[Infinite Stream] Destiny Rubik's Cube

A faint, dim beam of light poured in from the window, casting a cool halo on the orderly array of glassware, nickelware, and china.All around is quiet, harmonious and busy.The experimenters wore sterile overalls and pale rubber gloves on their hands, or leaned over their desks next to the microscope, or gently shook the test tubes containing the red liquid.The lights were stagnant and lifeless, and they were like ghosts dedicated to their duties.

Open an insulated door, place the freshly numbered-labeled test tubes into the freezer, and close the door.

Vance's arms were stiff with goosebumps from the cold.

He is an intern, of European race, with a pair of green eyes and a big round nose. After rigorous screening, he entered this scientific research company with his outstanding professional skills, where the average salary is all the savings of ordinary people in half a lifetime.

His colleague and the director of the laboratory, a petite lady, is carefully using a long catheter to introduce the target gene into the host cell. After specific cutting and reconnection of DNA molecules from different sources in vitro, they are assembled into a After a series of complex steps such as new hybrid DNA molecules, this is the final step in gene cloning.

The director's hand was very steady. After finishing, she breathed a sigh of relief, put down the catheter, picked up today's nutrient solution, and happily took off the mask.

As usual, Vance knew she was headed to the mysterious room at the end of the hallway.

Today her tall full-time assistant is away.

Vance quietly approached the Director so that she would spot his equally tall, muscular frame as she scoured for a suitable partner with her shrewd eyes.

"Vance, you come with me."

Sure enough, the woman nodded at him.

Vance immediately put down the equipment in his hand and followed obediently.

*

"Have all the people in the Hyderian Sanatorium been settled?"

In the afternoon, the bar, which was far from the official opening time, looked empty and lonely. The man's shoulders were very broad, and he looked like a mountain when he sat on the rotating high stool.

"Yes." The young man standing upright beside him didn't look sideways. "He is an undercover agent with a clean and reliable record. He has carried out latent missions many times and successfully completed them every time."

"Gudu."

The man raised his neck and poured a whole glass of strong whiskey down his throat. The bottom of the glass hit the black dark marble table with a crisp sound.

"It's been three months, have you found anything?"

The man's arrogant broken eyebrows are dormant above the drooping eyelids, and the owner has taken too much alcohol to make it dull.

"Not yet."

But the young man still didn't dare to look directly at that resolute face. It was rumored that His Highness was irritable when drinking, so he didn't dare to show his anger at the moment.

Without permission, he stood still on the spot until his heels were numb and his calves were cramping. The man seemed to realize that he was still there, and turned his head to wave to him: "Why? Do you want a drink too?"

The young man's pupils trembled, and he hurriedly left.

*

"Later, you can do whatever I ask you to do, don't ask anything, and it's best not to make any noise, okay?" The director whispered before pressing the combination lock.

Vance made an ok gesture.

With a buzzing sound, the mysterious metal door finally opened a bright gap.

Vance's eyes shot in eagerly from above the mask.

The room is large, with various instruments and a bed.

A pale man lay on the bed.

The overly long broken hair covered the eyebrows and eyes, and the bluish jaw had sharp and graceful lines.

Vance stared at the man intently. For several seconds, the man's chest showed no signs of heaving.

Like dead.thought Vance.

The woman changed the nutrient solution in the hanging bottle and ordered him to turn the man over. He obeyed the order with some reluctance.

There is a constant reassuring white noise playing in the room.

When the hands in plastic gloves touched the man's body, Vance felt relieved, because the man still had a body temperature, and he could feel a shallow pulse on his wrist.Fortunately, still alive.His precious hands did not want to do the work of moving corpses.

He wiped the body of the man who had been in a coma for an unknown amount of time, changed his clothes, and moved his limbs. To his surprise, he found that the man's muscles hadn't shrunk, and maintained normal elasticity, his joints were not stiff, and his palms were dry and warm.

"The medicine to maintain this skin is so expensive that you can't imagine." The director noticed the surprise on his face and said to himself in a sarcasm, "but so what? No matter how beautiful the skin is, it is dead without a soul." He did his job and never woke up. What a pity. What a pity."

When she said it was a pity, her tone was sincere.

Vance put soft cotton socks on the man earnestly, without saying a word, he still remembered her exhortation to keep him silent.

At the same time, he turned his body silently, avoiding the director's staring eyes all the time, his heart was beating wildly—"The man who will never wake up" just bent his knuckles and buttoned his cuffs!

Xu Chi floated in the sea silently, watching, watching him.Zhou Qi opened his eyes.

The dark red setting sun shines brightly through the lazy and fluttering curtains.The light rail passed the viaduct slowly, and the rumbling sound gradually faded away.Zhou Qi tried to discern where he was.He was lying on the floor of his garage, dusty and booze-stained, and reeking of a hangover.Groping the whole body, ID card, in.cell phone, here.The wallet...the wallet is not here.Along with the wallet, the taupe duffel coat disappeared.It must have landed in a bar, he guessed, or it must have been picked up by some beggar who was too cold to do anything.It didn't matter, he had other clothes to wear.

There was a layer of cold and sticky sweat on his face, and his head was like a heavy bowling ball.

Some people live in the yang world, but yearn for the underworld.

No matter where it is, at least it is cooler than this garage that is still extremely hot in winter.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to continue breathing.This is the switch for the body to regain consciousness, once pressed, the headache mixed with stomach pain immediately forced him to groan brokenly.

"Hold!"

The ceiling and walls are spinning violently.

Zhou Qi lay on the spot without moving.

The only thing that breaks through the silent winter is the sound of the light rail passing by.There was a narrow window in the garage, and he stared at the sun without blinking until it was a throbbing fiery heart beating on a thin film of milky blue, belching steam.Every time the tears flowed out of my eyes like this, without warning, nothing new.

The whiskey bottle at hand was empty.

He closed his eyes.

Nothing left.

After both emotions and pain subsided, he slowly got up and knelt up.

The room was dimly lit, and he didn't know what time it was, whether it was late or early.It doesn't matter what time it is, it's not a good time to wake up.To put it more bluntly, this is not a good time to sleep.This time should be used to do something else, such as drinking.

The mobile phone in the trouser pocket was vibrating desperately, and the movement was like a trapped moth flapping its wings frantically.

He ignored it, shook his face and washed his face.

Walked out the door, towards the bar, the phone was still hysterical.

Zhou Qi took out his mobile phone, and the word "drunkard" was displayed on the glowing screen.

The moniker ridiculously applies to two generations of father and son.

He hooked the corner of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner, and he pressed the answer button, trying to control the blurred voice so that he sounded sober: "Hi."

"Hey you big-headed ghost!" Zhou Xingzhi's thick roar pierced the eardrums, "It's been three days, even if you're soaking in the wine tank, you should drink it up! Where are you? Are you still drinking at home?"

"Tsk, you agreed to give me a holiday before taking action, and you came to check the post again." Zhou Qi complained.

"Giving you a holiday is for you to recharge your batteries and adjust your state! It's not for you to spend a lot of time drinking and harm your body! Can drinking solve the problem? Your father and I have been drinking for most of our lives. What problem does it solve? Quit it! People, Eyes are born to look forward, life is like water, there is always a way out. Don't be dizzy all day long..."

"You do not understand."

"I don't understand? What don't I understand? Brat, you're going to bring out that broken Rubik's Cube again, right? Regardless of whether what you said is true or not, this incident is over, and we need rescue in prison The members of the team have also been rescued, what else can you not let go of? Zhou Qi, you still have important things to do, remember who you are."

Zhou Xingzhi's tone was agitated by worry.

Zhou Qi held the phone and didn't answer for a long time.

After a moment of stalemate, the other end of the phone took a few deep breaths and calmed down: "The arms supplier who contacted us two days ago offered to see you today."

"Just go."

Zhou Qi glanced at the filthy trash cans on the side of the road, thinking about whether to throw the phone directly into it.

"If possible, I would also like to do it for you. I'm really afraid that the smell of alcohol on your body will offend others. If you leave a bad impression, they may withdraw their capital directly."

"You're right to be worried."

"But the gentleman called to see you."

"Oh, is it?"

"This matter is very important. The league is short of funds, you know that. So, at eight o'clock in the evening, clean yourself up and come to the Mayflower Hotel."

Zhou Qi's slovenly face was reflected on the reflective windows of the bar. He paused, exhaled a cloudy breath of alcohol, turned and walked back: "Have you done what you entrusted to you?"

"What's the matter? Did you tell me about finding a cemetery for you?"

"Ah."

Speaking of this, Zhou Xingzhi was furious again, scolded severely, and hung up the phone.

The world is quiet.

After returning home and changing into formal clothes, Zhou Qi received a call from the cemetery, informing him that the cemetery he carefully selected a week ago is now ready to pay the final payment.

So Zhou Qi drove there, passed by a flower shop, and bought a bunch of cool flowers.

The cemetery and the Mayflower Hotel were in two directions. When Zhou Qi arrived, it was already half an hour past the agreed time.

The pretty waitress led him to the largest box.

There were six bodyguards in suits and leather shoes standing in a row outside the box. From their bulging waists, Zhou Qi speculated that each of them carried at least two pistols.

Zhou Qi raised his eyebrows, it was indeed an arms dealer's pomp.

In contrast, he, the leader of the rebel army, looked very shabby.

But that didn't stop him from opening the door calmly, putting on a confident smile, and strode in with his head held high.

After entering, his doggy smile immediately collapsed.

"Brother Qi! It's a pleasure to meet you!" A group of festive red figures rushed forward after the door was opened, hanging on his hands and feet and shaking wildly, "Oh my mother, I miss you so much bro!"

Zhou Qi slowly recovered from the shock, and with one hand grabbed the familiar long smooth black hair, the delicate man immediately rolled his eyes and screamed.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts! Fuck, this is not a fucking wig!"

Zhou Qi immediately let go, grabbed the back of the neck and pulled the man off his body. After looking up and down several times, he finally called out uncertainly: "Jiang Yu?"

"It's me, it's me! Hey, don't stand still, come and sit down." Jiang Yu invited someone to sit down, shaking his head, looking very smug, "Haha, after three days, you should look at him with admiration. Unexpectedly, brother Qi, you can return this outfit Make sense?"

Jiang Yu was dressed in a vermilion Tang suit, her mid-length hair was tied in a bunch at the back of her head, her round face was squinting, and she was wearing a jade wrench. When she was not talking, she looked like an old and cunning profiteer.

Reunited after a long absence, the poor wandering poet transformed into an arms dealer?

This span is a bit too big, and Zhou Qi couldn't accept it for a while.

"you……"

"After I came out of the Rubik's Cube, I gritted my teeth and stomped my feet, and killed all my brothers and sisters, and took back the legacy of my gambling king father."

"I……"

"I've also found out your identity. Isn't it the former little prince of the Tianhe royal family and the current leader of the rebel alliance?"

"Then we..."

"That's right! I want to help you, brother! This damn world should change. If the fight continues like this, the people will be in dire straits, and the people will be devastated. It's really hard to do serious business. It's forcing gentle and good people like me to smuggle arms!"

Zhou Qi kept a polite smile and stopped talking completely.

Jiang Yu: "Huh? Brother, why don't you talk?"

I've told you everything, and I'm still talking shit!