Baiyueguang professional account

After all, An Mo is just an amateur.

The plans he recorded were all arranged according to repeated combinations of several experiments in the original book, because the original book did not describe the final experimental plan for developing the serum, so An Mo could only try one by one, without any basis at all.

Facing Dr. He's invitation, An Mo chose to decline.

"This is already the limit for me." He lied, and said sincerely: "If it wasn't because Miss Yue needed a soundproof room for production, we might have to give up everything here and leave."

Dr. He showed a regretful expression, and instead of inviting them forcefully, he arranged a room for them.

The third basement floor was originally a warehouse and an area for some private experiments. The rooms where materials were stored in the past are now separated and turned into individual small bedrooms, which are very small and can only fit a 1.5-meter bed. A cabinet and a set of tables and chairs suddenly looked like a prison.

"This is the best treatment." Looking at such a cramped and cramped room, An Mo showed a relaxed smile.

After walking for a day, he was also exhausted. Now that he had been arranged for a place to stay, he didn't have to think about anything. He just took off his coat and lay on the bed, waving to Xin Lang who was packing his clothes.

"Don't do that for now, come and sleep for a while..."

When Xin Lang put down everything in his hands and walked over with dark eyes, An Mo showed a sly smile and said deliberately: "Oh, I forgot, you don't need to sleep."

As if Xin Lang didn't hear what he said, he climbed onto the bed forcefully, stretched out his long arms, and pulled him into his arms.

The soft kiss landed on his forehead, down to the center of the eyebrows, the tip of the nose, and finally stayed on the soft lips, lingering on his mind.

He kissed loosely, An Mo kissed back twice, so don't open the gap at the beginning.

"Tell you something, and then I'll sleep for a while."

Xin Lang tightened his arms to make him lie more comfortably in his arms.

"During the period when Sister Yue gave birth, since we are here, we must abide by their rules. If someone is looking for you on purpose, if I'm not by your side, you must come to me."

Arching into Xin Lang's arms, smelling the familiar scent on his body, An Mo slowly closed his eyes, and said vaguely, "I let the word out, you only recognize me now, and you only love me... "

Feeling drowsy, knowing that Xin Lang was by his side, An Mo closed his eyes without any hesitation, and soon fell asleep.

When the person in his arms fell asleep and breathed evenly, Xin Lang gave strength to his arms and stepped back a little so that he could be at eye level with An Mo.

There is an affectionate light in his eyes, like a whirlpool in the sea, mysterious and dangerous.After a long while, he moved closer, put the tip of his nose against An Mo's nose, rubbed it slightly, and then kissed him reluctantly, repeated several times, as if the kisses were not enough.

An Mo, who fell asleep, didn't know that he was too tired today.

Around night, An Mo was woken up by a knock on the door.

The knocking on the door was regular and not too violent. An Mo felt a headache when he woke up, and when he turned his head, he met Xin Lang's dark eyes.

"Open the door." An Mo pushed him.

Xin Lang responded and went down to open the door.

It's He Xu.

He stood at the door and saw An Mo who was still on the bed. He cleared his throat in embarrassment, took a step back, and said, "Sorry to bother you. I'm here to remind you that it's dinner time and you can go get your food. I’m afraid you don’t know the place, so I’ll take you there once, and you’ll get used to it gradually.”

An Mo also sat up when he went to open the door. He was leaning sideways and looking towards the door. Hearing this, he hurriedly got off the bed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you." You, Dr. He. I just woke up from sleep, and you can point us in the right direction, and we can get the food by ourselves in a while, otherwise it will be too much trouble for you. "

"It's okay, I'll wait for you at the door, pack up and we'll go together."

An Mo showed a grateful smile and said, "Okay, Dr. He, please wait for a while."

After closing the door, An Mo tidied up the wrinkled clothes, then opened the wheelchair leaning against the wall, sat on it and whispered to Xin Lang, "Don't leave me for a while."

Pushing the wheelchair, Xin Lang whispered in his ear, his deep voice made An Mo's eardrums tingle.

After going out, Dr. He saw him sitting in a wheelchair, but he didn't say anything, and led the way very calmly.

It's just that this road has attracted the attention of many people.

"I'll explain." Dr. He took the initiative to say, "You have to believe that everyone has no malicious intentions."

"I know, if you ask, I have to explain that it wasn't injured by a zombie."

People in the apocalyptic world are like frightened birds, and the slightest doubt will make them nervous. Although An Mo was able to walk before, he suddenly sat in a wheelchair and looked thin. No matter how you look at it, it makes people suspicious .

Doctor He nodded.

The three of them arrived at the place where they received their dinner. It was actually a counter, and behind it was connected to this large room, which contained some food that could be stored for a long time.An Mo and Xin Lang received two large compressed biscuits, two cans and two sausages. The water was distributed separately, and each person only had one bottle.

Dr. He's stuff is similar to theirs, except for an extra sausage.

Seeing An Mo staring at his sausage, Dr. He took it out without hesitation, and said, "Do you want to eat it?"

If Xin Lang doesn't eat, it's equivalent to An Mo eating two servings. He can't finish it at all. Hearing this, he shook his head and said, "I won't eat, this is for you."

"Well, the researchers and the team members who went out to search for materials that day paid more for food distribution. Today is a sausage, and tomorrow it may be a strawberry. Whatever comes back from the search, it will be divided."

An Mo nodded clearly: "Is there any team going out recently?"

"Yes, there will be a team tomorrow, and it happens to be led by Zhu Qinglan, who is supporting you." Dr. He found a place, sat down to eat, saw that An Mo was not moving, and Xin Lang was not moving, and asked in surprise: "Why? Do not eat?"

"I just woke up and I don't have much appetite, can I take it back and eat?"

"Yes, yes." Dr. He nodded, then glanced at Xin Lang again: "He doesn't eat either?"

"He eats." After An Mo finished speaking, he said to Xin Lang, "Eat some."

She gave him a wink while speaking.

Xin Lang sat down, unscrewed the bottle cap and drank two sips of water, then opened the compressed biscuit, broke off small pieces and put it into his mouth, moving slowly, as if he was waiting for his saliva to completely melt the compressed biscuit into powder before swallowing.

Dr. He saw that his behavior was very strange, but he didn't say anything.

On the contrary, it was An Mo who pulled him into the chat and didn't rest until he was almost done eating.

"Anyway, you can go out with Zhu Qinglan tomorrow." Dr. He said: "He is a typical knife-mouthed bean curd heart. If he acts too ruthless, don't take it to heart."

"It's okay." An Mo thought, they had already met once this afternoon.

Dr. He will go to rest after eating. His work and rest time is very irregular. He will sleep when he can rest, and then he may get up in the dead of night when everyone is sleeping, and he will get up to conduct experiments.

After he left, An Mo went to get a dinner for Sister Yue, and was pushed by Xin Lang to Sister Yue's soundproof room.

In the soundproof room, Sister Yue was eating the dry bread she brought. When she saw them coming in, she wanted to share out the few dry bread, but she didn't expect that they were here to deliver food.

Holding a piece of food in her hand, Miss Yue's eyes widened in disbelief: "Are they willing to share the food with us?"

"Everyone can get it." An Mo said with a smile, "You'd better not walk around casually now, I will deliver it to you every day. But Xin Lang and I are going out tomorrow, and I will ask Dr. He to help you. "

Sister Yue lost all intention of having dinner in an instant, and said nervously, "For me?"

"For everyone." An Mo said, "We have dinner too, can we not pay?"

"But……"

"No, but, don't think too much about it." An Mo comforted her softly: "We are friends now, right? Since we are friends, don't worry too much. In case things get better in the future, or, In the next few decades, the world will return to the right track, and at that time, Xin Lang and I will still need someone to retire to the end of life."

He meant it, but he was actually joking.Sure enough, these words made the tense and frozen atmosphere instantly relaxed. Sister Yue stroked her stomach and laughed.

"Did you hear that?" She lowered her head and said to the child in her stomach, "You have two uncles who need to take care of themselves."

Before An Mo left, he left his unopened bottle of water to Sister Yue.She is pregnant, so she must need more. It is always better to prepare an extra bottle for her than to endure the lack of water at that time.

Xin Lang basically didn't drink much water, it was all reserved for him.

That night, An Mo didn't sleep soundly. He didn't have the habit of acknowledging his bed, otherwise he wouldn't have slept so soundly in the evening.But it was different at night, even though Xin Lang hugged him and coaxed him softly, he was always woken up by various noises.

When he woke up the next day, An Mo gave his legs a simple massage with dark circles under his eyes, and then took Xin Lang out to get breakfast.

There was a long line of about ten people at the place where the meal was received. They were wearing simple and close-fitting clothes. An Mo saw Zhu Qinglan in the line, and immediately understood what the team was doing.

Zhu Qinglan obviously saw them too, and his cold gaze swept over An Mo's legs.

Yesterday he saw this person sitting in a wheelchair from a distance, and now he can walk again...

An Mo and Xin Lang walked behind him and lined up.

"Mr. Zhu, good morning."

Zhu Qinglan felt a little uncomfortable with this kind of polite address, and he said directly: "You can just call me Zhu Qinglan."

"Okay." An Mo said kindly, "Zhu Qinglan, I'm going out to search for supplies today, please give me your advice."

"Are you going too?" Zhu Qinglan raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "If you have a leg problem, you don't have to go, it will delay the overall action."

Saying such a thing in such a tone is already considered merciless.

An Mo didn't panic, "According to this statement, I shouldn't live. I have leg problems, can I run past the zombies that are chasing me? It's better to lie down and die."

One sentence made Zhu Qinglan speechless.

No one can dispel the survival psychology of others in times of crisis.

The author has something to say: This world will be written a little longer, and the progress is a bit slow, double update tomorrow!