Camouflage Alpha

When Shen Yaochuan was "released", it was only 12 hours since he "entered".

It was 9 o'clock in the morning.

He took the paper bag given by the police and checked it. There were very few things, only a personal terminal and an insulated lunch box sent by an unknown person.

Shen Yaochuan put the personal terminal back on his wrist and left the police station.

He was still wearing a hospital gown, and the weather had turned cold. For some reason, it was extraordinarily cold this morning.

As soon as he stepped out of the building door, the cold wind hit his face.

Shen Yaochuan couldn't help but glanced at the terminal, it was 16 degrees, it seemed that it was time to cool down in early autumn when the dungeon simulated the four seasons.

Before he walked out of the police compound, he saw a very eye-catching laser-painted sports car parked at the door.

This sports car is like a ostentatious male peacock, parked blatantly at the gate of the police, almost writing the word "presumptuous" on its face.

Sure enough, seeing Shen Yaochuan coming out, the door of the sports car opened slowly, and Song Zhicheng walked out of it.

He was wearing a standard three-piece formal suit, with shiny leather shoes, holding a large bouquet of blue roses in his hand, and he was already looking at Shen Yaochuan with open arms.

As if wanting a hug.

Shen Yaochuan walked up to him, and extended a hand to him very politely, with the palm facing outwards, showing a clear sign of refusal.

"I came here specially to wait for you. The temperature is cooling down today. Your immune system has been weak. You must have caught a cold from taking the subway." Song Zhicheng was not stubborn. He folded his arms, looked at Shen Yaochuan with a smile, and passed the rose forward At the same time, he showed the tissue in his hand: "You just take it, the thing I sent out is not bad for your bouquet of flowers, look, I didn't sweat it."

His appearance is actually very good. If there are points for appearance, then it is.

In fact, he is very tactful, and he is very good at observing words and expressions. Although Shen Yaochuan has clearly rejected him several times in the years since we met in school, Song Zhicheng will pretend to be innocent every time.

For Shen Yaochuan, this person knows how to measure, he doesn't get too close, and he can't find any faults in his words, he is actually a good friend.

It's just that the frequency of proposing marriage is almost the same as eating, which really makes him a little too much, so he has been deliberately indifferent recently.

Shen Yaochuan still didn't pick up the flower, but said: "Thank you for your kindness."

"I know you won't refuse." Song Zhicheng stuffed the flower into his arms, "Don't worry, this thing has no special meaning to me."

While speaking, Song Zhicheng had already let go of his hand, if Shen Yaochuan didn't pick it up, the bunch of flowers would fall to the ground.

Shen Yaochuan finally took it.

He took the bouquet lightly in his arms and thanked him again.

He heard a whistle behind him.

This time not only Shen Yaochuan turned his head, Song Zhicheng also looked over.

Before Shen Yaochuan came out, Song Zhicheng saw the black car opposite when he was sitting in the car. It was an old model, cheap, probably a second-hand car, and the current market price was only about 3-4.

He frowned, feeling that the whistle seemed to be a provocation from the poor car owner.

The black car window slowly lowered to the bottom, and Xiang Shaoyang greeted Shen Yaochuan with his elbow on the car window: "Dr. Shen, the case is not closed yet, you have to go back with me, don't even try to run away."

Song Zhicheng gave a "tsk".

"Yaochuan is an A, and you are also an A. It's impossible for the two of you." He said to the owner of the black car.

"I don't have that idea, Zhicheng, I'm off to work, and I'll see you when the case is over." Shen Yaochuan said.

Song Zhicheng sighed helplessly: "Okay, who will let me pet you."

Shen Yaochuan didn't even answer his words, but went around to the other side and got into Xiang Shaoyang's car.

On the other side of the car window, Xiang Shaoyang, as an S-level Alpha, felt an inexplicable sense of competition with the rich second-generation Omega in front of him for some reason, so he smiled smugly at Song Zhicheng.

He closed the car window, started the car, turned around, grabbed something from the back seat and handed it to Shen Yaochuan, then took the flowers in his arms and threw them to the back seat without saying a word.

He also said: "The Investigation Bureau does not allow dating during working hours, you have to pay attention."

Shen Yaochuan: "Just a bouquet of flowers doesn't mean I want to fall in love."

Xiang Shaoyang raised his eyebrows: "I'm allergic to pollen."

Shen Yaochuan: "..."

It is impossible for the Noah ship to allow people with allergies to serve on board.

But he was very face-saving, and he didn't expose Xiang Shaoyang's words. Instead, he had doubts about his outstretched hand: "What do you want?"

Xiang Shaoyang: "Lunch box, mine."

Shen Yaochuan was taken aback for a moment, but quickly handed the lunch box to Xiang Shaoyang.

"I'm Alpha," he said.

"You know, the work of the Bureau of Investigation is always on the move. Many people can't go home for a month. It's our tradition to take care of each other. You don't have to think about it," Xiang Shaoyang put the lunch box on the back seat and picked up another piece. Give him the clothes, "I bought them small, and if you haven't worn them, try them out. It rained in the middle of the night last night and the temperature cooled down."

This is a sporty jacket, the fabric is a bit tight, and the size does run a little too small.

Shen Yaochuan put on his coat, and his eyes fell on the bag that he received at the beginning.

Another breakfast.

And it's in a lunch box.

"Is it your tradition to cook for people?" he asked.

"I went home to eat in the morning, and I pretended it for you by the way," Xiang Shaoyang said, "When the members of the group have nothing to do, they also go to my house to eat, and they don't know how to do it."

Shen Yaochuan nodded, and carefully opened the lid of the lunch box.

A chicken roll wrapped in plastic wrap, and a box of warm milk.

The chicken roll is very sweet, the meat is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with some soup, the sauce is slightly salty, and the aftertaste is a little sweet.

If Xiang Shaoyang opened a restaurant, Shen Yaochuan felt that he would definitely become his highest-level customer.

The food that Xiang Shaoyang has made in the past few days has tastes that he has never tasted before.

He had eaten the same variety, but he had never tasted such a delicious one.

"Have you adjusted your genes? Cooking?" Shen Yaochuan couldn't help asking.

Xiang Shaoyang: "No, my family is against genetic technology."

Shen Yaochuan nodded, he knew the reason.

On Alpha Planet, genetic technology has been developed for nearly 100 years, but in the last 30 to [-] years, the speculation that "genetic adjustment may cause some birth defects in other aspects of human beings" has only been gradually confirmed.

And this defect is heritable.

These include but are not limited to not being able to cook, selective ignorance of things, low immunity, poor sports and mental problems, etc.

But if it is a person who has never received genetic adjustment, it will evolve slowly from generation to generation, and can balance the development of many aspects.

Therefore, the mainstream media often evaluate the development of modern science and technology as the "Sword of Damocles".

Shen Yaochuan briefly browsed the news, and there were only a few words summarizing the progress of the "biochemical attack on the municipal building", but perhaps it was deliberately preventing information leakage, and the process was omitted without any useful information.

He had no choice but to ask Xiang Shaoyang: "Who is the researcher who leaked the virus, can you tell me?"

"Chu Huai." Xiang Shaoyang said.

There was a trace of surprise in Shen Yaochuan's eyes.

"Why, this person doesn't seem to be doing such illegal things, does he?" Xiang Shaoyang glanced at him, "I was arrested last night, we already have a preliminary understanding, his family is very poor, Diligent and enthusiastic, the evaluation from your institute to your neighbors is very good."

"He hid the virus sample in a laboratory isolation glove and took it home. Yesterday, when he destroyed the glove, he was accidentally eaten by a dog that he had raised for eight years. In order to prevent the spread of the infection, he shut down the fresh air system and killed the dog himself. Crashed, such a person, it is hard to imagine that he would be the source of heavy casualties in Area A."

"He..." Shen Yaochuan felt his throat was dry and hoarse, and it became difficult to speak, "I originally wanted to appraise me for being promoted to level 4 authority this year, but considering Chu Huai...his family is in trouble, and he is the only one who has income, the higher-ups deliberately I talked with me, and I want to upgrade my quota to him to level 2, so that there are more projects that can be contacted, and more money can be earned, I heard that he has to deliver goods after work to earn some change."

This is almost the longest thing he has said in one breath over the years.

It grew so long that Shen Yaochuan felt a little tight in his chest.

"His ratings have been submitted for review, including the comments I signed. The institute has never told him, just want to give him a surprise when the ratings come down..."

"You don't seem like a person who would regret the fate of others." Xiang Shaoyang said.

Shen Yaochuan didn't speak again.

He didn't have a deep friendship with Chu Huai, but they worked together and had some contact with each other.

There are some things about Chu Huai that he is very envious of, such as his bright eyes when he talked about his mother at home, his relaxed look when he was on the phone with his mother, and his concern for the family.

Once upon a time, Shen Yaochuan also imagined that he would have these things.

Although the mother is seriously ill and the family is short of money, the "home" itself is a powerful existence.

He would always fantasize about his home and his family before going to sleep, and then face the cold past in his dream and accept the cruel reality.

Shen Yaochuan closed her eyes, but heard Xiang Shaoyang clear her throat: "The milk is getting cold."