Fu Tianhe was already used to this kind of silence. He raised his head, looked at the bright moon, and said softly, "It's so quiet."

Chen Ci hummed lightly.

It was a little after one in the morning, the coolest time of the day, especially since the two of them had been sweating from rushing to rescue Matchstick, and the wind quickly took away the heat from their bodies.

Fu Tianhe also noticed Chen Ci's shivering. Without saying a word, he took off his coat and pretended to put it on Chen Ci.

When he was about to cover Chen Ci's shoulders, Fu Tianhe asked in a low voice: "Is it okay?"

Chen Ci looked at him. Fu Tianhe couldn't see the boy's eyes. He just put the clothes gently on Chen Ci's shoulders in silence.

With a heavy amber wood scent and the body temperature of Alpha.

Fu Tianhe was only wearing a single piece of clothing and didn't feel cold at all. He was very energetic and his palms were usually as hot as a stove.

Out of courtesy, he couldn't warm Jiu Yue's hands or anything like that, but his clothes could serve the same purpose.

They sat side by side, with a fist's length between them, and with the slightest movement they could lean on each other's shoulders.

The fragrance of flowers that permeated the dream was long gone, the night wind brought the salty smell of the ocean, the searchlight was off, and the fluorescent ball was left in the tent.

Apart from the night sky above his head, Fu Tianhe could hardly see anything.

But he was not panicked, because the presence of the young man beside him made him know that he was not alone.

——At least I won’t be abandoned again now.

Relaxing, Fu Tianhe recalled what had just happened.

September woke up earlier than him, and before the sound reached the tent, the boy had already opened his eyes alertly.

He rushed out so decisively and moved forward quickly in the dark night.

Fu Tianhe followed behind with a flashlight in his hand. He almost lost sight of the road and fell down twice. Of course, it might also be because he was blind in his right eye, which made it difficult for him to adapt to the visual distance.

September's acumen was beyond his imagination. He took the shortest route to the scene and shot the squid accurately.

——It should have hit the target. Fu Tianhe heard a particularly loud gunshot anyway.

"Did you shoot?" he asked.

Chen Ci nodded, then thought that Fu Tianhe probably couldn't see it, and said, "It's open."

"Bullet——"

"The gun we found had two bullets in it."

Fu Tianhe was stunned. He recalled that he had picked up the gun from the drawer of his office three days ago.

At that time, September pulled the trigger towards the window, but the gun was empty.

Where did the bullet come from?

Could it be that... September had already taken the bullet away before showing it to him?

If you think about it carefully, it seems that the boy really did dismantle the gun at that time.

So were the bullets taken away to prevent accidental discharge, or was it because they anticipated that something like what happened today might happen?

No matter which possibility it is, it is enough to surprise Fu Tianhe.

Jiu Yue's mind was so meticulous. His familiarity with firearms was beyond Fu Tianhe's expectation.

In order to maintain order and stability as much as possible, all major beacons have strict control over weapons. Even the largest black market cannot buy hot weapons. Only people related to the military can come into contact with real firearms.

September is an Omega, so it's unlikely that there would be any chance of contact.

Fu Tianhe suppressed all his doubts in his heart. He couldn't count how many things had confused him.

Jiu Yue did not avoid these questions, as if everything was so natural that it would seem strange if he asked them specifically.

"The first one was a mute bullet, probably because it was damp. Fortunately, the second one exploded." Chen Ci slowly took out the mute bullet from his pocket.

After rescuing Matchstick, Chen Ci squatted down and picked up the bullet that had fallen on the ground.

Fu Tianhe took the bullet from Chen Ci's hand. It was too dark, so he could only grope his way along, rubbing his fingers across Chen Ci's palm.

Soft, warm and delicate touch.

The moment Fu Tianhe touched him, Chen Ci instinctively retracted his hand. He was still not used to being touched by others, and the warmth of another person made him very uncomfortable.

But surprisingly, this time, there was no nauseating feeling.

Fu Tianhe also realized that he had run into Chen Ci, and he shuddered and said hurriedly, "Sorry, I really can't see clearly."

From the first time they met, Fu Tianhe knew that Jiu Yue extremely hated physical contact.

The hooligans with colorful hair knelt at the wall, slapping themselves in the face while crying, while the young man had an indifferent look in his eyes and put a tissue under his hand when he put it in his palm.

There are many similar things. Jiu Yue would rather be thirsty than drink water from other people's cups. Fu Tianhe bought a paper cup for him and left it in Aipeng.

Always hold the end when handing over a tool to ensure that there is no accidental contact when the tool is received.

During the few days of exploring the abandoned suburbs, he was thinking about climbing up and down on his own, and never thought about relying on the taller and stronger Fu Tianhe for support.

Only that time did September jump from the second floor and fall into his arms.

Their chests were pressed together, their arms around each other's backs, but all contact was through thick clothing. The soft ends of the hair brushed against his cheeks, and he could touch the boy's neck by lowering his head, but he didn't dare to cross the line.

And... and the arm that was unconsciously placed on him in his sleep.

Chen Ci was silent for a few seconds. Just when Fu Tianhe was feeling uneasy and thought he would be angry, Chen Ci reached out his hand again and put the bullet into his palm.

It seemed that he didn't want to pursue the accidental contact just now.

Fu Tianhe's brain short-circuited a bit, he couldn't think about what this meant. The bullet landed in his palm, still carrying some of the warmth from the boy's pocket.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, turned on the searchlight a little, and used the faint light to examine the mute bullet.

It must have been damp.

"No more bullets." Chen Ci said.

Fu Tianhe understood his meaning very smoothly. Jiu Yue wanted him to make some bullets.

In the dangerous seashore, weapons are indeed needed for self-defense. If he hadn't picked up a crowbar tonight, he would have been unable to rescue Matchstick successfully.

But Fu Tianhe felt that he did not have the ability to make bullets with his bare hands.

Making a bullet is not as simple as making a warhead and loading it with gunpowder. Today's bullet shells are generally made of steel, and very rarely of expensive brass. An iron core or tungsten core is sometimes inserted into the inside of the shell to increase the lethality or armor-piercing effect.

After the bullet head is made, it needs to be washed with water to remove the metal debris on it, otherwise it is easy to cause a casing jam. If the barrel explodes, it is no joke.

Strictly speaking, the gunpowder in a bullet is called □□, which is made of guncotton and requires a layer of □□ at the bottom as a primer.

It would be impossible for Fu Tianhe to get these materials easily, not to mention the final calibration accuracy and adjustment of curvature.

But facing Chen Ci's silent expectations, he did not tell the truth.

"It's a bit difficult, but we can give it a try." Fu Tianhe stroked the bullet and thought.

In this abandoned suburb with many remains of primitive creatures, it is not difficult to get metal, but the difficulty lies in how to make the metal into the shape of a warhead. He currently has no machine tools or smelting equipment.

But he could change the raw material a little.

The primer can be replaced by starting paper, which can be made from tissue paper, potassium chlorate, realgar and rice soup.

Gunpowder is even easier to make at home. It consists of one part nitrate, two parts sulfur and three parts charcoal. This is a recipe that has been passed down for thousands of years.

As for the shape of the bullet, it is better to use the principle of the flintlock rifle and make it directly into a bullet. It is simple and practical.

Fu Tianhe made up his mind and decided to put it into practice after returning.

If nothing goes wrong, after delivering the matchsticks to the scavenger camp tomorrow, they can go back to the hotel in the city to see if they can find suitable materials.

Fu Tianhe suddenly thought of something, stood up, and took out a multi-functional military knife from his bag.

He vaguely remembered that there was a broken tree nearby, and sure enough, he found the target about twenty meters away.

Fu Tianhe carefully selected a branch of suitable thickness, cut it off bit by bit with a knife, and carried it back to the tent.

Chen Ci was turning his head to look at him, the boy's amber eyes reflecting light, showing an indescribable tenderness.

Fu Tianhe adjusted the angle of the searchlight and began to carve wood.

In the quiet night, Fu Tianhe carved the branch into a Y shape bit by bit, and smoothed the surface with a scrubber and sandpaper. He took out a bandage and tied it to the handle to increase the friction area, and then buckled a groove at the end of the top to fix the rubber band.

Finally, Fu Tianhe blew away the sawdust floating on the surface and handed the finished slingshot to Chen Ci: "Use this for now."

Chen Ci took the slingshot and looked around. He held the handle with his left hand, tried to pull the rubber band with his right hand, and aimed at the darkness ahead.

When I let go of my hand, the rubber band bounced back with a strong force.

Chen Ci picked up a stone from his feet and pulled the slingshot as far as possible.

The moment I let go, the stone flew out, leaving behind a gray afterimage. My eyes could not keep up with its speed of disappearance, and I only heard the sound of it falling to the ground three or four seconds later.

The range should be about 40 meters, and the accuracy should not be too bad with the help of mental power.

Chen Ci accepted his new weapon with satisfaction.

Time passed by, the night became a little unbearable, the adrenaline that burst out when fighting the giant squid gradually subsided, and sleepiness came again.

Chen Ci narrowed his eyes and yawned silently with his mouth closed, but the sound of his deep breathing was heard by Fu Tianhe.

He had never stayed up all night since he was a child, and now he could vaguely feel that his internal organs were dirty and he was a little uncomfortable.

"Go and have some rest." Alpha said softly, "I'll be keeping watch for you two outside. Don't worry about me. I'm in good spirits."

Chen Ci was indeed sleepy. The use of his mental power made him more tired than usual. He wanted to sleep, but he felt it was not a good idea to leave Fu Tianhe alone outside.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Fu Tianhe smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't run around, I won't get lost."

Chen Ci was finally persuaded. He responded softly, stood up, and went back to his tent to rest.

The boy crouched down and crawled into the tent. Listening to the rustling sounds, Fu Tianhe could roughly imagine him taking off his coat and lying in his sleeping bag.

The situation behind him soon became quiet, and Fu Tianhe turned off the searchlight to avoid attracting uninvited guests.

Although he was still sitting outside alone and killing time, he didn't feel lonely or desolate at all when he thought that someone cared about him.

Fu Tianhe waited quietly, waiting for the moment when the light would come again.

At 5:10 in the morning, the night sky finally changed a little. At first it was just a grayish white shrouded by fog, and then a faint layer of light spread out, which was captured by Fu Tianhe's eyes that had already adapted to the darkness with great sensitivity.

They were facing away from the sun, and the east was blocked by the main body of cinnabar, so they could not see the sunrise scene, but Fu Tianhe knew that the star was about to leap out from the other side of the horizon and cast a golden morning light on the sea, just like a thousand years ago.

There was a faint stinging pain deep in his right eye. Fu Tianhe put his index and middle fingers together, tapped the artificial eye, and pressed it down hard. He could even hear a sticky sound coming from inside the eye socket.

The feeling of oppression temporarily relieved the hidden pain and endless itching, and once again suppressed the terrible bud.