Chapter 42: Sensible children are rare

In the spacious and bright office, the abundant sunlight and green plants complement each other. The young man leaned back in his office chair, his left leg resting on his right leg, his bony fingertips turning a signature pen. Across the desk, his subordinates diligently reported the information they had collected.

"You mean, someone saw the young master yesterday?"

The subordinate nodded: "Yes, the young master was still in Ningcheng. He seemed to be extremely hungry and tried to scam Chu Wanyue."

The young man chuckled: "That's a coincidence."

He stood up, walked to the green plant, plucked off a leaf, and crushed it slightly. The green juice wet his fingertips: "It seems that he gave the card to someone else."

"Give the order to withdraw everyone. The world is going to change." The young man opened the window, and there was a bustling crowd outside.

After all, they are just some photos and videos, so just watch them.

The young man pushed the black-framed glasses on his nose, looked polite and courteous, looked into the distance, and sighed softly.

"Oh, by the way, what's the situation at the research institute?" He turned around and asked.

"Mr. Zou said that you are requested to go over there."

The young man rubbed his brows: "Is it about Gu Huan again?"

The subordinate did not speak, but the meaning was obvious.

"He is just too anxious." The young man shook his head helplessly, then walked out the door, "Let's go, go meet him, and ask some questions."

On the other side, after watching the video and photos, Tang Yichao yawned sleepily.

It is better to leave such brain-consuming things to the bosses.

He looked at Jiang Yunqi and asked, "Where are Brother Xie and Sister Alan?"

It was like a ray of sunshine falling into the eye of a needle - what a coincidence.

Just as Tang Yichao finished asking, there was a knock on the courtyard door.

Jiang Yunqi raised his eyes and looked out the window, saying, "At this time, they should be awake."

The door opened, and it was indeed Long Yilan and Xie Er.

The former half-closed his eyes and yawned, while the latter had lost his former energy.

They both looked extremely tired.

"Did you two go out to cheat in the middle of the night? Are you so sleepy?" The dark shadow under their eyes made Tang Yichao sober instantly.

Long Yilan waved her hands, dragged her tired body, and fell on the sofa with a "plop": "Don't talk, I'm going to sleep for three days and three nights!"

Chu Wanyue, who was sitting on the sofa, was startled and worried whether she had any physical problems. There was some worry and concern between her eyebrows.

Xie Er sat down in the empty seat next to Jiang Yunqi and said, "It's okay, I just didn't get enough sleep."

Chu Wanyue turned her head and asked, "Is the mission completed?"

"Yes, it's completed." Xie Er's gentle face was covered with an indescribable expression.

Tang Yizhao chewed a cucumber and stuffed one into Long Yilan's mouth, then asked in confusion, "What's your expression? It looks like you've eaten shit."

Xie Er's expression became even uglier when he heard it.

Gu Bingchen slapped Tang Yichao on the shoulder: "Can you speak more elegantly?"

Tang Yichao glanced at the expressions of others, curled his lips, and stopped talking.

They came back in a hurry last night. Jiang Yunqi only knew that the mission was completed, but he didn't know the details. He poured a cup of hot tea and pushed it in front of Xie Er: "Drink a cup of tea and tell me slowly." Xie Er stared

at the steaming cup of tea in front of him, picked it up and took a sip. The fragrance of the tea was overflowing, clear and sweet, moistening his dry throat. In

just a few words, the details of the mission were explained.

After saying goodbye to Jiang Yunqi and Gu Bingchen that day, they drove straight to the factory, followed by Lin Jinnan and Mu Weixi's team.

"Old Xie, you haven't been normal lately." Long Yilan was lying on the back seat, holding a bag of potato chips in her arms, feeling a little greedy.

Xie Er smiled lightly: "What's wrong with me?"

Long Yilan opened a crack in the car window, and a slightly cool breeze blew in, rustling the plastic bags in the back seat.

She seems to be straightforward and frank, but sometimes she is very sharp: "Old Xie, you should know that the admiral only wants himself."

Xie Er's hand, which was tapping the steering wheel with one hand, paused slightly, his eyes sank slightly, and he pursed his lips: "The admiral's mind will change."

Long Yilan didn't even think about it, and retorted: "No."

Xie Er said firmly: "Yes!"

"Why do you think so?"

"Because of that Gu Bingchen."

"Him? Gu Bingchen?"

Xie Er's eyes fell on Long Yilan through the rearview mirror, and soon looked away.

"Why don't you continue?" Long Yilan saw Xie Er fall silent and couldn't help asking, "Gu Bingchen is not an Omega, are you kidding me?"

Xie Er: "..."

"Go on, if you don't..." Long Yilan couldn't resist the temptation, she tore open a small bag of crackers, chewed it, and choked, "If you don't talk, I won't be able to sleep."

However, Xie Er was determined not to talk to Long Yilan. Along the way, there was only the sound of the wind outside the car window.

The destination was an abandoned factory.

The sky was overcast, and the abandoned factory with red bricks and black tiles was faintly visible behind the rain and mist.

The strong wind blew into the room with the rain, and the iron door creaked, making people feel numb.

There was a mossy concrete floor under my feet. The light was a little dim. There was a rustling sound from above. I looked up and saw a big rat running across a rusty iron sheet.

"Oh my god, it's a bit scary here." The man who spoke rubbed his exposed arms. He was a member of Lin Jinnan's team.

Mu Weixi looked around and didn't see anyone. He said impatiently: "Where is the person? Where did he die?"

His younger brother repeated loudly: "Where is the person?"

Then he was startled by his own voice.

It turned out to be an echo.

"Alan, there are footprints here. Let's look for them." Xie Er observed carefully and soon saw a series of footprints on a broken wooden board covered with dust.

The footprints were big and small. Judging from the direction, they should be heading upstairs.

The staircase leading to the second floor is an iron staircase, and there are one or two zombies wandering on it. When they see a living person, they bared their teeth and rushed over.

With a sharp move, Xie Er and Long Yilan led the way. The two drew their weapons skillfully and quickly dealt with the zombies blocking the way.

There was a big hole in the dome of the iron staircase. No one knew who left it. At this time, it was raining heavily. After more than half a year of sun and rain, the dark red iron rust on the ladder creaked when stepped on, startling the people hiding in the dark.

"Grandpa, downstairs..." A child just opened his mouth to speak, and was covered by a grandfather who was about fifty or sixty years old.

They put their ears to the iron gate and listened carefully to the sounds outside.

After reaching the second floor, the footprints began to disappear slowly, and two forks appeared on the iron platform. Xie Er now faced two choices.

Go left or go right.

On the right was a half-broken platform corridor, and on the top of the left was a large iron sheet that was about to fall.

Mu Weixi didn't even think about it, and with a big jump, he barely jumped to the fork on the right.

For safety, the other two members of Lin Jinnan's team went downstairs, came up the stairs on the other side, and went to the left.

"Go, jump!" Long Yilan jumped over the broken road and almost bumped into Mu Weixi.

Xie Er followed closely.

Their whispered conversation was heard by someone in the dark.

The old woman narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the group of young people approaching through the gap.

The two leading people, one was as dazzling as fire, and the other was as gentle as water.

Could they be people sent by the base?

He lowered his head and glanced at the radio that had stopped responding.

"We..."

Just as the old man was hesitating, a dark-skinned boy directly pushed open the iron gate, strode out, and shouted loudly: "Save me!"

The old man had no choice but to lead the other children out.

Long Yilan was hit and startled. She pushed the child to Xie Er and jumped three meters away.

Xie Er, who knew that she didn't like children: "..."

While the old woman was observing them, Xie Er was also secretly paying attention to the expressions of these people.

There were nine people in the group, two adults and seven children. The representative should be the old man with fifty-year-old hair and a lively look.

Xie Er glanced at them one by one, thinking about how to arrange the positions of these nine people.

"Hey, why are you so slow!" The dark-skinned boy who rushed over at the beginning put his hands on his waist and pointed at them and cursed, "We have been waiting for so long. If you don't come, we will die!"

"Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

The little boy's attitude was arrogant, which made the faces of the adults present unfriendly, but they didn't want to argue with the child.

"Wang Feng, are you polite?"

At this time, a little boy appeared from behind the old man and said dissatisfiedly.

Wang Feng frowned: "It's none of your business, you're so hypocritical."

"If I didn't have superpowers, would you have survived until now?" He looked rather smug.

"That's right, little girls are like that, we ignore them." A little girl standing next to Wang Feng echoed.

Long Yilan glanced at them and muttered: "You're talking as if you're not a girl."

As if to avoid a quarrel between the children, the old man hurriedly said: "Hello, my last name is Yao, just call me Lao Yao."

"Hello, Mr. Yao." Xie Er glanced at the sky and said, "While it's still early, let's go now, okay?"

Lao Yao nodded: "I'll do whatever you say."

There were nine people, plus them, and a car could only hold five people at most.

When it was time to assign vehicles, Mu Weixi suddenly came up and took away Wang Feng and the other two children. Before leaving, he said, "These three can go to my car. Mr. Xie, I hope you won't mind."

Xie Er looked at his smug smile and felt a little puzzled.

Lao Yao sat in the middle of the back seat, and next to him were two children, a boy and a girl.

The little girl was the one who accused Wang Feng of being rude.

Long Yilan sat in the driver's seat and couldn't help complaining while fastening her seat belt, "I really still hate little brats."

Girls as cute and well-behaved as Xiaoyi are really rare.

"Well, I want to ask you about someone." Lao Yao rubbed the corner of his clothes awkwardly, looking embarrassed.

Xie Er's voice was gentle, which calmed the old man's nervousness and anxiety: "You ask."

"Have you ever seen a bald, big-bellied, short man?"

"That's my son. I don't know if he's still alive."

The old man's eyes were red.

Long Yilan searched her mind and really thought of a person. She turned around and asked, "Is your son called Yao Dong?"

The old man suddenly raised his head, and a look of expectation flashed through his eyes.

"If I remember correctly, the deputy base commander of our base is called Yao Dong."