I thought my husband was dying

As soon as Zhou Yu got home, he checked the official website of the competition, but was told that "the relevant competition rules are under maintenance." After reading the comments below, he was also at a loss, so Zhou Yu closed the website.

Scratching his hair, he climbed out of bed and found the medicinal herbs needed in the third stage. After mashing them into juice, he began to study them. He put together the five containers containing different potions, and then tried to stretch out the tentacles.

With the previous experience of playing with water in class, Zhou Yu made Zhu Jin move first without too much difficulty, his eyes fixed on the light green water, which was lying in a transparent vessel, panting There were slight ripples, and it seemed to be tilted a little, but there was still no separation as Zhou Yu thought. Zhou Yu thought about it for a while, and had to settle for the next best thing. He took out a new vessel prepared in advance and put it in Zhu Jinhe's place. In the middle of Fengliu.

Controlling Zhu Jin again, he managed to let it fly into the air, hanging a few centimeters above the new container, only a little bit of potion, and occasionally sprinkled a little bit due to improper operation. Zhou Yu did it very hard, like topping Like a heavy boulder, he bit his lower lip, tried hard to separate a new strand of spiritual tentacles, and touched the Fengliu beside him. This move seemed to exhaust all his strength for him, his face turned pale, Sweating profusely, almost gritting his teeth, he lifted Feng Liu up little by little.

At this time, Zhou Yu couldn't even take care of his breathing. He stared at the two liquid medicines in front of him, and let them slowly contact and blend in the air. A little detail, watching them gradually merge into one in the air, and start to become round ---

"Ah Yu?" A voice suddenly came from behind him, Zhou Yu's heart skipped a beat, and then the potion in front of him suddenly parted, and fell back onto the table hard, the scattered potion even splashed into Zhou Yu's eyes.

Zhou Yu snorted, hurriedly stood up and took two steps back. Cyril behind him frowned and stepped forward to support him, looked at the mess on the table and said, "Did you get it in your eyes?"

"Well, it's okay, it will be fine in a while." Zhou Yu shook his hands, threw himself on the bed, buried his face in the pillow, and the redness on his face due to suffocation gradually faded away. After a long time, he raised his head and took a deep breath. He took a breath and opened his eyes.

That was indeed his limit just now, and it was too early to want to do something after learning this just now, especially when he finally retracted the tentacles, there was still a little pain.

Cyril lowered his head and glanced at the five plates on the table. His excellent memory and sense of smell had allowed him to distinguish a few of them. The light in his eyes turned for a long time, and he stood by the bed and lowered his head to look at Zhou Yu, " Didn't I tell you not to worry?"

"I want to try." Zhou Yu shook his head, closed his eyes and opened them again, and sat up again. The eye that was splashed with the liquid medicine was a little reddish, but he didn't seem to care, and looked at the table persistently. medicine bowl on.

Cyril was silent for a long while, then stretched out his hand to caress Zhou Yu's face, his voice sounded incomprehensible, "I will go to a distant planet for a while, and Mr. Chen will pick you up."

Zhou Yu's attention was pulled back, and his first reaction was, "Is there any danger?"

Xi Rui was a bit dumbfounded by his question, "No, I'm just going to investigate, and there are troops on the periphery to support."

"How long?"

"Up to seven days."

Only then did Zhou Yu loosen his frown, "Oh."

This expression completely amused Cyril, he looked a bit worried about the little guide before the sentry set off, so he couldn't help but lean down to kiss his brow, and said, "I will look for you every night, remember to go home on time. "

Zhou Yu didn't push him away, but shook his head lightly and said, "I'm going to visit Capital Star this week."

Thinking about it carefully, he has never been to the Capital Star since he came here. The farthest time he went was the plant factory.In the past, he didn't care about these things, but now that he is getting more and more integrated into this society, Zhou Yu feels that it is very necessary to go out and take a good look.

Cyril seemed to disapprove of it, the overprotectiveness and possessiveness of the sentries towards their guides was almost natural, and the sentry after the final marking was even more eager to pin the guides on their waistbands, so that Cyril almost wanted to Without even thinking about it, he expressed his thoughts, saying that he could wait for him to come back, or accompany Zhou Yu before leaving.

Of course Zhou Yu disagreed. He is not a woman in a feudal society, so he can't even go out?

The two stalemate for a long time, and finally compromised with each other. Cyril agreed that Zhou Yu should go out, but he had to bring the guards with him.

"I said, you are too sensitive. I will go out with a few friends. If it doesn't work, you can call Lin Feng together. Why do you look like you have been trampled on your tail?" Zhou Yu poked West with some laughter. It was the first time for Riel to recognize such a narrow-minded side of the other party.

Siril didn't speak for a moment, and it took a long time before he frowned and said, "Guides are usually..."

"Okay, stop," Zhou Yu gestured with his index finger up, as if he didn't want to continue this topic with him, "I promise, I will let you see someone every night, and make a deal?"

"...a deal, you have to be home before nine o'clock."

Zhou Yu raised his brows and didn't want to pay attention to him. He turned around to clean up the potions on the table, but behind him, Cyril counted and said, "Eight o'clock?"

Then with a "bang---", Cyril was shut outside the door.

The next day, the college was on holiday, and Zhou Yu went to the research institute early. Of course, it was sent by Cyril.

Zhou Yu laughed that he might as well put a tracker or something on him and forget it. Cyril sincerely used his expression to express that he had this intention very much, but Zhou Yu dismissed it with a blank stare.

Speaking of which, out of respect for Professor Witt, he chose to go half an hour earlier. This time was already an hour earlier than the morning class of the Guidance Academy, but when he stepped into the research institute, he found that there was no A little bit of "early morning", everyone is busy at their posts, typing documents or watching projections, and it doesn't look like they have taken a break at all.

Zhou Yu glanced at his Walter very suspiciously, and made sure that he had read the time correctly, so he sighed silently, and went in with the tourist permit given by Professor Witter.

After the license was authenticated, a robot came to lead him in. On the way, he passed Lin Feng's desk. The man was lying on the desk and sleeping soundly, with a bag of dried fish in his hand.

Zhou Yu paused, and felt that the bag of dried fish seemed familiar. Before he had time to think about it, he was led by the robot to the inner room, and he pushed the door in. Professor Witt was half lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. A pair of thin-rimmed glasses with a retro feel, raised his eyebrows when he saw Zhou Yu coming in, and then slowly stood up from the sofa.

His shirt and tie were casually worn, and his glasses disappeared with a flick of his hand when he got up.

holographic?

Zhou Yu blinked.

That's right, this place is many times more advanced than his time. Think about the extraordinary five senses of the supernatural beings. Professor Witt is a 5s-level guide, so his ability is definitely not short-sighted.

"It's so early," Dr. Witt yawned, walked to his desk and dialed an order, and then lay down in his chair full of water, almost sinking his whole body, but Those eyes were always sharp, like a resting eagle, "Have you had breakfast?"

"Eat," Zhou Yu nodded, and handed over the heat preservation box in his hand, "here."

Professor Witt raised his eyebrows, showing a satisfied look, but put the incubator aside, showing no intention of eating, pointed to the chair in front of him, and motioned Zhou Yu to sit down, "Before the food comes, let's talk about it first." Okay, do you have any questions?"

Zhou Yu sat down, looked suspiciously at the incubator that he hadn't moved, thought for a while and said, "I want to participate in the competition."

Professor Witt didn't seem surprised at all, "Reason?"

"I heard that the competition will be reformed?"

"Ah---" Professor Witt tilted his head and thought for a while, "It seems to be the case."

"If you want to reform, it means that it is not far from the second attack of the insect star, right?" Zhou Yu said seriously. The morning light came in through the window and fell on his soft side face, which looked soft but beautiful. Not weak and cowardly, on the contrary, with a trace of calmness, "I want Cyril to recover before then."

Witte raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Just because of this?"

Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes, "It's enough for me."

For Zhou Yu, these so-called guide skills are useless at all. At most, it is enough to get a mental shield that cannot be seen by others. At least Zhou Yu thought so in the past. If there is no such thing as Clinton, he will I would rather be an ordinary person, there are so many ordinary people in this galaxy, are they still alive?

Sometimes people have worked hard to a certain age, and when they look back, they always feel that their persistence back then was nothing more than that.

Thinking about his previous life, he worked hard all his life, got into a tertiary hospital, got a house, but had no one to share with him, endless operations, endless patients, and endless loneliness after returning home.

During that time, even Zhou Yu himself was confused, but he couldn't open his heart to anyone.

Zhou Yu didn't know when his father and his wife, whom he had never seen in his life, sent someone to do something to him, but when the incident happened, he actually had a way to escape. Although it was dangerous, there was still a way. The possibility of staying alive.However, he was sitting in the driver's seat, watching his car lose control, and he didn't show any resistance.

At that time, he seemed to be under a gu, thinking, assuming he died, would someone collect his body for him?

It's raining a lot during Ching Ming Festival, does anyone burn some paper for him?

Even his tombstone, who will erect it?

The overwhelming sense of loneliness made him finally let go of his hands and walked towards the judgment of fate without any struggle.

Then he turned around and here he was.

Zhou Yu felt that in another world, he might never be able to open his heart to others, but he was indeed not interested in fame, wealth or status.

"Young man," Professor Witt stared at Zhou Yu with his dark green eyes, as if he hated iron and steel, "Do you want to be the best guide in the empire?"

Assuming that would help Cyril's condition, Zhou Yu nodded without hesitation.

He didn't care about many things, just a few things in total.

Professor Witt saw through his thoughts almost at a glance, his sharp eyebrows frowned, and he turned the pen in front of his eyes and said, "You know, it is difficult for a person with a weak will to become an excellent guide."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Zhou Yu, and found that the latter had almost no expression on his face. Under the sunlight, his face, which had looked immature before, now showed a bit of determination.

Professor Witt then withdrew his hand, tilted his head back slightly, and said after a while, "Let me ask you another question. There is no third choice for the safety of Cyril and the objects that are related to the life and death of the entire empire. It is critical." Now, which one do you choose?"

"Syril." Zhou Yu almost didn't think about it.

With a raised eyebrow, Professor Witt raised his lips slightly and said, "I am the chief guide of the empire, and also the chief mech caster. No matter how I think about it, I work for the empire. You are so straightforward, are you afraid that I will regret not teaching you?"

Zhou Yu shrugged, "You see, my spiritual realm is easy to grasp. Instead of lying to let you see through it, it's better to tell the truth. I'm different from Cyril, I don't put the country first."

"Because you have no feelings for this country?" Professor Witt has also read Zhou Yu's information more or less. A teenager who has been imprisoned for six full years has no feelings for the country. .

"No, in fact, I already have a lot of people who care about me." Zhou Yu spread his hands and said.

"Then why choose Cyril?" Professor Witt said with great interest, "You know, for things that are related to the life and death of the entire empire, choosing the latter can save far more than the former."

"It's just the quantity, the quality is completely different. Apart from me, there are thousands of people in the empire, and Cyril has only me." Zhou Yu smiled softly and calmly, "Professor Witt, Assuming that Cyril maintains the status quo and the energy core can never be restored, he is no longer that glamorous imperial hero, and sooner or later he will be abandoned by the military and the country, right?"

But he won't, he doesn't care about it at all.

Professor Witt's eyes flashed, and he wanted to ask subconsciously, if that's the case, why did you help Cyril recover?

But after thinking about it, what is the thing that Cyril most wants to do, I am afraid there is no need to ask again.

Professor Witt nodded and made a helpless expression, "Cyril is really lucky, okay, I'll go out and get your things in, just wait a while."

As Professor Witt said, he smiled just right at Zhou Yu, then got up and walked out.

No matter what this person does, he looks lazy, but he never gives people a feeling of slowness. Every move looks very elegant. In fact, this is a professor who looks very comfortable. Not stubborn, not arrogant, well-behaved, to the point.

Oh, and he took the thermal box with him when he left.

Zhou Yu propped his head on one hand and smiled slightly.

About 10 minutes later, Professor Witt came back, hooked his fingers at Zhou Yu, and motioned for the latter to follow.

Prior to this, Zhou Yu had always thought that Professor Witt would show him some high-tech, or some analytical theory about guides, but no matter what, he never thought that he would directly bring himself into-- -prison.

Yes, it may look a lot more advanced than in the 21st century. The house he spent all his savings in those years may not look as advanced as here, but it still doesn't change the fact that this is a prison.

Professor Witt took him all the way to the innermost room and told him what he was going to do today.

According to her, there is a place on the far planet similar to the Coordinator prison, where the outermost residents affected by the insect poisoning, that is, the most poisoned group, were once contained.

Then it was divided according to the depth of the poisoning, because most of those people did not live long, so the balancer once performed very... Cruel treatment.

Professor Witt skipped this point, but Zhou Yu can roughly imagine it.

It is said that among the first batch of nearly 10 people who were most poisoned, only one survived. The rescue method and treatment method used up a lot of manpower and materials in the empire. It is said that when he was rescued, he was only infected. , and even killed balancers, there are hundreds or even thousands.

If it were changed to the past, Zhou Yu would be very incomprehensible.

But thinking about it now, it makes sense.

Out of the tens of thousands of people, only one survived, what a precious experimental case, not to mention that for the empire, they have nothing to do with the insect poison, and they are willing to do anything to keep such a chromosome.

"What about the dye body?" Zhou Yu sighed silently for a while and asked.

"Dead." Professor Witt said, and after a "beep---", he pushed open the last door. The sound echoed in the silent corridor, making Zhou Yu tremble and goosebumps everywhere.

It's really not a safe place to be.

Zhou Yu thought.

He has seen many dead people, but many times, the living people are much scarier than the dead.

He suddenly stopped and looked around. The people in the cell were silent, creating an atmosphere of silence.But this weird atmosphere seems to be brewing something to explode, which makes people shudder.

"Come in." Professor Witt beckoned to Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu walked in. This was the innermost prison cell on this road. It was so dark that it made people uncomfortable. Zhou Yu moved a little closer, and the air was filled with shade and...the smell of blood.

"Bang ---" sounded in Zhou Yu's ears, and Zhou Yu almost cried out in fright. Professor Witt pulled his back collar to the direction of the wall. Professor Te said, "Long time no see, No. [-]."

Zhou Yu leaned against the wall, and now he got used to the light inside, and then a cold sweat broke out from behind him.

I saw a man sitting inside, with a strange smile and abnormally staring eyes. It seemed that he had thrown himself on the railing just now, and his hands were peeled off by the shock, but he didn't seem to feel anything.There are all kinds of cipher text written on his back, and all of them are written in blood.

There was a grunting sound from the corner. Zhou Yu looked along and found that there seemed to be a pile of...animals, their skins were ripped apart, and they were disembowelled by something. Some of their eyes were still blinking, accompanied by the man's strange smile. , and the room was cold, Zhou Yu silently approached the wall.

"I told you my name is Carls, Professor Witt, your memory is really bad." The man stretched out his hand and scratched the side of his face, not aware of the blood stains left by his hand, and smiled in a low voice, he There was a dark green halo hanging on the raised hand, and the other one fell behind, not knowing what it was doing, but after a while, there was a "click-click" sound.

This kind of sound combined with the picture in the room, like some kind of invisible oppression, made Zhou Yu stick to the ground even tighter, his wide eyes met the bloody eyes of the man in the darkness, as if he could see through Those eyes, seeing something... something unreal.

Farther away, in the wilderness, there are no living people, dead bodies everywhere, horrific deaths, and even solitary limbs. People wearing anti-bacterial suits stepped over these as if they could not see them, and then lifted the living people on the ground.

Some of them had their limbs bitten off, some were mutilated, and even a large piece of flesh was bitten off their abdomen.

Everyone's eyes are full of despair and fear.

The fear and despair were so thick, so thick that he saw Cyril's face.

He choked for breath, suddenly yelled, then turned around and ran away, but the coldness in the prison clung to him, men's, other prisoners' eerie laughter came from behind, from small to large, from far to near , right next to his ear, clearly audible.

Zhou Yu just felt that his whole body was spinning, he couldn't see anything clearly, he couldn't feel anything, he only knew how to run.

Run, run, don't look back!

A sharp voice passed by his ears, almost piercing his eardrums, like a woman's desperate scream.

After bumping into something, Zhou Yu immediately yelled frantically as if his tail had been stepped on, until he was hugged into his arms by the man in front of him.

Familiar temperature, familiar body, Zhou Yu's head was buried on his chest, and it took a long time for his trembling body to stop, and he closed his eyes tremblingly.

"Spiritual suggestion." Professor Witt followed behind him, looking at the uncertain Cyril in front of him.

Cyril hugged the trembling man tightly in his arms, raised his face and said in displeasure, "The method you used is too exciting---"

"It's what he said, if you want to go faster, primitive fear is the fastest way." Professor Witt closed the door behind him, "Kars's wizard ability is mediocre, but he is very good at mental suggestion. It can be used as usual after the mental shackles are removed, although the power is greatly reduced, but your little guide can't stand it anymore."

Xi Ruier was silent for a long time before saying, "I don't accept this method, Zhou Yu doesn't need it."

After finishing speaking, he picked up Zhou Yu and turned around to leave. Zhou Yu was buried in the hollow of his shoulder, his hands were tightly clutching his clothes, his sweat-wet hair fell to the side of his face, and he looked very weak.

"It's not up to you to decide," Witt leaned against the wall behind him and shrugged, "Cyril, let me remind you that your little guide runs counter to your ideas, and excessive protection is harmful to you. There is no benefit between the two."

Xi Ruier did not speak, turned his head and kissed Zhou Yu, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

He first received a report from the military department, saying that when Professor Witt interrogated prisoners from distant planets, he guessed what he was going to do, and almost without thinking, he left all the work in hand and rushed over.

Putting Zhou Yu on the suspension car, he lowered his head and kissed his watery eyes, and said in a rare and gentle voice, "Let's go home."

Zhou Yu's hands suddenly grasped his collar, "...don't go back."

Cyril paused and said almost inconceivably, "Don't you still want to..."

Zhou Yu nodded, his gaze was firm, but it stood out on his bloodless face, "Escaping won't solve the problem."

Xi Ruier frowned at Zhou Yu's eyes. He didn't like seeing Zhou Yu weak, so he said forcefully, "Your body can't accept this, so come back with me."

However, Zhou Yu suddenly stretched out his hands to him, and said in a trembling voice, "Hold me."

Zhou Yu's gaze was almost pleading, and in the next second, he was hugged tightly by Cyril. Zhou Yu also hugged the other's strong shoulders with all his strength, as if wanting to put his own flesh and blood into his arms. As if rubbing it in, he leaned on Cyril's shoulder, smelling the smell emanating from his body, and gently closed his eyes.

He was really scared, and he didn't want to learn this damn thing at all, but that Cyril's face at the end confirmed his fear, telling him that he had no way out.He didn't want Cyril to save the world and be a national hero, but every time he had this thought, he would think of the eyes and words that Cyril had said when he rushed towards the queen bee.

May the empire forge armor and destroy weapons, and the world will be peaceful and prosperous.

That is the wish he wants to achieve even if he dies.

Zhou Yu buried his head into Cyril's shoulder, bit his mouth as if venting, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Let's go back."

Professor Witt leaned against the wall at the end of the corridor without moving away. When he heard the sound, he slightly curled the corners of his lips and opened his eyes to look.

I saw Zhou Yu walking in front. He was wearing Cyril's military uniform jacket, and he seemed to have calmed down his emotions. There was a firmness that did not belong to his age on that young face, even stubbornness.And Cyril walked behind him, looking like a loyal and powerful guardian.

"You should have told me in advance." Cyril said coldly when passing Professor Witt.

Professor Witt smiled, "Then Zhou Yu may never be able to come here."

Then, under Cyril's gaze, he led Zhou Yu into the room again.