Chapter 22

Chen Li did not go home or to the base, but returned to the ward.

Yong Qiang lay on the treatment bed and slept with the help of medicine. The medical staff obviously did not bother to wash his hair. Strands of fiery red hair stuck to the white forehead of the smoker. His body was covered by the light beam treatment chamber, revealing only a messy head, which looked a little funny.

Chen Li squinted his blurry eyes and checked the values ​​on the equipment. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he felt relieved.

He dragged a chair from the side and sat cross-legged on it, silently keeping vigil for the wounded.

He hunched his back, supported his chin with one hand, and took a short nap with his head down.

Feeling the burning pain in his eyes relieved, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to contact Fan Ge again. Today's situation should be synchronized with Fan Ge by Shang Typhoid. However, he has not received a reply from Fan Ge so far, which is unusual.

Just when Chen Li squinted his hazy eyes and opened the private channel, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

He found that his previous message was sent to the wrong private channel. The recipient was not rr Fan Ge, but rs, who was listed below Fan Ge.

He tapped the message with his fingers, closed it again, and repeated it several times before confirming that it was not a system error, but his own mistake.

After fully realizing it, his scalp suddenly numbed and his whole body tensed up involuntarily.

He opened the channel and carefully browsed the message he wrote again. The main content was a brief description of what happened in Tushita Heaven. Only the last sentence used a few abbreviations, one for "General" and the other for "Experiment", which was the abbreviation of Universal Language Three.

Chen Li covered his forehead. He had nothing to say about his repeated setbacks during this period, and even had the mentality of praying to God. The message showed that it had been read, and Daxue did not reply. She should have known that this was not a message written to her. Chen Li could only hope that the code names he often used would not be discovered, or that Daxue was not involved in his secret.

Chen Li sighed, threw his phone aside, and rubbed his face vigorously. The face that did not belong to him also showed his powerlessness and pain.

Everything that happened one after another recently made him doubt that fate was at work. He had stepped into the vicious circle again and was about to be manipulated. Everything that he thought he could hold firmly in his hands before would escape.

He thought that he would no longer be afraid of anything in this world after breaking out of hell.

But he did not expect that hell was just a playground for ghosts, and the abyss in front of him was a place where even ghosts were trembling with fear.

***

Today is the relief day once a month.

The sign on the large equipment vehicle showed that the organizer of the relief day in this neighborhood was replaced by another food company's humanitarian relief organization. They didn't know whether they were really keen on humanitarian relief or aimed at opening up a sinking market for their own products.

t glanced at the piles of white frosted bags, which were carried by electromagnetic carts and automatically spit out the minimum amount at a time, so that the distribution work could be completed without manpower. However, the poor have become numb to such relief products. Instead of being ecstatic at the beginning, they took the standard amount with a slightly disgusted expression and left.

The mixed pills in this bag can indeed maintain their basic life functions, bring heat, and support the function of internal organs, but affect gastrointestinal function. Many people will have symptoms such as vomiting and stomach pain after eating.

But they have no other choice, otherwise they would not come here to get relief supplies.

This is the sixth humanitarian relief organization that t has moved to this neighborhood to change... Maybe this is still a popular job?

T felt ridiculous. He passed by the piles of white bags and the poor with haggard faces and walked directly into the narrow and dangerous building.

The elevator was still smelly as usual, and there was only a clean area in the middle occupied by a tall and strong mixed-race man. t took a look and left the elevator, indicating that he could wait for the next one.

The mixed-blood man looked down at the thin-looking boy with contempt, and the boy looked at him calmly. He stretched out his arm to grab the boy's collar, and the boy leaned back to avoid it. The elevator door closed and clamped his arm. The mixed-blood man immediately screamed "Ah".

"Is it your first time here, sir? The anti-pinch system of the elevator here has been broken for some time." t showed an apologetic smile.

The mixed-blood man withdrew his hand and was about to get angry, but the elevator door closed completely and carried him to the top of the narrow building with professionalism.

The rusted water pipes in the slums, like some kind of alien creatures, were exposed on the mottled walls. They looked fragile, but in fact they were extremely stubborn, and their hardness might be far better than the new synthetic steel. They have been coiled on the outer wall of the dangerous building for decades. Compared with the occasional water delivery function, they seem more like thieves' scaffolding.

T climbed up the iron ladder made of water pipes nimbly, as agile as a wild cat. He lived on the fifth floor, and this was a familiar sport to him.

People here would pretend not to see Spider-Man even if they saw him. After all, other poor people would not put anything into their pockets if they lost something, and they were happy to see their neighbors getting poorer and poorer. However, T just wanted to get back to his nest to avoid the fierce mixed-blood man. If he could take the elevator, who would be willing to climb the water pipe?

T used a small piece of wood to push open the simple lock of the window, and the cat crawled in. A familiar smell permeated his nose, and he opened his mouth and exclaimed "Ah".

Master Mei was lazily leaning on his tattered old sofa, his fingers moving quickly - assembling a high-level Linglong board. Linglong board is a brain-building toy. It is a soft metal plate that is pre-divided into shapes. After multiple folds, a standard square will be obtained.

t knew that this was Master Mei's habitual action when he was thinking. It is said that when people with overactive brains want to focus on one thing, they need to distract some of their attention in order to be better engaged.

"Why are you here?" t was obviously a little happy. He jumped a few steps and sat down next to Master Mei. His nose twitched a few times. "Did you change your perfume?"

"Hmm..." Master Mei smiled slightly, and seemed a little tired. "How is it? Do you like it?"

"As long as you like it, I don't know much about these." t leaned towards Master Mei habitually, and suddenly seemed to remember something, stretched out his hand to open Master Mei's shirt.

Master Mei dodged slightly, but then covered up his gaffe and said jokingly, "So anxious? Miss me?"

"How is your injury?" t saw that there was still a bandage there. It was a new white color, and it seemed to have been changed not long ago.

"It's almost healed." Master Mei put down the half-folded exquisite board in his hand. It was indeed a standard half square.

"Listen, I don't care what you do, you don't have to tell me, but if you need me to do anything for you," T paused, "Master, you must speak up."

"Hmm..." Master Mei snorted, his expression relaxed a little, and his eyes looked at the window, where a gorgeous azalea was placed.

"The flowers you grow?" Master Mei asked.

"Hmm," T nodded, "A weird old lady asked me to grow them, they are pretty, there are not many places to see flowers now."

"She asked you to grow them, so you grow them, little fool."

"She taught me Feng Shui." T said with a smile.

"Oh?" Master Mei raised his eyebrows, "Does she have other flowers that need help to grow?"

"How about you beg me, and I'll beg her?" T smiled happily.

Master Mei smiled and said nothing. He quickly put the remaining half of the square together. Then he stood up and stretched. He walked around T's small apartment slowly. He seemed to be thinner and not as strong as before.

"Are you hungry? I have to go to work soon. Do you want me to cook something for you?" T also stood up.

"No, I'm not hungry," Master Mei walked to the window and looked at Du Juan in the glass cover. "I'll leave soon. I just came to see you."

T walked behind Master Mei, hugged Master Mei's waist, and put his face against Master Mei's back, feeling the burning heat of a living person. The hug made people feel at ease and gave people a sense of security of life and death.

However, he knew that dying together was a very good result. In this era, in this dangerous house, dying alone on the street might be considered a happy ending.

"It seems that we can't go back..." T whispered.

"Baby, do you want to leave Central City?" Master Mei asked.

"No." T pressed against Master Mei's back and shook his head vigorously.

"Okay, then you have to protect yourself and don't go to dangerous places."

"Yeah." T sniffed the perfume on Master Mei's body and felt a little drowsy. He felt that Master Mei had changed, but it seemed that he had not changed.

Master Mei and T left the house together. T took the subway to the bar to start his work today, while Master Mei walked towards Fifth Avenue.

T received a message on the way, which was sent by the old woman in Mud Alley. It simply wrote the time and place of meeting this week. He did not lie to Master Mei about this. He did learn Feng Shui from this old woman. It was still in the introductory stage. He learned some complex mathematics, which was very suitable for his brain that was good at storing information in detail.

Boss Chen had not come to the bar for a while. T guessed that he was busy with work on the other side.

Nowadays, people have more than one identity?

t entered the bar from the back door. The door had been replaced with a new lock. It was no longer the previous password lock, but a new key lock. There was a magnetic disk in the key, and it had to be rotated a specified number of times to open it.

The bar was in a mess, and the smell of chemicals and alcohol was everywhere. He came a little early, and the staff responsible for cleaning had not arrived yet. t turned on the ventilation fan and ceiling light, and found that there was a person sitting in the booth in the back drinking.

If there was anyone at this time, it must be a drunkard who was too drunk to be driven away. This sober posture was obviously not one of them.

"Boss Chen?" t called tentatively.

The man waved his hand and motioned him to come over.

"Chen...?" t walked closer and took a look. Although according to speculation and familiar figures, this person was probably Chen Li, but this face was unfamiliar no matter how he looked at it.

"Oh..." Chen Li rubbed his face. He hadn't changed his face yet, "Check out."

Chen Li spent a sum of money in his own bar and left under t's puzzled gaze.

He had done many stupid things during this period, so he didn't care about adding this one more.

Yesterday morning, after Yanqiang woke up, Chen Li sent him back to the base. This wild dog with excellent physical fitness could get out of the ground after sleeping for two nights, but the black soul didn't allow it.

Then he discussed everything that happened in Tushita Heaven with Fan Ge and Song Guang. Although the volunteer body was dead and the non-bureau was enough to report, everything was too weird, so they had to be alert. The technical team has begun to check the information. They will soon get more information about merchants and Tushita Heaven.

During this period, they continued to move around as usual. According to speculation, these faceless bionic people dare not show up in public at present, otherwise they would never have escaped from Tushita Heaven that day, so those faceless bionic people should not be able to affect their work on the ground.

But this incident is like the edge of a vortex, and it may soon drag them into an unpredictable quagmire.

This is not enough to constitute the reason why Chen Li ran to his bar in the middle of the night to drink alone.