The invulnerability of fast wear

Song Wei is a woman who looks careless, but is actually very strong.

When she came to the interview, she sat in a bold and unrestrained posture, her legs were spread apart, her hands were on her knees, and although her back was slightly arched, she could see the vigilance and vigilance hidden under the denim jacket. She had beautiful peach blossom eyes, I don’t know Is it because of myopia? She squints her eyes habitually when she looks at people and things, and she looks a little contemptuous when she looks up.

His eyes inadvertently passed the bracelet on the woman's left wrist. The bracelet looked black, like an ordinary sports bracelet, but Wu Xie knew that the black layer was specially painted by Song Wei. The jade bracelet, a magical prop that can only open up the cultivation space, is Song Wei's golden finger - and also his customs clearance task.

"Passed, let's go."

Wu Xie scratched the paper, gathered the materials on the table, and nodded to her. Song Wei got up and gave him a meaningful look before leaving.

Wu Xie watched her leave expressionlessly. Not long after, Wu Tong knocked on the door and came in, looking not in a good mood. After receiving the information that the man gave her, his expression became even worse after only reading the last page. Worse.

"These people are temporarily assigned to the independent laboratory. You can arrange the schedule as you like. Take it with you for a while. When the work of finding the lead compound is stabilized, they will be very useful." Wu Xie patted her on the shoulder, "During this time, You have to work hard."

Wu Tong immediately lowered his head with the information in his arms, excited about the contact with the teacher:

"It's not hard, the teacher will go to work first... By the way, the situation of 'Sweet Potato' has stabilized. Do you want to see the experimental plan..."

"I'll go and have a look." The man paused, "If there's nothing wrong, then continue."

"is teacher."

Looking at the back of the teacher leaving, Wu Tong covered the place where she was photographed and laughed secretly. However, thinking of the woman who walked foolishly and almost bumped into her as soon as she came out, she couldn't help but lowered her glasses. Show a gloomy expression.

Song Wei...

I want to see how special the teacher is to you.

The boy with black hair sits in the buffer zone of the isolation room to eat. There is a separate small space here. Since the food cannot be sterilized, he must be sterilized every time after eating, three times a day. No, it's just that today is a little bit special.

He "heard" the man's footsteps, and he paused outside the door one by one, followed by the prompt sound of swiping the card, and the tip of the crutch regularly knocked on the floor, making a rattling sound, and the man walked near the office area—— It should be looking at the latest physical data of his test subject.

Then, the man began to ask about his performance, and after receiving no abnormal answer, the footsteps approached.

The young man subconsciously clenched the white spoon in his hand, took a sip of water to suppress his gradually tense emotions, and then, the observation window of the buffer zone was blocked by a shadow, the man bent down to look at him, his dark and bright eyes stared at him silently and persistently After a while, he turned and left.

While relaxing all over the body, the young man felt a sense of loss, and was about to habitually "see" what the other party was doing, when he clearly "heard" the man's slightly cold voice:

"Give me a copy of his meal list."

The researcher quickly brought a form, and the teenager looked out of the buffer zone while eating. His eyes easily crossed the obstacle and landed on the man, and he couldn't help stuffing a few more mouthfuls of food into his mouth—the man didn't know I was being coveted by others, so I turned the weekly meal list from beginning to end very seriously, then closed the list with a clatter, tapped on the list with my fingers, and said something that shocked everyone's jaws:

"In the future, my three meals will also follow this table. Please remember it and report it to Wu Tong later, so that she will remember to remind me."

"Wu... Dr. Wu... this..." The person next to him seemed to want to dissuade him, but he couldn't speak, "This... this is not good."

"What's wrong." Wu Xie raised his eyes to look at the other party. Although his eyes were cold, there was an indescribable coercion from the superior, "It's just right, I haven't eaten yet, so if you have more, take one. I will work here in the afternoon."

Yan Song's spoon fell directly into the rice bowl, but luckily he caught it in time, which didn't cause much noise. Even so, he was still shocked by Wu Xie's sudden decision, his eyes seemed to grow on the other side. He couldn't pull it off for a moment, and stared blankly at the researchers who ran out to prepare the meal in fear, and then brought them in to take apart the chopsticks. The man frowned slightly at this, obviously thinking that these people were too careful, but he still picked up Chopsticks bow their heads to eat.

The raised brows of the man actually had a serious charm. He sat very upright, perhaps because he had served in the army, and he carried a kind of restraint that belonged to a soldier in his gestures and gestures.

His normally expressionless face became more lively when he was eating, and the way his cheeks bulged did not match his overly upright temperament, but it was because of this that people felt a little contrastingly cute—the boy was biting the spoon Jian watched with a blank expression, but his heart was full of curiosity about this person, and his disgust and good feelings were mixed. He watched the other person doing the same thing as himself at the same time. This feeling was very fresh...but not bad .

Wu Xie ate in silence, not thinking too much about it. He just planned to study himself as a test product. The first step must be to align with the diet of the test product. As for sterility...he has not yet figured out how to treat himself Go in the isolation suit and do what you can do first.

At this moment, a small bell rang in the buffer zone, and immediately a researcher put on protective clothing and entered the sterile laboratory, brought out Yan Song's dinner plate, and then saw a burst of white mist rising from the disinfection area , Waiting for Wu Xie to put down his chopsticks, the boy was sent back to the sterile laboratory. The snow-white light reflected his almost transparent white skin. Facing Wu Xie who appeared in the office area, he seemed very interested, which was extremely rare. He knocked on the thickened glass plate in front of him, and opened his mouth to say something to him.

Because of the isolation, the people outside and the people inside can't actually hear each other's voices. For example, as an ordinary person, Wu Xie can only see the slightly vibrating throat and mouth shape of the young man. Talking, so someone brought a headset, adjusted the sound, and then clearly heard the other party say:

"I want candy."

The tone was soft and waxy, as if he was being coquettish - no wonder the monitoring researchers showed a look of embarrassment, Rory couldn't understand such a short sentence for a long time.

Wu Xie sat still on the mountain for a while, seeing the young man repeating this sentence tirelessly, finally sighed in his heart, held the mic by his lips, and asked in a low voice:

"Where's the nutritionist with the meal chart?"

The nutritionist arrived soon led by other researchers. Wu Xie took time to glance at the boy on the way, only to see that he breathed out a mouthful of mist on the glass plate expressionlessly, and drew a [^q^] expression In the above, Wu Xie has nothing to say about the teenager's behavior like a kindergarten child.

Turning his head and handing over the meal list, he asked:

"How much sugar can 'Sweet Potato' consume? Can I feed him sugar?"

The nutritionist took the meal list, checked it carefully and suggested:

"It's okay to feed sugar. In the case of 'sweet potatoes', a moderate intake of sugar will not have any effect on his body. He can eat fudge or low-sugar chocolate with a relatively low sugar content. Desserts are arranged to be eaten after lunch, as a calorie supplement." The nutritionist picked up the pen, "In this way... I staggered the original sugar foods and moved them to desserts, what does Dr. Wu think?"

Wu Xie nodded:

"It's troublesome."

So after the meal, the dessert was selected by the nutritionist, and it was two candies. The moment the researcher spread the candy and handed it to Dr. Wu, his heart was complicated. Seeing that the other party actually chose a strawberry flavored one, the mood was even more complicated. up.

The remaining orange-flavored candy was put on protective clothing by the researcher and sent to Yan Song inside. The teenager who ate the fudge was obviously in a good mood, and seemed to be humming a song in his heart. Hearing any sound, he could only see the boy's head moving little by little, probably following the rhythm.

After crumpling the tinfoil package, Wu Xie took off the headset and decided to get down to business.

He said that he would work here in the afternoon, and other team members who followed up the anti-virus project would come to the independent laboratory for a meeting—anyway, everyone was an old man who had squatted in a ruined pit and discussed the prototype of the project. There was no objection in the conference venue, they focused on the project itself, and today's topic is still the screening of active compounds.

Just yesterday, they accidentally obtained a compound with very good activity on the target C target, and in this compound, there is actually Wu Xie's blood sample. Of course, he did not disclose this, he only expressed his desire to Study this sample and perform a substitution analysis on the sample content to find other compounds for it that can be substituted.

When other people said "Why can't the original compound material be used", Wu Xie, who had already prepared the draft in his heart, crossed out the equation on the paper, shook his head pretendingly and said:

"The compound is extracted from 'sweet potato', which is very small. As a disease-resistant drug, it cannot be mass-produced. We must find a substitute."

someone said:

"Should we restart the black hole project..."

"Why restart." Wu Xie said coldly, "You don't know how much manpower and material resources have been invested in the black hole project so far, but has anyone succeeded besides 'Sweet Potato'? No. Even if there is, it can't reach batches." The level of supply—if this is the case, what is the use of researching anti-disease drugs, the base’s strategic goals cannot be achieved at all, and the universal plan cannot be discussed.”

Wu Tong sitting on his right was the first to nod, she said:

"Ms. Wu is right. The research on disease-resistant substances is not for the few people, but for the majority of people. It is unrealistic to rely solely on 'sweet potato' as an experimental product to supply compounds. We must find alternatives. Now that With a direction, at least it is much better than blindly analyzing thousands of compounds in the same way."

The others nodded after listening, so Wu Xie turned on the projector and began to talk about the preliminary analysis of the new compound. Everyone gradually discussed, and the more they chatted, the more they felt that they saw the dawn, and the atmosphere gradually became warmer. Smiling unconsciously, he saw that Yan Song was standing in front of the glass panel. Although he was still stern, he looked at him with innocent and curious eyes. He was holding a silver candy paper in his hand, which he had folded into a thousand paper cranes.

Wu Xie never knew that teenagers had such a hobby.

But he quickly pulled his mind back to the meeting, saying that he had stored the compound samples in the freezer of the cell laboratory, and each group could only take one copy. After the analysis, each group submitted observation reports and experimental ideas to him for a week Time to think about it, and come back to the meeting after there is a basis for discussion.

The crowd dispersed, only Wu Tong was left asking Wu Xie how to extract the compound, Wu Xie said a few perfunctory words, and saw the young man began to talk to him persistently, this time he didn't wear the headset again, directly Ask the listener:

"What is he saying?"

The listener showed a blank expression and replied:

"He said 'not...me'?"

Wu Xie's heart suddenly jumped, he glanced coldly at the young man, limped and walked up to him, and faced him again through the glass, the young man opened his eyes slightly, not hiding the greed and desire hidden inside, like When a person thirsty for water meets a clear spring, he just wants to rush over without any restraint or cover.

Wu Xie said:

"Can you say that again."

It was only at this time that the young man seemed to notice something, he suddenly avoided his sight, took a few steps back, quickly ran to the corner to hug himself, and stopped talking.

Wu Xie stared at him, seeing that the other party refused to communicate at all, the doubts he had accumulated these days gradually had a vague explanation, but the monitors and Wu Tong were quite confused about the behavior of their leader, and did not know that he suddenly What is the purpose of running to "Sweet Potato" to talk, obviously the sound from outside can't be heard without a dedicated headset.

"Teacher?" Wu Tong reminded cautiously.

Wu Xie took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and returned to his usual appearance, whispering:

"Nothing, let's go."

The young man finally looked up after the man turned around, and the paper crane in his palm had melted into a piece of silver tin, shining between his fingers.

他 说:

"Why lie to them?"

The listener seemed to be deaf and whispered to his colleagues next to him. In his view, the test subject was just talking to itself silently. Anyway, as long as the body is in normal condition, he doesn’t need to take care of it.

"It's so annoying here, father." The boy looked at the back of the man who didn't turn his head, and said in a lonely tone, "When will you take me out..."

Just like two years ago, in the hail of guns and bullets, picked me up from the blood and led me to kill the blue of dawn.

I miss your breath, your hug, your warmth, and... the smell of your blood.

Can I like you?

Or, would it be better to try and kill you.