bunny in another soap bubble

After Huang Chen returned to work, Tu Zi began to cry out that he was tired, and led Lang Ya out of the computer room.

But after leaving, he didn't go in the direction of the ward.

Lang Ya vaguely sensed something was wrong with his partner, and let Tu Zi lead him to a corner not far away, blocking him in a corner.

Tu Zi raised his hands, "bi dong" Lang Ya, and within a few seconds, he couldn't help but hugged him tightly.

He hugged him so tightly that the wound was even squeezed so painfully.

Lang Ya clearly felt the strength. He was worried that Tu Zi would squeeze the stitched wound, and he was also afraid that if he pushed and refused, the secondary injury would be even greater if he accidentally pulled and pulled, so he could only caress gently. She touched Tu Zi's back, trying to make him relax.

"What's wrong? Huh?"

"I don't know." Tu Zi himself didn't know what was going on with him, but he just had something to do.Otherwise, he wouldn't have pressed the person against the wall, so there's no reason to hesitate in hugging him, "I don't know."

Lang Ya didn't make a sound, just quietly embraced the person in his arms.

For a long time, Tu Zi's face was stuffed into Lang Ya's chest, and he said, "I'm so scared."

"I don't know why, but I'm so scared." Tu Zi tried to analyze his mood, "Maybe it's... I'm nervous when I finally got to the point where the resistance action is officially started? Maybe it's because I escaped from death. After anesthesia, my brain Secretory imbalance? Maybe... I woke up again, this world is completely different from mine, and I'm afraid that what I expected will come true?"

He raised his head and took a deep breath, but he couldn't calm down at all. He broke away from Lang Ya's embrace and gestured uneasily. Leading to a hundred times, ten thousand times worse results, I—”

Lang Ya held Tu Zi's hand.

Putting down the foot that was about to start pacing, Tu Zi stopped, and slowly fell silent, like a balloon that has finally deflated.

He looked into Lang Ya's eyes, knowing that he was always looking at him.

"I am involved in such an important matter, am I okay?"

After asking this sentence, Tu Zi squeezed Lang Ya's fingers so tightly that they turned white, and his own nails also turned white.

"...I don't know." Lang Ya replied, and before Tu Zi let go, he grasped that cold hand again, "Tu Zi, I don't know. They don't know either. No one knows."

No one knows whether they can do it well, whether this resistance will succeed, whether they will become heroes or sinners.

Lang Ya didn't say the rest, but Tu Zi understood.

"...I hope I can." Tu Zi murmured.

Don't do it, never know.And why ask something you never know the answer to?

You have to ask if you have to do something.

"Me too." Lang Ya lowered his head and kissed Tu Zi's lips.

After letting his partner settle down for a while, Lang Ya asked, "Are you looking for Yan Mo?"

"Yeah." Positive brilliance entered Tu Zi's eyes again, "I have to talk to him."

It is difficult to grasp the rest time of the researchers. Obviously there is no dead line in front of them, but those in the computer room still seem to plan to stay overnight.

Tu Zi had already said in public that he was going to rest, but his sudden appearance aroused suspicion, and finally kept Yan Mo out to go to the bathroom alone, and then blocked him in front of the sink.

"What, Tu Zi." Yan Mo was not surprised, as if he knew this scene would happen since the two of them returned, "I didn't play bullying before graduation, and now I'm going to make up for my regret?" Drying his hands calmly, he said As soon as Mo opened his mouth, he still had thorns.

Tu Zi hated his attitude the most, "Just open your mouth to mock, have you been fucked by Xin Yilin?" Hearing this, he couldn't help stabbing back, "If it's really bullying, I won't let you go to the toilet, Two to one, I will stuff you down the toilet immediately."

Seeing that it was going to be far away again, Lang Ya sighed, patted Tu Zi on the head, and interrupted, "Tell me about the matter between you and the rehabilitated party." He went straight to the point, "We heard too much this time, A truth is needed."

Yan Mo froze, and the paper towel that had been twisted into a ball was torn in two.

"...Go back to the ward." He couldn't help but glanced at the door of the toilet locked by the two of them, one glance after another.

The entire floor is not big, and Tu Zi's ward is not too remote, but it is better than the privacy of the toilet where anyone can come at any time.

"Can you speak now?"

"...What have you heard?" Entering the scene where he was about to be honest, Yan Mo's attitude visibly faltered, he was still tearing up the paper towel, and lowered his head not to look at the two sitting on the bed.

"They said you worked for them." After the most serious accusation was thrown out, Tu Zi squinted at Yan Mo's reaction, and gasped, "Once."

Yan Mo stopped tearing the paper and did not deny it.

"Did you bump your head when you crossed over?" After waiting for a long time without hearing any explanation, Tu Zi couldn't help cursing, "How could the rehabilitated party be a good person?"

"I did hit my head." Yan Mo choked out, "I'm not as lucky as you. As soon as I woke up, my head was wrapped in a bandage, and I was lying on the hospital bed of the rehabilitated party."

"...What about after that?" Tu Zi didn't really want to scold him. Seeing that the clam shell was kicked and opened, he quickly beat the snake and attached it to the stick.

"They cured me and told me that they were looking for a way to stabilize the sentinel strength in adulthood." Yan Mo recalled, "I saw a group of young people who they said were 'observing and caring', except that the imbalance of hand strength affected their health. Other than that, everything else was normal, nothing out of the ordinary...they really didn't look like bad guys at the time."

Lang Ya noticed something: "—the group of children from Shangguan Wan."

"Thinking about it now, maybe it's them." Yan Mo couldn't be sure, "They didn't let me have more contact with them, there are always many reasons..." At this point, he finally raised his head and met Tu Zi's gaze, "You know, I'm not a medical volunteer, and I'm a sentinel, so I don't have the ability to treat them. So I asked them to find adult guides. They said that due to historical reasons, most sentinels are still unwilling to surface... ..."

"That radar." Tu Zi also remembered the detector that he had only heard about through word of mouth, and let them run around in the caves in the western suburbs of Beizhen. "You made that radar for them."

I was almost cheated to death by my own people—Tu Zi resisted rolling his eyes upwards—Psychological counseling basics 101: Don't show bad reactions to discourage the other party's enthusiasm for confession.

Although Tu Zi didn't say it out loud, Yan Mo roughly knew the effect of what he made, "Yes." He admitted bluntly, "...I'm sorry."

Tu Zi didn't want to pursue it, "What else did you do for them?"

Yan Mo fell into a brief silence again, as if thinking.

"No more," he said at last.

Tu Zi raised his eyebrows.

"Really." Yan Mo explained, "After I made the radar for them, after a long time, I still haven't brought any candidates to treat those young people. Those youth sentinels are not high-level, and it stands to reason that they can be better guides for them. It won't be that hard to find. After I paid attention, I found that they adjusted the search range privately, raised the search standard, and turned it into a device for finding active high-level guides in a large area."

"I finally got suspicious."