not heavy

Meng Buzhong took a deep breath: "Let me try again."

He touched Zhou Xi's skin, lowered his head, and tried his best to see his left chest clearly.

This feeling is very strange, they just met not long ago, but his fingers passed through the man's ribs, touched his blood vessels, and reached the "negative distance" on the physiological level.This kind of trust confused Meng Buzhong, and also made him faintly excited.His movements were very gentle, and he even involuntarily brought a comforting touch.

"Currently, I have no consciousness in this area." Zhou Xi reminded lightly.

"Ah, I know." Meng Buzhong raised his head and smiled, "I just want you and me to relax."

"I..." Zhou Xi wanted to say that he didn't need it, but seeing Meng Buzhong's slightly trembling hands, he asked instead, "What are you going to do?"

"I have the ability of gravity, I can control objects with small weight, and I can try to take out that part."

"Okay, I'm sorry." Zhou Xi remained calm, as if he didn't care about his lungs.

Meng Buzhong moved a rib down with his fingers, and his eyes were almost attached to Zhou Xi's bones: "Why do you trust me so much?"

Zhou Xi asked back: "The reason why you hurt me?"

Meng Buzhong carefully distinguished those intricate parts: "That's right, you bionics have rational thinking, and you won't suspect groundless things."

Zhou Xi let out a "hmm".He felt a little strange, although all the sensory components on the left chest had been closed, but his ribs were a little itchy, so he couldn't help but look down.

Is it this human's eyelashes?

Really, a little itchy.

Comparing with the structure diagram of the lungs, Meng Buzhong condensed the abilities to his fingertips.

He recalled the weight when he picked up the part before, and made a small stroke, and heard a very slight sound of metal collision.

"I found it!" Meng Buzhong said excitedly, and patted Zhou Xi's chest again, "Be patient, it will be fine soon."

"..." Zhou Xi no longer wanted to emphasize the fact that he was unconscious.

Meng Buzhong controlled the triangular part, avoided the fine blood vessels, muscles and bones, and moved it out of Zhou Xi's lungs little by little.Because he is very focused, the operation is even smoother than using tweezers.

When the part finally fell into his hands, Meng Buzhong was relieved.

At this time, there were many beads of sweat on his forehead.

Meng Buzhong wiped his sweat, smiled and said to Zhou Xi: "Then just install the new parts, right?"

Zhou Xi nodded: "Yes."

After receiving the new parts handed over by Zhou Xi, Meng Buzhong flipped through them a few times, and asked in doubt: "This material...is not suitable for long-term use of internal organs? It seems that the models are not exactly the same?"

Zhou Xi said: "My parts are specially made by my creator. There are no direct substitutes on the market, so I can only use this kind of consumables as temporary substitutes."

"Then don't you have to replace this lung part after a while? It's too inconvenient." Meng Buzhong installed the new part in place. This step is relatively simple, but he saw that the parts around the part have been worn out. Many scratches, "and the performance loss of the lungs will be great, and it will increase the burden on the body."

"There is no other way." Zhou Xi didn't take it seriously, seeing that Meng Buzhong's operation was completed, he closed his chest and closed the main control panel, allowing the upper body to return to its original state.

Meng Buzhong sighed secretly: "Is there anything else I need to help?"

"The rest doesn't matter, I'll do it myself." Zhou Xi raised his right arm and tore off the bandage that was just used for emergency repairs. In an instant, blue blood came out again, dripping down his arm and falling to the ground.

This is equivalent to letting Meng Buzhong watch a person collapse in front of him, and startle him.

"Hey? What are you going to do? I'll help you!"

Zhou Xi glanced at him, not quite understanding why he was so nervous all the time: "I will use repair materials and exterior paint to repair the wound, but my blue blood loss is a little bit more, you can transfuse it for me."

"Okay, how do you lose?"

"There are bags of blue blood in the package."

Meng Buzhong took out two bags of blue blood bags, and looked at the engravings. They were produced by three major technology companies, and the source was very legitimate.If the bionics are produced in the blue blood bank in city D in country A, since they are often circulated in the black market, they are likely to be diluted or added. It is more difficult to find a reliable agent.

"The gangster today..." Meng Buzhong connected Zhou Xi with a plastic tube and hung a blue blood bag for blood transfusion, "What he wants is two packs of blood bags like this. But he can't go to the supply station, and he has no money." Bought from the black market, you can only come to our school to steal blood bags for research... Is he a bionic rebel?"

"Not sure." Zhou Xi repaired the wound on his arm with bionic material.

"If it's a rebel army, you may not be able to find out the bionics who are on the list. But the bionic rebels will also have supplies, right? Why did they fall to this point?"

The lungs relieved and the wound healed. Zhou Xi had obviously calmed down: "His behavior is very abnormal, not like ordinary civilian bionics, nor like rebels on missions. The easiest way to confirm it is to catch him."

"Well, this is not something we should worry about." Meng Buzhong squinted at him to put on his clothes, and said, "You are not like ordinary civilian bionics, nor are you like a rebel on a mission, so what are you? A bionic person with identity?"

"..." Zhou Xi didn't answer.

"fine."

After finishing all these tasks, Meng Buzhong suffered both physical and mental torture. He was already sweating and collapsed on the sofa exhausted: "I'm exhausted, I don't want to move anymore, I'll sleep with you today."

Zhou Xi was not hypocritical: "Yes."

Meng Buzhong chatted with him with his eyes closed: "Well, you just said that humans and bionics took your creator away, did they bring your creator here?"

"No, but I found a clue here."

"What clue?"

"you."

Meng Buzhong was startled, sat up and looked at him blankly: "Me?"

Zhou Xidao: "It's you."

Meng Buzhong was even more confused: "Why me? I don't know what you said."

"I've seen your profile, it's in my creator."

"how come?"

"My creator's name is Li Qin, and he is a friend of your adoptive father, Professor Meng. A reasonable guess is that Professor Meng told my creator about your being a supernatural being in order to seek reference for cultivation."

"Nurture reference..." sounds like an odd word.

"Besides," Zhou Xi frowned, "I see you have a familiar feeling, so I observed you for two days."

"Have you observed me for two days?" Meng Buzhong was stunned, "So you are following me?"

Zhou Xi: "It can be said that, but I still haven't obtained more information about you from my memory."

Meng Buzhong made a pause gesture: "Wait, you know that human beings have the right to privacy, right? Normal human beings don't like being followed, observed, or obtained information."

Zhou Xi analyzed it based on the "human social order" stored in his brain: "Understood, sorry."

He admitted his mistake so sternly, and he couldn't get angry if he was not serious: "But you saved my life because of this, so I have nothing to say. By the way, you said that you have a familiar feeling when you see me? But I have never seen I passed you." Such an outstanding appearance, if you see it, you will never forget it.

"Theoretically, the first time we met was at the vegetable market on Boyuan West Street."

"Huh?" No impression.

Seeing that he couldn't remember, Zhou Xi made a gesture of weighing something, and repeated what he said at the time verbatim: "1.75 catties is two and a half catties less than the two catties requested by this customer."

"Is that you? Are you lurking in the vegetable market?"

Zhou Xi nodded: "Yes, I came to find Professor Meng. The creator didn't give me his contact information. I only know that he lives near here, but I don't know the specific address."

"Then you are in the wrong place. My adoptive father won't go to the vegetable market once in 800 years."

"He can't live 800 years."

"It's just an exaggeration."

"Okay." Zhou Xi remained expressionless, "But I'll wait for you."

"I..." Meng Buzhong almost blushed.

"Please take me to see Professor Meng. I will try my best to avoid the eyes of those humans and bionics, and try not to cause trouble for you, but I must understand where my creator was caught. Professor Meng is the creator The last person contacted by the author, he probably knows."

"That's fine, I'll go back and make arrangements." Meng Buzhong found himself subconsciously trusting this bionic man, "After all, I also feel familiar when I see you." Maybe it's because you are so handsome.

Zhou Xi tilted his head slightly: "Really? You also have a feeling that I am your father?"

"..." Meng Buzhong wasn't sure what he heard for a moment, "Are you joking?"

"No." Zhou Xi said straightforwardly.

"Yes," Meng Buhe smiled, "I am your father."

Zhou Xi didn't quite understand why Meng Buzhong was suddenly angry, he cleaned up the traces of blue blood and leftover materials on the ground, then sat in a corner of the sofa, and said to Meng Buzhong: "You can go to take a bath, human beings need to be cleaned every day. "

Meng Buzhong: "..."

Bang!Meng Buzhong took the bathrobe from the hotel, walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.

The warm water sprayed down gradually calmed down the overburdened brain.He felt that what happened in the past two days was very miraculous. It seemed that there was an extra bionic person and some strange things happened, but it seemed to be completely out of the track of his daily life, which caught him off guard everywhere.

Zhou Xi...

What is the identity of this bionic person?what position?Friendly to humans, or hostile?

he does not know.

It's like he couldn't figure out why he thought of him as his brother, but he wanted to be his father after going through life and death all night?

What a mess.

Meng Buzhong resignedly took a shower, went out and found that the bionic man was already lying on the bed.

Zhou Xi said: "I have cleaned my body surface, if you don't mind, you can sleep next to me."

Meng Buzhong wiped his hair with a bath towel, and covered his red face from the heat by the way: "...Oh."

Now he really wants to log on to "Daohu" and ask a question-what is the experience of having a room with a bionic person?

The author has something to say: 1. Do not repeat the exam questions:

How does Zhou Xihe Buzhong sleep at night? ()

A. Zhou Xi sleeps on the sofa B. Does not sleep on the sofa again C. Both sleep on the sofa D. None of the above