacity for alcohol, so he took a small sip from the cup, and then stretched out his chopsticks to pick up vegetables.

The smell of chili has been lingering, covering the entire restaurant.

Gu Zhou suddenly felt that this pot of hot pot was extremely spicy, and he couldn't help coughing after taking two bites, until the tip of his nose and the corners of his eyes were red.

He raised his head and drank the red wine in the glass, and then said: "Xiaoye, this wine has been stored so much, it seems that it is the first time for us to drink it, and we will drink it often in the future. I will finish it for you, Brother Bai, and see him What else can I drink when I get back?"

It was obviously a threatening tone, but for some reason, Gu Zhou could hear a resentment from his words, he quickly shook his head, poured himself another glass, and said, "Xiaoye, come on, let We salute a bad year."

The two cups collided, making a crisp sound.

"Let's celebrate another brave and great year."

……

After dinner, both of them were a little drunk, so they said that the person who was going to wash the dishes didn't do it, and the person who said he was going to be responsible for the sewer was also not responsible. Put on a thick down jacket and went to the ground with Doctor Xiaoye.

The ground temperature is minus 78 degrees, and human beings can no longer survive on the ground at this temperature.

The temperature stabilized at this value more than 20 days ago, and it has not changed since then.

A circle of imaging glass panels outside the white building exited the bunker mode, and instead used all its energy to resist the severe cold, but even so, the temperature inside the white building was still only about minus [-] degrees, and every inch was frozen. It was covered with thick frost, and the air seemed to be covered with icicles. Every time I took a breath, I felt my lungs convulsed.

Gu Zhou asked the director to rummage in the warehouse for a long time, and finally found half a box of fireworks from an old warehouse.

At this time, in the large bedroom on the top floor of the white building, a blazing bonfire was burning in the fireplace, reflecting the airtight room in a warm yellow. But it is a thin layer of ice flowers.

Looking carefully along the heat source, we can actually find that the so-called bonfire in the fireplace is just a strip of red and yellow cloth flying in the wind, and further inside is an electric sensor, which is constantly emitting scorching heat. The cloth strips are somewhat of the style of night chats around the fire in the last century.

Dr. Xiaoye was nestled on the big bed in the bedroom, and was concentrating on watching last year's Spring Festival Gala projected on the wall. Inside, there was a lot of people and it was very lively, which made this place even more desolate.

For more than 40 days, they have almost exhausted everything they want to say and do, and they can't find any more interesting things to talk about for comfort.

Dr. Xiaoye dutifully played the role of a friend, without excessive and mandatory requirements to participate in Gu Zhou's entire life.

Gu Zhou is sitting in front of the huge French window, holding an unburned firework in his right hand. The firework is a thin metal rod, except for the place where he holds it, the rest of the place is covered with a gray-black substance. Gu Zhou When I was a child, I liked this kind of fireworks the most. They ignited like a burning star, emitting thin strips of fire, surrounding a small flame in the middle, gentle and delicate.

At the Spring Festival Gala, the host began to say the same closing words every year, waiting for the midnight bell to strike.

"We have gone through countless days and nights, just to reunite with our family today, to drink with friends tonight, to remove the old and welcome the new, day and night alternate, and we enter the new year with our loved ones."

Gu Zhou lit the firework in his hand, and that little flame illuminated his dark eyes.

The thin light danced around the flames, and Gu Zhou thought:

At this time, the magnolia should bloom.

The author has something to say:

Author: Many years later, when Bai Yue returned to the depths of the Gobi, through the transparent glass plate, he saw a snow-white figure standing in front of the white building, with his eyes closed, but he kept facing the direction he came from. He still held a half-burned firework in his hand.

Bai Yue: Don't stop me, I want to send the blade to the author!

Author, run away.

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