Quanzai Cone

The brain seemed to be melting, and in the sudden high fever that came with the memory fragments, it became a particularly difficult thing to maintain thinking.

Fortunately, I put on my makeup carefully before going out, so as not to reveal my too pale skin and ominously flushed cheeks.

The low-heeled shoes in front of her stopped.

"Nurse Komori?" The head nurse sternly called my surname that I was currently pretending to be. She turned her head and cast her sharp eyes on me, "Cheer up, don't embarrass Xihaipu!"

I collected myself and lowered my eyes meekly: "Yes, I understand." I straightened my back and followed her steps.

The head nurse shifted her attention in satisfaction, and continued to "da da" to the depths of the medical point.

Taking a deep breath, I suddenly thought of Miss Komori who was forced to replace me. The way she handed me the nurse's uniform while trembling really made people feel compassionate. Tears, as if I were some kind of demon...

My behavior is indeed neither legal nor moral, but—seeing that she is also not a good person, let's forgive each other.

Thinking this way, I slowly adjusted the mask.

There is an elevator going directly to the ground in the depths of the medical point. The head nurse opened the door with her fingerprints and irises. I walked in with a low eyebrow and watched her press the only floor.

The feeling of weightlessness lasted for about ten seconds, and the door opened with a "ding".The huge underground facilities that ordinary employees can't imagine slowly come into view, which is completely different from the old and outdated ground, showing a wonderful sense of science fiction.

I followed the head nurse all the way to the core area, and after the last door opened, I finally saw the Zhijun I was looking for.

He was lying on the operating table, letting a group of white coats gesticulate various instruments on his body, his expression almost empty.I exhaled slowly, slowly, raised my eyes and listened to the conversation of those people with no expression on my face.

"There is no response to all the tests. He is indeed an ordinary person." The members of Umbrella's team came to a conclusion.

The director of the shelter asked cautiously: "Really? This guy is very weird, should we test some more items..."

"No need." The captain who was still fully armed interrupted him lightly, "Don't waste time on ordinary people, replace them."

The people sent by Xihaipu did not express any objection, and looked up at the head nurse.The head nurse who received the instructions told me: "Komori, take him back to the ward."

I responded and walked towards Zhijun who was struggling to sit up.He put on the hospital gown, propped himself on the edge of the operating table and got off the ground, but he staggered and almost fell, and I held him up in a matter of seconds.

I tightly held his arm that was still very cold even through layers of clothing, and looked at Zhijun who was hanging his head in a daze due to the overdose of sedatives, swallowing the dry anger stagnant in his throat, desperately trying to calm down.However, in the next second, those heavy emotions spewed up doubled, making me stop for a moment.

A moment before the surrounding instruments used to detect "unconventional" jumped out of the prompt, a hand firmly clasped my wrist.

Zhijun raised his eyes and glanced at me lightly.Skin-to-skin contact brought a burst of coldness, which made me wake up suddenly, and immediately glanced at the instrument.

Those screens were dimmed, and only the head nurse shouted in a low voice: "Xiao Mori, what are you dawdling about!"

I lowered my head and apologized, and helped Zhijun, who seemed to be unable to control his body and was walking crookedly, to return to the medical point along another passage.

The nurse at the front desk greeted me with a warm and sincere smile, "Senior Komori, thank you for your hard work! Do you need help?"

She pretended to come out of the front desk to help Mr. Zhi, and I imitated Miss Komori's voice and politely stopped her: "No, just tell me his ward number."

After getting the number, I turned into the ward and closed the door while the nurse watched me eagerly.

Zhijun and I were the only ones in the single ward, and there was the silently operating surveillance in the corner, but I couldn’t care less about the surveillance anymore. Reason finally reminded me that the surveillance room is usually only occupied by people who need to check for maintenance and what needs to be found, so I readily gave way to the decision Tee's emotions—before I knew it, tears were welling up in my eyes.

The remaining palpitations of fear still make my throat tight, and I can hardly speak, sobbing blindly.

It's too ugly!The first time I lost my composure in front of Zhijun, I complained to myself and thanked that I was still covered by the mask. I held his hands tightly and refused to let go, so I took them out to wipe my tears.

Zhijun who didn't know when he recovered stood firm and supported me, allowing me to vent.

Before he could open his mouth and maybe continue to say something that pushed me away, I interrupted his voice and said firmly.

"I want Zhijun to live!"

Even though it was blurred by tears, my eyes met his without hesitation; even with sobs, the words I said were still clearly discernible: "Zhijun obviously wants to live! In order to find the 'life' Yiyi has been asking for help... If she really wanted to commit suicide, how could she have survived until now!"

Maybe it's my self-righteous judgment—but, only this person, this person who wants to leave but can't help looking back, who is confused by this ruthless and sentimental world, this person is constantly wandering and struggling to find the value of standing here People like "wild dogs"...

—I want him to live.

Staring at him with tearful eyes, I feel the tearing pain welling up in my empathy.

In this severe pain, the "talent" in his body that had been dormant for two years finally opened a sleepy eye.