Chapter 43 Dream

"Uncle Yao?"

Tang Yichao's eyes widened: "Is it true?"

Long Yilan propped up her head with her eyes closed, muttering: "If not, it's just a coincidence."

Chu Wanyue put her hands on the sharp edges, once again avoiding the tragedy of Long Yilan's head hitting the armrest, and suggested: "Why don't you go back and rest."

Xie Er pinched his eyebrows. They were tired not because they didn't rest well for two days, but mainly because of the noisy kids. They

complained about this and that snack along the way.

It's better to let them take care of the children than to face the zombies.

After dinner, Xie Er and Long Yilan went back to sleep.

Seeing Jiang Yunqi pick up a book and about to leave, Gu Bingchen couldn't help but reach out to stop him.

Jiang Yunqi looked back and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Gu Bingchen: "...I want to ask you something about mental power."

"Okay, ask." Jiang Yunqi followed Gu Bingchen to the study, dragged a chair to the window and sat down, with the book he had recently read on his long legs, "What do you want to ask?"

These days, Gu Bingchen has also tried to release his mental power, but the effect is not very good, so he asked his doubts.

Jiang Yunqi was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "How do you practice?"

"Meditation." Gu Bingchen scratched the back of his neck and felt that his behavior seemed like he was sick.

"The best way to practice projecting mental power is to concentrate and imagine that your mental power is a thin thread, or a drop of water."

"After completing the first step, you can twist the thin thread into a rope..."

Jiang Yunqi's voice is clear and pleasant, and his speech speed is moderate and detailed.

Gu Bingchen seemed to understand, looking at Jiang Yunqi's fluttering light pink lips.

It is said that people with thin lips are fickle.

I wonder if this person's lips are as cold as his appearance.

He was a little distracted.

"Are you still listening?" Jiang Yunqi rolled up a piece of paper and tapped Gu Bingchen's head lightly, "Don't be distracted."

"I...I'll ask you next time!" Gu Bingchen reacted, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he quickly looked away, not daring to look into Jiang Yunqi's eyes. He stood up, opened the door, and walked out quickly.

Jiang Yunqi tilted his head slightly. If he saw it correctly, the man's ears seemed to have a touch of light pink.

It looked like a sunset glow, very beautiful.

In the base, Yao Dong prepared some food.

"Dad, you've worked hard." He poured a bowl of tomato egg drop soup, the boiling hot steam drifted in the air, his eyes were red, and he choked a little when he spoke, "I've been hiring people to look for you, but there's no news."

Old Yao must have cried too, with bloodshot eyes: "Okay, you're so old, don't cry."

"Where are your mother and your wife, and my lovely granddaughter, why don't I see them?" Old Yao took a sip of soup and raised his eyes. There were three familiar figures missing from the dining table in the restaurant.

Yao Dong's emotions, which had been suppressed for nearly a month, suddenly exploded.

He hugged Old Yao, buried his head on Old Yao's shoulder, and his tears instantly soaked his clothes.

Old Yao hugged his son blankly, and suddenly he understood. The wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen a lot. He patted Yao Dong's shoulder and asked hoarsely: "When did it happen?"

"Almost a month."

The external reason for not hosting the meeting that day was that he was interfered with by others, and the internal reason... The internal reason was that Yao Dong's family members all died on the same day.

The cause of death has not been found so far. The doctor of the research institute initially determined that it was suicide.

But... How is it possible?

When he thought of his gentle wife, lovely daughter, and mother who was still healthy at the age of over 50.

Yao Dong's eyes welled up with tears again.

Looking at the dishes on the table, the father and son lost their appetite. They finished dinner with a tasteless taste.

"By the way, Dad."

Before going upstairs to rest, Yao Dong reminded him, "You'd better not go to the research institute."

"Of course I know you have friends in the research institute, but the waters in the research institute are too deep. I still don't know what's going on inside."

Old Yao frowned, puzzled: "Research institute?"

"Yes, the research institute is the former research center."

Yao Dong thought for a moment and said, "I remember that the student you were most proud of was the former dean of the research center."

"The current dean of the research institute is Gu Mingya's younger brother, Gu Mingyuan."

"He's a bit weird." Yao Dong and Gu Mingyuan were just nodding acquaintances, but every time they met, he felt uncomfortable, as if he was stared at by a poisonous snake.

When he suddenly heard the name of the student he once had the most optimistic about, Old Yao was stunned for a moment.

He hadn't cared about the news of this student for a long time.

"Yes, her daughter Gu Huan is also in the research institute now." Yao Dong thought of the woman he met two days ago and couldn't help but sigh, "I don't know how she got it, not only her face was disfigured, but also her voice was damaged."

Old Yao came back to his senses, his eyebrows drooped, looking a little tired, he waved his hand: "I know, you should go to bed early."

It's unbelievable to say that Yao Dong didn't have any doubts.

He returned to the study, opened the safe, touched the top and pressed it, and there was a "click" sound, like the sound of a tile breaking.

Yao Dong paced and lifted a carpet under the desk, and a tile cracked in the middle appeared inside.

Move the tile away, and inside is a childlike child's painting.

In the lower right corner of the drawing paper is the signature of his daughter Yao Jia, and the date is exactly the day of their accident.

Yao Dong's cocooned hands gently touch the paper. Behind the colorful painting is a bloody palm print and gray irregular lines drawn with pencil.

This painting was found in Yao Jia's clothes. At that time, it was wrinkled together, making people think it was garbage waste paper.

With the longing for his daughter, Yao Dong carefully preserved all the relics. In addition to this painting, he always felt that these irregular lines could be combined into a certain shape.

Yao Dong made some guesses based on his understanding of his daughter and the latest events at the base.

He spread out the back of the drawing paper, his eyes fell on the lines, and he slowly sketched with a pencil in his right hand.

His daughter was only 6 years old, not yet in the first grade, and knew very few words. Many times, her paintings were relatively abstract and difficult to understand.

The lines were crooked, connecting several key points, and the lines next to the bloody palm print gradually became clear.

"Click."

Yao Dong loosened his hand, and the pen he was holding fell on the table with a crisp sound.

His hand was shaking a little as he raised the drawing paper, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions, including sadness, confusion, and bewilderment, but in the end they all turned into anger and hatred that was difficult to vent.

The lines on the drawing paper seemed to form the logo of the research institute.

Research Institute!

He had heard that the research institute was conducting some shameful experiments, but his power was limited and the information he could get was very little.

He couldn't help but clench his hands holding the drawing paper tightly, his nails piercing through the drawing paper, leaving a crescent-shaped mark on his palm.

The faint snoring of Lao Yao came from the next room, and Yao Dong came to his senses.

He put down the drawing paper, pulled out the drawer, and found a document at the bottom.

The A4 paper recorded most of the population of the base.

Among them, there was a line of handwritten reports that marked the rapid decline in the number of people in the base.

Yao Dong suddenly thought of the recent riots in the base and the missing survivors.

He keenly smelled something wrong.

Then he thought of the strange death of his family.

Is the research institute using living people for experiments?

And his family may have witnessed a certain process and was therefore killed?

The more he thought about it, the more Yao Dong felt that his guess was almost right.

Although he did not have much real power, he was the deputy base commander of a large base after all. He had many people he could use and knew much more than others.

Those young men who were strong and handsome...

He hesitated and wanted to cooperate with them.

But Yao Dong also knew that the base, which seemed to have no factional disputes, was secretly competing and calculating against each other.

They were all trying to attract powerful superpowers.

It's not that no one had looked for Gu Bingchen, but they all returned empty-handed.

Perhaps, he could ask the long-haired young man.

The next day, at dawn, Gu Bingchen suddenly woke up from his sleep.

He lifted the quilt, his eyes fell on the area below his abdomen, and a certain place felt a little wet.

Damn!

Gu Bingchen quickly got up and took a cold shower in the bathroom.

He...he actually had a spring dream!

In the dream, he was entangled with someone, and the hazy veil was slightly lifted, revealing the face of another protagonist.

With a head full of water vapor, Gu Bingchen suddenly opened his eyes, and water droplets dripped at the corners of his eyes.

Even under the cold water, a touch of light pink still floated on both sides of his cheeks.

The other protagonist...is Jiang Yunqi.

Gu Bingchen's Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed his saliva. He suddenly felt dry mouth and the blue veins on his arms bulged slightly.

The cool water couldn't wash away the heat all over his body. Gu Bingchen scratched his hair irritably, wrapped a bath towel around him, and walked out of the bathroom barefoot.

He just picked up the cup of water and took a sip of water when there was a knock on the door.

"Boss, are you awake?"

Tang Yichao shouted at the top of his voice.

"Brother Jiang and the others are here."

"Cough cough cough!" Gu Bingchen was almost choked to death.

Damn! What is he doing here so early?

"Oh, yes, and the deputy base commander." Tang Yichao vaguely heard the movement in the room and was about to knock on the door again.

The door was opened.

"Boss? Why are you taking a shower so early in the morning?" He glanced at Gu Bingchen's wet hair, a little confused.

Gu Bingchen glared at him: "It's none of your business."

Downstairs, Jiang Yunqi and a fat middle-aged man were sitting on the sofa.

Jiang Yunqi blew on the tea gently and took a sip. He heard the sound of someone coming downstairs. He looked up and raised his eyebrows.

What's wrong with this man?

His clothes are on backwards.

However, Gu Bingchen didn't know. He looked around and touched his nose, but he didn't dare to look at Jiang Yunqi.

This guilty look actually attracted Jiang Yunqi's attention.

"Hey, what do you want to talk to me about?" Because of the dream, he didn't dare to stick to Jiang Yunqi now, and specially chose a single sofa to communicate face to face with Yao Dong.

Yao Dong: "No, it's not me who is looking for you, it's Mr. Jiang who is looking for you."

He didn't expect Jiang Yunqi to discuss with Gu Bingchen before considering cooperating with him.

Gu Bingchen pointed his finger at himself and tilted his head: "Me?"

"Yes, you."

Jiang Yunqi put down the teacup, and a trace of imperceptible tenderness appeared in his dark eyes.