wife who doesn't lie

The once prosperous central city has been under martial law for three days. Rows upon rows of high-rise buildings stand like a fortified steel forest in the lonely world. The roads divide the city veins and have horizontal and vertical emptiness. Only occasionally one or two wild dogs pass by in a hurry. It was filled with a doomsday-like silence. After a while, several military vehicles passed by, breaking the tranquility, and the faces of the soldiers printed on the windows were solemn.

A building in Area B was surrounded layer by layer. Soldiers with guns went up layer by layer, and finally the conference hall on the highest floor was kicked open.

A strong stench and a strong smell of blood rushed towards him. In the hall of hundreds of square meters, the huge picture of the Passion of Jesus, the cross bound his limbs, and under his warm gaze, the ground was scattered all over the place. Several people were lying on the ground, motionless, only one person was sitting on the main seat, holding a highly decomposed male corpse in his arms. A weird smile.

A soldier wearing a gas mask stepped forward to investigate. After a while, he came back and reported, "Sir, the target is dead."

The leader of the action team put away his gun and frowned, "Take care of the scene and report to the base immediately."

"Yes!"

Outside the glass canopy, a group of white doves passed by, unknown to the world.

As early as the beginning of the virus outbreak, the monitoring system of the Special Intelligence Service had obtained certain clues. The military's action was fast enough, but it was still one step too late—the virus developed too fast, and all levels of the Federation were caught off guard.

The biggest impact of the outbreak of the virus is the panic of the entire society.

Huo Yan ordered Wen Mo not to go out, of course he was aware of Wen Mo's temper, he finally took out that set of alpha airs very rarely, "I will never let you take risks."

He persuaded with soft and hard, "Don't worry, I have ordered people to take over the orphanage, and they will be well taken care of."

As the head of the military who has all the sources of information, he understands that the degree of danger of the virus is always greater than what has been disclosed.

However, Huo Yan already knew in his heart that this deeply twisted Omega would never change his decision. What made him even more disturbed was that he had already realized that, to a certain extent, he had completely lost control over him. He is destined to reap the fruits of his own life.

That night, Wen Mo injured a bodyguard, escaped the guards, and rushed to the orphanage overnight.

Knowing everything, Huo Yan angrily smashed the office furnishings to pieces. With a dark face, he called his secretary and ordered a special operations team to be dispatched immediately to assist Wen Mo, and asked the person in charge to report to him every 12 hours. Report to the orphanage.

After finishing the order, Huo Yan sat on the sofa all of a sudden, extremely depressed.

After 5 minutes, he called the person in charge again and ordered the report to be changed from 12 hours to 6 hours.

The virus has broken out in the orphanage.

The entry and exit of the orphanage was strictly controlled. Before the specific medicine against the virus came out, the most effective way to deal with infectious diseases in human history was isolation.

The staff in the orphanage have a high rate of virus infection, which is a drawback of the collective living environment, not to mention that they are all Omega children with the weakest resistance, and even the situation of the teaching staff is not optimistic.

Under the planning of the hospital doctor, the largest auditorium was temporarily set up as an isolation area, and a large number of sick people were housed here for unified care, but there were too few available manpower who were not infected. When it arrived, the chaotic order was finally barely maintained.

After a busy night, Wen Mo, who was wearing a heavy chemical protective suit, returned to the dormitory tiredly. The staff at the door immediately took out the spray gun and sprayed disinfection on him up and down. Wen Mo was finally able to take off the chemical protective suit. Clothes, he dragged his tired legs back to the lounge.

Walking to the bed, he lay heavily on his stomach, the phone slid on the side of his face vibrated, Wen Mo picked it up, "Hello."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, as if waiting for him to speak.

"Huo Yan," Wen Mo said softly, as if complaining, "I'm so tired."

The other party's voice was very low, "Go to sleep."

It seemed that there had never been any disputes, it was a very ordinary conversation.

After that, Wen Mo didn't say anything, but he didn't hang up. The call time passed by minute by minute. Wen Mo was really sleepy, so he grabbed his phone and fell asleep amid the sound of alpha's breathing.

In a daze, Wen Mo dreamed again, dreaming of that dark, damp, musty-smelling cabin, the sound of the tide piercing through the ship planks dully, they followed the breath of the sea, rising and falling between the sky and the earth.

Wen Mo woke up after three hours of sleep. His chest was very congested, and he felt a slight coolness on his cheeks. When he touched it, he didn't know when tears flowed, but he obviously didn't feel any sadness at all.

The door was gently pushed open, and Cheng Fan, who also looked tired, walked in. He saw Omega sitting beside the bed. The morning light came in through the window after five o'clock. Wen Mo hung his thin shoulders, looking Going up is very lonely.

Cheng Fan stepped forward, and he whispered, "Sleep a little longer, there are enough people."

But Wen Mo had already put on his clothes, and he tore off the new chemical protective suit and put it on. Cheng Fan sighed, as if he had expected it, and stepped forward to carefully glue the seal for him.

On the way to the auditorium, Wen Mo saw Qiao Qing, who had been missing for a long time, riding on the fence, sick.

He was very thin, his eyes were blue, and he held the dirty canvas bag in his hand. When he saw Wen Mo, he pursed his lips aggrievedly.

"I'm in so much pain."

After saying this, he vomited a mouthful of blood and fell from the fence to the ground.

Wen Mo rushed over and hugged him.

Qiao Qing was infected, and her skin was covered with bruises—the disease had reached the fourth stage.He is like an insecure child, shivering in Wen Mo's arms. He has such a prickly head, and he has never looked like an Omega, but this is the first time he has shown such a weak expression.

"Dean... the outside... is too scary..."

"Yeah," Wen Mo stroked his clumps of hair, smoothing them out bit by bit, and he said gently, "We won't go outside, but stay here, the dean will protect you."

Qiao Qing smiled, as if he was finally relieved, he buried his head gently in Wen Mo's arms, and closed his eyes calmly.

Wen Mo sat there like a sculpture.

The alpha military doctor who rushed over hurriedly took the flashlight in his pocket and shone in Qiao Qing's pupils. He sighed and said softly, "Ma'am, he's gone."

Wen Mo didn't seem to hear, and still hugged him like that.

In the eyes of the military doctor, the dead child was simply a large source of pollution. He was not afraid of being infected. After all, he has not received any cases of S-level alpha being infected. He is more worried about Wen Mo, even though he wears the current performance The best chemical protective clothing, but any high-tech cannot guarantee a zero probability. If there is any mistake in the wife, then he, as the leader of this team, must be finished.

The military doctor was sweating profusely.

However, before he could continue persuading him, Wen Mo had already let go of Qiao Qing, and said calmly, "Collect it, and deal with it according to the aftermath procedures."

Wen Mo stood up and walked towards the auditorium as usual.

The auditorium has become a purgatory on earth, with moaning and crying one after another.

Things seem to be getting worse.

"Ma'am, it's too dangerous here, you can't stay here." An alpha wearing a heavy chemical protective suit stepped forward to stop him.

Wen Mo could hear his own breathing, heavy and heavy, and the transparent eyepatch was covered with a layer of water mist.

An Omega child lay on the edge of the bed and vomited a mouthful of blood, and soon fell down on the bed dejectedly. His wandering eyes gradually condensed on Wen Mo, and he actually recognized Wen Mo, as if he had caught the last one. Life-saving straw.

"Dean...I...it hurts so much..." He sobbed and cried, "It hurts so much..."

The blood at the corner of his mouth was flowing stickily, but after a while, those childish eyes lost the last gleam of color, and fell completely silent. A medical staff stepped forward. Not long after, he put away his stethoscope and shook his head .

Wen Mo pushed away the alpha who was blocking him, and methodically picked up the child and put it into the body bag.

In the next few days, Wen Mo kept sending away one Omega child after another. Those dying children kept asking him for help, hoping that their dean could relieve their pain. They looked at him longingly,

"Dean...help me..."

"It hurts……"

"Dean...it hurts..."

"Help..."

"help me……"

But Wen Mo had nothing to do.

He watched pair after pair of familiar eyes lose their color, carrying one after another omega children into the body bag.

They used to be so fresh, running around in the sun, no different from alpha and beta children, how could they wither away so easily one by one.

Wen Mo thought, how could I let them wither, they were all fine.

He couldn't stop himself from resting, and his spirit was always in a highly tense state of stress.

Cheng Fan, who had already realized that Wen Mo was abnormal, found him, "Wen Mo, you have to rest, it's not your fault."

Cheng Fan understood this feeling of guilt that way.

But Wen Mo shook his head, "How could it not be my fault."

"I failed to protect them," he said.

"I can't even do that well."

His voice became lower and lower, and the end of his eyes softened, like a child who did something wrong.

"You've done a good job." Cheng Fan broke down in tears, as if comforting him and himself, "Wen Mo, listen to me, we... have done a good job."

Wen Mo didn't answer him, but stood up again, someone stopped him, Wen Mo's eyes were full of sternness, he took out the Browning and pointed it at the person who blocked him, the person's pupils widened and swallowed Swallowing, raised his hands and retreated, he immediately called the base.

Half an hour later, Huo Yan broke in in person, holding the Omega who was already at the peak in his arms, Wen Mo was trembling all over, and looked at Huo Yan with incomparable resentment.

"Why are you standing still!" Huo Yan roared.

The doctor beside him immediately stepped forward and injected Wen Mo with a sedative. After a while, Wen Mo's body softened in Huo Yan's arms, and Huo Yan took him back.

Wen Mo's whole body was hot, and through the heavy protective clothing, Huo Yan could still feel the thrilling heat.

Huo Yan already had a premonition that something was wrong, his eyes were horrified, and he immediately sent Wen Mo to the hospital. When the doctor reported the news of Wen Mo's infection to him in fear, Huo Yan kicked over the trash can on the spot. The trash can sank deep into a hole.

Huo Yan thought bitterly, how could he pamper him!

How could he indulge this twisted Omega to deal with this matter.

Huo Yan was extremely anxious, and panic hit him like never before.

That night, several experts flew to the hospital from all over the night to conduct a consultation for a distinguished Omega.

Undoubtedly, to them, this person is more important than this wide-ranging disaster, because Mrs. Huo's identity and the totalitarian man's extreme care for him made these top medical elites unable to slack off.

But obviously, there is always an upper limit to human capabilities, and this sudden virus really makes them helpless.

After three days and two nights, Wen Mo finally had a long sleep on that white hospital bed.

When I woke up, it was early morning, the gray and white curtains fluttered slightly, revealing a little sunlight, and the crisp birdsong was full of vitality.

Everything is so peaceful.

Wen Mo looked back from a distance and landed on the LCD screen in front of the bed. The little boy on the screen had a pair of round and watery eyes. Seeing Wen Mo wake up, the corner of the little boy's eyes curled up, showing a smile , "Momo, you're awake."

Although various data currently show that this virus has no effect on S-level alphas, Huo Yao is a child after all. To be on the safe side, he can only be allowed to meet Wen Mo in this way.

He straightened his upper body, "Dad said he can't disturb your sleep, I'm very good, I didn't make a sound at all."

Huo Yao's eyes are very round, with curled eyelashes, and there is always an innocent look in the past. Wen Mo likes it very much. Of course, he has already ignored how similar the eyes in front of him are to him.

He wanted to reach out to caress him, but the cold screen blocked him,

Wen Mo's hand stopped in mid-air, and he saw patches of pink bruises all over the back of his fair hand, like plums that had fallen all over the ground after snowing. This is a typical mid-to-late stage symptom of viral infection.

Wen Mo slowly put his hand down and took a deep breath. He felt a sense of relief. The fact that he was infected with the virus with the children made him extremely relaxed.

So he happily looked at the child who was still looking at him through the screen happily, "Have you eaten yet?"

Huo Yao nodded, and then showed him the half-finished ship model. "I do it by myself."

"What a smart baby." Wen Mo smiled. He adjusted his posture a little, and used a comfortable posture to watch the alpha child on the screen assemble the remaining components.

He just looked at it like that until he fell asleep again.

I don't know how long it took, but when Wen Mo woke up again, it was already dark, only a small lamp was lit in the ward, and the screen in front of the bed was turned off.

Wen Mo shifted his eyes and looked out of the dark window.

There was a sound at the door, and an alpha in military uniform walked in. His face was full of exhaustion. He just came back from the command center. Several riots broke out in the central area today. The situation must be controlled in time to avoid the situation. After the meeting in the middle of the night, he came to the hospital immediately.

He walked to the hospital bed, stretched out his hand and squeezed Wen Mo's face, "Everything is stable in the orphanage, you just take care of it."

His tone was relaxed and determined, as if Wen Mo just had a cold.

But before he came in, he had lost control and kicked the desk in the dean's office. The expert who was over fifty was frightened and turned pale. "Sir, we can only do our best."

Wen Mo didn't speak, but turned slightly sideways.

"You seem to be very tired." Wen Mo looked at him lazily,

"It's tired." Huo Yan lifted the quilt and went to bed.

Wen Mo didn't stop him, and even stepped back to make room for him.

Huo Yan held him in his arms, and pressed his head between his necks. Under the warm quilt, their bodies were tightly attached to each other.

Wen Mo drowsily immersed in the familiar warmth, "You are not afraid of infection."

"What are S-class alphas afraid of?"

Wen Mo snorted, Huo Yan hugged him tightly, "Why, don't you believe me?"

"Believe, it's just jealousy." Wen Mo said bluntly.

Huo Yan smiled softly, hugged him tightly, and pressed his thin lips against his forehead.