Chapter 278: Oiling the Baby
Three days later.
In the early morning, the cold air was filled with sunshine. The snow in the city had not melted yet, and the ice on the roadside was shining brightly.
The road was full of mud. In order to walk, many people tore down the huge cloths with statues of gods pasted on the street and used them as pads on the ground.
At this time, a gray-green truck loaded with food drove over. The wheels were huge, rolling forward, steadily pressing over the road, pressing the originally magnificent statue underneath.
Another car ran over.
The ruts intersected and formed an X.
At the street corner, a huge truck came to a stop with a thumping engine like a giant beast. The young soldiers jumped down non-stop, passing the boxes tiredly but in an orderly manner.
The closed children's theater was reopened and became a place to distribute water and food to civilians.
Upstairs from the theater, in a closed and cramped study, a man was writing with his head down. He held a cheap cigarette in his left hand, drew a flat period on the paper with his pen, took a puff of the cigarette, and turned back to the first page.
On the title page, write: The Longest Night
——It started with human desire and was destroyed by human arrogance.
Wenhao stood up and walked to the window. He opened the window and heard a lot of noise downstairs and sparrows chirping on the branches.
He vaguely realized that this was the first time he had heard birds singing in several months.
Ah, how beautiful.
"Fuck you! I'm going to fry these scumbags of the earth."
Wenhao: “…”
Looking down the window, the shining admiral's epaulettes reflected the sunlight. Seagull looked up sharply, pointed at the terrified Wen Hao and said, "Why hasn't this guy been dealt with yet?"
Soldier: "He admitted his mistakes and showed a good attitude. The higher-ups have approved the postponement of the execution."
"You're quite sensible." Kidd snorted coldly and didn't send the literary giant to death on the spot.
In fact, given his physical condition, he was not suitable for patrolling. But he was in a good mood. When he thought of the brand new and shiny sausage grill, he felt so happy that he was as excited as if he was having a manic attack.
Hayabusa really didn't lie to him, the sausage grill had arrived a long time ago.
Early in the morning the big postman knocked on his door with a box under his arm.
Kidd was so happy that he asked where the product was obtained. It was obviously discontinued, but he could still find a new one.
The postman said casually, "A certain old manufacturer bought the design drawings of a company that went bankrupt that year, and now they just made one."
Kidd sighed: "Falcon said that he had asked a reliable person for help, and it turned out that he was really reliable."
Postman: "He really said that?"
The little seagull nodded.
The postman walked away with his chest puffed out.
Afterwards, to celebrate, Kidd held a ribbon-cutting ceremony for the sausage grilling machine.
He has no home and it is not convenient to set up an office there, but Bai Ling said that good things should be shown off.
He thought so too, so he found the most eye-catching place in the cafeteria to set up the musical sausage grilling machine.
And plugged in the electricity.
Grilled sausages.
When it's cooked, they'll play the 25th century seabird hit song, "French fries wah ~ sea wah ~ flap wings flap wings——"
"Plate wow~corn sausage wow~dive dive——"
It rings all day long, completely brainwashing everyone. He was in a serious military meeting, but he lost his concentration and hummed "corn sausage", and was glared at by his superior with a death look.
After staring at him until no one dared to say a word, he continued to arrange the rescue mission.
Over the past three days, they have rescued and placed all the abducted children and the imprisoned “mothers.” Among them is Bigfoot's mother.
She was sent in by her parents on Earth, gave birth to a child that was not her own, and went crazy.
Lan Jian’s attitude was very clear. He did not recognize his younger brother and directly asked his superiors to find a place to destroy it.
When Lan Jian's grandparents learned about this, they rushed over to stop them, shouting that they were murderers. "That was a child! An innocent baby! You beasts, you brutally killed a baby, you will definitely go to hell!"
In response, His Majesty Emperor Isuparezo gave instructions, "This is the empire, and the government will not use taxpayers' money to raise the son of a rapist."
The order was cold and unquestionable.
It successfully triggered a collective protest by a group of cult remnants on StarNet. They started to abuse him again, "Vicious old devil!"
The writer also heard about this.
In fact, he didn't quite agree with the derogatory term "devil".
In fact, the concept of the devil is the ultimate hoax of the century. It is nothing but a lie fabricated by certain religions in order to consolidate their own status.
Many of the demons recorded in the books, such as the Seventy-two Demons of Solomon, were originally native gods of the colonies.
In other words, when the colonists occupied the territory of another country with their troops, they would generally begin to preach in order to brainwash the local people.
The best way to break people's faith is to slander their original "God" as a devil and write it in the scriptures.
In this way, after two or three generations, the local people will follow the colonists and curse the primitive nature gods who guard this land.
On Earth, many ancient civilizations that once had a profound impact have disappeared in this way.
The literary giant couldn't help but think that the emperor of the empire probably knew this allusion, which was why he called his cabinet the "Devil Pillar" almost sarcastically.
A cigarette is finished.
The writer turned away from the window and sat back at the desk. He heard the sound of footsteps on the stairwell. It was the soldiers who were about to take him away.
They won't kill him, but will inject him with a drug that will wipe out his consciousness.
After waking up again, the original owner of this body will come back here - the middle-aged omega with atrophied reproductive cavity, the owner of the children's theater, will walk into this room and see the manuscript on the table.
Next to the manuscript, there was a note:
[You don't need to know who I am. Please hand these manuscripts over to the revolutionary army for publication. To be honest, this is the most satisfying manuscript I have written since I became famous, but I was depressed for a while because I was worried that it would not be published. Now, my soul is about to die, but my words live on, and I am alive even though I am dead. Because of the arrogance and ugliness of us humans, I don't want to leave my name anymore, so please publish under your name. I believe the royalties from this book will be enough to help you pay off all your debts and reopen the children's theater. 】
When drinking the potion, Wen Hao felt a long-lost sense of relief. His vision gradually blurred, and he seemed to see his ex-wife.
...Dear, I still have a little conscience.
No one knows the name of this national treasure-level writer of ancient Earth. All they knew was that, once The Longest Night was published, it caused an interstellar sensation.
As an eyewitness's memoir, it exposes the discrimination of human beings against alien species in a shrewd and sharp way. Many of the views in it are horrifying and turn your world view upside down.
Some people couldn't even get over it after watching it, suspecting that they were still living under the control of the cult and were afraid to even sleep.
Such a bloody and cruel work is not suitable for public appreciation.
But the new government insisted that this history must be made public. Not only should we publicize it, but we should also select key passages and put them in children’s textbooks, “so that our next generation will know what really happened back then.”
As a result, it became a must-read for students in the empire.
It was rated as the most worth reading book of the 25th century.
Go down in history.
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The cult's power is complex and the interrogation of high-level officials will not be concluded in a short time. The empire is in a state of disrepair and if we can seize this opportunity to uproot everything, the next ten to twenty years of peace will be just around the corner.
In order to achieve this goal, Bai Ling was busy every minute. He had a meeting with the Interstellar Alliance Human Rights Office in the morning, and in the afternoon he got the list and contacted Niu Ma to find a solution.
During the break in the evening dinner, Sava called and heard that the two brothers were seriously injured. He cried loudly and insisted on coming to see them.
Bai Ling tried to stop him and talked about strategies, but the chicken didn't listen to a word and asked:
"Have you passed your estrus period?"
Bai Ling: “…No.”
All I heard was a ferocious roar that sounded like a dinosaur from the other end of the line, "Stinky bird! If you don't take care of it, your butt will get rusty!"
Ass rusty. I've never seen such a strange description.
Bai Ling hung up the phone and was slightly slow when he stood up. He lowered his head to feel it, and it seemed to be sticky, painful and astringent.
Omega is like a machine, and ovulation during estrus is the barometer.
A healthy and satisfied body will soon feel refreshed. If you can't get relief for a long time, and keep holding it in, and then stay up late to work 996 and get injured, even the most clever axe will eventually rust.
If his estrus period doesn't go away, it's like a warning to him: You are abnormal, you are abnormal, take action quickly!
Speaking of measures, he actually had some - he found a military massager and plugged it in.
I don’t know if it’s because of the different batches, but this one is completely unusable. The texture and the protrusions are a bit worse, and it doesn’t scratch his itch at all.
If I had known this earlier, I would have taken a photo and noted down the production batches and suppliers.
Bai Ling leaned back in his office chair, thinking aimlessly, completely unaware that he had forgotten something important.
He did not have time to check the message, and did not know that Zhuo Liangmu had sent him a respectful text message early in the morning, telling him that His Majesty had been released from the intensive care unit and would arrive at New Columbus later that day.
So, when he was reminded by his adjutant to rush back to his temporary residence at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, the most ruthless and noble alpha in the empire had already been packed up and delivered to the door along with the luggage.
The man turned around, his blond hair swaying slightly behind his waist, and he tilted his head towards him, revealing the chain around his neck.
Oh, it’s the real body.
Bai Ling's head was numb. When he first saw this body, he was a little reserved and greeted, "...Hello, long time no see."
“Long?” The mermaid raised her eyebrow slightly.
"I just haven't seen this face for a long time." I feel a little uncomfortable.
The mechanical butler is responsible for taking the luggage in.
Bai Ling followed behind, thinking in confusion, Oh, yes, I am married, then why would I install a massager, Oh, my husband was in the hospital before and was unconscious... No, who was the one kissing me passionately among the dead bodies?
He suddenly shuddered, and the danger protection mechanism of his brain was instantly removed. All the strange events that he had previously selectively ignored floated up all at once, like a rotten and swollen fish float after the tide went out.
It's numb.
This damn thing has mutated.
...There are two! No, I don’t know how many there are…!
He recalled Zhuo Liangmu's comfort at that time, and his expression gradually stiffened. Sure enough, things with very small chances always happen to him.
And think back.
——How did this guy get into the cult?
Bai Ling was full of questions, wondering if he had lost his memory in the middle and missed some part.
After entering the room, the little AI considerately closed the door for them. In order to save computing power, it has not been turned on for a long time.
It sighed and said that its master really loved the mechanical bird, and even turned it into a massage prop. It crawled out of the dirty garbage dump - it ate a lot of human organs and suffered from indigestion!
It is best to suck some of the edible lubricant on the mechanical bird to lubricate it.
In the bedroom separated by a wall, Bai Ling sat on the edge of the bed, propped up by his arms, his muscles tense and stiff.
In front of him, the carpet was soft and dry. The mermaid stood on it, half bent over, and her eyes were focused as she gripped his knees. With a click, she twisted them and removed his legs.
"Are you nervous?" The mermaid turned to look at him.
I was so close that I could smell the faint scent of incense on the man's neatly ironed shirt with every breath, clean and calm.
He is completely different from that greedy and gluttonous man-eating monster.
"...Don't take my legs off."
Yu Chen weighed his thigh in his palm, examined the hideous scar on the cross section, and said casually: "I brought you a new prosthesis that meets your specifications. The general model you have now is of poor quality."
The quality is too poor. It seems as if the subtext is that his quality is better.
Bai Ling's cheeks felt inexplicably hot.
It's really strange that this man's standards are completely different when he is a caregiver and when he is an emperor. I had come to see him pretending to be a nurse before, and although I helped him relieve his stress, my words and actions were restrained.
But once he used this body, his invasion of him became justified. Whenever he changed a prosthetic limb, he would move it up, tear off his pants, and insert the long, angular finger bones into his leg rings.
The mermaid glanced over and saw the thin leather cord disappearing over the edge of the military underwear.
He lightly hooked his fingers and pulled it downwards.
Bai Ling was caught off guard, gasped violently, and fell towards him uncontrollably.
Yu Chen put his arm around his waist and stroked his back as he gasped. He listened with enjoyment to the bird burying itself in his shoulder and squeezing out a familiar sentence from his polished teeth:
“…Old bastard!”
"Why are you teasing me again?"
Yu Chen pinched his jaw, forcibly pulled him up from his arms, raised his eyebrows, and smiled at him with his dangerous vertical pupils: "I think you are a little afraid of me subconsciously. I will help you regain some of the feeling you had before."
"……fart!"
It is impossible to be afraid. If Bai Ling was really scared, he would not let him into the house but would just shoot at the door.
Thinking of this, Bai Ling simply relaxed his limbs, lay back, and let others do whatever they wanted with an expressionless face. Go ahead and play however you want. I can't run away.
It's a pity that he forgot that the old man didn't live in vain. Just by changing to a prosthetic limb, he could pinch the nerve interface with his fingertips and make Bai Ling sweat all over.
Bai Ling's palms and soles of his feet were quietly moist. The nerves of the new prosthesis are sensitive, and this guy is extra careful and patient, causing him to twist and turn on the bed sheet and ask impatiently:
"Could you please be more straightforward?"
If the old bastard had a bad attitude, he would have no problem arguing with him. But this guy was extremely good-tempered. He lowered his eyebrows and asked about each step in a gentle and kind manner:
"Is this okay?"
“Is this strength comfortable?”
"The interface is quite tight. If I put my finger in and rotate it in circles to adjust it, will it be too thick?"
The man's palm was broad and thick, and he could hold his leg flesh with one hand. When his finger bones applied a little force, veins bulged on the back of his hand. It would be fine if he was not familiar with him, but Bai Ling was extremely familiar with him. As soon as his mind moved, the ridiculous action scenes from the past came to his mind. How many meridians were there in the hands, how many joints there were in the finger bones, and how irritating the calluses on the fingertips were, all were reproduced exactly.
Bai Ling's spine shivered and felt extremely hot. It was snowing outside and there was no heating inside, but his back was still soaked with sweat. He folded his calves and tried to put up a little resistance, but just as he was about to do so, the other party grabbed his slender ankles.
The mermaid stroked it slowly and gave a slight reprimand:
"Don't move. I haven't oiled you yet."
The domestic omega has suffered so much, so of course you have to take good care of it and not skimp on any step. Adjusting the prosthesis, installing and oiling it are all skills he has to learn on the spot. The bird is afraid that he will make trouble, and he is afraid that the bird will hurt its body, so they both have to overcome the problem.
Yu Chen took out a special ointment, applied a circle of it with his thumb, and pushed and pressed along the interface in circles.
Occasionally, he would take a look and watch the falcon struggling under his palm.
Bai Ling's hair was wet with sweat and his cheeks were flushed. Even though he knew that the other party was doing something serious, his heart was beating wildly.
Maybe it's the sense of entitlement that makes people feel dry and thirsty.
It feels like being asked to change the cotton swab in front of my dad, but it's too embarrassing to do it, and then being held down by a man and having the cotton swab inserted gently.
After the treatment, I felt dizzy from the heat and dared not even look up when walking.
Now he was overloaded both physically and mentally, and he was completely dazed and walked towards the bathroom. Completely defenseless, I opened the door, took off my clothes, changed into a bathrobe, and prepared to take a shower.
I stepped on the tiles with my bare feet and paused because of the cold. At this moment, an arm with distinct muscles passed through from behind and crossed in front of his body, tightening his thin waist backwards, and a pair of strong pectoral muscles instantly pressed against his back.
The mermaid hugged his waist from behind and kissed his red and trembling earlobes. With her other hand, she lifted up his white bathrobe and reached deep inside in a blink of an eye.
Under the bathrobe, he hooked his fingers and pulled the rope out. When he pulled it to the end, a sudden burst of heat came out.
Yu Chen lowered his eyes to look at his wet palms, twisted them, and then casually threw the sticky military massage tool next to Bai Ling's curled toes.
He whispered politely, "Baby, your restraints aren't working very well."
Bai Ling's breathing trembled slightly, and he felt a numbness in his waist. His pupils widened and he couldn't even hum.
He said, "Take mine."
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