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No. 63 still stayed. Not only did she diligently and conscientiously serve as a "snow mountain guide" to help lead the way for two whole weeks, she was finally brought back home by Chu Chisi.

It is more appropriate to use the word "laboratory" to describe it as "home".

No. 63 followed Chu Chisi into the house, and frowned as he looked at the piles of neatly arranged instruments and wires around him.

Chu Chisi handed over two handfuls of silver metal and stuffed them into her palms: "Take it."

No. 63 paused and said, "Is this for me?"

Without looking back, Chu Chisi fiddled with her computer: "Well, these are the keys to the laboratory, corresponding to the first and fifth lines of defense."

"In addition, you have to add your iris, voiceprint, and fingerprints to the background."

number 63:"……"

It's really solid.

At this time, neither of them could have imagined that a stray cat would break into such a strictly guarded laboratory later and mess up a lot of documents—but that's all for later.

Chu Chisi was typing something on the computer, and No. 63 walked over. She looked at the two keys in her hand and shook them with five fingers together.

It is cold and hard, and when it penetrates into the skin a little, it will spread a thin pain.

"...You trust me that much?"

No. 63's icy voice sounded in Chu Chisi's ear, "Why do you think Dark Star puts shackles on all the military dogs?"

Because of the [power] of military dogs,

With its own [uncontrollability].

There was a hint of warning in her sentence, she thought she was covering it up very well, but in fact her breathing was trembling slightly, revealing the little thoughts in her bosom.

Chu Chisi stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at her, and made No. 63 stay where he was with just one glance.

"If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it as early as when I forced you to cook every day," Chu Chisi said, "It won't be delayed until now."

number 63:"…………"

Sounds reasonable what to do.

She stood there awkwardly, stuck behind her like a piece of wood, didn't speak, just twiddling her fingers.

There were some footsteps in the ears, Chu Chisi stood up at some point, walked around her side lightly, looked at her with watery eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Lizi, your ears are so red."

Rou Nuan touched the pinna with her fingertips, and caressed it affectionately, as if a small electric current penetrated into her body, making No. 63 stiff involuntarily: "I, I..."

Chu Chisi withdrew his hand, "Huh?"

No. 63 only felt that the tips of his ears were hot, and his palms were also hot, with a thin layer of sweat in his hands, and he couldn't speak clearly: "I-I didn't."

Chu Chisi was a little dazed: "Nothing?"

number 63:"……"

No. 63 gritted his teeth. He really didn't know whether this person did it on purpose or not.

You can say she did it on purpose, but she doesn't really seem to understand, you can say she didn't do it unintentionally, but these small actions are extremely provocative.

It's like throwing people on fire.

Chu Chisi stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, seeing that No. 63 was standing there, he couldn't help being a little puzzled: "Lizi, don't you want to sit down?"

Number 63 asked, "Where should I sit?"

Chu Chisi pointed to the sofa not far away.

Number 63 hesitated for a moment, then sat down on the sofa silently. She lowered her head and clasped her hands, looking very obedient.

So she was rubbed on the head.

No. 63 raised her head in astonishment, and saw Chu Chisi came to her side at some point, with her hands covering her long hair, slowly rubbing her up and down.

His cheeks were inexplicably hot.

No. 63 pursed her lips, her eyes looked fierce, but her body remained motionless, letting the other party rub her: "What are you doing?"

Chu Chisi withdrew his hand, and instead tapped her cheek, poking the soft flesh into a slight depression: "Lizi, don't you like it here?"

No. 63 was stunned for a moment, and his voice became softer: "No, no."

"Then stay with me for a while, I will take care of you," Chu Chisi looked at her with a soft voice, "It's just like when I was a child."

Number 63 clenched her hands, her heart beating faster.

She opened her mouth and heard her own voice coming from far away: "Then what do I need to do?"

Chu Chisi's eyes lit up, and he began to list them one by one with her: "Actually, there are not many, just help me cook, occasionally make a small cake, and occasionally borrow an instrument from the laboratory next door..."

When she spoke, she didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but she got a little closer.

The warm breath fell on the side of the ear, rubbing against the thin layer of skin, it was so subtle, but it was a bit scorching.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to," Chu Chisi added, "I have money, we can go out to eat every day."

As she said that, she stretched out her hand, and poked No. 63's waist in a wicked way.

Little strength, a little itchy.

No. 63 paused for breath, and for the first time there was a bit of obvious helplessness in his voice: "Why are you poking me?"

Chu Chisi remained silent, and poked it a few more times.

In fact, No. 63 has a slender waist, and the skin under the fingertips is soft and tough. It feels very good in the hand, and it makes people tickle. I always want to touch her more.

"I remember when you were young, you were very ticklish," Chu Chisi withdrew his hand and muttered, "It seems that you are not afraid now."

What is this, an experiment?

No. 63 couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm afraid now, but because of the training, I will always endure it."

It's okay if she doesn't say anything, but as soon as she said it, Chu Chisi became interested, and the fine touch stroked along her waist, crawling like a bug.

Number 63 was taken aback for a moment, but before she could react, she was already pressed between the sofas, her body was sunk in the soft cushions, and Bai could be seen looming when she raised her head.

Her whole body was stiff, and she was in a state of confusion as to where to put her nimble and nimble hands when killing people, so she could only clenched into fists and cuddled obediently by her side.

Chu Chisi still kept a certain distance, but this distance was almost negligible to No. 63.

The soft fingertips rubbed against the clothes around the waist little by little, and the rustling sound of the fabric fell on the ears, which was deafening.

"Wait, don't-stop scratching!"

Number 63 hurriedly begged for mercy, blushing all the way from her neck to her ears, her eyelashes drooping, and her voice was weak: "Itches, it's really itchy, I can't take it..."

There was a chuckle of "puchi" in her ear, and a thin air flow slid across her cheeks, stirring her loose hair.

In fact, Chu Chisi seldom smiles, maybe it's a habit brought out from the research institute, most of her have a rigid expression like a robot.

But when she smiles, her thick eyebrows and eyelashes will be curved, and a small dimple will appear on her cheek.

No. 63 looked up and saw her leaning beside him, her smile was soft and sweet.

"I'm sorry, I won't mess with you." Chu Chisi pursed his lips and smiled, "I just want to make sure."

Number 63 was still a little dizzy, and thought for a long time, "What does she want to confirm?", but she still couldn't figure it out, so she simply didn't think about it. .

Chu Chisi is a person who has no material desires, and has very low requirements for the quality of life. In a word——

It is very good to feed.

Out of professional habits, No. 63 observed her life and routine, only to find that the other party had no rules at all.

It's okay to stay up late all the time, and she still clings to not getting up in the morning, talking about her silver instrument all day long, and even forgetting to eat when she is serious.

No. 63 was seriously suspicious, how did the other party survive before picking him up?

In this regard, Chu Chisi argued: "Our Academy of Sciences is like this. We are locked in our respective laboratories on weekdays, and only go out to eat when we have physical needs."

number 63:"…………"

Is there any difference between living in prison and living in prison?

Still, days in the lab can be a heaven and a hell compared to time in training camp.

It's like in the research institute when I was a child, there were no blades, wounds, and gunpowder smoke, only warm food and bedding, and there was a soft person who always liked to nest in the sofa.

She likes fluffy things, and always likes to wrap herself in a blanket, press her electronic pen against her lips, and stare at the layers of codes on the computer in a daze.

She hates going out, and she doesn't like interpersonal communication. Some people are cold and unapproachable to her. In fact, she is just afraid of saying the wrong thing, so she is too lazy to speak.

Her life, her center of gravity, her thoughts, always seemed to revolve around this weird machine, and she even tried to fall asleep directly next to the metal several times.

No. 63 just pushed it a little, and Chu Chisi came up in a daze, wrapped his hands around his waist, and hugged himself in his arms like a doll.

The laboratory is very quiet, and the equipment emits a faint blue light, which flickers on and off like breathing.

No. 63 was kneeling on the ground, holding a sleepy person in his arms, his warm body was close to him, his arms were loosely wrapped around his side, and the touch was indistinct.

The collar was opened leisurely, and a small piece of cheese-like skin on the back of the neck was exposed in front of the eyes, and the light blue meridians could be vaguely seen.

she to herself...

It is really undefended.

No. 63 was silent, and quietly hugged her a little bit tightly, breathing lightly into her arms, the warmth within reach.

In the silent laboratory, the silver-white instrument glowed with a metallic cold light, reflecting her drooping face.

Those were a pair of empty, gray, lusterless and colorless eyes, and they were lowering their heads at this moment, staring at the person nestled in their arms.

Among the many military dog ​​rules, there is a very interesting instruction, that is: "Complete the task at all costs."

No matter what method is used, no matter how long it takes, no matter what price is paid, the assigned task must be completed.

Only to succeed, not to fail.

The desire and ambition that No. 63 thought she had forgotten, but was dormant in her bones, was quietly flowing deep in her heart at this moment.

At first, just want to stay with her.

And then ah, more and more desires, and the desire never ends, she wants more intimate, closer touch, she wants to control and possess, so that——

Dark Star taught her how to control herself, and told her that military dogs should not have desires, so she watched the shackles shatter bit by bit, and watched the boundless greed swallow her up.

No. 63 lightly wrapped her arms around her shoulders, and slowly tightened her arms. She could kiss Chu Chisi's forehead as long as she lowered her head a little more, but she didn't.

She just lowered her head, smelled the faint breath on her body, and then slowly tightened the five fingers holding the cuff a little bit.

When Chu Chisi woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in the laboratory cubicle, covered with a thick quilt, surrounded by warmth.

She remembered that she fell asleep next to the mirror, and the only person in the laboratory who could move her was the golden retriever puppy that was picked up not long ago.

Chu Chisi put on a cashmere shawl and pushed open the small door of the compartment.Sure enough, No. 63 was lying on the small sofa, with his arms pressed against his forehead, and his chest was heaving.

What's wrong with her?

Feeling a little uneasy, Chu Chisi approached on tiptoe, only to find that No. 63 was pale, but the pinnae of his ears were very red, and he was curled up, breathing tremblingly.

"Pear?" Chu Chisi called her softly, and pushed her shoulder, "Are you okay?"

No. 63 opened his eyes, his eyes were covered with a thin layer of red, his light-colored pupils were soaked in mist, and he looked at her wetly: "...it hurts."

Chu Chisi was stunned for a moment, and then became a little uneasy: "Isn't the wound healed? Why did it suddenly hurt? May I take you to the infirmary of the Academy of Sciences?"

Yes, the wound has healed a long time ago.

No. 63 shook his head, his voice hoarse: "The wound may be infected, you know my identity, you can't just go out and show your face."

Chu Chisi became anxious: "Then what should I do?"

No. 63 straightened up a little. She looked very thin, with long brown-blonde hair scattered on her shoulders, and her eyes fell on Chu Chisi.

"I'll be fine with a little rest."

No. 63 lowered her eyelashes, and her voice became softer, step by step, with a somewhat inaudible temptation: "Can you... take care of me?"

Chu Chisi walked over a little, sat on the edge of the sofa, bent down to check her condition: "How to take care of her?"

Number 63 didn't speak, just looked at her.

Chu Chisi hesitated for a moment, put his hand on her forehead, stroked it gently, and brushed away the loose strands of hair.

No. 63 said hoarsely, "It still hurts."

She looked at Chu Chisi, drooping her eyebrows and eyes, sitting pitifully in front of her like a golden retriever puppy soaked in rain.

"This……"

Chu Chisi hesitated and said, "I read a paper before, saying that physical contact with someone who hugs her can provide psychological comfort."

No. 63 tilted her head: "?"

Chu Chisi saw her bewildered face and didn't seem to understand at all, so he changed the way of saying: "Then let me give you a hug?"

Number 63 nodded invisibly.

So Chu Chisi leaned over and slowly approached No. 63, hesitating, and took her into his arms.

That embrace was warm and soft.

No. 63 rested on her shoulder, just like when she carried herself down the snowy mountain not long ago, and also like when she was very, very young, she leaned on her shoulder and listened to her childish fairy tales.

"Will it be better?" Chu Chisi coaxed her, "Does the wound still hurt?"

No. 63 bowed her head obediently, buried herself deeper, then nodded softly in her arms, and said, "It still hurts."

Chu Chisi then hugged her a little tighter.

She hugged No. 63's shoulders, patted her back up and down, her breath blowing over her cheeks, it was soft and hot, and she could smell the light fragrance of clean shower gel on her neck.

The two were so close, so close.

As long as No. 63 raised her head slightly, she could see her drooping eyelashes falling on her soft white cheeks, like a black butterfly, as if she would flutter away at any moment.

"Is it better now?" Chu Chisi asked.

Her breath enveloped her, her hands rested softly on her shoulders, and the clothes between the two rubbed each other, catching each other's temperature bit by bit.

Those wounds have healed long ago, so how could she still feel any pain, not to mention that she had many more tragic and shocking wounds than this time before, and she almost healed after lying down for ten days and a half months.

No. 63 fell into her arms, nodded weakly, and said hoarsely, "It's better."

Chu Chisi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

No. 63 stayed with her in the laboratory for a period of time, during which time she took care of all miscellaneous tasks including cooking, borrowing equipment, folding clothes, and so on.

However, it is impossible for her to live forever with No. 63, this "identity" that should have died long ago.

Number 63 is well aware of this.

You can only succeed, not fail.To do this, she needs status, money, rights, and an identity that can stay with Chu Chisi in a fair manner.

Such as bodyguards, partners, colleagues, friends, relatives, or...lover?

No matter what it is, number 63 just wants to stay with her, she wants to circle her, trap her, lock her completely.

After careful consideration, No. 63 told Chu Chisi about his decision to leave, but the latter was startled, silent for a long time, and only said one sentence: "Let me give you a gift."

gift, what gift?

No. 63 admitted that she had been thinking about it for a while, so that when Chu Chisi took out three documents from the bookcase and handed them over, she still hadn't realized the other party's intention.

"These three documents are all the research results of Dr. Chu Lian, you can choose any one to go."

Chu Chisi bit her lip, turned her head to avoid No. 63's sight, and said in a dull voice, "It's your reward for helping me cook every day."

No. 63 casually flipped through one of the documents, and looked at the neat calculations and images inside, and couldn't help being stunned: "These things?"

As soon as she muttered, Chu Chisi took her away: "These documents should have been destroyed by the accident in the research institute, shouldn't they?"

"It's just that one of the doctor's studies escaped the fire in the research institute by chance, and survived with countless memories."

Chu Chisi sat on the leather office chair, turned slightly, and faced No. 63 head-on, pressed his fingertips against his forehead lightly.

"here."

Her eyes were calm: "It records all the known and ongoing research inventions of Dr. Chu."

With his fingertips resting on his forehead, Chu Chisi said casually, "The Beimeng Academy of Sciences doesn't know, the Beimeng Xingzheng doesn't know, and General Tang Yiqi doesn't know."

"At present, in their eyes, I am just a puppet who has read too many books and only knows to stay in the laboratory all day, tinkering with strange instruments."

She smiled suddenly, the smile was shallow and thin: "Lizi, you are the only one who knows about this."

No. 63 was stunned: "This..."

"You can choose a file and take it away." Chu Chisi withdrew his hand, his eyes no longer fell on her, and he stared at the computer screen in front of him lightly.

"Of course, you can also use me as a bargaining chip."

Chu Chi put his hands together and said without looking back, "Sell this information to the general or Xingzheng in exchange for what you want."

Having been with Chu Chisi for so long, No. 63 has gotten used to the warmth and softness of the other party. He nestles in the sofa all day without moving, and when he sleeps, he behaves obediently, like a glutinous rice dumpling.

Never thought that when Chu Chisi became ruthless, no matter whether he was treating others or himself, he would be equally cruel, unfeeling, and leave no room for it.

No. 63 froze in place, blood poured into his head, and he said almost subconsciously: "Chu Chisi, I—"

Chu Chisi interrupted her, looking over with those pitch-black eyes, and said softly, "Pear."

She stood up and walked towards No. 63 step by step.

Chu Chisi was shorter than her, so he had to raise his head slightly to meet her gaze.

Those hands covered their cheeks, caressing her softly, then down, down, slid across No. 63's upturned nose, and landed on her slightly red lips.

The warm breath fell on the neck, and Chu Chisi leaned so close, as if he wanted to give her a hug.

But her eyes are very alienated and lonely, and they seem to be thousands or tens of thousands of meters away.

Will you betray me, will you betray me?

Will you use the information and weaknesses I have revealed to you to seek power and status for yourself?

Rubbing No. 63's lips lightly with her fingertips, pressing the soft flesh into a slight depression, her voice was like a whisper, scratching her ears softly, penetrating into the depths of her heart:

"Pear, would you do this?"

The author says:

Lizi is going to super-evolve (??), but when she evolves back, she has to face a wife who sulks and ignores others.