mayfly era

There was someone hanging outside the window, with one hand hanging on the external pipe, the other hand was greeting him.

It was a tall, handsome man, and even with his messy hair and a lot of stubble on his chin, he was handsome and charming.

T rolled the window open, his hands were shaking slightly because he couldn't wait.

As soon as the sealed window was opened, a familiar smell mixed with the smell of blood and a beast rushed in. T took a deep breath, and he felt the sleeping parts in his body suddenly awakened, and his brain excited uncontrollably.

The man climbed in through the window, sat down on the sofa familiarly, stretched out his hands to straighten his messy hair, and then slumped on the sofa to adjust his breathing.

"Why don't you go through the door?" T took the potion, unbuttoned his clothes, and frowned when he saw the wound.

"I want to try... the way you walk every time you come to see me." The man said, his voice was soft and low, which did not match the appearance of a swinger.

The smell of smoke and gunpowder on the man's body was mixed with the strong smell of blood. His left shoulder was pierced, and huge blisters bulged beside the wound. It was obviously scalded.

Seeing such a serious injury, T felt that his shoulders were also aching. He tried hard to cut the clothes on the man's body with a not-so-sharp iron piece, but the cloth and the wound were very sticky, and they might have grown together.He didn't have any painkillers at home, so he could only tear open such a terrible wound.

The man seemed to be aware of T's emotions, and he leaned close to T's lips and kissed lightly. His lips were unusually cold, and T couldn't help but tremble with fear.

He held the man in his arms, and carefully treated the wound on his shoulder. Gas alcohol disinfected the wound, which could slightly melt away the scabs, but it would undoubtedly irritate the wound strongly.The man nestled obediently on his shoulder, and the airflow he breathed was slightly cool.

"What is this...?" The man stared at the diaphragm on the back of T's neck.

"It's nothing," T said casually, "It's for stiff neck."

"Why don't you tell me the truth anymore," the man's weak voice made him look pitiful, "If you don't want to say it, forget it..."

T grabbed the corner of the rag, and while the man was distracted, he became ruthless, and the whole rag was torn off, along with the scalded flesh on the wound. At the same time, he only felt a pain in his shoulder, "Fuck...young master!"

The man was sweating coldly from the pain, T could feel him gritting his teeth and twitching unceasingly, the man's vague voice rang in his ears, "No...don't say dirty words..."

"Now you still care about me." He was angry and funny, he hugged the man and lay back on the sofa, the man's teeth were still embedded in his flesh, but he didn't feel the pain anymore.

The man seems to have been running around for a long time, and his body and spirit are extremely exhausted and weak. The most serious wound on his shoulder has gunpowder/powder left in the wound. This must be a very old gun, which is hard to see in Central City.At the same time, the Central City expressly prohibits the weapons held by civilians, and all weapons must be registered-then the range of people who can use such firearms is very narrow.

T couldn't help but think of the silver-haired man who was always by Chen Li's side. He looked like someone who could play with this kind of gun.

"Baby..." The man opened his eyes at some point, loosened his teeth, and asked weakly, "Is there any smoke?"

"You know I can't afford such a luxury." T said, suddenly remembered something, took out a cheap cardboard box from the backpack thrown on the ground, opened it, and put a lot of light brown boxes in it. Yellow slender strips.

"Champagne sugar is used in the store to attract customers. The boss gave me a big box. You can eat some. The sugar can replenish some energy."

But the man murmured, "Hmm... don't move, I'll cover you to keep you warm..."

"Don't be coquettish, you're not young anymore." T broke off the candy stick, stuffed half of it to the man, and took the other half in his mouth, a sweet taste filled his mouth, accompanied by the slightly intoxicating aroma of wine .

The man chewed the candy in his mouth quietly, and said softly, "I want to sleep, I'm so tired these days."

"Well, I'll help you to the bed." T re-locked the window and door, then helped the man onto the bed, and lay down beside him.

The two leaned on each other, and in this troubled world, each found a little bit of warmth and peace of mind.

After all, this era is really too bad.

T was awakened again, but this time because of a nightmare.

He dreamed that Master Mei's body was mutilated and died in a heavy rain. The severe heart palpitations and fear made him wake up suddenly, and he immediately went to look for the people around him.

Seeing the man sleeping peacefully next to him, T breathed a sigh of relief.Perhaps it was the faint smell of blood that always lingered in his nose that made him have nightmares.

It is rare for him to fall into a trance, which is a state that omega often have. It is called "primitive dependence disease" in pathology, and it will bring some symptoms such as dizziness, trance, and heart pain.

This is a very mild inherent disease, but it will kill some extremely fragile omegas. T is not fragile, on the contrary, even if his level of mental power is not much lower in alpha, but the primitive dependence still does not let him go.

T couldn't fall asleep again, he looked at the people around him, and complicated thoughts grew and spread in his mind.

In the twilight of dawn, Young Master Mei gradually woke up.His wound was still inflamed, his low fever made him mentally exhausted, and his handsome face was frighteningly white.

"Your injury, I haven't seen anyone use this kind of gun/powder gun for a long time." T got up and put on his clothes, and was about to send Young Master Mei out. "Who did the Mei family offend?"

"It was me who went to some dangerous places." Young Master Mei smiled slightly, and his tiredness made his smile more gentle.

"Why do you still go when you know it's dangerous?" T couldn't help frowning.

"I have some things to do, and it was the person's request. It's not the first time I went there, and I'm already familiar with it. The injury this time was completely accidental." Young Master Mei explained patiently.

"Well, if you need me to do something, just tell me."

Young Master Mei kissed T affectionately, "For example, take care of yourself."

"You too, take care of yourself." T kissed back with some reluctance.

After sending off Young Master Mei, T had time to sit down and sort out the recent events slowly.Everything he saw, heard, and trivial memories were stored in his mind, which made him feel a little annoyed.

These things are all in his mind, like a movie chip, watching it from the beginning to the end, the incidents seem to be connected, but they are independent, he bit the champagne candy a little irritably, the candy stick stuck in his teeth There was a creaking sound.

***

At night, the city suddenly changes its appearance, and many stores that are closed during the day begin to light up their signs. Recently, lighting manufacturers have launched a new energy-saving device with glass texture, characters that change and update like running water, and do not need to be plugged in. It was vigorously promoted by G.

In this era, as long as it can save energy, it is a good thing, no matter how much danger and pollution it will bring.

A silver-haired man was leaning against the side of the car to smoke, and there were a few more electronic tickets on his car window. Unfortunately, this thing could not restrain this lawbreaker who went his own way.

"Coming?" The silver-haired man greeted T when he saw T.

"Mr. Smoker," T came over, "Why are you standing on the side of the road, isn't the store open yet?"

"I came out to get some air, but the ventilation device inside was broken, and someone was making an open flame, and I felt choked," said the smoker, looking him up and down, with a playful smile on his face, "You look good, ah The face is full."

T wasn't angry at Smoking Gun, but smiled, "Why, Mr. Smoking Gun still envies my lack of sex life."

The smoking gun casually pressed the butt of the cigarette on the window glass. It was a kind of high heat-resistant glass, so it didn't even leave any traces, but it scalded the electronic ticket.

"I'm envious. I used to stay in the wild for a year or two. I couldn't eat meat, and I didn't even take a sip of soup. The first thing I did when I entered the city was to 'find a restaurant'." The smoking gun twitched the corners of his mouth. The next good impression, the more rogue the better.

"Is Boss Chen not coming today?"

"No." Smoker's eyelashes moved slightly. He had deep and beautiful eyes with thick eyelashes. At first glance, he looked like a yellow-white mixed race, but with silver hair, there was a high probability that he could not be a purebred.

T nodded, and the smoking gun was sensitive to notice that T squeezed his fist slightly, which meant that his mood was fluctuating, it might be anger or worry.

If it is anger, it is worth pondering.

"Mr. Smoker, do you know of any place in town that sells saltpeter?" T asked.

Hearing the word "saltpeter", Smoker frowned, "What are you doing?"

"My house's sewer system is not very good. I bought it to fry it."

"Hahaha, don't blow up the building," Smoker laughed a few times, but his eyes turned cold immediately, "Come on, let's get to know each other, boy, who are you?"

T didn't avoid those extremely cold and sharp eyes, but went up to meet them, and said calmly, "I don't have another name, just T."

Smoker didn't question this joking name, he just wanted to know T's body hidden under his poor skin, "Are you a survivor of the 'reformation camp'? Or...you are also a 'lobbyist'."

Without waiting for T to answer, the smoker suddenly picked up T's collar and pressed him against the car door, "I know you're not a weak omega, but luckily I'm not a fucking gentleman either."

T's toes were already off the ground, and the feeling of suffocation in his throat was getting stronger and stronger, but he didn't change his face, and sneered, "No comment, Mr. Grumpy."

At this time, a sharp whistle from a distance tore through the noisy streets at night, and a black wheeled robot rushed to the side of the two of them like a bird of prey, while continuously making sharp whistles.

The robot voice repeated quickly, "Fighting is illegal, please show your identity information! Fighting is illegal, please show your identity information! Fighting..."

The face of the smoking gun suddenly darkened, and he raised his hand and slapped T on the face, cursing, "I've been messing around with others behind my back all day, don't you want to be shameless? You've been married for so many years, you did it behind my back How much? Fuck, tell me!"

The robot was silent for a moment, and after a while, it changed into a female voice, "Ah, harmony between husband and wife is the most important thing, no matter what, let's talk first, if you can't do it, you can get a divorce. It's always bad to use violence .”

"Shut up!" In line with the principle of full play, Smoker spat at the robot and dragged T to the side alley.

"If necessary, you can contact the Bureau of Gender Relations, and we will provide consulting services. I wish you a happy marriage!" The robot performed its own program on the spot, chattering endlessly.

"You really have some talent for acting." T rubbed his face.

"Shut up." After the farce just now, Yan Qiang became more irritable, "If you don't want to continue to be beaten, just tell the truth."

"You are domestic violence." T teased.

"I'm sorry, I'm naturally short-tempered. I'm not in the mood to deal with you. Master Mei is not a great person in my eyes. You think you can do Tai Chi with me because of him, huh." The pipe was lit again. A cigarette, and his eyes glowed in the smoke, irises were amber and gray, not the eyes of a purebred.

"How about we make a deal?" T smiled slightly, "I have a few coordinates in my hand, you should be interested."

Smoker quickly understood, he could not lower his voice, and the words seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth, "The coordinates of the 'reformation camp'?"

"I know three," T said, "I also have three questions, what do you think of this deal?"

"How can I verify whether your data is true or false?"

"Credit verification. The bar is my shelter. I can't escape. I'm an omega. Boss Chen gives me some protection and knows all my information, including my ID and my residence. It's very difficult for me to escape. , I have to live."

"Okay, then you can ask, if I can answer, I will tell you." Smoker's temperament is very straightforward.

"Stretch out my hand, and while I listen to your answer, I write down the data in your palm. I believe you still have this ability." T said.

"The first question, why can Boss Chen help me solve the problem of estrus?"

"He got your concubine's pheromone." Smoker said bluntly, and at the same time memorized a series of numbers in his palm. He knew that this was probably the coordinates of a city called "Yun" in the eastern border area. He still needed to check the specific address.

When T heard this answer, he couldn't help but be surprised. He confirmed that Master Mei would not have a specimen of pheromone circulating outside, so it could only be a synthetic pheromone.

——Synthesizing pheromones not only requires mastering all the identity information of a person, but also requires very advanced equipment. In other words, this technology can clone cells, which is highly illegal.

Boss Chen actually has such ability, or the organization where Boss Chen belongs to actually has such ability.

"Second question, who is using fire/powder to make guns recently?"

Smoker replied without hesitation, "I don't know."

The finger that wrote the first two numbers stopped, "Then let me change the question, how many hunter organizations are there in this city, and where are they?"

"More than 500...some of them are hiding in the dungeon." The second half of the sentence of the smoking gun is made up, and it is also to test the depth of t.

Through the question of saltpeter, he already knew about T's recent interaction with the dungeon, and the recent chaos in the dungeon has something to do with this little guy?

T nodded, and wrote down another string of numbers, "The last question, I want to keep it for now."

Smoker frowned, he didn't like this kind of trickery.

"If you want to go to the dungeon, I can throw you down." Smoker threatened.

"I'm not that stupid," T smiled. "However, if possible, can you tell me how far the dungeon has developed? I know the boss is very familiar with the dungeon."

"Is this the third question?"

"of course not."

"Then you'd better go and see for yourself." After the bong finished, he rolled the paper cigarette in his hand against the rough wall to extinguish the spark, and then threw it into his own cigarette jar.

He was obviously about to leave, at this moment, T suddenly raised his hand and waved to the right eye of the smoking gun——

His fingertips were close at hand, and the right eye of the pipe didn't flicker at all. He quickly grabbed T's hand, twisted it hard with his backhand, and T let out a heart-piercing wail.

"Sure enough, you can't see with your right eye..." T held his dislocated shoulder and took two steps back, his small face was pale, but he continued to ask without fear of death, "For a person like you, why don't you make a bionic eye?"

Smoker didn't answer him with his mouth. Fist is better than mouth when facing a brat, so he beat T violently and walked away, leaving T squatting on the ground with his hands on his stomach and grinning.

T secretly swore in his heart that he would never mess with this old man again.

But doubt took root deep in his heart.