Chapter 79 Eating hot pot! He still can't forget that hot pot
"...The test results are out. Is it? The same as the head of the base? The amnesia is caused by some drug stimulating the brain nerves. Our institute is already trying to make an antidote, but the current research direction is? Targeting the human body, and you..."
The doctor in a white coat shrugged, put the pen in his chest pocket, and said helplessly: "Inhumans and humans are similar but different. The same antidote is effective for the base, but it may not be effective for you. But don't worry too much. Although there may be some differences, the general direction will not go wrong. It just takes a little time."
At this point, the doctor looked at the two young men who were sitting and lying in front of him with some sympathy. The one lying down was temporarily tied to the bed because he had been thinking about escaping and going to prison to continue harboring this weird idea.
As for the person sitting there, his temperament and demeanor were obviously not ordinary, but definitely a high-level alien.
To be honest, the words sympathy and strangeness should not be put together, but after hearing about their experiences along the way, everyone has to say it is bizarre!
Unlucky, too? Unlucky.
No? But it can be considered as? Turning over a new leaf?
Moreover, with the base leader and that person as guarantors, these two aliens are currently considered to be one of their own, so the doctor doesn't feel awkward at all.
Of course, one of the more important reasons is that he really wants to study living high-level aliens.
Thinking of this, the doctor coughed lightly, and his eyes could not help but move towards the abdomen of one of the aliens.
"Do you need to check the wound here? I heard that it hasn't healed for more than half a month. This is obviously unreasonable... I mean, the self-healing ability of aliens is very strong. Your situation is very dangerous. How about coming to our institute for a thorough and comprehensive check?"
He asked seriously, but his eyes revealed a certain eagerness.
The young alien held the paper cup in his hand, remained calm in the burning gaze, and said calmly: "Thank you for your kindness, but I am recovering now. It may be because I came into contact with something unclean before, so the speed of healing was affected."
The doctor's face was full of "No? Impossible" and he blurted out: "We have studied that the self-healing ability of the mutants is not affected by bacteria or viruses at all, nor is it affected by drugs. This is a special power of race and passivity, or even a kind of rule, and only rules can fight against rules..."
He paused, his expression suddenly changed, and he asked tremblingly: "I remember you said before that this wound was caused by a battle with the base commander...?"
The bartender nodded.
The doctor quickly held his head and struggled, "I seem to have a very scary guess in my mind."
The bartender took a sip of tea and asked, "Your base commander has never demonstrated his special abilities?"
Doctor: "No! Base? He always likes to use fists when fighting. Every punch creates an air blast. Everyone thought he was the same as Captain Xuanwu? A space-based one! Who knew he was actually a domain-based one!"
He said in disbelief: "Look at him, he doesn't look like Captain Zai Zhe at all!"
Boom boom boom.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
The doctor shuddered all over, closed his eyes and squatted down, "I'm sorry, I didn't say anything behind Boss Lion's back! I didn't guess anything, don't you want to kill me to silence me?!"
"You go? I won't care if you assassinate Jing Heng."
Zhang Chun stood at the door, looking at the doctor speechlessly, feeling a headache. This was the only one at the institute who had done in-depth research on brain nerves, so he couldn't change him even if he wanted to.
He sighed, "Take your equipment and follow me. Here comes another amnesiac."
The doctor was distracted by this and looked up wonderingly, "What happened to you recently? Have you been infected with some kind of supernatural power that can cause amnesia?"
"It should just be? An accident."
Zhang Chun said calmly, paused for a moment, turned to the bartender who was drinking tea quietly, and said hesitantly: "Maybe... you need to come too."
The bartender raised his eyes, the corners of his lips slightly raised, with a smile? Not a smile?, "Are you sure you want me to step out of this door?"
Zhang Chun: "Yes? I'm sure."
This response made the bartender feel a little strange.
But before he could figure it out, he saw a strange combination in another room.
Three barking exotic dogs tied to the corner of the table, a two-meter-tall pink claw machine placed in the corner, a straight fishing rod, and a pink-haired boy squatting behind the machine, looking dejected and full of grievances, picking up dead fish.
Pink hair?
The bartender had a weird look on his face.
Zhang Chun asked the doctor to check on a man with amnesia lying on the bed, then turned to the bartender and said helplessly, "After I scolded you, you just squatted there and didn't move."
The bartender looked at Zhang Chun, who was obviously a little embarrassed, and seemed to understand something. It was not urgent. He said slowly: "So what?"
Zhang Chun coughed a few times and explained in a low voice: "I tried to comfort him, but no matter what I said, he didn't respond. He must still be upset."
The bartender looked at Zhang Chun with a faint smile on his face and repeated, "So?"
Zhang Chun: "Go for me? Comfort me, and I'll return the puppet master's body to you."
The bartender's smile froze. "...Not really? Use it, research it, or destroy it. It's up to you."
Killing the puppeteer would not only improve his own abilities, but also prove his own position without a doubt, so it was almost a no-brainer.
The healing of his injuries confirmed his thoughts.
Compared to the mysterious and wonderful feelings, the entanglement of interests is the area they are familiar with.
Because once the killing of the puppet master is exposed, he will never be able to return to the Northwest Base, and may even be hunted down by high-level aliens. This is the evidence he took the initiative to hand over.
The bartender used this handle to exchange for a new living space, not to mention that he had no attachment to the Northwest at all.
As for the ruined city, they needed high-level aliens and even intelligence related to the Northwest Base, and all of this could be learned from the bartender who had recovered his memory.
This is a cooperation that both parties are very satisfied with.
Only Chu Xiuyan knew nothing, but he was having a lot of fun.
Although I'm sulking now.
He saw a familiar figure squatting next to him, and was a little surprised, even the feeling of grievance disappeared. "Bartender? You are here! I thought you left..."
"Because there are some things that need to be dealt with, I was left at the base? Headquarters." The bartender touched the boy's hair, and after confirming that it was just a wig, he withdrew his hand without any expression, and said thoughtfully: "Do you want to? Go out? For a walk?"
Chu Xiuyan originally wanted to say that he had walked alone before, but after thinking about it carefully, going out alone? Is it the same as going out with someone? So? He agreed.
He left behind a claw machine, a fishing rod and dead fish, and took away three dogs and a backpack full of wigs.
Deliberately ignoring Zhang Chun's gaze, he walked out of the room without looking sideways.
The bartender smiled at Zhang Chun, then followed the boy and left.
The argument between the doctor and Wan Mingxu could be heard constantly in the ward.
"Look at the test report! Your case is obviously the result of a head injury caused by hitting a rock in shallow water, which in turn caused retrograde amnesia!"
Wan Mingxu spoke clearly: "I don't have amnesia."
The doctor shook the medical report loudly, "Your vision is blurred due to the concussion, why are you still insisting on this? Follow the doctor's advice, take medicine on time, rest more, and exercise less!"
"I don't have amnesia."
Wan Mingxu looked at Zhang Chun, squinted his eyes to see the other person's face clearly, pointed at him and said: "Who is this person? My former companion, you also know him. I clearly remember everything that happened in the past, so I don't have amnesia."
The doctor looked at Zhang Chun, then at the test results? , and muttered: "No? Maybe, the symptoms are the same..."
Zhang Chun was not cold? Ding said: "You should have met the pink-haired boy who just walked out a few times. Who is he?"
Wan Mingxu frowned and said seriously, "My son."
The doctor blurted out, "What the hell are you doing? No? Your memory of existence has increased!"
Zhang Chun sighed, "I used to think you were prone to being stupid, but now? You're really stupid."
He turned around and prepared to go out to attend the meeting upstairs, but what happened? He saw three angry acquaintances walking down the corridor.
Zhang Chun's eyelids jumped, and he pretended not to see it, and wanted to leave through the other corridor, but he was blocked at the door of the ward by Zai Zhe who quickened his pace.
"What a coincidence, isn't it? I wonder if you've ever seen a boy with white hair?"
Zai Zhe snapped his fingers, and a scratched, tattered, and low-quality coffin fell out of the field, hitting the ground with a thud.
He held the coffin and said with a fake smile, "This coffin of mine is made of gold, of high quality and beautiful appearance, but it has become like this now, and it is a second-hand product. How can you let this child go out and meet people in the future?"
After he finished speaking, his tone suddenly changed, "So you have to find a home for this child!"
Zhang Chun's eyelids twitched faster. The guy in front of him was obviously looking for a scapegoat to buy a coffin, so he said simply, "Melt it again and customize one for me. It should be 200 cm long, 150 cm wide, and about 70 cm high. It should be made of blood crystals as a whole, and the outside can be inlaid with gold. It should be as gorgeous as possible."
Zai Zhe calculated the size, his expression changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What are you doing here? Customizing a coffin? What are you doing here? You want me to go? Make a single bed!"
"Come on, leave it to you."
Zhang Chun turned around and faced Xuan Wu and Wu Gaoyuan again.
"...Who are you? Did you come to me as a group?"
Wu Gaoyuan showed a rare look of anxiety: "I wanted to find the blue-haired boy in your house. I asked him to help walk the dog, but it's almost evening and he hasn't come back yet, so I'm a little worried about the dog."
He paused and added, "Of course, I am also worried about your child."
Zhang Chun: "... Yun Yan brought your dog here two hours ago, but now he's out again. Don't worry too much. He's a normal-thinking psychic after all."
Xuan Wu was laughing beside him. Although they had only known each other for a short time, he had already deeply felt some kind of magical quality in the boy, so he couldn't stop laughing until Zhang Chun stared at him silently for a long time before he coughed a few times with difficulty and pretended that nothing had happened.
"So what do you have to do?" Zhang Chun looked at Xuan Wu and suddenly remembered the claw machine in the room. "That machine was taken from you by Yun Yan. How much is it? I'll buy it."
"No, what about that claw machine? I gave it to him." Xuan Wu shrugged, "By the way, green hair is actually? It's pretty nice."
......So why do these three people reveal Yunyan's different hair colors in every sentence?
Zhang Chun thought, he is not a rigid person, as long as he doesn't dye his hair in any weird colors and likes to wear wigs, then he can wear whatever he wants.
Zai Zhe was still struggling with whether to make coffin beds for others, but Zhang Chun's words gave him a new idea. After all, coffins could not be sold, but if they were made bigger, they could be disguised as beds and sold? Ah!
At this moment, Zhang Chun's phone suddenly rang. Because he often received various work-related calls, he habitually put the phone on the line.
So? That familiar voice came cheerfully from the other end of the line.
"Uncle, uncle! I found a hotpot restaurant that looks super delicious! Come on, come on! I'll send you the address!"
Zhang Chun glanced at the time and thought, isn't he worthy of being a bartender? He actually managed to please the customer so quickly, so he quickly replied, "Okay, I'll be there soon."
As soon as I put down my phone, I looked up and saw three faces with different expressions.
Wu Gaoyuan crossed his arms and said, "I miss my dog."
Zai Zhe was conflicted: "Should I go? Ask Yun Yan if he likes it? He likes the coffin bed."
Xuan Wu shrugged: "Don't get me wrong, it's a rare opportunity to watch these two guys having fun, so of course I have to go."
Zhang Chun clenched his hand holding the phone slightly, "If you like to have a meal together, let's go? At the next table."
Suddenly, a hand pressed on his shoulder from behind. Who was it? Wan Mingxu, who had a bandage on his head.
His expression was unusually serious, and he asked earnestly, "Is this a family dinner? Then I want to join in, too."
Zhang Chun: “…”
Xuan Wu was most familiar with Wan Mingxu, and he clearly sensed something unusual about him, and was surprised: "Who is this person? The dark aura that made everyone owe me money is gone!"
Zhang Chun said: "He was stupid."
As the group prepared to leave, the doctor in the ward behind them hurriedly chased after them.
"Captain Wan! You are? A patient! No? You can't eat oily and spicy food——"
"Also! Remember to take your medicine when you come back! If you have a problem with your brain, you have to take medicine—"
......
So, Chu Xiuyan, who was queuing in front of the hot pot restaurant and waiting for people, welcomed such a large team.
"Oops, uncle is split."
Chu Xiuyan half-squatted on the ground, complaining with dead fish eyes. At this time, he was wearing a baseball cap and a fashionable loose jacket, looking more refreshing and youthful.
Zhang Chun casually patted the boy on the head and sighed, "You gave it to them. They heard me on the phone and insisted on following me. But you can let them pay and order more expensive food later."
Zai Zhe: “We are still here.”
Wan Mingxu has already started paying.
Wu Gaoyuan squatted down and tried to call the three dogs, but the dogs, who had been walked by Chu Xiuyan for the whole afternoon, had completely forgotten their original owner and sat on the ground, sticking out their tongues, with clear stupidity in their eyes.
Because there were too many people, we finally ordered a private room.
The boss recognized the group and kept sending all kinds of free snacks to the box.
In the end, Chu Xiuyan got all the benefits.
He ate there without thinking, and various scenes were reflected in his eyes when he looked up from time to time.
In the front left is Wu Gaoyuan, holding the golden retriever and keeping him away from the people around him.
"Xuanwu, don't feed the dogs secretly. They can't eat it."
"No? Yes? They are? Exotic beasts, right? They can even eat carrion!"
Xuan Wu is not? All over the floor? Muttering, Wu Gaoyuan solemnly? Said that in the dog-raising manual before the disaster, it was written like this, pet dogs? Can't eat things that are too? Salty? Too? Oily? Too? Spicy.
So? The two sides had a heated discussion on the question of "Can a dog that has turned into a strange beast eat oily and spicy food?"
"Coffin, bed, coffin, bed..."
Zai Zhe, who was sitting next to Xuan Wu, was confused and was talking to himself. He wanted to make a coffin bed. The meat in the bowl was almost mashed into meat paste by the chopsticks. He felt the opposite side? Casting his eyes, he whispered to Chu Xiuyan: "Do you think the coffin bed is good?"
Chu Xiuyan stuffed food in his mouth, nodded heavily, and even gave a thumbs up in affirmation.
Zai Zhe started calling his family.
Wan Mingxu, who was near the door, was flipping through the menu, ordering more dishes, and trying to stuff all the meat that others had put into the hot pot into Chu Xiuyan's bowl.
Zhang Chun's eyelids jumped, and he raised his hand to stop him, but failed. He kept shouting, "Eat your own food, don't give it to him."
Chu Xiuyan silently raised the bowl, stretched it under Zhang Chun's arm, caught the meat that Wan Mingxu was holding with the serving chopsticks, and pretended nothing had happened. He took back the bowl and continued to eat the meat.
The bartender couldn't stand the spiciness, and the clear soup pot was also contaminated by the spicy pot, so he was washing the meat with water. Seeing the boy's face flushed, he didn't know if it was hot or spicy, so he handed him a glass of room temperature fruit juice, "Drink some, slowly."
Chu Xiuyan drank it all in one gulp. The temperature in the room was a bit high, so he simply took off his cap, and his new hair color of half black and half white was immediately exposed to everyone.
The noisy box suddenly became quiet.
“Hahahahaha!” The first one to notice it was Zai Zhe who was on the phone on the other side and laughed out loud.
Zhang Chun, who was originally arguing with Wan Mingxu about whether to over-indulge children, was instantly diverted.
"......wig?"
Zhang Chun reached out his hand and tugged at the boy's hair with some fear.
Chu Xiuyan's eyes flickered for a moment.
Zhang Chun took a deep breath.
"Cloud! Flame!"
Chu Xiuyan's voice was even louder than his: "I want both white and black, this is the only way!"
Zhang Chun was amazed: "You can wear the wig as you like, but dye it into such a weird color... dye your hair back?!"
"No!" Chu Xiuyan said, "This is a fashion trend for young people! You old-fashioned uncle doesn't understand it at all!"
"But this is too? Weird!"
Zhang Chun began to discuss with the boy.
The phone he placed on the table was vibrating continuously, with messages popping up one after another. The avatar was exactly the Lion Boss.
[I heard you guys went? To have a dinner party? Add me in! ]
【Poor cat head.jpg】
[Are you there? Send me the address, I want to come too! ]
【Zhang Chun Zhang Chun Zhang Chun Zhang Chun Zhang Chun (some parts are omitted below)】
【Wuwuwu, come back to me】
【QAQ】
But at this time, no one had time to reply to him.
No? The big box was extremely lively.
Xuan Wu and Wu Gaoyuan were still arguing about the exotic pet recipes and were about to fight. Zai Zhe was scolded for changing his job and customizing the bed. Wan Mingxu insisted on adding more food and even said "you can take it away" after being persuaded by the waiter. Chu Xiuyan covered his ears and yelled at Zhang Chun. The bartender who sat next to him ignored the noise and drank tea quietly...
The orange-red light illuminated the entire private room, and the heat rising slowly from the hot pot cast a hazy hue on the light.
The boy sitting on the sofa covered his ears, taking in everything around him through the hazy heat. What was in his ears was a noisy and chaotic sound, but because he covered his ears with his hands, he couldn't hear it clearly, as if in a dream.
Indistinctly, it seemed as if everything was frozen at this moment.
…
Because the system is taking photos like crazy, right? Still images from the same angle? All of them are recorded in the material library, and I am still muttering: [This scene feels so difficult to draw... Tsk. ]
Chu Xiuyan followed the system's instructions and acted like an acting genius. He kept looking for places to pose, but in his heart he was cheering like crazy: [System! Come on! System! Come on!]
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