Chapter 63 Chapter 63 The puppy is worried

They call themselves saviors, preach the end of the world, conduct human experiments, and transform sentinels into beings with physical defects, making them more prone to degeneration and having shortened lifespans.

They reached out to the guide, perhaps feeling that their weapons were becoming obsolete too quickly and were no longer under their control, and that they needed a different approach.

This organization is a rat in the gutter, suffering from attacks and exclusion, but always making a comeback.

When the news of Clara being threatened spread, his teammates became extremely anxious, and the balance in their minds kept tilting. When he opened the door, he found a row of people waiting outside with guns, not allowing anyone to leave.

There are many teams waiting and watching. The official was forced to make invitations and clarify that they do not control the system. Please remain calm.

A considerable number of sentinels and guides have been sacrificed, but their brain waves are still normal, and all their vital signs are normal, except that they are in a coma.

A basin of water was poured down, but it was of no avail. The fire did not go out. It started at the bottom of the pile of wood, and the flames spread upwards little by little.

Inside the screen.

Clara woke up and went ashore. She hung a mirror on a tree branch, reflecting the sutures on the back of her neck. She stuffed a piece of cloth in her mouth and held a burnt knife in her hand, scraping it open along the lines.

She should have handled it in the hospital, as it was the final debridement, but she couldn't wait.

Three hundred miles away, the two men worked together to collect survivors. The rear carriage was full of people, and they took them to a safe place. Others were responsible for their resettlement before they left.

This is a safe house that was cleared out by everyone working together.

After applying iodine to a guide who had been scratched, she sat down in the aisle. The light outside the door was a little dazzling. She wondered when Manuel would come back.

"Guide, can you give me some morphine?"

These words went in her right ear and out of her left ear. She calculated the time in her heart. It was not until these words were repeated, the voice closer, that she realized that he was calling her and turned her head to look.

The plastic bottle in my hand fell to the ground. The sliding cap was tightened and the liquid inside did not leak out. It felt like a nerve was twitching at the back of my head. My mouth opened and I stopped breathing.

The man smiled cheerfully and said, "Just kidding, would you like to get to know me?" Then he sat down next to her.

She didn't dare to look at him, but she couldn't help looking at him. This man had the same face as her ex, just like when they first met.

The man smiled under her gaze and lowered his head.

The passionate gaze made the boy shy. He raised his eyes to peek twice, then lowered his eyes. After a while, both sides of his ears turned red.

She found it difficult to breathe, and thought of the substitute literature Ares had told her about, and she couldn't believe it.

She had thought that when she saw him again, she would curse him angrily, or even hit him, but instead, she was at a loss and couldn't say anything.

"Who the hell is this?"

The sentries waiting in the hall were anxious about this scene, but she acted like she was in love at first sight and couldn't take her eyes off him. The two of them looked at each other, inseparable.

Her eyes had never lingered on them so long.

It was impossible for her to have had any contact with him. It was their first meeting, but her expression was complicated and puzzling.

Suspicion outweighed jealousy.

Judging from the number and epaulettes on his uniform, he must have just joined the company not long ago. Is he a newcomer?

"What's so good about him?" Ares didn't understand, such an ordinary face.

"Indeed, I don't see anything special about it." Falk agreed. He was worried that the guide had been deceived and that this was just the suspension bridge effect.

The sentry in question was extremely angry, but an unrelated person secretly took a screenshot, substituted it into the case himself, and compared the inside and outside, thinking that he had a good chance.

She paused for a moment, but when he greeted her softly, the face was too close, too clear to be seen, and she recalled the outline and touch of the hand.

They looked so similar that her eyes turned red. She refused, "It's not convenient for me. You should find someone else." She walked away quickly. The man stopped where he was, looked at her receding back, hesitated for two seconds, and then followed her.

Her ex-boyfriend was like a ghost, haunting her even in her dreams. He had dumped her, so why couldn't she forget him? She despised herself in her heart.

When I lowered my head, tears fell on the back of my hands.

“Ho ho ho~”

When she looked up, the man made a face and looked silly, as if he was trying to make her laugh, and she raised the corners of her mouth as she wished.

Oh my God, she turned away and didn't want to look at him, but the man came closer and started humming a song with repetitive melody and simple lyrics, like a nursery rhyme.

She pinched her thigh, thinking it was a dream. Where did this clone come from? Glancing sideways, she couldn't tell whether it was love or hate, but the man suddenly winked and then laughed.

If it weren't for his red ears, he would almost look like a veteran in the love field, but in fact he has run out of ideas.

"My name is Yang Suo, hello."

He stretched out his hand, but she didn't move. She looked up, her eyes lingering between her eyebrows, apologized, and ran out.

She ran into a solid wall of people. "I'm sorry," she said, trying to leave through the empty seat. A steady male voice rang out, "Why are you in such a hurry? Where do you want to go?"

His clear green eyes sparkled, his face expressionless. Noticing her red eyes, he squatted down, their eyebrows level, furrowed in a hint of worry.

The man took off his gloves and wiped the corners of his eyes. "Who bullied you?"

She didn't say anything, her head resting on his shoulder, her whole body wrapped in his arms, snuggled into the man's arms.

Manuel soothed the top of her head with his palm. "What happened? Tell me."

He did not ignore the man on the other side, who had been watching. He turned around, picked her up, blocked her view with his back, and walked inside.

The woman's face was completely hidden under her shoulders, with only her hairy head showing.

Back in the room, the man squatted down and handed her some water. "I'm going to take care of something now and will be back soon, okay?" He patted her shoulder awkwardly, stood up and walked out of the room.

The sentries need to discuss further arrangements.

When the meeting was over, Yang was standing at the back, about to leave, when a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was indeed that person. He was ready to fight back, because this person was a fighting champion.

"Young man, which team are you from?"

It turned out to be this matter. Yang reported the team name fluently. The man narrowed his eyes, indicating that he wanted to know much more than that. He reported his personal information one after another without fear of suspicion.

"Okay." The man looked him up and down, as if assessing his strength. "Who is your mission target?"

Yang Song reported her name and said that he had taken her to a safe place. The other party nodded with satisfaction and said, "I have a task for you."

After listening to him, he rolled his eyes. He accepted the task and set off after resting at night.

In the room.

Manuel brought hot food, his eyes never leaving her, but the woman didn't want to talk, as if she just wanted him to leave, her eyes blank.

The sky grew dark and the wind blew the curtains. She stood up to close the window when a skull suddenly jumped out. She was so scared that she couldn't speak. She backed away and accidentally knocked the ornaments on the table to the ground.

The skeleton man jumped into the house. She grabbed the baseball bat and hit him. The man didn't say a word. She saw clearly that it was a person.

A man in a black tights, as if deliberately showing off his figure, grabbed the other end of the stick and took off his skull mask.

"It's me." The man smiled and lifted up his shirt, his abdominal muscles flushed red.

Why is it him? Xu Shanshan let go, and the bat was caught by the man. He held his forehead and turned around. "Why are you here in the middle of the night?"

"I came to see you." The man put the bat back in its place. He shouldn't have been here and didn't know how he got here.

The subtle noise caught the attention of the sentry outside the door, who rapped on the door with his knuckles. "Guide Shanshan?"

"fine."

She knew that Manuel was guarding the door for her, and she was sure that if she shouted, he would rush in and knock her to the ground and beat her up.

Yang made a hushing gesture, indicating that he should not know, with a lively expression, as if his youth had returned.

“Click—”

The door opened anyway, and by the time she realized what was happening, the man had disappeared, replaced by Manuel, whose expression was still filled with shock.

"Sorry." The man apologized for his intrusion, but the smell here shouldn't be so messy.

She sat on the edge of the bed and felt a draft of air on her ankles. Her socks rubbed against her skin, crossing each other a little itchyly. She stepped on a soft spot and raised her head in surprise, worried that she would step on someone's face.

The man's eyes swept across the room, spotting dirt on the wall. Then he looked at the table, his expression darkening. There was something missing. There was someone in the room who shouldn't be.

Manuel: "We can be honest with each other, right?"

She remembered what she had just said, promising to tolerate the other person, but her own little secret, she held her breath and replied: "Of course."

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

She felt a little guilty and said, "I..." The wind was blowing violently, hitting the window and then slamming against the wall, making her hold back the rest of the sentence.

"No."

Manuel: "I believe you." He said firmly, as if he had no doubt at all.

When the man approached the bed, her heart jumped up and she quickly stood up to block him, not even bothering to put on her shoes. "What's wrong?"

He said the mattress was tilted, but she pushed him away, saying she would make it later. Seeing her refusal, Manuel gave up and asked again if he could move in and sleep on the floor.

In case something happens, the response is more timely and it is still rejected.

"I'm sleepy."

"……good evening."

The man finally left, the door closed, and his footsteps faded away.

She relaxed and kicked the bed, "Come out."

The end of the bed was lifted up, and a man crawled out from underneath, brushing off the dust on his body. She couldn't bear to see it, so she handed him a wet wipe.

He is different from his ex. At least he won't break into a girl's window at night like a robber.

Yang didn't care. There was a dog guarding the door, so he had to climb through the window instead.

She took the skull mask, looked at it, and put it on her head. It blocked her vision a little, but it was very interesting.

"Did it scare you? I thought you'd like it."

She did like it, but that didn't mean she wasn't afraid. But...how did he know?

"You can read minds?" she questioned.

Yang Suo: "No, I just like it. I didn't expect that we have similar tastes."

“…” The coincidence was a bit weird.

The light in the woman's room was still on. He saw two dark shadows, which eventually merged together. Manuel was standing alone on the wall, and the moon was covered by dark clouds like a bull's horn.