mayfly era

As soon as the two returned to the base, they saw Kujira standing up from the sofa, grabbing Chen Li's arm and running upstairs to the laboratory. She ran so fast on stiletto heels that even Dragging Chen Li staggeringly.

She said a lot while running, but Chen Li didn't express any objection, and his face turned livid when he heard the bong on the side.

"Must it be?" asked the smoking gun.

"I have to, I won't do this trick as a last resort, Lao Yan, be honest, if you are not honest, get out." Kujira pressed Chen Yue on a bed.

Unlike the cocoon bed, which is soft and lovely, this is an operating table for prosthetic limbs. The metal tabletop is cold and gloomy, and there is not even a piece of fabric on it.

Kuji opened the synthesis cabinet to get the medicine, and glanced back at Chen Li, "Take it off, let me pick you up in front of your boyfriend?"

Chen Li tilted his head and thought for a while, "Do I usually go out on missions shirtless?"

Kujira let out an "ah" and suddenly realized, "Forget, forget, then don't take it off."

Yan Qiang's face collapsed, "Brother and sister, you are too cruel."

"Give him your clothes," Kujira said to the bong.

The two changed their clothes. The difference in body temperature should have made people feel dizzy, but Kujira had already prepared the medicine, and a strange and pungent smell instantly filled the entire space, wandering back and forth like ghosts, and the smell made people's scalp numb.

Smoker's face and expression were even more ugly - he had just seen Kujira throw some metal shavings into the medicine.

The Witch of the Black Pool in the creation myth is far less terrifying than Ms. Kujira.

Chen Li casually stuffed some baggy clothes into the waistband of his trousers, turned his head and said to the pipe, "Go out."

"Don't spoil him so much," Kujira said, "it's not a man who can't see a little blood."

"Just lean over like this, don't lie flat." Kuji stretched out his hands to help Chen Li adjust his clothes again, muttering something as if he was preparing for something.

What she was reading was a set of regulations for the use of medicines. Before she finished reading, Kujira suddenly flicked her hand, and an iron-red solution slipped out of the medicine bottle.

"Fuck! Old Smoke!" Kujira screamed.

The medicine was blocked by the subconscious action of the bong, part of it was splashed on the ground, and part of it was splashed on his clothes. Thick smoke rose from the leather material, and the burning sound hissed, quickly scalding a large piece of the leather clothes.

Chen Li suddenly looked sullen, "Get the fuck out of here."

Smoker immediately raised his hands, "I'm not moving anymore, I'm really not moving, don't drive me out."

Kujira was still in shock, her face turned pale, "Damn it... I almost splashed it on your face."

"I'm just subconscious..." Before the bong finished, "Hiss—" a short and clear burning sound interrupted his words.

Chen Li gritted his teeth suddenly, his body arched uncontrollably, and the back of his neck made a shocking arc.

After enduring the initial burning, the second wave of pain came more violently. He endured it to the limit and slammed his fist on the metal table.

The countertop leaves a deep indentation.

"Can't the fuck just take an injection to stop the pain first?" Smoker asked in a muffled voice, feeling that he was about to die of pain.

"Are you going on a mission under the name of pain relief?" Kujira gave him a sideways glance, but still seriously explained to the smoker, "The degree of muscle contraction is different, and the shape of the wound is very different. I need to keep evidence images, otherwise he will be injured in vain. gone."

After finishing speaking, Kujira signaled the smoking gun to go out with her, "Give him some time to slow down."

Smoker nodded with difficulty, and followed Kujira out of the laboratory with great reluctance.

The two stood in front of the round pipe passage at the entrance of the laboratory. Kujira asked the bong for a cigarette, which he held in his mouth for a long time without smoking.

Smoker's face was tense and he remained motionless, showing that he was extremely anxious.

"I understand your discomfort." Kujira's voice was a little muffled because he was smoking a cigarette.

Smoking rubbed his face, sighed, he lit the last cigarette in his pack and stuffed it roughly into his mouth.

Perhaps this is also the last paper cigarette in my life.

He shook the empty cigarette case, and the sour and uncomfortable emotions filled his cigarette case again.

"Don't believe it, I understand your feeling, you are not the only one who suffers from falling in love with life." Kujira said again.

"I don't know what to say," Smoker smiled wryly. "I have many times not knowing what to say to him. I want to comfort him, but compared to everything he has experienced, my comfort... is too light."

Kujira squeezed his small fist and hammered the bong, "Silly! With Cy's personality, he can listen to you, but you still don't understand?"

Smoker tasted the bloody sweetness in Kujira's words.

They have been trekking for more than 20 years in this world paved with thorns. Outsiders seem to have forged a body of steel and iron, but in fact they are just flesh and blood with scars.

"Old Smoker, I can't smoke your cigarettes for nothing. Let me tell you a secret." Kujira quickly smoked cigarettes one after another. She had a charming little woman's face, but she was a vigorous prosthetic engineer.

"Yeah." Smoker nodded.

"Crows like cy." Kujira looked up, and through the experimental glasses, her gaze was cast into the distance.

Smoker frowned slightly, "I know that."

"Because of this, I don't like Cy very much." Kujira continued.

"Crows like cy and you...you like crows?" Smoker was a little surprised, but felt that it was indeed the case.

"Well," Kujira bit her cigarette, her eyebrows furrowed tightly, "but it's not because of love that I hate her white moonlight."

"Then why are you?"

"I can't tell," Kuji stretched out his hand and asked the bong to suppress the smoking can. "He saved the crow back then, and the crow has been in his hands for the rest of his life. I don't care if he was trying to be a hero or what. He didn't bring the crow back whole, both physically and mentally."

Kujira has always spoken directly, but such a statement is too cruel, and this matter should not be blamed on Chen Li, his voice trembling with smoke, "...he should give you the body Drag it back."

"He might as well drag the corpse back to me!" Kujira also lost her temper, her voice shrill, "Do you know what it's like to have three prosthetic surgeries on someone you like? You know what it's like to see her so mutilated that she's almost impersonal." ?"

"There is no kindness on the battlefield. So many people have died and injured so many people. Is she the only one special?"

"In my heart, she is special, can't she? Damn, can't she?" Kujira's voice was tinged with tears.

"Kujira, this is entirely between the two of them." Smoker calmed down first, "Why don't you ask the crow what he thinks?"

Kujira snorted coldly, turned her head to the side, her eyes were red, "I can't ask."

"You can ask the crow whether you want your life or your legs," Smoker said calmly, "There are thousands of mistakes in this matter, and Chen Yue shouldn't be blamed."

Kujira took a deep breath, "I've kept these things in my heart for more than three years, and they've been stored in my mind like garbage, fermented and rotted... I almost forgot what it looked like at the beginning, if I don't talk about it, I'm going to Invent something else for it."

"Listen, but don't cry after listening." Kujira's always crisp voice became hoarse.

"I'll do my best," said Smoker.

"In the Pisha war zone, the crow injured her right leg when she was captured, and injured her left leg and arm during the escape. Cy carried her out of the rain forest. I don't know how he dragged her body like that... Master Hei Tell me that he crawled back and was covered in blood, and the crow was about to lose its legs at that time, so they rescued the crow first."

The smoker suddenly turned pale.

"Almost, almost both of them were lost. If it wasn't for the crow that suddenly woke up and desperately asked Master Hei to go out to see Cy, you should have buried your baby now. Then the boss took me there. Master Hei hadn't closed his eyes for three days. In the town The young doctor I found couldn't bear to commit suicide, and if I go later, Master Hei will also lose his mind."

"At that time, there was no protein thread, no muscle adhesive, Master Hei used clothes thread soaked in alcohol, that's why the scar on his stomach was so scary, that's why it had to be burnt to pieces today, otherwise anyone would be able to see it, What surgery did he have?"

The smoking gun opened its mouth.

Kujira wiped her face, wiped off a piece of lipstick, said fiercely and choked up, "Don't interrupt me... Crow, after she wakes up, no one will touch her leg again, because she knows There are only two doctors, and she can't take care of cy... You don't understand my mood at the time, gouging out the flesh with a blunt knife, swallowing molten iron mouthful...I could have saved her leg! I could have saved it!"

"Calm down." Smoker's expression turned completely numb. He should be angry at Kujira's statement, but he didn't feel angry, only a painful emptiness remained.

Kujira buried her face in her hands, took a few deep breaths, and said in a deep voice, "I know, I can't blame him, I saw him at that time, he was covered in injuries and couldn't stop He vomited blood, because of primitive dependence, that is, because of primitive dependence, he had to risk melting all the gonads, otherwise he would not survive, all of us gave him blood transfusions, he was for the crow, for us... Maybe he didn't expect to survive."

"But the rescued person will always owe him. Do you understand Lao Yan, the crow will always owe him, a girl is missing arms and legs and lost the person she likes, and she watched the person she likes the most being executed." Kuji When La said this, he let out a deep breath, "She has suffered no less than Cy!"

"Kujira, you know, lovers are always partial." Smoker said calmly.

Kujira smiled bitterly, "At least you waited for a response, my silly girl has been involved in it all her life."

"Chen Li rejected her, it's not like you don't have a chance."

"If a person saves you with his life, and this person happens to be your favorite, what will you do?"

"Then I may also dream about it for the rest of my life." Smoker said honestly.

"Ah."

"But it's mainly because he's my favorite," Yan Qiang smiled, "You have to pay back the grace of saving your life, it's not that you have to love someone for the rest of your life."

Kujira gradually regained her composure. She reached out to take off the experimental glasses, rubbed her red eyes, and then sighed, "If I don't say these things, I will suffocate to death."

"I think of my baby, he is strong and kind, there is no other one in the world, and I have been involved in it all my life." Smoker smiled, his eyes full of distress.

Kujira sighed, with tears in his eyes, "...I really envy you."

Smoker shook his head, "Don't envy me, you can't bear it."