Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

I don't know what the man on the other side of the phone replied.

Belmode hung up the phone and threw the useless mobile phone aside.

The entire call lasted less than half a minute, and at the moment when the color of the stuck indicator light was flashing, the vehicle carrying the two of them rushed to the front of the straight road again.

The roar of the motor is deafening, but in contrast, the interior of the car is more oppressive than before.

"Sorry, BOSS, I gave the order without authorization."

Belmode spoke suddenly.

The blond woman looked solemn, and there was a flash of coldness in her eyes, but it was only aimed at the man whom she coldly gave instructions.

The only passenger in the back seat, and the only young man who could act as an audience, seemed to be really unconscious.

Most of his face was covered in abnormal blood, and the car window, which was getting more and more away from the light source, was dim, and his red hair, which should have been more vivid, was pulled into the darkness all at once, pushing him against the window sill.

Fragile and peaceful, it seems that there is no danger.

But Bermoder seemed to hold the steering wheel with his hands extremely hard, and a little bit of true emotion in his heart leaked out.

She is nervous.

Contrary to how many times she had joked about the BOSS before, Belmode had no intention of being careless at this time. She almost immediately explained her intentions, with a serious tone:

"According to your idea, this time will be a good opportunity."

"..."

no respond.

Belmode didn't have the idea of ​​letting go at all. Instead, it seemed that there was a bigger shackle imprisoning his throat, and he had the illusion that he would soon be unable to breathe.

She inhaled silently, controlled the vehicle to avoid the main road with increasing traffic, and turned into a small road with few people, driving fast but as smoothly as possible.

When that breath was about to be exhausted in the chest cavity.

"Ah."

The red-haired youth behind finally spoke up.

It's neither approval nor objection, as if acquiescing to this self-assessment.

Belmode knew that Qian Mu was not asleep.

In an environment where absolute safety cannot be guaranteed, and there are people around him who cannot be absolutely trusted, even if Qianmu's sense organs are eroded by high heat and his spirit is in a painful state between melting and collapse, he will never Allow yourself to lose consciousness.

Even if only Belmode is by his side now.

Even Belmode failed to gain his full trust.

Qianmu's usual voice is actually more of a soft type, just like the voice of a boy who has not yet been drawn by deep and heavy forces, but thanks to his almost emotionless tone and the quick cutting of the rhythm of his speech, the soft voice is basically inaudible. When it came out, it brought out a bit of coldness and clarity.

But at this time when the high fever was raging, his voice actually changed slightly - the ice cubes frozen outside melted, and the heart that was deliberately hidden inside flowed out.

I still can't say how "soft" this voice is, but he was a little confused after all, the end of his mouth that was supposed to be short was unknowingly prolonged, and it was a little more hoarse and magnetic.

"The previous gap between you will be resolved together this time."

As Qianmu said, the pain and dizziness in his temples made him pause for a moment, and then he continued: "Don't be so anxious...it's too dangerous, drive slowly."

"Yes, boss."

Belmod responded in a slightly relaxed manner, slowed down a little, and maintained a positive expression on the face, but the steering wheel that had been abused faintly revealed the turmoil in her heart.

——Obviously anxious and tense, but suddenly distracted by the cuteness of the boss's reaction?No, you can't think like that, be patient.

It's a waste of the acting skills of the big actress at this time.

Because after Qian Mu reluctantly finished those few words, he closed his eyes again tiredly, and didn't have the time to look through the rearview mirror to observe and analyze the disrespectful psychological activities revealed by her eyes.

With the passage of time, how uncomfortable Qian Mu gradually became, even if he were to describe it in detail, it would be hard to imagine without experiencing it personally.

The unscrupulous squeezing of the body since the long-distance running, overwork, incidentally, the hair was wet this morning and he forgot to dry it in time, and the moment he realized it, he packed it up and turned it into retribution, which was accumulated and returned to his body several times.

It was as if his whole body had been thrown into a fire. The fire unceremoniously burned the surface of his body first, then devoured the flesh and blood, and the bone remains spontaneously ignited into ashes under the pressure of high temperature.

The process of burning and melting was extremely long, and Qianmu seemed to hear the sound of gurgling in a trance. It was the blood in the blood vessels that was boiled and exploded in his brain clamoring, trying to destroy his reason.

Such behavior cannot be allowed.

Qianmu's left arm was raised at some point, and his five fingers gripped his right arm tightly like iron pliers. The sleeve that was separated had already been wet with sweat several times. Pressed down by the whitened fingertips so hard, they dug deep into the flesh.

The reason for choosing the right arm over other more convenient positions is simple.

His perception became very numb, whether it was pinching his thigh or other places, it didn't have much effect on refreshing his mind, only on his right arm, there was a bruise that was knocked out on the shower bracket early in the morning.

Qian Mu hadn't had time to lift his clothes to check what happened there, and of course he hadn't had time to apply the medicine, but since the wound still made him feel a dull pain, he could just take advantage of it.

He continued to stimulate his perception with pain on top of pain, and pressed it hard for a while, but unconsciously, there was still a very brief blank in consciousness.

It could be seconds, it could be minutes...

When Qianmu woke up suddenly, he found that the arm that was originally in pain had no pain at all. He didn't know whether it was due to excessive force or weakness. instruction.

This method has no effect.

Qian Mu's brows could not help but frown, and at the same time, cold sweat continued to seep from his forehead, sliding down his side face to his chin.

He resisted the desire to undo the two buttons of the clothes that bound his neck, and only slightly adjusted his sitting posture. His upper body, with half of his body weight on it, was tightly attached to the soft chair back, and his raised head was leaning against it. Neck braces, as if that way the cold air can pour more into the loose neckline, dissipating some of the heat fermenting orgy under the clothes.

Breathing only through the nose, it was already beginning to feel difficult. Qianmu endured it for a long time, and his numb right hand tried to pull the collar further apart several times, but he forcibly suppressed it at the last moment.

After several repetitions, his dry lips were slightly opened, but the hot air he exhaled was still lingering around his mouth and nose.

"...BOSS!"

Seeing Qian Mu's anomaly through the rearview mirror, Belmode's expression changed drastically, and the speed of the car that had just come down increased again. He only hated why the secret research institute was built so far away in the first place.

"fine."

Qian Mu closed his eyes, suddenly paused every word, but spoke clearly.

His consciousness peeled off from the twilight again like a flash of light, and he fought against the weak body that was dragging his legs back.

"It was my mistake. At that time, I didn't consider that...some of the ingredients in the medicine would cause rejection due to high fever."

"It should not be life-threatening, don't worry, it's not what you think."

Belmod was silent.

She was indeed concerned but confused, and a little overreacted.But from her point of view, her nervous reaction is completely understandable.

The physical condition of the BOSS is currently only known to Belmode within the organization.

There are two research projects that receive the most attention in the organization. They belong to two different research institutes. The authority settings are extremely high. The personnel of different research institutes do not know each other. Close surveillance.

One of the projects started more than ten years ago. Its core is to develop a mysterious taboo drug "Silver Bullet". Due to the sudden death of the research leader many years ago and the loss of research materials, the organization has been investing a lot of manpower and financial resources in these years. Continue, the effect of the harvest is not obvious, but it is still not abandoned.

The other project started four years ago. When the research team was formed, the researchers were only told that they needed to study a bizarre gene defect disease. If they couldn't find a cure for a while, they would give priority to the direction of life extension. transfer.

The researchers got top-secret genetic samples, and the identities of the defective patients were unknown, but even if it was for their own safety, they would not get to the bottom of it, they just worked diligently with extremely generous remuneration, and it was easy to watch them Peace of mind at the top of the organization.

This high-level person is naturally Belmode.

Although Rum and Gin are both high-level executives with her, all they can see is the information about "Silver Bullet". They know about the information about another project, but they don't have the permission to recall the information.

In addition, there is a secret research institute.

The third institute is far away from the urban area and is located in a beautiful suburb. On the surface, it is a high-end nursing home. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with lush vegetation, complete facilities in the hospital, and a clean and quiet environment. However, because the address is remote, it is not publicized. Although the conditions are excellent , but more like a private mansion.

During the first four years when Qian Mu came to this world, he basically lived alone in this nursing home, slowly adjusted his state with Belmode's company, and gradually integrated into the world.

The underground of the sanatorium is the real location of the research institute, and only Qian Mu and Belmode know the way of access.

During those four years, the project results and materials of two different research institutes were passed to Qian Mu through different channels, and he combined the two materials to finally formulate the medicine he could take.

Whether it is the ingredients of taboo drugs that have the effect of delaying his terminal illness, or the fact that the BOSS is terminally ill, once it leaks out, it will cause endless troubles, and it is understandable for Qian Mu to insist on doing it himself.

Belmode could see all the information about his illness, but she didn't deliberately investigate it, and only limited the information she knew to what she saw with her own eyes.

Qianmu concocted a semi-finished medicine that could temporarily prolong his life. When he tried to take it for the first time, Belmode was there.

At that time, Qianmu insisted on rejecting human samples. He was probably the only terminally ill patient in the world, and it would be meaningless for healthy people to try.

Belmode was anxious about this for a whole day, never taking his eyes off Qianmu's body for a moment, for fear that the untested medicine would suddenly go awry, which would lead to the life-threatening of the BOSS who tried it himself.

After Qianmu took the medicine, the effect was exceptionally good. He became visibly more energetic, and his weakness to the point of fatigue gradually disappeared. In less than half a day, he was able to get out of the sick bed and get up and walk by himself.

He and Belmode observed for a week, constantly monitoring the changes inside and outside the body. Finally, after careful and careful judgment, it was confirmed that the experimental drug was effective, no adverse reactions were found, and whether there were no sequelae at all, it still needs empirical observation in the future.

Yes, it's just "not yet", but Qian Mu and Belmode obviously let down their vigilance prematurely, and they didn't expect an unexpected high fever, which was so violent that it caught them off guard.

...Thinking of this, Belmode's beautiful face was shrouded in haze for a moment, and self-blame spread in her heart.

She couldn't let go of her mind, so she sneaked into the police academy easily, with the purpose of helping Qian Mu at any time and taking care of his body at the same time.

But this goal was not achieved at all. She was so negligent that she failed to pay attention to Qianmu's anomaly at the first time, and she was relaxed because the boss finally had some youthful vitality, and she even failed to stop the accident in time before it happened—this is Belmore. Germany's most intolerable mistake.

"Don't think too much."

Qian Mu seemed to have grasped the blond woman's mind in time, because of discomfort, the following words were very concise: "The speed of the car."

"...It's time like this, do you still have to worry about speeding?" Belmode didn't know what expression to make, probably all her helplessness was applied to the intermittently clear-headed BOSS, "Are you here?" In the car, I will not mess around, please trust my driving skills, no matter how fast I drive, there will be no accidents."

Qian Mu reluctantly lifted one heavy eyelid, and slowly uttered two hot words: "Danger."

Belmode: "...Okay, okay, I will slow down."

After that, Belmode was forced to drive against the upper limit of the traffic speed limit and drove the rest of the way.

Although the conversation was of great help in staying awake, Qian Mu didn't talk to Belmode again. After all, chatting while driving would affect the driver's attention, and there was also a big safety hazard.

Qian Mu tried his best to keep awake, and suffered dizzy and dizzy for an unknown amount of time in the dark, finally felt the slight vibration of the car body, as if it finally stopped somewhere.

The sanatorium in the mountains and forests has arrived. Originally, Belmode could drive here in one and a half hours by drag racing, but now it has been driven for almost three hours, and the sky outside is already dark.

Belmode drove the car directly into the garage next to the back door of the nursing home, and went down from the garage to the third basement floor, where the passage that needed a secret key to unlock was also hidden.

When she was going to open the hidden passage, Qian Mu pushed the door open and got out of the car.

After staggering for a while, his feet finally landed on the ground. The dizziness that had lasted for several hours improved a lot. Feeling the cool underground air, Qian Mu leaned on the car body, resting his forehead on the speculation that the reason for the previous pain was that besides In addition to the high fever and headache, there was another motion sickness.

The body's immunity has dropped a little bit. Sure enough, it is not the most embarrassing, only more embarrassing.

With the addition of countless debuffs, he can also clearly feel that his heart is as dead ashes, and he is so weak that he has been watched.

Therefore, when Belmode came over and proposed "I'll help you in", Qianmu had the idea of ​​breaking the jar, and accepted it silently without struggling.

"Kakaka."

Several rows of incandescent lamps were lit up.

The furnishings of the research institute are still the same as when they left last time. There is a faint smell of disinfectant in the air. The data racks that fully occupy the entire wall are arranged neatly, standing opposite to the precision instruments that seem to be suspended in time.

When Qianmu is away, Belmode will come to clean regularly, check whether the various machines can be used normally, and replace and replenish the medicines in the frozen medicine storehouse in time to ensure that they can be used at any time.

After entering, Bellmode opened the ventilation system casually, pumped out the stale air in the room and replaced it with new ones, and then hurriedly prepared the necessary equipment.

Qian Mu sat on the only seat in front of the instrument table, and almost instantly entered the state, rolled up his sleeves, and sterilized himself to take blood with one hand.

When he first took off the needle cap of the blood collection needle, his fingers began to tremble slightly uncontrollably. When the needle entered the vein in the middle of the elbow of his left arm, there were colorful flashes in his vision, and it seemed that not only Venous blood, and the color in his eyes that had tended to be vivid.

After taking a deep breath, Qianmu looked away, and the trembling of his hands barely stopped. After drawing out a third of the blood in the vacuum tube, he tried his best to pull out the blood collection needle smoothly, and pressed the cotton swab at the needle hole indiscriminately. The arm was clamped tightly, and the other hand took off the sealed blood collection tube, and put it into the instrument that Bellmode had activated.

In addition, there are other inspection methods, and Qian Mu followed the procedure as usual.

The already troublesome process became more and more difficult at this time, because he was still sweating unceasingly, his messy and wet red hair was pressed against his hot skin, the difficulty of breathing became more and more obvious, his face was astonishingly red, and his lips were It was frighteningly white, and the dizziness that kept coming up was barely stabilized by willpower.

Ever since Qianmu began to examine himself, Belmode became unusually quiet and didn't say a word.

Until the unbearable waiting finally passed, Qian Mu forced himself to compare the data, and the furrows between his brows seemed to be washed away by sweat, finally revealing a little relief.

"As expected...it's nothing, the rejection will disappear after the fever subsides."

Hearing this, Belmode immediately fetched antipyretics, but Qianmu shook his head slightly: "No. In my current situation, it is best to avoid the effects of other drugs, and self-healing is the best option."

"Self-healing... Is it okay to hold on like this?" Belmode looked solemn, and the ease that had just emerged disappeared.

"It's about taking a nap." Qian Mu said lightly, and stood up with Belmode's support, "Go to the lounge."

Belmode complied.

The lounge is in the research institute, separated from the laboratory by a wall.

Qian Mu sat on the single bed in the lounge, the clothes sticking to his body very sticky.

Although it was uncomfortable, he could only bear it for a while to prevent him from catching the cold. Qian Mu didn't lie down after thinking about it, and planned to just sit and make do for the night.

Belmode stood aside, apparently to keep watch for him.

She was about to fetch a cup of hot water for Qianmu, but when she reached the door, a voice made her stop.

"……and also."

The BOSS leaning on the head of the bed lowered his head, his red hair blocked his eyes and expression, his voice seemed to be lower than before: "If I don't wake up after a night... just inject me with that reagent."

Belmode's heart settled down with his words, and fell to the bottom.

Qian Mu said that he could no longer bear the power of other medicines, but before that, he mentioned the impromptu preparation of the medicine, the purpose of which was not disclosed to Belmode, but Belmode had guessed it in advance from his reaction What.

This is two-handed preparation.

If the high fever persisted for a long time, or Qianmu's poor health could no longer hold on, then in order to save his life, he had to adopt another method that left countless future troubles.

Belmode was unwilling to imagine this possibility.

Qian Mu didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. Between dying and staying alive but paying a heavy price, he could only choose the latter...Is that so?

"It's okay without injection."

However, he suddenly curled his lips slightly again.

"The judgment and choice are left to you."

"--what did you say?"

Belmode turned around suddenly, as if the thing she had been worried about for a long time had finally come, she couldn't help showing a little real expression, mixed with disbelief and unrepressed anger.

In order to let Qianmu have a good rest, Belmode turned off the light in the lounge. In the darkness, the eyes of the red-haired young man could not be seen clearly at the moment, but at least one could imagine that his eyes must be extremely calm, as if frozen After the silent lake.

Belmode's lips moved slightly, and she wanted to say something, but some movement from outside interrupted her.

"..."

The blond woman's emotions disappeared, and her dislike for the visitor deepened again.

She turned around and went out, and closed the door of the lounge, but it was not completely closed, leaving a small gap through which light could pass.

The identity of the third person who will come to the secret research institute at this time is very clear.

Qian Mu could probably guess what Belmode wanted Gin to come over.

The only two people who knew his true identity had disliked each other from the very beginning.

There is no concept of "companion" between them who also keep the secret for the BOSS, there is no tacit understanding, and there is no way to reconcile, although Qian Mu has never thought of mediating their relationship... In fact, there is no possibility of reconciliation between the two.

Because the root cause of Belmode's targeting of Gin is that Qianmu "trusts" Gin too much.

Four years ago, Gin was just an ordinary rookie cadre, and he hadn't shown any special features worthy of the boss's attention. However, after Qianmu scanned his name, the first thing he did was to promote him—directly promoted to the second rank of the organization. He also handed over all the important and chores involving the lifeline of the organization to him.

Although it turned out afterwards that Qian Mu's vision was astonishing and Gin was indeed very capable, Belmode still couldn't understand where Qian Mu's confidence in Gin came from.

In her opinion, there are countless villains in the organization, and ordinary bad embryos have no sense of existence, but Gin is extremely insane among them.

Meticulous, ruthless, taking pleasure in killing, and not bound by the so-called secular rules, this man is a complete lunatic.

Belmode always suspects that after Gin has obtained huge rights almost equal to the BOSS himself, sooner or later he will breed greed, no longer be satisfied with the status quo, and show the bloody teeth of the vicious dog to the BOSS.

So she stared at Gin's every move, and from time to time hinted at Gin's big move in front of Qianmu——Gin has killed people, set fires, robbed houses, threatened and lured you again in your name, Boss, do you know or not?

At the beginning, Qian Mu would explain that he knew that Gin would write up the application and send him an email before each action, and would also send him an email after the action, with a summary report organized in chronological order.

Later, he got used to it. It was very tiring to take time to go through Gin's report every day. After a long time, he learned to automatically block the hints from Belmode. Anyway, it was useless to explain for Gin. Those who should doubt should always insist on doubting.

Gin's reasons for hating Belmode are mixed. It's nothing more than that she thinks that this woman relies on the favor of the BOSS, treats others and does things adhering to the randomness of mysticism. From time to time, she has to do things for the BOSS to shirk tasks. Trying to catch his mistakes as a handle.

Her cover-up attitude is also very suspicious. You must keep an eye on her to prevent her from revealing the secrets of the BOSS.

These two confidantes who suspected each other of betrayal were really troublesome enough.

In the past, Belmode would never disclose the address and entry method of the secret research institute to Gin, but she did say it this time.

Because Gin has been doing a lot lately.

When Qian Mu was imprisoned in the police academy, he took time to look through the mailbox. Gin's latest report was that he was going to conduct an arms deal with the largest underworld organization on the island, the Mudang Society, and the amount involved in the deal was quite huge. Even Qian Mu, who never cared about anything, couldn't help but take another look.

He really believed in the loyalty of Gin who was certified by the script.

But the script is just a "script", and trust also has unknowns that cannot be ignored.

So, when he heard that Belmod ordered Gin in his name, Qian Mu didn't stop him.

If I remember correctly, on the application report sent in advance by Gin, the date of the transaction is today's night.

What choice will Gin make, and what will be his reaction after he learns the secret that he was not allowed to touch...

Qian Mu also wants to know.

"……hiss."

Suddenly couldn't help hissing lightly.

Memories and thinking consume too much energy, and Qian Mu always fails to learn well in this area, so he can only continue to lean on and be tortured by the headache that is doubled by dull pain.

but.

soon.

Dizzy and uncomfortable, he heard footsteps that gradually amplified.

Not far from the door, a familiar female voice greeted casually with a seemingly casual smile, "Here you are, Gin."

In the next second, Belmode's tone changed suddenly, and his disgust was undisguised: "How dare you come to see the boss with such a strong smell of blood?"

Even after driving here for several hours, the smell of blood has not completely dissipated.

It's hard to imagine how thickly it was stained.

"I didn't have time to clean it up."

This is a man's voice, gloomy and hoarse, as if a dangerous depression is brought out from the depths of the soul.

"Hmph, what's your goal for tonight?"

"It's resolved." The male voice brought the important transaction over, and quickly became impatient, "Don't waste time, Vermouth, what does the boss need me to do?"

"I didn't expect you to come here so soon. I'm really impatient. It seems that it's not appropriate to reprimand you for being negligent in details... Then."

in the lounge.

Qian Mu couldn't guess what Belmode planned to use to solve the conflict between her and Gin that had dragged on for four years.

He didn't make a sound and continued to listen.

"—Crack."

When this crisp sound appeared, Qian Mu almost subconsciously opened his eyes, and looked at the narrow light leaking through the crack of the door with a little astonishment.

Gin outside the door also seemed to be stunned.

After a while.

The male voice came again, but he sneered: "What does BOSS mean?"

"Do not."

With her back to the open door of the lounge, the blond woman in unidentified men's clothing was also smiling.

She raised the gun with one hand, the bullet was already loaded, the dark muzzle of the gun was unbiased, and the brim of her hat was lifted, and it was touching the silver-haired man's forehead.

"BOSS needs someone to test the medicine for him, so what do you mean?"

Qian Mu inside: "?"

He needs Gin to give him a test drug, why doesn't he know?

The high fever and headache were almost gone by Belmode's shock.

When Belmode faced people thousands of miles away, his smile was always ambiguous and unpredictable, so as to perfectly hide his thoughts.

Her threat at this moment is half-truth and half-false, which even Qian Mu would never have imagined.

At that time, Bellmode dialed the phone to Gin at the first time. It was a flustered behavior of Belmode when she was burning with anxiety, but it didn't affect her thinking of two purposes at the same time.

One is temptation.

Test whether Gin will hesitate or be decisive when faced with the unexplained call of the BOSS after gaining more and more rights and being released for such a long time.

Gin happened to be trading by accident, and Belmode just took advantage of the situation to add another layer of pressure to Gin's test.

If Gin comes decisively, then congratulations for passing the first trial.If Gin hesitates, or simply refuses, she will kill him mercilessly afterwards.

The second level of temptation is related to the second purpose Belmode originally thought of.

Qianmu has been taking life-sustaining drugs for several years. During this period, he has tried a variety of trial drugs. The rejection reaction is not completely absent, but even if there is, it has never been severe enough to the point of this high fever.

Belmode panicked, and instantly thought that if Qianmu's situation is extremely serious this time, and a new improved medicine with unknown consequences needs to be formulated, she will never let him take it first.

Knowing Qian Mu's identity, Gin, whose loyalty urgently needs to be proved, is the best candidate for drug testing.

At that moment, Belmode didn't think about others at all, and even decided that if Gin had the ability to refuse, she would put the barrel of a gun against his head, force him to swallow the medicine, and kill him with another shot after making sure there was no problem.

It's a pity that Qianmu's condition is not that serious, and she was so anxious that she forgot that it's useless for healthy people to try medicine.

Belmode was very grateful, but also very regretful that he gave up his original goal two... No, he was not willing to give up completely.

She happily arranged a second trial for Gin.

If Gin passed the first test but failed the second, the ending would still be regrettable...

--However.

"medicine?"

The silver-haired man repeated, but he ignored the very close muzzle of the gun, and looked past Belmode to the room with the door slightly open behind her.

Belmode deliberately tilted his head and smiled: "You don't need to know the effect of the medicine, you just need to know that this is the honor bestowed on you by the BOSS. How about it, have you considered it? Or do you want to replace it with someone else?" You? Given how much BOSS values ​​you... maybe they will be willing to give you a chance."

The two of them happened to stop by the work table. There was a glass of water on the table. Following Belmod's line of sight, there was a striking white medicine bottle beside the water glass. There was no written mark on the medicine bottle.

Gin didn't respond to Belmode's words at all.

As soon as he reached out his hand, the silver-haired man picked up the medicine bottle, unscrewed the cap, and poured out a white pill that was also invisible.

He didn't even look at it, and just threw the small pill into his mouth.

"Crack, click—"

What crumbled under the fangs of the beast was not so much a pill as the flesh and blood of a bloody prey.

He chewed slowly, swallowing.

In the end, the cold and sharp dark green pupils turned to Belmode, and the corner of Gin's mouth suddenly curved into an extremely mocking arc.

"Anything else?"

Belmod: "..."

The common antipyretics that were prepared for the boss but didn't come in handy were brutally ruined by this lunatic.

pity.In every way.

Belmode's hypocritical smile with a show nature subsided for a moment, and turned into a very perfunctory half-smile: "Congratulations, Gin."

Now that Gin's loyalty has been proved, she was a little surprised and bored and retracted the gun, and brought the glass of water that was originally poured for Qian Mu on the workbench.

"The real task is to protect the safety of the BOSS. We will spend the night here. Don't wander around, just find a place to stay."

Belmode didn't intend to let Gin into the lounge where Qianmu was, and he was about to dismiss him at will.

A slightly weak but calm voice suddenly came from inside.

"Gin, come in."

Gin ignored Belmode, and when he heard the voice, he stepped forward, the hem of the black coat blew a silent wind, and raised his hand to push the door into the room.

Belmode showed a bit of regret.

But Qian Mu had already spoken, and she would not disobey his words, so she followed in with a water glass.

In the room, it doesn't make much difference whether the lights are on or not. Qianmu's vision is gradually blurred, and his spirit is already on the verge of limit. All he sees are two shadows, one tall and one short.

"To make a long story short... tonight, I'll leave it to you. There is a sofa over there to rest, and you just need to take turns."

Qian Mu took a sip of water slowly, it was rare for him to say so many words of advice to his subordinates.

The tall shadow came to his side, and suddenly became shorter, as if it purposely squatted down to listen to his intermittent speech.

"Yes, boss."

The shorter shadow sat on the edge of the bed and carefully pulled the corner of the quilt for him.

"........."

Qian Mu paused for so long, just because he somehow felt that he still had something to say to them about a certain mood he couldn't explain clearly at the moment.

He tried to pick up the missed thoughts from the silence, but the speed at which he rubbed his temples became slower and slower, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and a high fever would indeed affect his memory.

He didn't even remember what he said in a low voice afterwards.

I only remember that before his thoughts were completely disconnected, he said the last sentence, facing Gao's shadow:

"Thanks for your hard work."

Without hearing the shadow's response, Qian Mu lost consciousness.

……

A night without dreams.