After I became human, I became a nightmare of aliens

Lin Mour looked coldly at the potato in Bretta's hand that was roasted until its skin was blackened, and after a night's time, it might be so hard that it could crack your teeth.

Bretta, who noticed his gaze, lost all the courage that Xiaobai had just encouraged him to come up to. He thought the man disagreed, so he timidly put back the baked potatoes he was holding, and hung his head down. Head, bit his lips tightly, and murmured in an almost inaudible voice rather aggrieved and sad: "...baked potatoes are delicious."

【good very good!Just like that, she lowered her head, revealed half of her face, bit her lip, and said the lines.very good! 】

A rambling voice never stopped in Bretta's ear - Xiaobai has been able to communicate with him in his heart in a clear and proficient human language since he absorbed a large amount of xenogeneic energy in the wine cellar last night.

Bretta, with her head down, frowned slightly, and after hearing nothing for a long time, she asked it worriedly in her heart:

[Is this really useful? 】

Lin Mour looked at the child's depressed head, startled, stood sideways to make way, and said indifferently, "Come in."

Bretta was surprised when she heard this, and looked up happily.

- really useful!

【Come in! 】 Xiaobai urged.

Bretta hurried in. This was the first time it entered Mr. Lin Mour's house through the main entrance. Although it was a safe house on the same floor, the space was much larger than his small house.

Bretta took a few steps forward cautiously and curiously, looking around carefully.

This is a safe house that Klindauer had secretly placed in Meeks Base. The house is not big, with only three bedrooms and one living room, but it is enough for him to occasionally stay in Meeks Base for military affairs.

The decoration of the house is inclined to Icelandic pragmatism, focusing on function and rationality. The overall appearance is rigorous and meticulous, just like the character of the house itself, which is cold and silent.

A long knife with a scabbard hanging on one side of the wall and several light and heavy weapons that Bretta couldn't name at all.His eyes stayed on it for a short second, and he stood still and didn't dare to move.

And the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the distance reflected the figure of Bretta and the firm and tall silhouette of the man standing behind him.The interlacing of the two lights and shadows on the ground gives the whole house a minimalist aesthetic.

Lin Mour closed the door, walked towards him, followed Bretta's eyes to look at the weapon on the wall, then turned to look at him again, raised his chin slightly, and said coldly, "Clean up a room and live in it."

Bretta nodded obediently.

"Also," Lin Mourn added after thinking a little bit, "Where's that little white mouse you raised?"

[It disappeared last night. 】Xiaobai reminded him.

Bretta followed, "... disappeared last night."

Lin Mour raised his eyebrows, it seemed that he was scared away.

Bretta quietly looked at his expression, seeing that he believed it, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then sincerely handed over the baked potato that she had been holding for a long time: "...Mr. Lin Mour, this is really delicious. "

Lin Mou's gaze moved down to his hand, and he frowned slightly, saying, "No need, keep it for yourself."

"...Thank you." Bretta withdrew her hand and thought, except for the fact that he wanted to eat himself last night, Mr. Lin Mourn is actually not bad. If he has money to live in such a nice house, it seems that he is a person living very well in human society. A successful heterogeneous senior.

Bretta looked at Lin Mourn with a look of awe in his eyes, thinking: For the sake of Mr. Lin Mourn being such a good person, at most he would just sniff the scent of his body and never speak.Thinking about it, my stomach suddenly made a rumbling sound.

"..."

Lin Mour glanced at the baked potato in his hand, motioned him to go easy, turned and went into the bedroom.

Bretta ate the cold potatoes in two or three bites.He doesn't have too many requirements on the temperature of the food, and he thinks the taste is okay.

After eating, he was going to find a room to clean up and rest. He walked to the room next to the bedroom and gently opened the door, only to find that it was a study for office use.There is a neat and tidy desk in the room, and a whole linen-colored bookshelf, on which are densely packed many paper books that are already rare in the base, all of which are written in words he can't understand.

Bretta raised her head slightly, looking at the entire bookshelf, with a hint of surprise in her ignorant eyes.He didn't understand human culture and knowledge at all, but he was still shocked by a small remnant of one of the vast civilizations in front of him that carried the decline of human beings.

He thought enviously: Mr. Lin Mour is so powerful, no wonder he can live so well in human society, and he has never been discovered.

He is so good at being a man!

Bretta walked in gently, looked around carefully, and was suddenly attracted by the words on the side and bottom of a book. He vaguely felt that those characters were a bit like the words on the tombstone of Colonel Klindauer.

Curiously, he took the book off the shelf and flipped through it with his fingertips. The corners of the paper were yellowed, exuding a faint smell of old books.

"What are you doing?" A cold voice sounded from behind.

Bretta was so frightened that her hands shook, she looked back and saw Lin Mourn standing at the door, the book in her hand fell to the ground with a thud, and from the side of the book cover, she could vaguely see a photo of a handsome, indifferent man in military uniform, as if He looks exactly like the man in front of Bretta.

Lin Mourn glanced at the book on the floor, his eyes darkened, and asked, "What did you see?"

"I, I didn't see anything, I'm sorry! Mr. Lin Mou, I just want to find a room..." The dangerous aura emanating from the man on Bretta's back was frighteningly incoherent, and his hands were in a panic. He subconsciously bent down to pick up the book that fell on the ground.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the man who was standing at the door just now appeared directly in front of him and snatched the book from his hand.

He turned his head and stared deeply at Bretta's face, which was somewhat similar to that person, and suddenly understood the reason for the familiarity when he first met.

At that moment, he was almost murderous, stretched out his arm and grabbed his neck, pushed him against the bookshelf, and asked in a serious tone:

"--who are you?!"

Bretta, whose lifeline was tightly grasped, felt the approach of death at this moment, and the fear climbed into his heart, making him tremble with fright. When Xiaobai in his arms was about to jump out to protect the Lord in an instant, he was completely connected by his blood. Influenced by the pressure of the natural enemy on the man, he dared not move.

Bretta's entire face was flushed, and he was breathing hard. Just when he was almost out of breath, Lin Mour finally came to his senses and let go of his hand quickly.

Britta fell to the ground suddenly, ignoring the pain in her body, coughing like a lung tube was about to burst, and tears overflowed instantly.

Lin Mourn looked at the young man on the ground with an ugly expression. He was almost sure that at that moment, he almost lost control and killed him, or wanted to eat him.

He restrainedly pinched Bretta's right hand tightly, and said, "Your room is in another room, don't come here again."

Bretta was coughing badly. Hearing this, he quickly nodded and stood up, and ran out of the study like flying.

He found the guest room opened, immediately closed the door, locked it, and only then felt safe sliding down against the door.

Xiaobai jumped out worriedly and wrapped her tightly around his chest, the branches, leaves and petals trembling.

Breathing slightly, Bretta stretched out her hand to caress it, bit her lip and thought: This is indeed the most dangerous place.

Lin Mour, who was still in the study at the moment, slowly picked up the book in his hand, his eyes stayed on the photo on the front page many years ago, and he looked at his former self through the lens.He simply tore off this page neatly, but with a slight thought, a cluster of deep blue flames suddenly appeared in his palm, instantly igniting the remaining page, and the man in military uniform in the photo gradually followed the swaying flames Disappeared.

Lin Mour was startled, looked at his palm, frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought.But when he still wanted to try to release the flame again, the small flame just jumped out and went out quickly.

Have you become stronger?

He thought of what happened yesterday in the wine cellar on the twentieth floor for no reason. At that time, he was only focused on saving people first, and was stabbed by several wine bottle fragments. The xenobiotics in the wine seemed to be quickly absorbed by him along the wound.

But at the same time, he found that alcohol was also extremely harmful to him. He was too physically exhausted before and suffered such a deep wound, so he couldn't maintain his human form at all.

His face was still a little pale, he walked out of the bedroom, closed the door, looked up at the guest bedroom opposite, turned around and entered the bedroom, and soon fell into a state of hibernation.

Bretta stayed in the house for a long time, thinking and thinking, but she still couldn't stay here. Hearing that there was no movement in the house, she quietly opened the door and came out. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she met the man who had just come out of the kitchen.

"!"

Lin Mour was wearing a black apron, holding a freshly baked breakfast in his hand - a can of freshly warmed canned luncheon meat exuding the smell of meat, two cups of golden corn syrup, and a plate of golden luncheon meat exuding a sweet fragrance Yes, pellets that Bretta had never seen before.

Bretta, who still had a dull hair on top of her head, stared straight at her eyes, staring at it from a distance, greedy and cowardly, not daring to walk over.

Lin Mour sat straight at the dining table, not ready to eat, but raised his eyes to glance at him inadvertently, and said concisely: "Come and eat."

Hearing these three words, Bretta immediately forgot about the bad snake that he scolded in his heart last night, trotted over, stopped quickly, carefully and secretly looked at the man's expression, and then he was careful sit farthest from him.

Lin Mour saw all his small movements, raised his chin slightly: "Eat."

Bretta was still a little afraid to move, so Lin Mour took up the corn juice and drank it.

Bretta imitated his example and quietly reached out to touch a cup and slid it in front of him, and took a big sip, the sweet and glutinous fragrance spread in his mouth, Bretta was slightly startled, and his face unconsciously showed satisfaction With a smile: "It's delicious..."

Just after he finished speaking, he realized something, covered his mouth with his hand in fear after he was busy, and quietly raised his head to peek at the man opposite, and saw that the man was calmly drinking half of the canned luncheon meat in the bowl in front of him after drinking the corn juice Li continued to eat quietly.

Bretta licked her lips, imitating his appearance and preparing to reach for the spoon, but the other party suddenly extended a hand, Bretta immediately retracted her hand in fright and stepped back, quickly apologizing: "I'm sorry... I Thought I could eat it too."

Lin Mour was startled, pursed his lips slightly, and continued the action with his outstretched hand——pushed the whole can of luncheon meat in front of Bretta, and said, "I don't want it anymore, I'll give it to you." After finishing speaking, he quickly ate After that, he stood up, put on his clothes vigorously, walked to the door, put on military boots, and looked like he was about to go out.

Bretta stared blankly at his movements, and found that there was a large plate of golden food on the table, hesitantly said: "This..."

"Eat it." Lin Mour, who had his back turned to him, pursed his lips slightly, and stretched out his hand to straighten his collar.He has an excellent figure, and his entire back looks smooth and graceful like a cheetah, tall and straight.

Bretta's eyes lit up when he heard it, afraid that he would be in a hurry and asked, "What's the name of this? I haven't eaten it before."

The man who was asked the question paused for a moment, and the jawline on the side of his face tightened uncomfortably.

"Popcorn."

"Sweet...better than grilled corn."

"...Popcorn?" Bretta reached out and picked one up, put it in his mouth and chewed, his eyes lit up:

"It's really delicious!"

Lin Mour, who had his back to the boy, heard the words, and a low laugh rolled out of his throat.

The author has something to say: Klindauer: A virtuous family man who can make popcorn to coax his wife.

The next update is also at zero o'clock.

感谢在2022-01-2519:09:54~2022-01-2621:04:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 big Maine Coon cats;

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