After fleeing all night and suffering serious injuries, Blaita feared that if he didn't eat something soon, he would really be exposed, so he quickly buried his head in his food and began to eat.
The food tasted amazing, and the dishes were unlike anything he'd ever seen before. It seemed to melt in his mouth. He stuffed a big mouthful into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and chewed quickly, exclaiming, "Sir, the food you brought is so delicious! I've never eaten anything like it before!"
Lin Daozheng stood in front of the hospital bed, glanced at him indifferently without comment, and said nothing.
Bleta was so hungry that she devoured the food in no time, and even licked her lips with lingering satisfaction, wishing she could pick up the food container and lick it again.
Lin Dao couldn't stand his appearance and asked, "What did you eat before?" After saying that, he thought of the corn he had been gnawing on before, which was roasted to the point of being as black as charcoal.
After thinking carefully, Bletta replied, "Roasted potatoes, roasted corn, roasted mushrooms, roasted compressed biscuits..."
"Alright, why do you even have to bake compressed biscuits?" Lin Dao asked casually.
Bryta chuckled, "They taste better roasted! I love roasted ones the most!" If we could catch a plump alien... well, if they were all as ferocious as that giant spider, even if they weren't alive, it might be worth considering.
After being chased and hunted by such a ferocious spider species, Bryta suffered severe psychological trauma. He now thinks that not eating live prey is an option, as it's better than being eaten by food.
Seeing his delicate and handsome face furrowed in worry, Lin Dao asked, "What are you thinking about? So, why did you encounter another mutant this time?"
Just as Bleta was marveling at how dangerous the food was, she instinctively shuddered when he mentioned the man. Forcing herself to remain calm, she replied in a low voice, "N-I don't know."
Again, I don't know.
Lin Dao, composed and looking down at him, said, "Do you think you can get away with it by saying you don't know?"
Britta suddenly felt the man's imposing presence and fearfully stepped back, leaning against the headboard. She dared not look into his deep, inky eyes and whispered, "I was delivering white roses and drinks to Colonel Klindall. I... I really don't know why I ran into him..."
Hearing this, Lin Dao was taken aback. Seeing his still pale face and the bandaged wound on his shoulder, he composed himself and asked, "Then what about that man? Why was he chasing you?"
Bleta lowered her head, biting her lip, and whispered in a barely audible voice, "I...I don't know."
Lin Dao could tell he was deliberately hiding something, and raised his voice: "You really don't know anything?"
"real……"
Lin Dao interrupted him in a deep voice, looking down at him and said, "Breta, do you think you'll still be lying here alive if you don't tell the truth next time something happens?"
Bretta was startled by his words and trembled again. He cautiously looked up at the man in front of him and opened his mouth slightly: "I...I...he asked me..." He was about to speak when he suddenly realized that if the man in front of him knew that he was an experimental mutant, he would definitely not let him live. He immediately bit his lip and dared not say anything.
Seeing this, Lin Dao's eyes darkened. She stepped forward and pressed him in a deep voice, "What did he ask you?"
Bretta was frightened by his expression and dared not lie any longer: "He asked me where the test subject was. I didn't know. I was afraid he would take me back to continue the experiment, so I ran away." When he said this, he deliberately avoided the name of the test subject, "Easton," and dared not look at him again.
Upon hearing this, Lin Dao knew that Bletta hadn't lied this time, but he was definitely hiding something.
Easton's experimental subject had a huge bounty on the dark web, and he wasn't sure who had sent the person from last night and the suddenly appearing spider-like creature. But it was clear that his investigation of Bryta had attracted their attention.
He turned his head and looked down at the child in front of him, suddenly regretting naming him after his experimental English name.
He said to Bryta seriously, "You were rescued from the lab by Klindall, so it's inevitable that you'll be targeted. Remember, you must always keep your surname hidden. You can't reveal a single word about the Easton Lab to anyone except me."
Bretta was taken aback, not understanding why he should be eliminated, even though this man had saved him. He felt that the man was also very dangerous to him, but he still nodded obediently.
He thought for a moment, then hesitated several times before speaking.
"What do you want to ask?" Lin Dao noticed his hesitation.
Bleta mustered her courage and asked in a low voice, "Sir, what is your name?"
"Lin Dao".
Bretta, who was illiterate, heard the name and felt a sense of familiarity because two of the words sounded similar to Mr. Klindall's name. She nodded, put on a fawning smile, and said, "Thank you for saving me, Mr. Lindall. You are a good person too."
Looking at the boy's innocent and lovely smile, Lin Dao felt a mix of emotions. He looked away uncomfortably and said coldly, "I'm not as good as you think."
After the bullet was removed, Bretta's wound healed even faster. When Yu Lai checked on him, he marveled at the astonishing speed of his recovery; no wonder he was young, with such a high metabolism.
Bretta's heart skipped a beat. His recovery speed was definitely higher than that of ordinary people. What if he was discovered?
Moreover, this hospital looked clean and hygienic, so it must be extremely expensive; he had no money to pay for it. He awkwardly said to Xiang You, "Mr. Xiang, I don't have that much money. Could I go home and recuperate first?" Actually, he planned to return to work in the underground city as soon as he got back, but he was afraid Mr. West would fire him.
Upon hearing this, Xiang You raised an eyebrow and joked, "It's alright, Lin Dao paid for you. How can a hero save a damsel in distress not pay?"
Upon hearing this, although he didn't understand what the phrase "hero saves the beauty" meant, he still felt a little embarrassed. He hurriedly said, "I'm really fine now. I... I want to go home."
He hadn't been able to revert to his original form for several days. Although maintaining his human form was no problem, it made him extremely uncomfortable. Also, he was afraid of being discovered, so he had kept the rose vine hidden under his bed.
Most importantly, the flowers he promised to send to Mr. Clingdale have become so attached to him, while the two bottles of drinks are still in his trouser pocket.
Bryta frowned in distress.
Seeing that Xiang You insisted on being discharged from the hospital and had indeed recovered a lot, he mentioned this to Lin Dao.
Lin Dao was busy investigating the suddenly appearing spider mutant and the mysterious man these past few days, so he didn't have time to deal with him and casually replied, "If he wants to be discharged, let him be." After thinking for a moment, he added, "Put a tracking device on him."
Xiang You was taken aback, then nodded: "Okay, I understand."
When Blaita was discharged from the hospital, he arranged for someone he knew, Joe Song, to specially take him home.
Perhaps because Qiao Song looked about the same age as him and was always very enthusiastic towards him, Bleta enjoyed spending time with him.
"Tata! Why are you in such a hurry to be discharged? Xiang You's private hospital is expensive, and the food is delicious. Wouldn't it be better to stay here for a few more days and recuperate properly?" Qiao Song sat casually by his hospital bed.
Bretta's original clothes were stained with blood and were tattered. Tata thoughtfully brought him a set of clothes that fit him quite well. Qiao Song fiddled with what looked like some kind of instrument in his hand and casually said, "I knew you would look about the same in my clothes... This broken instrument is so poorly made. If Captain Lin hadn't asked me to fix it, I wouldn't have bothered with this kind of junk."
Qiao Song's favorite pastime was tinkering with intricate and complex artificial intelligence robots. Bretta had heard him boast about some and had even shown him a few interesting electronic bionic pets.
Bretta came over after changing her clothes and was startled to see the familiar compass instrument in his hand, though badly damaged. She then pretended not to care and asked, "What's this?"
As Qiao Song fiddled with it, he shrugged: "It should be a kind of vocal device that simulates the communication frequencies of animals. Maybe it can be used to communicate with animal-type Xenomorphs and achieve the purpose of control. The captain found a kid playing with it when he was dealing with that spider Xenomorph in the slums. It seems that the Xenomorph that attacked you that day was controlled."
Bryta had already suspected something, and now he nodded. Suddenly, his chest twitched, and he quickly reached out and pressed it to reassure the rose vine hidden in his arms.
"By the way, when Xiang You dissected that spider, he found half a human inside that hadn't been digested yet. Tsk tsk, all that was left were bones, except for the tattered clothes." Qiao Song clicked his tongue and said, "That's fucking terrifying. You're lucky to have Captain Lin save you."
Upon hearing his description, Bleta turned pale. He remembered that it seemed Rose Vine had struck the short, thin man through the chest. Could they have been discovered as well? Bleta nervously pressed his hand against his chest.
Qiao Song casually said something to him on the way, but Bleta was no longer in the mood to listen.
When he got home, after seeing Qiao Song off, he closed the door, rushed off his shoes, and jumped onto the bed. In the instant he transformed back into a fluffy little white mouse, peeking his head out from his loose, limp clothes.
The rose vine immediately sprang out, sheathed its thorns, and wrapped around him in a wreath, its delicate white blossoms nuzzling affectionately against his cheek. Bryta felt a little ticklish from the touch, and comfortably squinted his eyes as he snuggled closer to rub against it.
This rose vine, mutated by his blood, was connected to his soul, bringing him peace in this world full of humans and danger.
The white mouse completely relaxed, snuggled close to the white rose, and drifted off to sleep amidst its faint fragrance.
Bleta was awakened by hunger. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a small branch of the rose vine reaching out and carefully poking her cheek.
"Are you hungry too?" it asked in its original form.
Fortunately, it understood perfectly. The flower nodded to it and showed it its closed and curled petals and leaves with a wronged expression.
Bleta raised his small black eyes in a troubled manner, thought for a moment, and instantly transformed into human form. He quickly put on the clothes scattered on the bed.
He knew it liked to suck his blood, but he was afraid of the pain. After thinking for a moment, he turned on the emergency light by his bedside. All the lights in the base's residential area would be turned off after midnight.
He saw a simple vase on the cabinet by the door, picked it up, and was about to change the water when he remembered that the base only had short water supply periods at certain times each day. He picked up the watch-like communicator and glanced at it; it showed that it was already three in the morning.
And he was so hungry too.
He turned back with a troubled look to the little white rose, which seemed to be looking expectantly—if its delicate flower could be considered a face—sighed, and subconsciously coaxed it in a pleading tone, "Could you wait a little longer? Until dawn, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, the slightly arrogant little white rose immediately sprouted a vine, pulled out the two bottles of dark green, obviously delicious-looking drinks from his pocket, and waved them impatiently in front of Bretta.
Bretta swallowed hard, then quickly shook her head and reached out to take it back: "No, this is for Colonel Klindall."
The little white rose panicked and quickly removed it, suspending it closer to itself.
"You're saying everyone's dead, and if we don't drink...we'll starve to death too?" Bleta's eyes widened, she licked her dry lips repeatedly, then exclaimed in fright, "...You said I won't die, but you will?!"
He remembered that Little White Rose had been very weak ever since he was hospitalized. It seemed that it hadn't been able to replenish its blood, and it might really not be able to hold on any longer.
As soon as she thought of that, the little white rose immediately went limp and weak, along with its stem and vines, which startled Bryta so much that she quickly went forward to hug it.
The little white rose turned her flowery face away, looking aggrieved, and stretched out a vine to touch Bryta's face, then tremblingly pointed to the green drink lying on the bed.
Britta panicked immediately and softened her heart.
For him, Colonel Klindall was the one who saved him, but this little white rose was now his only companion, and he didn't want it to die.
He thought about it and decided that he could buy another bottle with his own money later and find a way to give it to Colonel Klindall when the time was right. He had just escaped danger and dared not go again.
Bryta nodded: "Then let's open a bottle and drink...we'll each have half a bottle."
Before he could finish speaking, the little white rose immediately stretched out its vines, revealing sharp thorns, and easily twisted them, inserting itself into the bottle like a straw, making a "slurp slurp" sound. In no time, the entire bottle of green beverage was emptied to Bretta's astonishment.
He watched the petals of the little white rose unfold, and then, as if he had just let out a satisfied burp, before he could even react, he quickly extended his vines and deftly twisted open the second bottle!
"No!" Bleta quickly stopped it, and seeing it turn its head to look at him as if it were drunk, Bleta hurriedly said, "You can't drink anymore."
The little guy finally realized what was happening and quickly scurried back, snuggling against his chest in a soft and affectionate manner. He then used a vine to retrieve the last opened bottle of beverage and brought it to Breta's lips, as if he were going to feed him.
Bretta had woken up hungry, and now that the bottle was open, the whole room, including the little white rose, smelled enticing. He looked down with difficulty at the green liquid that the little white rose was trying to entice him to his lips, and swallowed hard.
Even though he wanted to resist, it just kept coming right up to his lips.
"Do you really want to drink it?" Bleta asked it.
It eagerly joined in twice more.
"It tastes good?"
"Yes, it's steaming as soon as it's opened, and it seems like it'll spoil if you don't drink it."
Bryta struggled and struggled, but finally licked her lips and said, "Then I'll just have a little bit."
"No, I don't need you to feed me." He quickly grabbed the beverage bottle, lowered his head, and took a small sip.
"It tastes so good!" He thought it tasted even better than the one in the green potion bottle. It was a little sweet and a little spicy, with a bubbly sensation rising in his mouth. Little White Rose beside him was still encouraging him. He took one sip after another, each sip bigger than the last, until he turned the bottle upside down and dripped it all in, still wanting more, a blush spreading across his face.
"Burp." He burped.
"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door.
Bryta, feeling dazed and disheveled, got out of bed, barefoot on the floor, and walked towards the door wearing an oversized, loose shirt and fleece shorts.
The little white rose sensed danger and immediately became alert. She wrapped herself around his waist and scurried behind the door to hide, her vines spreading out to reveal sharp thorns, assuming a posture ready to attack at any moment.
Bretta swaggered open the door. The motion-sensor light was on, and standing there was a man in a black sweater, looking tired and gloomy. The man was startled when he saw Bretta's rosy cheeks, then his gaze unconsciously swept over the round, white shoulders exposed by the slouching shirt, before he awkwardly looked away.
Bretta recognized him and chuckled somewhat dazedly, "Mr. Lin Dao... what's wrong?"
Lin Dao's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he said stiffly, "Be quiet tonight." With that, he turned and went into the room next door, slamming the door shut.
Author's Note: Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants with nutrient solution between 17:28:20 on January 14, 2022 and 17:59:23 on January 15, 2022!
Thank you to the little angels who threw landmines: Little Innocent Who Throws Zongzi (4); What a Big Maine Coon Cat (1);
Thank you to the little angel who watered the nutrient solution: MikaMika (10 bottles);
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
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