Case File Compendium

"Mr. He, is there anything I can do for you?"

Although the commodity supply office is in the form of a store, its service objects are all the internal personnel of the organization on the island, so there is no need to pay.

He Yu said: "I want to get some medicinal materials and some experimental supplies. Here is the list."

The clerk took it, put on his glasses, looked at it from beginning to end, and said with a smile: "Okay, no problem, please wait a moment."

The small TV in the store was playing an Australian talent show, and He Yu was standing in front of the counter next to the TV, looking around aimlessly while waiting for the clerk to arrange things.During this period, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the shelf next to the cash register——

There were rows of condoms.

In addition to the normal styles on the market, there are also some products made by researchers on the island when they are bored, which are exclusively for Mandela Island.

He Yu had no interest in these things before, but it's different now.He hesitated for a moment, and took a box with the most low-key packaging by accident.

Take a closer look, and there are a few concise words written on the box: Good after-sales service, if there is any damage, I will deliver the baby.

The name of the boring researcher is signed below.

He Yu took another box of the pinkest looking one.

This time the box read: Take me, I'm better than taming pills.

The name of the boring researcher is also signed below.

Picking up another box looks a little weird.

There is also a word on the box, which reads: Black technology condom, I will definitely get pregnant with it.

The name of the very boring researcher is also signed below.

When the clerk came out with the plastic bag, he saw He Yu studying these things there.The clerk smiled and said, "Mr. He, do you need to introduce the effect?"

He Yu took the bag, hesitated for a while, and nodded.

In the evening, He Yu returned home with a bag, which contained some medicinal herbs for relieving cough and nourishing the lungs, calming the nerves and calming the mind, as well as several boxes of sets.

He came back earlier than usual, and as soon as he entered the door, he found Xie Qingcheng sitting at the desk, lowering his head and writing something.

Now, Xie Qingcheng no longer has to deliberately act desperate and distressed in order to paralyze the watchers. Mandela's people also know that he has a tough personality and will not waste time in a depressed mood.When it is really impossible to escape, he should preserve his physical strength, avoid unnecessary struggle, remain calm and calm, as if waiting for an opportunity to break out at any time, this is his convincing state.

Therefore, Xie Qingcheng that He Yu saw was very quiet.

He couldn't help but dazed for a moment.

The room was rebuilt to imitate the guest room of an old villa, and even the carpet was made old according to his requirements. The man was sitting in front of the desk with his eyes downcast. Outside the window was a lone moon, shining brightly on his face On his body, it seemed that he was wearing a white plain shirt from many years ago, just like the uniform he wore when he was a doctor.

At that moment, He Yu actually had the feeling of going back in time,

It seemed that he only needed to call out, "Thank you, Doctor."

The young Xie Qingcheng would raise his head, look back at him from the desk, and ask him indifferently: "What's the matter, brat?"

And as if to confirm his long-cherished wish, Xie Qingcheng heard the movement, and really looked away from the scroll as he did ten years ago, and landed on He Yu's face.

It's just not He Yu's looking down when he was a child.

Xie Qingcheng looked up at him and coughed lightly: "What's wrong?"

He Yu saw his left eye, which had lost its light forever, and the few streaks of gray in his black hair.

Xie Qingcheng is no longer the 20-year-old Long Zhang Feng Zi.

As if waking up from a dream, He Yu came back to his senses: "...it's nothing."

Gentle and lingering, reliving the mandarin dream is even more fascinating.When He Yu slept with Xie Qingcheng, he was a bit out of control, and occasionally he was nice to Xie Qingcheng, and Mandela's people were not surprised.Especially Xie Qingcheng has been a little sick recently.

So He Yu's behavior of bringing some medicine to Xie Qingcheng was not suspected, and no one criticized it.

He Yu is not a completely ruthless person, giving both kindness and power is what he will do, blindly torturing the old lover in his palm, on the contrary, it is more suspicious.

He went down to the kitchen and cooked a dinner himself.

If there is anything weak about the genius He Yu, it might be his life skills.

After so many years, Young Master He is still not very good at cooking.He tossed and tossed in the kitchen for almost two hours, but the things he finally brought were still unsightly.

Those dishes taste terrible, but they are nutritious. There are old duck dendrobium stew, American ginseng lily and fig pork rib soup, etc., which are all medicinal foods for nourishing the lungs. In addition, there is a casserole of stewed beef brisket with tomatoes and potatoes, which is Xie Qing. It is something that you can have a little appetite to eat when you are not feeling well.

"Where did you find the American ginseng?" Xie Qingcheng coughed a few times, flipping through the ingredients.

"I got it at the pharmacy."

"...Why are there pig lungs?"

He Yu: "Zoya raised her."

"She raises...these on the island?"

"She has a small farm here, and she has everything in it. And it's all natural and green food. She grows the land and feeds the animals."

Xie Qingcheng put down his spoon, no matter how green the food was, he couldn't eat something like pork lung.

And he feels a little subtle.

Zoya became a fugitive in the first place because she did some cruel experiments in the Chernobyl radiation zone. He really couldn't imagine the scene of such a person farming.

He Yu saw what Xie Qingcheng was thinking, and said: "Zoya actually doesn't like technology at all, she always said that when the Mandela metaverse is really realized, then she will go to farm. Do nothing, just be a farmer."

Xie Qingcheng: "...she doesn't like technology at all?"

"It can even be said to be hatred." He Yu said, "Although she has top-notch abilities in this area, I heard that her daughter died because of this. That was her only relative."

Xie Qingcheng fell into deep thought.

Seeing that he forgot about his health when he was talking about work, He Yu felt a little helpless: "You drink the soup first, okay?"

Xie Qingcheng didn't take it seriously: "That Zoya..."

"I'll tell you about Zoya's background carefully after you finish drinking, otherwise I won't tell you."

"..."

It is true that people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Xie Qingcheng had to drink a bowl of soup.

"Pig lungs are also eaten."

"It's almost done." Xie Qingcheng said, "I can never eat this kind of thing."

After speaking, he raised his eyes and crossed his fingers: "Go ahead."

"..." He Yu saw that he was really unwilling and couldn't force it, so he sighed, thought for a while, and said, "You have seen her daughter in the control room of the rapid cold light, right? It's the projected girl." .”

Xie Qingcheng recalled the little girl with blond hair holding a doll in the main control room, and now that she thought about it, that child's eyebrows and eyes were indeed very similar to Zoya.

He nodded.

"The scientists on the island don't ask each other about the past. We don't know why Zoya is alone and whether she has ever had a husband. But she once accidentally mentioned that her child was killed... She was in a certain place before. She worked in a private laboratory, probably because someone she trusted betrayed her. Zoya later became very cruel and selfish, she was a complete villain, but her purpose of doing evil was simpler than other people on the island, what she did Every experiment, everything invented, was designed to resurrect her child."

When He Yu said this, he also gave an example: "Actually, violent killing is a typical example. It was created by Zoya when she was trying to implant one person's consciousness into another person's brain."

"The girl in the control room of the rapid cold light is also Zoya's experiment?"

"That's right." He Yu said, "She is the embryonic form of the reborn person of the Yuan Universe. You have seen her and know how lifelike she is. She is like the person in Teresa Teng's revived image, walking back and forth, singing, or talking. But these are not programmed, but Zoya created thoughts using a part of her daughter's brain fragments she saved. You can see that her ideas are very simple, just a few repetitive actions, but she does give Zoya Ya brings great hope."

"..."

"Zoya's request to the organization is that after the establishment of the Mandela universe, they will give her daughter a physical body and let her return to her side, and then the mother and daughter will retire and return home. I won't be a scientific researcher anymore. The grandma promised her."

Xie Qingcheng: "Seeking skins from tigers, can you really keep your word?"

Because He Yu deliberately turned the range hood to the highest level when cooking, and it has not been turned off until now, and the two of them sat close to each other and spoke softly, so Duan Wen could not recognize what they were talking about from the surveillance.

He Yu said: "They have no choice but to trust her."

Xie Qingcheng seemed to have thought of something, and frowned slightly: "These scientists on the island, why has none of them tried to replace Duan Cuizhen...? Are they all willing to work for her?"

"Duan Wen has always protected Duan Cuizhen very well. Usually, only high-level people can see her. Recently, her body has become weaker and weaker, and even high-level people have easily disappeared." He Yu said, "And I have always felt that there is an unspoken secret among those high-ranking officials. It is that secret that makes them always willing to regard Duan Cuizhen as their leader without any second thoughts. It’s just that they have kept it from me so far. In addition, I have another It feels like the commander of the Dreambreaker is also investigating what the secret is."

"Then he found out?"

He Yu shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

Then he put the spoon down, stood up and said, "Don't talk about that, there is still something stewing in the pot, I'll bring it to you."

The last one turned out to be Chuanbei Sydney Cream.

Grated Chuanbei is placed in the pears that are stewed until soft. When the lid is lifted, there is a clear sweet soup in the bowl.

Xie Qingcheng raised his eyes and met He Yu's gaze.

"I've stewed it for a long time." He Yu said, "Drink it while it's hot."

After a pause, he continued:

"Don't waste all this like three years ago."

Xie Qingcheng broke up with He Yu three years ago. At that time, there was a cup of Chuanbei pear soup stewing in the kitchen. Xie Qingcheng didn't drink it, put on his clothes and left.

Xie Qingcheng lowered his eyelashes, looking at the pear soup in the bowl, the feeling of uncertainty dissipated like light smoke in his heart.Looking at He Yu's face after the light smoke, he just felt like looking at flowers in the mist. He tilted his head slightly and thought about it, but he wasn't sure if there was still a little bit of remnants in this pear cream, which belonged to the past. Infatuated and gentle.

Before going to bed at night, He Yu stretched out his hand from the quilt and turned off the bedside lamp.When he took his hand back again, there was something extra in his palm.

He did all this naturally, Duan Wen would only think that they were going to sleep through monitoring, and He Yu went to turn off the lights.

He Yu handed the things in his palm to Xie Qingcheng.

It was a very inconspicuous leather bracelet with simple decoration. He Yu directly clasped Xie Qingcheng's fingers, and put the bracelet on Xie Qingcheng's wrist without resistance.

"what?"

"Fengbo bracelet." He leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I just bought the materials this afternoon, and the modification I made will not be monitored by Duan Wen's equipment. If there is any situation... just like you before If you have a fever for a few days...you can contact me or the organization at any time."

"You wear it, I feel relieved."

When He Yu said these words, he kept tightly clasping Xie Qingcheng's hand.

At that moment, he believed that Xie Qingcheng also thought of an incident that happened between them a few years ago——

After He Yu fell ill once, Xie Qingcheng gave He Yu a special emotional monitoring ring, and He Yu kept that bracelet close to his body until he fell into the ocean in a shipwreck, and the bracelet followed suit. It sank into the sea.

"Don't lose it."

"..." Xie Qingcheng stroked the bracelet.

"Would you like to try it? I've tuned the channel."

There is a leather buckle on the bracelet, and that is the hidden headset.

Xie Qingcheng adjusted the headset and put it in the ear, and indeed there was the sound of Didi receiving the signal.The mechanical voice said: "The Fengbo system is activated, welcome to use it."

Xie Qingcheng gave an order at a very low decibel: "Go to the headquarters."

"Received. Connecting to the headquarters..."

After a few seconds, Uncle Feng really connected to the Huzhou headquarters again, and Xie Qingcheng heard the voice of the commander-in-chief that he had never heard these days: "Xie Qingcheng?"

Xie Qingcheng couldn't help but exchanged glances with He Yu first, and then responded to the commander.

The commander was very surprised. After the two chatted for a few words, the commander said: "He Yu has already told us about the matter, you should be cautious, don't take risks, save your energy, we have completed the value of the rapid cold light Decipher it, and you will be able to design countermeasures immediately, before that, you must stabilize the situation with He Yu, so that Mandela cannot find out the abnormality, understand?"

Xie Qingcheng: "...Understood."

His mood was a bit complicated. He thought that He Yu had told them countless times that Mandela Island was not so surreal, but because He Yu was a mental patient, the truth he said was not accepted by the headquarters.At this moment, Xie Qingcheng suddenly felt like a person standing outside a dream, but he couldn't wake up the people who regarded these illusions as real.

He has always believed that the truth is very important.

Now he finds that, in the eyes of many people, the truth is only what they themselves believe, and the truth seems to only be in the hands of so-called "normal people".Whoever is the mainstream is the absolute truth, and in order to protect everything they want to protect, they can only acquiesce to such social rules.

There was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The commander is still exhorting: "All this is very dangerous, but in the end we can always overcome..."

"Commander." Xie Qingcheng interrupted him suddenly.

The commander-in-chief paused: "What's wrong?"

Xie Qingcheng: "Actually, you should believe that this island—"

"You should believe that we know all the things on this island, so you don't have to worry." He Yu stopped his words.

He hinted to Xie Qingcheng not to speak any more with his eyes.

The commander froze for a moment: "It's getting late on Mandela Island, is He Yu by your side?"

Before Xie Qingcheng could answer, He Yu held his hand. He Yu squeezed his hand and wrote stroke by stroke in his palm: Don't tell me, I didn't tell him everything.

After all, being an undercover agent with a colleague so much that they have to sleep in the same bed every day, and they have to do fake shows for real, really turn the clouds upside down, this is not something to show off, and they really don't want to report such details to the headquarters.

Xie Qingcheng perfunctorily replied a few words to the commander, and ended the call.

"Why don't you let me prove your idea."

"They will treat you as a lunatic too." He Yu said, "Or think you have been brainwashed by me."

"..."

"You can't convince a dog that the world is in color. Of course I didn't mean the Commander is a dog. But I don't think it is necessary to convince them of this. Three years ago, Mandela's weapons were not so advanced , but now, human beings are no safer than robots. Those humans on the island who have been brainwashed and manipulated have all kinds of equipment and self-destruct devices on them, which are also very dangerous. Our ultimate goal is to destroy the island , At this point, it doesn’t matter whose cognition is correct and who is wrong.”

He Yu paused, and there seemed to be some gleam in the abyss in his eyes:

"I think that when they are all arrested, the Dream Breaker will know that I never lied to them."

The official business is over, and only private matters remain.

After a while of silence, He Yu asked, "Have you vomited today?"

Xie Qingcheng was still thinking about the communication with Dreambreaker just now, and after a while he said absently: "It's nothing, just once."

"Oh..." He Yu was thoughtful, and after a while, he leaned over to Xie Qingcheng and said, "Well, I actually bought some things back today."

"What?" Xie Qingcheng was still a little lost.

He Yu hesitated: "I'm just thinking, when we're acting, why don't we take safety measures..."

"Hmm..." Xie Qingcheng still didn't take it easy, and after a while, he came back to his senses, "What?"

He Yu showed embarrassment on his face: "In case you... I mean in case... if there is such a probability... In the current situation, I think it might be better..."

Xie Qingcheng couldn't tell whether he was angry or funny.

It's ridiculous that He Yu would want to take protective measures only at such times, and it's exasperating that He Yu actually believes such unimaginable things deep in his heart.

Xie Qingcheng was left speechless by him, while his thoughts were wandering, his father's temper came up, and he suddenly raised his hand to pinch He Yu's chin: "If you are really worried about this kind of thing, then I will be on top. "

He Yu: "..."

Xie Qingcheng is very masculine. In fact, just looking at his appearance, he has an ascetic and majestic temperament, dark eyebrows and straight lines, and his facial features are much sharper than He Yu. He is also broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. Dusheng is very manly and very attractive to girls or zeros. He is resolute everywhere, and there is really no reason to be inferior to others.

It's just that he is not very interested in this kind of thing, and he doesn't like to take the initiative, so he is more open-minded, so he has never argued with He Yu.

Until He Yu repeatedly felt that he might have a child, Xie Qingcheng couldn't bear it anymore, finally pinched the little bastard's chin, leaned on the pillow and said gloomily that he wanted He Yu to be there.

"Do you want it?" Xie Qingcheng's lazy voice carried a sense of oppression, "Anyway, Duan Wen can't see it under the quilt."

He Yu stared at him for a few seconds, turned over and pressed him down, clasped the man's slender fingers, and pressed them against the pillow: "This won't work."

Xie Qingcheng originally wanted to satirize him, but he didn't really intend to do so.But he didn't expect He Yu's reply to be so decisive.

This made the man who was once a husband narrow his eyes slightly: "Why."

He Yu paused, before bowing his head and kissing him to go to Yunyu together, ignoring the idea that Xie Qingcheng is only suitable for the following, he coaxed him in a low voice with a little rogue: "Brother, you look very powerful ,I fear pain."

Xie Qingcheng: "..."

Stupid people fight hard, and smart people show weakness.Flattery is also free to shoot when necessary.

Sure enough, when He Yu said this, Xie Qingcheng, who was used to taking care of others, couldn't answer a word, so he could only let He Yu kiss him, but he didn't see He Yu buried his face in his neck and kissed him. When he tilted his neck, there was a hint of a tricky smile in his eyes.