Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Puppy to the rescue
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"Xia Guangli, take care of yourself and don't drink too much.
Carl, after I die, live your life well and don't stay with me.
Commander Shan Hao, you are a good leader. Thank you for your care and guidance." She thought about it and didn't mention the photoshopped wedding photo.
Wait, she pressed down the pen. She wasn't even married yet, so where did the wedding photo come from? If it was a mistake, then she wouldn't die.
The men clearly saw the words written on the paper, and they were moved but worried. Suddenly, the woman stopped writing, threw the notebook aside, and her expression relaxed.
What happened?
She smiled and said with joy, "You're here."
who?
As everyone looked closer, the other person's figure gradually became apparent. It was not a person at all, but clearly a pollutant.
If you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet. Even experts in combating mental pollution and senior guides can make mistakes. It depends on whether she can wake up in time.
The rescuers were approaching. After he found the geographic coordinates, he came here without stopping for a moment.
Her relaxed demeanor made everyone nervous, wanting to pat the figure in the painting on the shoulder and yell at her to turn around. But she pushed open the car door, and although she had a gun on her waist, her posture was relaxed.
"Manuel, you're here."
When she first saw the swaying figure, she was nervous, but when her face met hers, she became excited and couldn't wait to call out, it was a friend.
She was just delayed getting out of the car, and seeing that he was injured, she searched for the medical kit, jumped out, and walked towards the man.
It: "Finally found you."
She smiled, hoping for a hug, but when she looked closely, the person looked unfamiliar.
"come over."
"Is your leg hurt?"
She wondered, in her impression, he was the one who would come towards her and never gave her such an order.
"Come to me."
He didn't answer. His knee brace was broken, and he managed to stand for a moment before suddenly losing his balance and staggering, falling. She hurried over, trying to hold him back.
Three meters, two meters, one meter, a foul smell hit me in the face.
She stopped and missed the best opportunity. He fell to the ground, groaned, and reached out to her, "Shanshan, pull me."
Xu Shanshan: "Okay, I'll help you." She saw his relieved smile.
The people outside the screen saw it all clearly. She walked step by step into the trap. The thing opened its bloody mouth and lured her in. The real rescuers were too late.
Look back, look back.
They shouted in their hearts, but could not influence her decision. Despair surged in their hearts until the gunshots rang out, like a horn of hope.
Green smoke came out of the muzzle of the gun. She frowned and held her breath. The scene in front of her changed. It was indeed not him. She realized that something was wrong.
The expression, movements, and language were nothing like Manuel's. Moreover, he never smiled like that and always kept the lower half of his face tightly covered, as if showing it would violate divine law. But this imitation didn't care at all.
And he wouldn't ask her to do anything so rudely.
Her counterattack made everyone feel relieved that she didn't end up in a ditch. In the wild, without the reminders of her companions, it is always easy to expose weaknesses.
She cleaned this area, which was the generated pollutants, so her body was clean and there were no broken limbs.
After squatting for a long time, she stood up too quickly and felt a little dizzy. She took a moment to relax and took off her gloves, but suddenly heard a wolf howl.
“Ouch~”
It was even more obvious, and she wasn't sure if it was another hallucination, when a creature with grey fur emerged from the woods, with a wet nose and an open mouth revealing a pink tongue, breathing hot air, and obvious burns on its neck.
She glanced down again, confirming it was dead. Her body was moving faster than her brain, so she raised her gun and pointed it at it. "Back off."
The wolf king stopped running and started walking, staring at the barrel of the gun in her hand, still looking at her, but when she looked at him, he looked away, avoiding direct gaze.
This is a bit like it, her inner monologue warned her a second time, "Back off."
The giant gray wolf faced her, stepped back, head lowered, tail tucked in, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing that she was fine, he was very relieved. He should give her some time. She was just panicked.
But the other party suddenly said: "Woof woof woof——"
He couldn't help but tilt his head. What did it mean? I didn't understand.
The other party coughed twice, restrained his smile and said, "Come here."
"Hmm~"
The gray wolf wandered in place, its nostrils flaring. It was definitely her scent. When she called for the second time, it walked over and stopped one meter away.
She wanted to continue taking off the gloves on her hands, but the other person took over and helped her bite the edge of the gloves with his mouth, then threw it aside and dug a hole with his two front legs to bury the traces.
It was him, exactly like the wolf in the dream. After finishing the work, he returned to the car.
"Manuel, come here." She patted the chair. The other person was still tidying up in the back seat. Hearing the call, he crawled over with a blanket in his mouth, let go, and adjusted the blanket to cover half of her body.
"So good," she couldn't help but sigh, touching the top of its head. Suddenly, she remembered that dogs liked a rougher stroke, so she held it with both hands and rubbed it vigorously. Afterwards, she lifted its front paws and leaned it against her legs, wrapping her whole body tightly in the fur.
Like a little cat, Manuel saw that she was in a mess and wanted to help clean up, but he was not in the right shape, so he stopped.
"Won't you turn back into a human?"
She still wanted to see her fellow humans, "Will it hurt if I touch here?" It shook its head, snuggled into her arms, and quietly let her stroke it, wagging its tail.
It must have been difficult for him to get here, but he still came. When night fell, the man and the dog spread out the back seat of the car so that they would not have to sleep in the front tonight.
It was not until she fell asleep that Manuel moved and ended his beast transformation. He did this to find her faster. He rummaged through the clothes and put them on. Since he didn't have a mask, he tore a piece of cloth and tied it behind his head. He couldn't help but look back. She frowned, as if she was having a nightmare.
This scene was a bit like a dream, something he wouldn't dare imagine on a normal day. He sang a lullaby softly, soothing her until she snuggled up to him, her face no longer showing any fear.
While checking the vehicle, he spotted a distress signal and responded.
While Xu Shanshan was sleeping, she was arguing with her spirit body. In the past few days, she had nightmares one after another when she took a nap. She didn't dare to sleep, but had to sleep. Finally, she could relax.
Forgetting all her worries, she sat down to eat her meal in a relaxed manner. Across the table sat a little mushroom, drinking a Coke. Halfway through, it suddenly said, "Admit it, you fall in love with every girl you meet."
She didn't even question why it could speak, so she confronted it. After all, there were no outsiders around. "How can you say that?"
"You are me and I am you. To scold me is to scold yourself."
That was an admission. Little Mushroom had a more childish voice, "I'm not like you, saying one thing and thinking another..."
"Go away, go away. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll spill all the Coke on you." She tried to clear herself in her mind, saying there was no such thing as promiscuity, they were just friends. She didn't expect it to hear this and expose it.
"A friend who knows how to hug, right? I can't bear to watch the dreams you have all day long."
"That's too much."
Little Mushroom: "Are you still worried about your ex-boyfriend? Are you afraid that they..."
Manuel tilted his head and listened carefully to her. She seemed to mumble something, "No, I didn't." Her tone was gentle and soft, and she chuckled at the end. He also smiled, and seemed to be easily infected.
The next day, when she woke up, the taciturn big man was back. This time, it was a formal hug. They chatted while washing up. When she was happy, she patted the man's shoulder, but unexpectedly pushed him to the window, and his round deltoid muscles pressed against the glass.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect..." It didn't seem likely that he was so frail and easily pushed over. She went to push the car door again, but her strength didn't increase.
"I didn't sit still." Manuel took the blame. Seeing that she was staring at him, he asked, "Is there something on my face?"
"Can I see—" She choked, not knowing whose heart was beating faster between the two of them. She just wanted to confirm, "You, don't wear this."
His heart was beating very fast and his mind was blank. He could neither say yes nor no. He opened his eyes and let her get closer.
"Don't move." The puppy immediately sat up straight, a little too high, "lower your head."
The mask was removed, fresh air rushed against the skin, and his hand touched it. She leaned very close, her eyes trembling. He could clearly see the blood vessels under the thin skin. It was a close contact he had never imagined.
"It feels a bit similar." At first glance, it was a bit scary, like a burn scar, very different from the upper half of her face. But after looking at it for a while, she got used to it.
She has a friend who burned her arm when she was a child and has been feeling inferior since then. When she dated a man, she felt grateful that he didn't look down on her.
It is inevitable that everyone has feelings of inferiority. Manuel has been hiding it. He must be worried about other people's strange looks.
Like a prisoner awaiting sentencing, the man did not speak, but waited for her to react.
"It's actually okay," she stared at the lines again, "Nothing, you're very handsome," and began to list other advantages, "Great figure, strong record, strong ability, and a good person..."
She said a lot of things, but the core meaning was: You are good, don't feel inferior because of this.
"I don't mind that, I want you to know that."
She mumbled a lot, and they looked at each other in confusion. Awkwardness washed over them. Perhaps the other person had no such idea at all, but simply didn't want to bother. She felt like she had too much to do, so she covered her face and wailed. Help, what was she doing?
A kind laugh, "Thank you," he said, smiling without a veil, "I'll remember your words."
Damn it! She turned around, secretly cursing herself in her heart. She was dazzled again. When she turned around again, she had adjusted her mood and said, "Let's go."
The car started and they went to rescue the other guides.
Outside the screen, clues of the criminal organization were also found, and the other party sent a provocative message: they needed the physical data of each guide and □□, otherwise they would randomly harm the hostages.
This naked threat made people feel strangely angry. Without giving more time, the other party read out the first list, "If you can't deliver it on time, start with her."
The screens all went out, jumping between different shots, and finally landed on her head - Clara, she was washed ashore and had just woken up. They wanted to operate on her.
Damn the reform organization!
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