glory [rebirth]

The next day Mu Qingtong was woken up by urinating.

The brightness in the room was already very dazzling, and there were bursts of slogans outside.

He moved his body uncomfortably, but then there was a pain in the back of his hand. He raised his hand to look suspiciously, and found that there were three needle holes in both hands, and the surrounding areas had turned blue.

This is obviously the imprint left by the infusion.

Mu Qingtong let out a long breath, his head was still a little groggy, his limbs were limp and weak, but the fever had subsided.

Jiang Yao took him to the hospital in the middle of the night last night?He has no impression at all...

Oh no, Mu Qingtong kept complaining, he didn't know how many bottles of water he had taken before, and now his bladder was about to explode.

After solving his physical problems, he slowly walked back to the bed and sat down. After a while, his mind was completely clear. He couldn't remember exactly what happened last night for a while.Moving his eyes to the table, he found a glass of water on it, and a white paper on the bottom of the glass with the words prescription written on it.

The top of the water glass is full of condensed water droplets, probably the boiling water that was poured before has become cold because it has not been touched for a long time.

Mu Qingtong moved the water glass away and pulled out the list below.

It clearly stated that I had to continue to infuse fluids to stabilize the effect of the medicine tonight, and the printing time displayed in the lower left corner of the form was 11:40 last night.

He subconsciously checked the time.

【13:24】

That means he slept for almost 14 hours.

I don't know if I asked for leave for today's training, shouldn't I be deducted points?Mu Qingtong was a little worried.

He was about to send a message to his classmates to ask about the situation, but it showed three unread messages, all from Damian.

[Damian: Lyle said you didn't go to the playground this morning, what's going on? 】【Damian: Have you resolved the matter with Xiaoba? 】

【Damian: Oh, so you are sick, how pitiful.Someone asked you for leave. You look serious. I don't have class in the afternoon. I'm here to see you. 】Who asked me for leave, Jiang Yao?No one except Jiang Yao knew that he was so ill.

At this time, he suddenly realized one thing - it was lunch break, but Jiang Yao was not in the dormitory.

Where will he go?

Mu Qingtong patted his dizzy head and felt very hungry after working for a long time.

It seems that there are milk biscuits in the drawer?Looks like it's the last pack...

He opened the drawer to find the box of biscuits, took out a piece and took a bite, the familiar milky aroma would spread in his mouth, but this time it was a bit bitter and tasteless, and it was so dry that it was completely gone. Feel.

Mu Qingtong took the glass of cold water, took a sip, and swallowed the remaining biscuits bit by bit.

Since he hadn't eaten for a long time, he felt full in his stomach after eating less than four slices.Then he patted the crumbs in his hand, propped himself on the edge of the bed and stood up.

During the lunch break, Jiang Yao was rarely not in the dormitory, which made Mu Qingtong very uncomfortable, surrounded by white walls, it looked empty.

The window was open, and the pot of prickly pear was bathed in sunlight, and the yellow color on the top was dazzling.Although the temperature was high, Mu Qingtong's back was a little cold. He put on a coat and walked to the window, leaning his head on the window sill.

The poor green area in the military academy was not enough to eliminate the hot air, and every time he took a breath, he felt like his nasal cavity was about to burn.

The slogans of training outside can be heard endlessly, but I don't know if it is too far away. When it reaches his ears, there is always an unreal illusion, as if he and them are in two worlds.

After standing quietly for a while, sporadic scenes of the confrontation between him and Jiang Yao popped up last night.

His burn last night was so high that now there are only a few fragments of memory, and he can't piece together the complete truth.

When he woke up at home a year ago, he found that it wasn't his own body, but another Mu Qingtong's memory was transplanted into him?

But why is it such a coincidence that he and another Mu Qingtong have the same appearance and name?

So who is he now?

Is it Mu Qingtong, the test subject, or Mu Qingtong, an agent of Country B's National Security Bureau?

Mu Qingtong covered his face, and his brain hurt suddenly. He suspected that everything in this world was his imagination, but now he told him that he was the heretic in this world.

Not only Jiang Yao, everyone's deception makes him extremely chilling, he seems to be living in the world of Truman, he is trying to dig out the truth, but he doesn't know that his every move will be recorded as a research result important part of the report.

He stood there for a long time and didn't see Jiang Yao coming back. Feeling bored and anxious, he picked up the communicator and sent a message.

【Mu Qingtong: Where are you now? 】

After posting it, it seemed that it was not appropriate, so I made up a post.

【Thank you for taking me to the doctor...】

But before the information was edited, he heard a vibration reminder in the dormitory.

Mu Qingtong's fingers froze on the screen and typed a series of repeated y letters. After regaining consciousness, he laughed at himself and deleted all the words he just typed.

Jiang Yao didn't bring the communicator out at all.

He only had Jiang Yao's contact method, and after being cut off unilaterally, he couldn't find another way to contact him.

Mu Qingtong thought for a while, and sent another message to Schwartz.

[Mu Qingtong: His Highness Jiang Yao didn't bring the communicator out, I have something urgent for him, please help me. 】Jiang Yao is not in the dormitory, and he can't be contacted for the time being. Next, he can only confront Luo Sen...

Just as he was about to go out, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Is it Damian?

Mu Qingtong quickly checked the whole room, then rushed to his bed, deliberately with a strong nasal voice, pretending to be woken up, and asked: "Who is it?"

"It's me, little Mumu." The voice outside the door rose at the end, rippling very characteristically.

Mu Qingtong replied with a drawn out voice: "Wait, I just woke up..."

He dragged the slippers not far away, stepped on them, and dragged them for a certain distance with his heels every time he took a step, making obvious noises.

Before opening the door, Mu Qingtong grabbed a few handfuls of her own hair, turning the already neat hairstyle into a bird's nest, then rubbed her eyes desperately a few times, making the whites of the eyes covered with red blood.

After silently saying "one, two, three" in his heart, he opened the doorknob.

Before Mu Qingtong could speak, Damian said, "My God, why are you so sick, little Mu Mu?"

Mu Qingtong smiled and said, "No big problem. I'm much better after the fluid transfusion last night, but I don't have much energy..."

"You should go back and lie down." Damian stretched out his hand to grab Mu Qingtong's arm.

Mu Qingtong was limp all over, allowing him to drag her back to the bed.

Damian saw the unfinished bag of milk biscuits on the table, frowned and asked, "You eat this at noon?"

Mu Qingtong scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I don't have much appetite when I'm sick, and I don't really want to go out to buy food."

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot that your roommate is the plague god..." Damian cursed, then glanced behind him, and asked, "Why don't I buy something now, and you can eat this today How?"

"No, thank you." Mu Qingtong politely refused. Although he was indeed hungry again, whenever he thought about food, he felt a little queasy. "I'm much better now. If I want to eat, I'll go and buy it myself."

"Oh." Damian didn't force it, just took a piece of biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth, "It tastes good."

Mu Qingtong: "..."

After Damian finished eating one piece, he took the whole package in his hand, took out another piece and took a bite, and said, "Why did you suddenly become so ill? I heard from you yesterday..."

"..." Mu Qingtong's eyes were fixed on the package of milk biscuits, and he wondered why he was still eating, what would he eat in the afternoon after eating?I have to change clothes and run down to buy food... Tsk.

Damian didn't pay attention to Mu Qingtong's expression at all. He just paused, chewed the biscuit, and continued: "Lyle told me that you don't look right, but I didn't expect to be so sick. How did you do it? ?”

"I don't know too well, maybe it's viral, otherwise it's impossible to burn so high all of a sudden..." Mu Qingtong replied.

"Oh, then you should pay more attention to your body. You are so thin." Damian clapped his hands and finally put the biscuit back.

Mu Qingtong was actually not a talkative person, and Damian didn't seem to find a suitable topic for a while, and the two fell into a strange silence.

He sat on the chair beside the bed for a long time, looked around the house, and gradually put away his usual hippie smile.

Mu Qingtong stared at Damian's face, not letting go of such details, his heart beat suddenly, and he watched him quietly.

After a while, Damian broke the deadlock: "I have a few questions for you."

"What?" Mu Qingtong tried his best to keep calm on the surface. He looked at the cactus on the windowsill. The window was open at this time, and all the conversations between him and Damian would be recorded.

Damian crossed his legs, rubbed his chin back and forth slowly and gently with his fingers, and said slowly: "Schwartz doesn't know how to play online games at all, and he has such a personality that even if I say a few colored words, I will blush." , why would I give you the title of 'The wind is blowing and chirping so cool'."

The tension in Mu Qingtong's heart seemed to burst through his chest at that moment, but he missed this point after all his calculations, and this is also the most fatal, the reason he made up just now has such a big loophole...

"For more than a year since I entered school, your roommate, my classmate, Lu Sien, he has not had a single friend in this school, and his former roommates have not even gotten along with him for more than a week. He has never bothered to attend In class activities, I hardly saw him in the boxing gym, but he stood up for you that day. You should know the consequences of breaking discipline for students in class A, and he would actually carry you all the way to the hospital in the middle of the night. The contrast is really good Kind of big, isn't it?"

"Generally speaking, freshmen have no chance to contact the school's leaders unless they have a strong background, but as a non-special student, you have gone to the administrative building at least twice, and both are on the third floor. If I remember correctly, That row appears to be the offices of school leaders."

Mu Qingtong: "..."

"That is to say, not only did you know the person in charge of the security monitoring center of the military academy before, but you also knew a certain high-level leader, and made Lu Sien treat you differently..." Damian leaned forward and moved closer to Mu Qingtong. , asked softly, "So, who are you?"

"Your Majesty, the laboratory is about to explode..."

Before the words fell, Jiang Yao had already seen the huge machine in front of him jump out of sparks, and the gravity system of the entire laboratory was changed in an instant. He was suddenly pulled towards the wall, and then fell to the ceiling. The huge momentum made him spray Out of a mouthful of blood.

"Your Majesty!" the elderly professor screamed in despair.

Before Jiang Yao could answer in the future, sporadic sparks were ignited in an instant, and time seemed to stand still at that moment. He watched himself being swallowed by the explosion.

After the flame spread, a rotating small black hole was formed at the location of the machine. Everything around him, including his own body, was being torn apart, twisted, and then reshaped at an extremely fast speed...

"Your Highness, wake up, it's already here." The butler gently pushed Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao woke up, the scene in the dream just now seemed to be still in front of him, he frowned and held his forehead, and said after a while: "Let's go."