Chapter 330: Acting to the fullest, using

"Sorry." He Rui looked at the two of them with an innocent expression.

The girl walked up and took the mineral water from his hand and put it on the table beside him.

Song Ziming said to himself, "I have clothes, but not many. I'm going to get a new quilt from somewhere else. Will the new one contain formaldehyde?"

He Rui was puzzled. "Huh?"

"There's formaldehyde in the wool, so it's possible that it might get moldy." The girl continued.

Song Ziming didn't care about the girl's complaints. Instead, he looked eager to take advantage of her. He opened his arms towards He Rui, ready to hug him.

He Rui was caught off guard and was about to be hugged. He had no way to avoid it. In between hitting and kicking the person, he remembered that he still had to use this thing and it was not the time to turn hostile.

He gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger, and raised his hand to block the other party's action, "What are you doing?!"

Song Ziming blinked and said as a matter of course, "Well, the bedding is wet. I'll move you to the side first."

"I'm not a paper man, I'm not afraid of water. And I can move by myself..." He Rui suppressed his anger and moved his body. He got off the bed from the other side where there was no pervert, held on to the window sill next to him, and leaned against the wall with his head heavy and his feet light.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his lower back, only to find that the waist bag containing his weapon was gone.

Song Ziming, who had been watching him, noticed his movements and explained to him, "Your bag and gun were taken away by Brother Lin."

He Rui nodded and said nothing.

Anyway, he already knew that the man in the white shirt was a thief and he had behaved like a robber before.

It seems that his previous pistol was also taken away by the men in white shirt.

I saw Song Ziming walk silently to a wardrobe and start rummaging through the drawers.

He Rui moved his aching wrist joints, ignored the girls' gazes, and walked towards the door of the room with weak hands and feet, as if he was walking on cotton.

After taking two steps, he was spotted by Song Ziming who was rummaging through the cupboards. He took advantage of the opportunity to get close enough to him that he felt uncomfortable, held onto his arm, and asked with a grin, "Where are you going?"

He Rui felt disgusted. He knew it was impossible for him to get out so easily, so he started to explain, "I still want to go see my brother."

“Even if the boss agrees, I think Ji Xinghan won’t like you.

Didn't he want to kill you before? He's guarding your brother now.

This guy is also a power-type evolver. I'm afraid I can't stop him alone, what if he beats you up again?" Song Ziming subconsciously pinched the forearm he was holding and felt He Rui's trembling.

"...Just take a look." He Rui's voice was bitter, and he showed weakness again, "Please."

He just wanted to take a look and confirm that his brother Ji was safe. Just one look would make him feel at ease.

Song Ziming listened to He Rui's soft and gentle request, then looked at that delicate and beautiful face that just suited his aesthetic taste. At this moment, it was difficult to hide its fragility and grievance. Those clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and they looked at him eagerly and pitifully.

Song Ziming's Adam's apple moved, and he felt as if his heart was hooked by a small hook, and he couldn't say no at all.

I was originally going to ask my boss first, but the words just rolled around in my mouth and I agreed immediately, "Then I'll take you over to take a look."

"Really? Thank you, you are such a good person." He Rui expressed his gratitude verbally without any sincerity.

...

The female evolver named Cheng was left in the house and had no intention of leaving.

It seemed that they had to wait until they came back to continue treating him.

He Rui felt that his value in the eyes of this wave of evolvers was probably higher than he thought, otherwise there would be no need for the other party to take him so seriously.

Or maybe, the other party was actually afraid that if he died, he wouldn't be able to explain himself after his brother Ji woke up?

...

Worried that he would be discovered by the man in the white shirt, this time Song Ziming did not use his ability to cross space to take him directly there. Instead, he led him slowly up the stairs.

He Rui now knew that his brother Ji was indeed in the same building as him.

The only difference is that the other party is on a lower floor, on the second floor.

He couldn't help but wonder, if he had discovered earlier that Mr. Song was not in the room, and had jumped out of the window earlier and run faster, he might have been able to find Brother Ji's room and take a look.

Maybe he could avoid the man in the white shirt and the man in black from discovering that his brother Ji was here... He Rui felt extremely regretful.

He Rui was questioned by that annoying Song Ziming all the way, asking about his household registration book and the BGM.

His brows were furrowed, he was extremely annoyed, and he almost wanted to use violence to manually mute the other party.

Unfortunately, his body has not recovered yet and he is still feeling uncomfortable. Even if he really wants to hit someone, he can't lift his fist.

The vomiting of blood before wasn't purely due to Brother Ji. It was a combination of multiple factors, mainly due to excessive cycling, not eating for a day, and the dull cramping in his internal organs. Adding to that, the rich second-generation kid's already bad stomach, and the viral infection, weakness and fever, and finally, he was so pissed off by that bastard that he vomited blood.

However, He Rui felt that he did not faint on his own. After he took out the pistol and pointed it at the man in black, he suddenly felt a pain in his head as if he was pricked by a needle. He suddenly lost consciousness, as if his whole body was forced to shut down.

He felt 100% that he was tricked by that guy.

After all, although his head was hurting before, his mind was actually very clear. How could it be such a coincidence that when he was pulling out his gun and ready to fight, with his adrenaline soaring, he suddenly fainted from anger?

unreasonable.

He Rui frowned, tried hard to control his temper, and followed Song Ziming all the way.

While he was perfunctorily answering the guy's endless questions, he took a deep breath and urged him to leave quickly.

He found that the decoration style in the corridor, the painted walls and the ceiling, looked like the old school, old factory or old dormitory where he grew up eight or nine years ago, or more than ten years ago.

However, although the corridor is a bit old, Song Ziming's room does not look old at all.

When I looked at the building opposite from the window in the moonlight before, although the moonlight was not very bright, looking at the building, it did not feel like an old building that was more than ten years old. It looked quite new even in the dark.

He Rui speculated that the local government might have added a layer of radiation-proof material similar to lead plates to the exterior walls of these buildings before the disaster.

Anyway, he felt that there was something special about the thick black curtains used as curtains. Judging from the material, they should also have radiation protection function.

There is no elevator in this building. According to Song Ziming, there are stairs at the east and west ends of the building, which does show its age.

He Rui finally followed the guy who was dragging his feet and chatting all the way to the second floor.

The other person pointed to one of the doors and indicated to him that the person was in that room.

Then, Song Ziming pulled him back to the corner of the stairs and whispered, "Wait here first and listen for any noises. When you hear Ji Xinghan being taken away by me, quickly go into the room to see your brother. After you're done, run as fast as you can and go straight upstairs back to your room."

He Rui nodded to the other party, indicating that he understood.

But he knew in his heart that he felt dizzy and his body ached all over. It was difficult for him to walk and he couldn't run fast at all.