After I became human, I became a nightmare of aliens

"So, you're saying that Zhang Ge, the man who was eaten by the spider mutant, used the liquid in this medicine bottle to drip on a little spider, so it caused a mutation, right?" Lin Mour almost It was by pressing the corners of his brows to make himself patient, and to understand the whole story from Bretta's frightened incoherent words.

As for what he cried and said, he didn't break the bottle on purpose, he could only say "I won't blame him" in order to comfort the child.

Looking at Bretta, who had red circles and crystal tears in his eyes, he couldn't help but get a headache.

Bretta didn't know what was wrong with him, and he didn't want to cry, but this transparent liquid just fell out of his eyes.He sobbed and gave a general overview of what happened that day.

Lin Mour also understood that it was Zhang Ge who used the instrument to control the spider species.

Something flashed through his mind, and he suddenly asked: "Then do you know how he died? His chest was pierced by a sharp weapon..."

Bretta turned pale when she heard this, and covered her chest in fear.

Xiaobai seemed to have a sense of what he was talking about.

Bretta subconsciously followed what Xiaobai taught him: "He and the spider chased me, I... I don't know."

Lin Mourn thought that when he received the boy who broke through the window, he was already dying, and he really didn't have the ability to turn around and hurt Zhang Ge who was chasing after him.

He thought for a while and doubted again: "How did you get from such a far distance to the opposite side where I am?"

"Jump, use...rope."

"Where's the rope?"

"do not know."

Lin Mourning: "..."

In places like slums, where there is a large floating population, the ropes are likely to have been picked up by scavengers long ago.

He looked at the potion bottle in his hand, carefully scanned the embossed lines at the bottom of his eyes, and was taken aback for a moment, thinking of something in a blink of an eye, stepped forward a few steps, and picked up the drink that Bretta had just placed there in front of the tombstone.The best-selling beverage at the base does not have the fancy advertising plastic film of the old gold era, only the simple embossed embossing on the bottle body.

Lin Mourn took a closer look and felt that the potion bottle was probably produced by the same machine as the drink bottle.

He just turned on the communicator and wanted to contact Cheng Cheng, but found that there was no signal.

When I lowered my head, I found that Bretta was still staring at him, or rather, staring at the drink in his hand.

In the end he almost summoned up his courage and said, "Mr. Lin Mou, this is...for Colonel Klindauer. If you want to drink, you can go back and buy it."

"..." Lin Mour put the drink back where it was with a blank expression, and finally said, "He won't like to drink this kind of thing."

Bretta was stunned when she heard the words, lowered her still eyes, bit her lips and asked, "...Really?"

Lin Mourn suddenly realized what he just said, looked away, and said uncomfortably, "I don't know, maybe I will like it."

"Does Mr. Lin Mourn like it?"

Lin Mour looked up at his tombstone, nodded, "Yeah."

A smile appeared on Bretta's face immediately: "Brother Cheng Cheng also likes it."

"Brother?" He frowned at the title.When did they become so familiar?

"Yeah!" Bretta nodded seriously, "He doesn't like me calling him 'sir'."

Lin Mour sneered from his nasal cavity when he heard the words, noncommittal.

Bretta cleaned off the snow covered on the tombstone, and after putting away the things she brought, she bowed seriously to the tombstone in front of her.

"Mr. Klindauer, thank you for saving me. It's a pity that there is no picture of you on the tombstone. I don't know what you look like." But it should be pretty.That's what the girl who bought flowers said before.

"Don't worry, I will work hard to live." In order to repay you, I am willing to try to be a good person too.

He bowed seriously again and stood up.

Lin Mour looked sideways at his quiet face, her eyelashes moving slightly.

"Mr. Lin Mourn, does Colonel Klindauer like white roses?" Bretta felt a little regretful thinking that she hadn't really delivered any of them to him.

With the lessons learned from the past, Lin Mourn did not deny it: "Yeah."

"Oh."

Bretta also wanted to ask him if he liked it, but thinking about the flowers that he sold to him back then, the other party directly forwarded them to him, so he might not like it that much.Then let him not know about Xiaobai's existence.

"What's written on the tombstone?" Bretta asked suddenly.

Lin Mourn slightly raised his eyes to look at him.

Bretta explained in embarrassment: "I can't read."

Lin Mourn instantly understood.

Half a year of base education and labor practice can only help him learn some basic common sense and rules and learn some simple handicrafts. Most of the floating population in the Mix base has no chance to receive education opportunities, and they may not even have read the books .Mechanical and simple labor does not require them to know the words that the rich and elite need to use.

He looked at the tombstone, and in a low and steady voice, he read his epitaph to the young man beside him:

"Human beings will finally see the light of the sky in the abyss, and live to death."

Bretta stood quietly beside the man standing in front of the cold tombstone, unable to understand the emotion in his deep black eyes.

"Let's go back."

On the way back on the locomotive, Bretta had already put her hands around the man's waist naturally. She didn't expect the delay to be so long. It was almost evening, and the plants on both sides of the deserted road were withered and yellow.The winter sun on the snow-capped mountains in the distance is gradually setting a piece of afterglow.

Even with a helmet on, Bretta could feel the oncoming cold wind from high-speed driving.

He subconsciously hugged the person in front of him even tighter.

Feeling the hands clenched around his waist, the man under the helmet trembled slightly in his nasal cavity, and with a low smile, he clenched the handle of the motorcycle and sped away.

The author has something to say: In the past two days, the number of words should be controlled, and it should be shorter and more concise.Tata top pot cover running~