Chapter 37: Recovering from Injury

It was just dawn, the sky was gray, and a ray of sunlight shone through the thick clouds onto the ruins.

The remaining people present couldn't help but cheer, tears rolled down their faces, dripping onto the ground along with the blood and dust on their faces.

I looked back at Tang Wen lying on the ground, and suddenly felt a little sad. Other team members would come to clean up the battlefield in a while. In this situation, I couldn't even bury him properly.

His eyes were still looking at me, so I walked over, squatted down and closed his eyes for him.

"Good night, Old Tang."

A hand patted my shoulder, I turned around and it was Chen Yubing.

She pulled off a muddy jade pendant from Tang Wen's neck, wiped it, and handed it to me, saying:

"You know him? Keep it as a souvenir?"

He took the jade pendant, which seemed to weigh a thousand gold.

I suddenly thought of my best friend. It’s been so long, I wonder how she is doing.

Chen Yubing stopped talking, just patted me, then turned and got into the car.

I looked down at my arm. The eye had closed at some point, and the crack was slowly disappearing. In less than a minute, my arm returned to its original state without any trace.

After the dust settled, Song Nanxing took out the communication equipment within the Investigation Bureau and contacted the members of the "Mysterious Shield".

Until now, I finally understood why the task force did not go directly to the western suburbs shelter for defense, but chose to intercept it midway.

The Bureau of Anomalous Investigation is a department hidden in the dark. The Bureau's operational methods and work content determine that we are destined not to walk in the sun, just like the name of each task force.

It is the eyes that seek light in the darkness, the shield that guards the last line of defense for mankind, and the sword that cuts through the darkness before dawn.

…

In the Ankang Sanatorium in the western suburbs, 2.8 kilometers away from the ruins.

When the news of lifting the alert was received early in the morning, all the survivors in the shelter breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone was discussing the reasons for the alert.

"Hey, why did they suddenly say they would close the alert, and then lifted it inexplicably?" Inside the shelter, a survivor was carrying things while chatting with his companion next to him.

"I don't know, could there be a monster?" The companion shook his head and looked at the sky outside with some worry.

At this time, another survivor laughed and said, "How could it be a monster? If there really is a monster, why didn't we hear any noise at all? Don't think too much."

The two survivors who were carrying their belongings nodded. "That's true. We haven't seen any monsters since we moved here."

Not far away, Jiang Wang and Mo Junfan, who were about to go out to explore as the alert had been lifted, looked at each other, then packed their equipment and prepared to go out without saying a word.

…

At the same time, in another dilapidated church, several people in white cloaks gathered in front of a mirror, looking at the scene in the mirror in silence.

The mirror reflected a broken team driving through the ruins. In one of the off-road vehicles sat a woman who was lowering her head to treat her wounds. Next to the woman was a Miao Dao.

…

After arriving at the underground base of the Investigation Bureau headquarters, we were sent directly to the infirmary.

When I woke up again, I was lying on the bed in the infirmary, wrapped in bandages all over. The anesthesia had worn off and my back was burning with pain.

I didn't need to look to feel how badly my back hurt.

Shit, these mutant monsters in a pile of dog baskets are not going to take advantage of my confusion to draw a chessboard and play Gobang on my back, right?

I gritted my teeth and endured it, while complaining wildly in my head to distract myself and make myself feel less painful.

I heard footsteps and the first thing I saw was a man in leather boots standing in front of my bed. When I looked up, it was Chen Yubing.

She was holding a bottle of drink on her cell phone and handed it to me.

"What is this? I've never seen this brand of drink before." I took the bottle and looked at it.

"This was developed by the Bureau's laboratory. Drink it, it will be good for your injuries."

I looked at her with some embarrassment, and silently complained in my heart: Sister, how can I drink now that I am lying down?

As if she saw my embarrassment, she lowered her head and chuckled, took the drink bottle from my hand, closed the door and left.

?

So you just wanted to take a look at me, right?

Before I could complain, the door opened again. This time, she found a straw from somewhere.

Chen Yubing sat in front of my bed and considerately inserted the straw into the bottle, then handed it to me.

"Why do I feel like I'm being fed? You won't spit in it, will you?" I shrank my neck and said deliberately.

"It's just feeding, whether you want to drink it or not."

Chen Yubing said on the surface that it was up to me to drink it or not, but he held the bottle in his hand closer to my mouth.

I didn't say anything more, just put the straw in my mouth and started drinking.

Seeing me like this, Chen Yubing's expression that had been frozen for thousands of years finally melted at this moment.

After a while, Song Nanxing and Gang Jue pushed the door open and came in. Seeing that we were fine, Song Nanxing's eyes curved slightly, unlike his usual teasing or playful smile.

"Oh my~ Now it really has turned into a monster."

I rolled my eyes at him, not wanting to be outdone: "You're not much better."

I was struggling with this for a long time, and only now did I realize that maybe I am not normal, but this is normal.

I glanced at them both and said, "Why are you here empty-handed?"

Song Nanxing frowned and said with a curled lip: "You really are not polite to my buddy."

Gang Jue answered honestly, "I didn't plan to bring it at all."

After teasing me, Song Nanxing looked at the bandage on my back and asked, "How is the wound?"

"It hurts." I answered truthfully.

Song Nanxing nodded with satisfaction: "It's good that it hurts. Fortunately, it's not me who is hurting."

???

Although I already knew that he couldn't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth, my expression froze when I heard him say that.

Let me think about how to confront him. I hesitated to speak, and when I opened my mouth, I almost cursed.

Gang Jue chuckled softly and said to me, "Xing is just like that. He can be called the quality floor tile of the Investigation Bureau."

Song Nanxing was not annoyed and instead brought up another matter.

"By the way, everyone who participated in this battle has accumulated a lot of merit. Congratulations! Perhaps in another ten or eight years, you can be promoted to a Level II investigator."

Ten or eight years? I was confused for a moment, then I nodded in understanding after seeing Song Nanxing's expression of mischievousness.

"That's great. Maybe in a hundred years I'll be promoted to the Secret Level..."

When I said this, I suddenly paused and couldn't help but think of An Xiaowei and the old photo I saw before. The questions in my mind once again surfaced.

If the person in the photo is really An Xiaowei, then it is likely not a coincidence that I met her before.

So what is her motive? If she wants to pull me into the Apocalypse Sect, then it would be the same no matter who she finds.

Why me?

A strange feeling arose in my heart, and I always felt that... I seemed to have overlooked something very important.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, the other people thought I was tired. After greeting me briefly, they closed the door and left.