Wife is not divorced

The voice of No. 63 was like that kind of old-fashioned radio. It fumbled and stuck for a while before uttering a sentence: "Compensation?"

Chu Chisi nodded with a serious look: "Well, you have to make it up to me."

She reached out and touched No. 63's forehead, and No. 63 subconsciously closed her eyes, her long eyelashes drooping obediently, like a golden retriever puppy with drooping ears, allowing her to rub it.

"My first aid kit was originally prepared for the end of the world, but now the alcohol bottle is smashed by you, what if the zombified virus suddenly breaks out?"

Chu Chisi said: "When the time comes, all the ground will be infected with the virus, and we will hide in the safe house, so there will be no alcohol to use for disinfection."

number 63:"……"

What the hell is she talking about?

Seeing the bewildered face of No. 63, Chu Chisi sighed and rubbed her head again: "Why don't you talk?"

No. 63 was silent for a moment, and said, "I don't know what to say."

A few strands of brown-blonde long hair were scattered, resting on the blood-stained forehead, slightly covering No. 63's drooping eyebrows and eyes.

"When I was young, I obviously talked a lot, and I could talk about all kinds of weird things for a long time."

Chu Chisi rubbed her: "I'm not used to talking so much suddenly now."

Her hands are so warm, and her movements are gentle and gentle. When listening to her voice, the bottom of my heart will always warm up, and there will be a warm current that makes people stunned.

Maybe it's been too long.

No. 63 has long forgotten that in fact, touching does not necessarily hurt or bleed, but it can also be such a gentle and reassuring feeling.

【I want her to touch me more. 】

Such an idea popped up from the bottom of my heart, it couldn't be described in specific words, it was hard to express, it was a little... weird, and a little strange.

Number 63 curled up on the table legs, shrinking herself even smaller.

The long brown blond hair was stained with blood and covered with a thick layer of snow. It was a little damp at first, but was slowly dried by the indoor heating, and gradually became dry and soft.

The hand covering her head dropped, and turned to hold No. 63's face, pinching the soft flesh with its knuckles, and said, "You ignore me."

No. 63 looks angular, thin and pale, but in fact there is still a little flesh on the cheeks, which are soft when pinched.

Chu Chi thought to himself.

No. 63 was pinched obediently by her, her light-colored pupils looked wet, and she said with some difficulty: "I didn't ignore you."

"Just...just..."

No. 63's voice was hoarse, and he sighed: "It's just that I shouldn't be alive, and I can't appear here—the fact that you saved me is itself a mistake."

It was a suicide attack, the dropship had left, all six team figures were buried in the snow, and she shouldn't be that exception.

Chu Chisi asked, "Why not?"

Number 63 felt like she was a child again, overwhelmed by one of her "what is a fairy tale" question: "Because... I should die on a snowy mountain."

Chu Chisi looked puzzled: "But your current physical condition is not bad. As long as you take care of the wound, the probability of survival is 80%."

No. 63 was dumb: "But..."

"It's nothing but," Chu Chisi cut off her words, "I threw all the instruments on the snowy mountain and carried you back after a lot of effort. I'm not here to listen to your death."

Number 63 was silent for a moment.

Chu Chisi stared at her seriously, under her fierce "offensive" and silent questioning, finally No. 63 couldn't hold it anymore:

"...Because of monitoring."

No. 63 said: "All military dogs will carry a miniature bomb and positioning equipment, which can detonate themselves if necessary, and die together with the enemy."

Chu Chi thought thoughtfully: "Is it the collar around your neck?"

No. 63 was stunned: "Yes."

Chu Chisi was very calm: "Touch your neck."

No. 63 stretched out his hand to touch it, but suddenly found that it was empty under his hand, and the black metal that was originally buckled on the neck had disappeared without knowing when.

She panicked immediately, and was about to stand up staggeringly, but was pressed down again by Chu Chisi: "What's the hurry?"

"Chu Chisi! That device cannot be dismantled casually!"

No. 63 clutched her shoulders, and almost shouted this sentence: "Once you try to dismantle it, the bomb will detonate immediately! We will all die!!"

Chu Chisi was very calm, and nodded her forehead.

"Don't worry," Chu Chisi said, "but the two of us didn't die, so we're still here, aren't we?"

No. 63 reacted belatedly, the hand holding the shoulder loosened, and looked at her blankly: "Yes."

"That positioning device is too crude," Chu Chisi said, "I dismantled it in 5 minutes, and sent a 'detonated' signal to your base by the way."

number 63:"……???"

As he said that, Chu Chisi turned away and let No. 63 take a look at the small desk not far away. Sure enough, the black collar had been "cut into eight pieces":

Metal sheets, screws, circuit boards, connectors, chips, wires, etc. were all sorted and placed in small piles, neatly arranged in a row.

number 63:"…………"

How could she have forgotten that the person in front of her was the only daughter of Dr. Chu, who grew up in the research institute.

In the eyes of Chu Chisi, this machine that restrains countless military dogs and controls their lives may not be enough at all.

No. 63 suddenly seemed to be discouraged, sat down on the cold ground, and smiled ironically at himself.

Also smiled at the dead figures.

She stroked her forehead in distress, and when she raised her head, she met Chu Chisi's clear eyes.

"... Compensation, what do you want?"

Number 63 spoke slowly, his voice extremely indifferent.

"I can kill for you, no matter what your identity, status, gender, it's the same for me."

Chu Chisi said, "I don't need you to kill someone for me."

No. 63 glanced at her, and the light-colored pupils seemed to say: "Then why did you save me after so much trouble?"

Chu Chi thought for a while, and asked No. 63 an unexpected question: "Can you cook?"

number 63:"……?"

After a moment of hesitation, she said, "Yes."

When performing tasks, they often need to disguise their identities, dancers of all kinds, eloquent elites, and virtuous and gentle servants. They need to be unique, integrate into the surrounding groups, and win the trust of the target person.

No. 63 is indeed a chess piece, a chess piece that is good enough, powerful enough, but controlled by others. No. 63 originally thought that Chu Chisi thought the same way.

Who ever thought that she seemed to only want to find a cook. .

Thanks to the first-aid kit, No. 63 took care of her injury briefly, pulling out the fragments swiftly and closing the wound with needles and thread.

The smell of blood spread all over the room.

Thick, thick, breathless.

Chu Chisi tiptoed out to help her fill the water, the small water basin poured one basin after another, and disappeared into the sewer mouth mixed with scarlet.

She kept looking at herself frowning, not knowing what she was thinking. No. 63 tied up the gauze, then turned his head away, deliberately avoiding the other party's sight.

No. 63 was already ready to sleep on the floor, and she was not picky, as long as she had a place, she was dragged up by Chu Chisi and pushed onto the soft bed.

The other party spoke plausibly, talking about a lot of wound care knowledge that he had just read in the paper, then squeezed No. 63 and lay down beside her.

No. 63 curled up, the wound was still faintly painful and bleeding, but the bed was clean and tidy, and her soft breathing fell on her ears, like a tiny fluff, and she was pillowed softly by herself.

Numerous painful lessons and experiences have taught No. 63 that you cannot fall asleep, and you should always be vigilant.

But she was really sleepy and tired, so she slowly closed her eyes.

When I opened it again, it was already dawn.

Chu Chisi thoughtfully brought a small plate over and asked her, "Do you want breakfast?"

On the plate were two thin slices of bread with a slice of lettuce and a slice of ham sandwiched between them, without any pretense at all.

No. 63 picked up the sandwich and chewed it slowly. The bread was cold and the meat was cold, which made her frown: "Do you usually eat this?"

Chu Chisi nodded: "Yes."

She herself had an identical cold sandwich, and while biting into it, she told No. 63 about the current situation.

The two are currently located in the base of the scientific expedition team in the corner of the snow mountain. Chu Chisi is the team leader, or the main person in charge. There is also a deputy team and several students who follow the instructor.

As for why a tall and indifferent blonde woman suddenly appeared in her room, her explanation is:

"You just say that you are a resident nearby," Chu Chisi advised her, "I am very familiar with the mountain roads, and I hired them to help."

I don't know if it's because the scientific research team is simple, or if everyone just sees through and doesn't say anything, but everyone has a good acceptance of this "guide" who suddenly appeared, and they didn't ask too many questions.

No. 63 recovered from his injury for a few days, and his Alpha physique made Chu Chisi so envious that he even took a computer to record it.

Needless to say, the matter of differentiation still has a certain degree of randomness.

Dr. Chu swore back then that she could differentiate into an Alpha, but it turned out that she hadn't escaped that elusive probability.

However, since the end of the war, thanks to Admiral Tang Yiqi's admiration for pheromone control training, the influence of different genders has been suppressed to a minimum. Except for very few special occupations, all genders are equal.

For example, an Alpha with a very high level of differentiation and strength approaching that of an admiral squatted expressionlessly beside the small stove to make soup for her.

The snow-capped mountains are freezing cold, and God knows where No. 63 caught the rabbit. Under the horrified eyes of everyone in the scientific expedition team, she skinned and deboned the rabbit, and threw it neatly into the pot to make soup.

Chu Chisi watched from the sidelines the whole time, squeezed over and poked No. 63 on the shoulder, "You are so amazing."

number 63:"……"

The fire light was reflected in her cheeks, making her look thinner and more distant. No. 63 didn't say a word, but just added some spices to the pot.

Chu Chisi poked her again, "What did you add just now?"

No. 63 withdrew the knife from her waist. Her waist was extremely thin, with beautiful curves, and there were various hidden weapons tied around her.

She tossed the knife with a sharp edge, "...you don't seem to be afraid of me at all."

Chu Chisi looked up at her, puzzled.

"They gave me a nickname before," No. 63 waved the knife casually, "it's called—"

"Mad dog."

A dog that knows how to bite, is violent and ferocious, and has already fallen into madness.

"I think this title is very interesting and suitable," No. 63 turned to look at Chu Chisi with a gloomy expression, "Isn't it?"

Chu Chisi looked her in the eyes, and rubbed her head casually: "It's fluffy, it does look a little like a puppy—but I respect you very much, and I won't shout like that."

number 63:"…………"

This person didn't understand at all.

The tip of the knife sank into the tomato, and the juice gushed out. No. 63 threw the vegetables cut into small pieces into the soup, and spooned a bowl for Chu Chisi.

Chu Chisi took it happily, "Thank you."

number 63:"……"

Chu Chisi was sitting at the table, looking at the documents on the tablet, while stirring the soup with a porcelain spoon, she sipped it, she looked a bit like a hamster.

No. 63 crossed her arms, sat beside her, folded her straight and slender legs, and looked in Chu Chisi's direction from the corner of her eye.

It was just a bowl of the most common vegetable soup. Seeing that the other party drank it with gusto, No. 63 was a little puzzled, and asked in confusion, "Is it delicious?"

Chu Chisi nodded affirmatively: "Well, it's warm and tastes very good."

"Before you came, I ate the same kind of sandwiches," Chu Chisi explained, "Although the nutritional content is similar, it's too cold."

Number 63 asked, "Why not do something else?"

Chu Chisi said, "I can only do that."

She answered quickly and calmly, and looked very serious. Looking at her pair of black grape eyes, No. 63 suddenly wanted to laugh.

"...Puchi."

No. 63 turned her head, covered her lips with her hands, and was about to get up and leave, but was dragged down by Chu Chisi.

She froze for a moment, caught sight of him unexpectedly, Chu Chisi's eyes brightened, and said, "Are you laughing?"

Number 63: "...No."

Chu Chisi pushed her wrist away, and poked her cheek with her fingertips, where it was soft, and when she touched it, it sank a little like snow.

She nudged No. 63's cheek, and she moved a little closer, a strand of hair hanging down her neck, emitting a faint fragrance.

Number 63's body stiffened, and his breathing paused.

Chu Chisi got closer and said seriously: "You are beautiful when you are not smiling."

She pushed her cheeks with her fingertips, and suddenly smiled: "However, you look better when you smile."

His brain exploded with a bang, and was torn apart by these few words. Number 63 was completely stuck, and a little blush floated on his cheeks: "I..."

Chu Chisi withdrew his hand and sat back, but No. 63 was still frozen in place, her long brown-blonde hair fell down, covering her reddened ear tips.

Thoughts were in a mess, No. 63 was absent-minded, crumpling a few tissues so they were about to pill.

In the end, the culprit was still drinking soup leisurely there, and asked casually, "Why are your ears so red?"

No. 63 gripped the paper tightly: "..."

"I'm a little hot, go out for a while." No. 63 stood up expressionlessly, and quickly disappeared from sight.

She said she was "going out for a while", but actually disappeared for several hours.

Chu Chisi was worried about whether the golden retriever puppy (Jia Chuzi) had abandoned him and ran away when the door was knocked three times and then pushed open without a sound.

The black backpack covered in snow was thrown to the ground with a bang, and No. 63 leaned against the door, rubbing his knuckles awkwardly: "I went back to the snow mountain."

"Your backpack, and that mess of instruments," No. 63 said bluntly, "I dragged them all back."

Her throat was a little dry, No. 63 swallowed, and was about to speak, but Chu Chisi suddenly rushed over, pressing her slightly cool fingertips into his palm, holding her firmly in his hand.

"...Lizi, is this a farewell?"

Chu Chisi looked at her and held her tighter: "Don't go."

No. 63 wanted to shake her off, but he didn't dare to use too much force. He could only let the other party drag him, looking a little anxious: "What a farewell, let me go."

"Those things are thrown away, and they can be remade when they are gone. It's very simple," Chu Chisi tugged at himself, "Don't go."

Her hands are very soft, but they are not as soft as cotton, but they are used to holding pens and various tools, so they are flexible and strong.

Number 63 froze, but still shook off her, "I told you not to touch me!!"

She roared fiercely, her light-colored pupils were slightly condensed, like that kind of amber covered in mud, cloudy and muddy.

Chu Chisi looked at her, making No. 63 uncomfortable, took two steps back, and squeezed his knuckles.

There were two muffled "clicks".

No. 63 was half a head taller than her. When she looked down, the shadow was under the hood, and there was a strong sense of oppression.

With a cold face, she said word by word: "People who are too involved with me will have no good end."

Military dogs can be replaced at any time. After so many years, the other numbers of the sixth team have changed countless times, but the number 63 has always been her.

It was... that's how it should be.

But Chu Chisi wasn't afraid of her at all, rather, she had been having difficulty understanding what the so-called "fear" felt like.

The soft fingertips first touched No. 63's wrist, then slowly slid across the phalanx, and gently covered himself on the back of her hand.

No matter how many steps No. 63 took back, Chu Chisi took no more steps towards her, her soft palms pressed against No. 63, tightly.

"Me too," she said softly.

His fingertips slid across his palm, and then he took her two fingers and squeezed her tightly.It's like the fire in the research institute a long time ago.

No. 63 hoarse: "..."

Under the thick gray dust, Li Zi held her hand and ran on the mountain road. Wherever he looked, there were scenes he had never seen before.

"My biological mother was burned, my partner was arrested. And now my best friend wants to leave me."

Chu Chisi let go of her hand, then hugged her from the front, warm breath fell on her neck, trembling and shivering.

"Pear, I've always been alone."

She said softly: "I have no relatives, and no friends. It's hard to find you now."

There was a faint fragrance on Chu Chisi's body, which smelled like clean snowflakes, branches and leaves, surrounding him without any cover.

No. 63 has never experienced such a tormenting moment in her life. Behind her is an extremely cold wall, but there is a warm person buried in her arms.

cold and hot,

Hold her down and don't let her go.

Chu Chisi leaned on her, with a soft voice: "Don't go, stay with me for a while, okay?"