Deepen people
The curtains in the safe room were drawn, with only the light from the computer screen illuminating Du Siling's face. He was analyzing the encrypted data in General Huo's dog tag, his fingers flying across the keyboard. Han Beimo sat at the other end of the room, wiping his pistol with fluid and precise movements—too precise, Du Siling noticed the subtle change in the arc, a habit he had developed at the police academy.
"You're copying me again," Du Siling said without turning her head.
Han Beimo paused for a moment: "What?"
"The way you clean your gun. The third stroke, a 15-degree clockwise rotation, that's my habit." Du Siling turned around. "Yours was originally 30 degrees counter-clockwise."
Han Beimo looked down at his hands, as if realizing the change for the first time: "I didn't notice."
This is the problem. Since the "reorganization" at the underwater base, their genetic connections have stabilized, and the fear of fusion has subsided. However, more subtle changes are taking place—skills, habits, and even instincts are silently merging. Du Siling finds herself starting to like the spicy food that Han Beimo prefers, while Han Beimo unconsciously mimics Du Siling's speaking rhythm.
"What did you find?" Han Beimo walked over and looked at the computer screen.
Du Siling pointed to a decoded text: "General Huo's research notes. He said that Omega genes have a 'quantum entanglement' property; when two carriers establish a deep connection, they will continue to evolve synchronously even if physically separated."
"Explain."
"It means we'll become more and more alike." Du Siling closed the file. "Not in appearance, but inwardly. Mindset, skills, preferences... we might eventually become mirror images of each other."
Han Beimo was silent for a moment: "Are you scared?"
"I don't know," Du Siling said honestly. "Sometimes it feels like I've gained a different perspective, and sometimes... I worry about losing myself."
Night fell, and Du Siling went to sleep first. The nightmare arrived as expected—not his own memories, nor Han Beimo's, but some kind of hybrid: a dark basement overlapping with the police academy training ground, his father's funeral intertwined with the scene of Han Beimo's mother's death. He struggled in the dream until a hand gripped his wrist.
"It's alright," Han Beimo's voice echoed in the darkness. "It was just a dream."
Du Siling sat up, panting, and found that Han Beimo had come to the bedside at some point. No blue lines appeared where their skin touched, but a sense of calm flowed through their connection. Even stranger, a forgotten memory resurfaced—
A rainy night at the orphanage. Two little boys squeezed onto a narrow single bed, while lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the window. Young Du Siling sobbed, and Han Beimo (then still Xiao Bei) awkwardly patted his back: "Don't be afraid, I'll protect you." Then they hooked their fingers together, making a childish promise: "Never to be separated."
"You remember?" Han Beimo asked softly, clearly having seen the same memory.
Du Siling nodded, her chest tightening. That promise was so childish, yet so sincere. After everything they'd been through, they had actually, by a twist of fate, fulfilled this naive vow.
The next day, Du Siling continued studying General Huo's files. In a hidden compartment, he found a silver syringe, different from both the red and blue ones. The label read: "Ω's Gift - Use when twins are of one mind."
"Another syringe." Du Siling showed it to Han Beimo. "The instructions say it needs to be injected simultaneously at a time when complete trust is required."
Han Beimo inspected the syringe: "No ingredient label. Risk unknown."
"That's what Omega left behind," Du Siling mused. "His last words were 'I wish you happiness'... Perhaps that's the real solution."
But none of them dared to try it lightly. The lessons learned from the red and blue syringes were too profound, and this mysterious "gift" could have any consequences.
In the afternoon, Du Siling contacted Lin Yue through an encrypted channel. Her image appeared on the screen, with the background appearing to be inside a moving vehicle.
"You're still alive!" Lin Yue breathed a sigh of relief. "Chen Yan has been suspended pending investigation, but the situation is worse—the military has activated the 'Purification Protocol,' and a special forces unit is assembling specifically to target RH-0 carriers."
"Details?" Du Siling asked.
Lin Yue sent an encrypted file: "The commander's name is Zhao Jian, and he has the Γ mark. He's supposedly the 'perfect version' of the Gamma series, with no emotional fluctuations and absolute obedience to orders."
The photograph in the document shows a man with a blank expression, a clearly visible Γ brand on the back of his neck. Most disturbingly, his eyes are completely black pupils, devoid of any reflection.
"A cyborg?" Han Beimo frowned.
"Even worse," Lin Yue said in a low voice, "It's said he can interfere with the connections of RH-0 carriers. Yang Zhiming warned us to be careful of this person before he died."
The communication suddenly went down, clearly indicating that Lin Yue was in trouble. Du Siling and Han Beimo immediately prepared to move to the safe house—experience told them that if a location was mentioned, it was no longer safe.
Just as they were packing their equipment, Du Siling's alert instincts suddenly kicked in and he screamed. He shoved Han Beimo aside, and almost at the same moment, a sniper bullet pierced the window and struck the spot where he had just been standing.
"The building across the street!" Han Beimo immediately determined the trajectory of the ballistic missile.
The two quickly took cover. The second bullet struck the wall where Han Beimo was hiding, missing his head by mere centimeters. Du Siling felt a fleeting premonition of death through the connection—not his own, but Han Beimo's.
"He's playing us." Han Beimo was surprisingly calm. "At this distance, Zhao Jian couldn't possibly miss twice."
The third bullet shattered the bathroom mirror. Du Siling suddenly understood the pattern—the sniper was driving them towards the door. There was definitely an ambush there.
"Rear window," Du Siling gestured, "fire escape."
They moved back carefully. Just as Du Siling opened the window, Han Beimo suddenly pulled him back and turned to shield him—a bullet struck Han Beimo's shoulder, the impact slamming him against the wall.
"No!" Du Siling caught his sliding body and checked the wound. The bullet had grazed his shoulder blade; it wasn't fatal, but the blood wouldn't stop flowing.
Through the connection, Du Siling felt not only pain, but also Han Beimo's decision in that instant—not a rational risk assessment, but purely driven by emotion: he would rather get hurt himself than let Du Siling take risks.
"Are you crazy?!" Du Siling yelled while bandaging her wound. "That bullet couldn't kill me!"
Han Beimo's face was pale with pain, but he forced a smile: "An instinctive reaction."
This overprotective action became the trigger. After being moved to a new safe location, Du Siling finally exploded:
"We can't go on like this! Every time you take a bullet for me, every time you think of sacrificing yourself... this isn't right!"
Han Beimo leaned back on the sofa, letting Du Siling treat his wounds: "Then what do you suggest we do? Just watch you get hurt?"
"Yes! If that's a reasonable choice!" Du Siling tightened the bandage. "You're not my bodyguard, Han Beimo. We're... partners. Equals."
"Equality?" Han Beimo sneered. "If you didn't have dozens of lives on your shoulders, Du Siling, you wouldn't have a chance to return to a normal life."
"Screw your normal life!" Du Siling rarely swore. "You think I want a life without... without connections?"
Both of them were stunned. This was the first time they had truly discussed the question of "what comes next"—if it all ended, if they really found a solution, what would they do next?
Silence spread through the safe house. Du Siling continued tending to his wounds, his movements unconsciously softening—the same gentleness Han Beimo used when caring for him. Han Beimo noticed, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"I'm sorry." Finally, Han Beimo spoke first. "I'm used to...protecting people who are important to me. But I did it the wrong way."
Du Siling sighed, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have yelled at you."
At that moment, something strange happened—when they sincerely apologized, the fluctuations in their genetic connection calmed down. Not weakened, but became more harmonious, like instruments tuned to the right frequency.
"Did you feel it?" Du Siling asked in surprise.
Han Beimo nodded: "It's like the feeling of achieving balance in the Red Chamber... but more natural."
They continued their conversation experimentally, sharing their true feelings—Du Siling's fear of losing her identity, Han Beimo's aversion to violence, and their uncertainty about the future... With each act of honesty, the connection became more stable and clear.
"Perhaps this is the key," Du Siling suddenly realized. "It's not about resisting the connection, nor is it about complete integration, but rather... honestly accepting each other's differences and commonalities."
Han Beimo gently touched the bandage on his shoulder: "Like this?"
"Like this," Du Siling smiled, "You took a bullet for me, and I bandaged you up. Different roles, same goal."
Night fell again, but this time Du Siling didn't have a nightmare. He slept on the sofa, while Han Beimo dozed off in the chair next to him. In the middle of the night, Du Siling woke up and found Han Beimo looking at the moon outside the window.
"Can't sleep?" Du Siling asked softly.
"Thinking about Omegas." Han Beimo's voice sounded gentle in the darkness, "'Wishing you happiness'... What kind of happiness?"
Du Siling also sat up. Moonlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, casting a silvery line between the two of them.
"Perhaps it's not the kind of happiness we understand," he mused. "Not a peaceful life, but... a complete self. Becoming complete through the other person."
Han Beimo turned to look at him, his golden eyes gleaming like a feline's in the moonlight: "You've become philosophical."
"That's your way of thinking," Du Siling smiled. "See, you're starting to integrate again."
But this time they didn't panic. The subtle changes no longer felt like erosion, but more like... growth.
The next morning, Du Siling made a new discovery while inspecting the equipment. Under the moonlight, new characters appeared on the surface of the silver syringe:
"When twins are of one mind, this medicine will guide their genes to resonate in a state of perfect harmonic resonance. —Ω"
"Perfect harmonics..." Du Siling read aloud, "...sounds better than stable or separated."
Han Beimo picked up the syringe: "The risks are unknown."
"Life is unpredictable," Du Siling said, looking out the window. "But we know at least one thing—"
His words were interrupted by a sudden alarm. Surveillance footage from the safe house showed multiple heat sources rapidly approaching. Zhao Jian's special forces had located them.
"This time we're not running away." Han Beimo checked his pistol ammunition. "We're fighting back."
Du Siling nodded and picked up her weapon. Through the connection, they formulated a tactic without words—Han Beimo would be responsible for close-range suppression, while Du Siling would provide long-range sniping, a perfect complement.
But before the battle began, Du Siling did something unexpected—he took out a silver syringe and handed one to Han Beimo.
"Trust me?" Du Siling asked, without hesitation in her eyes.
Han Beimo looked at the syringe, then at Du Siling. At that moment, what flowed through the connection wasn't just a tactical plan, but something deeper—years of loneliness, a fleeting warmth, the possibility of mutual redemption...
"Forever." Han Beimo took the syringe.
They were injected simultaneously. There was no pain, no bright light, only a warm, calming sensation flowing through their bodies. Their gazes briefly overlapped before returning to normal, but a deeper synchronization had been established.
When Zhao Jian's team burst through the door, what awaited them was not two struggling survivors, but a perfectly coordinated combat system. Du Siling and Han Beimo's movements were like mirror images, yet each had its own unique characteristics—they weren't becoming the same person, but rather two highly coordinated independent individuals.
After the battle, Du Siling checked on the soldiers lying on the ground—all unconscious but not in mortal danger. Han Beimo stood beside him, his breathing steady.
"How are you feeling?" Du Siling asked.
"Complete," Han Beimo replied, the azalea on his collar trembling gently in the breeze.
In the distance, the sun was rising. The two knew the hunt was far from over, but for the first time, they felt ready—not as prey, nor as weapons, but as two souls who had chosen to coexist.
And that Ω gift was only just beginning to reveal its true value...
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