"Mr. He, is there anything I can help you with?"

Although the commodity supply office is in the form of a store, the service targets are all the internal personnel of the organization on the island, so there is no need to pay.

He Yu said: "I want to get some medicinal materials and some experimental supplies. Here is the list."

The clerk took it, put on glasses, looked at it from beginning to end, and smiled: "Okay, no problem, please wait a moment."

The small TV in the store was playing an Australian talent show. He Yu was standing in front of the counter next to the TV, watching aimlessly left and right, while waiting for the clerk to arrange the things . During this period, his eyes inadvertently swept across the shelves beside the cashier—

There are rows of condoms.

In addition to the normal styles on the market, there are also some products made by researchers on the island when they are bored, which are exclusively for Mandela Island.

He Yu had no interest in these things before, but now it is different. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a box of packaging that looked the most understated.

On a closer look, there are a few concise words written on the box: After sale is good, if it is damaged, I will deliver the baby.

The name of the boring researcher is signed below.

He Yu took another box that looked the most pink.

This time the box says: Take me, I'm better than animal training pills.

The name of the boring researcher is also signed below.

It looks a little weird to pick up another box.

The name of the very boring researcher is also signed below.

When the clerk came out with the plastic bag, he saw He Yu researching these things there. The clerk smiled and said, "Mr. He, do you need to introduce the effect?"

He Yu took the bag, hesitated for a while, and nodded.

In the evening, He Yu came home with a bag, which contained some medicinal herbs to relieve cough, moisten the lungs, soothe the nerves and calm the mind, and a few boxes.

He came back earlier than usual. As soon as he entered the door, he found Xie Qingcheng sitting at the desk, writing something with his head down.

Now, Xie Qingcheng no longer has to deliberately act in desperation in order to paralyze the watchers. Mandela's people also know that his personality is tough and will not be wasted in depression time. In the case of really unable to escape, save his physical strength, do not do unnecessary struggle, calm and calm, as if waiting for an opportunity to break out at any time, this is his convincing state.

Therefore, He Yu saw Xie Qingcheng very quiet.

He froze for a moment.

The house was remodeled to imitate the guest room of the old villa, and even the carpet was made old according to his requirements. The man was sitting in front of the writing desk with his eyes down. Zhan moonlight slanted on him, as if a white plain shirt from many years ago was draped over his shoulders, just like the uniform he wore when he was a doctor.

He Yu felt like he was going back in time at that moment.

It seems that all he has to do is say, "Dr. Xie."

The young Xie Qingcheng would raise his head, look back at him from the desk, and ask him lightly, "What's the matter, kid?"

And as if to confirm his long-cherished wish, Xie Qingcheng heard the movement and really looked away from the scroll as he did ten years ago, and landed on He Yu's face.

It's just not what He Yu looked down on as a child.

Xie Qingcheng looked up at him and coughed softly: "What's wrong?"

He Yu saw his left eye, which had lost its light forever, and the white streaks in his hair.

Xie Qingcheng is no longer twenty years old.

He Yu woke up like a dream and returned to God: "...Nothing."

The gentleness of the country and the people, revisiting the mandarin duck dream is even more fascinating. He Yu slept with Xie Qingcheng, a little out of control. Occasionally, he was kind to Xie Qingcheng, and the people of Mandela were not surprised. Especially Xie Qingcheng has been a little sick recently.

Therefore, He Yu's behavior of bringing some medicine to Xie Qingcheng was not suspected, nor was anyone criticized.

He Yu is not a completely ruthless person, he will do both with kindness and kindness. Blindly torturing his old lover is more likely to be suspicious.

He went down to the kitchen and made a dinner for himself.

If there is something weak about the genius He Yu, it may be his life skills.

After so many years, Young Master He is still not very good at cooking. He tossed around in the kitchen for almost two hours, and the final product was still unsightly.

Stewed beef brisket with potatoes is something that Xie Qingcheng can have a little appetite for when he is not feeling well.

"Where did you find American ginseng?" Xie Qingcheng coughed a few times and fiddled with the ingredients.

"Drug store."

"...how come there are pig lungs."

He Yu: "Zoya raised it."

"She raised...these?"

"She has a small farm here, and it has everything in it. And it's all natural green food. She farms and feeds the animals herself."

Xie Qingcheng put down the spoon, and he couldn't eat pig lungs even if it was green food.

And he felt a little subtle.

Zoya became a fugitive because she did some cruel experiments in the Chernobyl radiation zone. He couldn't imagine the picture of such a person farming.

He Yu saw Xie Qingcheng's thoughts and said, "Zoya doesn't like technology at all, she always said that when the Mandela metaverse is really realized, then she will When the time comes, I will go to farm and do nothing, just be a farmer.”

Xie Qingcheng: "...she doesn't like technology at all?"

"It can even be said to be hatred." He Yudao, "Although she is top-notch in this area, I heard that her daughter died because of this. That was her only dear."

Xie Qingcheng fell into deep thought.

He Yu saw that he had forgotten about his body when he talked about work, and he was a little helpless: "You drink the soup first, okay?"

Xie Qingcheng didn't care: "That Zoya..."

"I'll tell you about Zoya's background carefully after you drink it, or I won't tell you."

“…”

It's a man who has to bow his head under the eaves.

Xie Qingcheng had to drink a bowl of soup.

"Pig lungs too."

"It's almost done." Xie Qingcheng said, "I can never eat this kind of thing."

After speaking, she raised her eyes and folded her fingers: "Tell me."

"..." He Yu saw that he was really unwilling and couldn't force it, so he sighed, thought about it, and said, "Have you seen her daughter in the control room of the rapid cold light? , is the projected girl."

Xie Qingcheng recalled the little girl with blond hair holding a doll in the main control room. Now that I think about it, that child's eyebrows and eyes are indeed very similar to Zoya.

He nodded.

"Scientists on the island don't ask each other about the past, why Zoya is alone, whether she has a husband, we don't know. But she once accidentally mentioned that her child was murdered Dead...she used to work in some private lab, presumably someone she trusted betrayed her. Zoya later became very cruel and selfish, she was a total villain, but she did more evil than the rest of the island Keep it simple, every experiment she does, everything she invents, is to revive her child."

He Yu said here, and gave an example: "In fact, violent killing is a typical example, that is when Zoya tries to implant one person's consciousness into another person's brain. of."

"The girl in the Rapid Cold Light control room is also Zoya's experiment?"

"Yes." He Yu said, "She is the embryonic form of the Metaverse Rebirth. You have seen her and you know how lifelike she is. She is like the person in Teresa Teng's resurrection image. walking back and forth, singing, or talking. But these are not programmed, but Zoya's thoughts that she created using some of her daughter's brain fragments she saved. You can see her thoughts are very simple, just a few Repeat, but she does give Zoya a lot of hope."

“…”

" Zoya's request to the organization is that when the Mandela metaverse is established, they will give her daughter an entity and let her return to her, and then the mother and daughter will She is no longer a scientific researcher. The old lady promised her."

Xie Qingcheng: "Seeking skin with a tiger, can you really talk?"

Because He Yu deliberately turned the range hood to the maximum setting when cooking, and has not turned it off yet, and the two of them sat close together and spoke softly, so Duan Wencong couldn't tell from the monitoring. Identify what they are talking about.

He Yu said: "They have no choice but to trust her."

Xie Qingcheng seemed to have thought of something, and frowned slightly: "Why has no one of these scientists on the island tried to replace Duan Cuizhen...? They are all willing to work for her ."

"Duan Wen has always done a good job of protecting Duan Cuizhen, usually only the high-level can see her. Recently, her body is getting weaker and weaker, and even the high-level can easily disappear. He Yu said, "And I have always felt that among those high-ranking people, there is a tacit secret that makes them always willing to use Duan Cuizhen as their leader without any second thoughts. It's just that they have no intentions of me. It's been concealed so far. Besides, I still have a feeling that the Dream Breaker's commander seems to be investigating what the secret is."

"Did he find out."

He Yu shook his head, indicating that he did not know either.

Then he put the spoon down, got up and said, "Stop talking, there is still something stewing in the pot, I'll bring it to you."

The last one was Chuanbei Sydney cream.

Simmered until soft and waxy pears were put in grated Chuanbei, the lid was lifted, and the bowl was filled with clear and sweet soup.

Xie Qingcheng raised his eyes and met He Yu's gaze.

"I stewed it for a long time." He Yu said, "Drink it while it's hot."

After a pause, she continued:

"Don't waste it like you did three years ago."

Three years ago, Xie Qingcheng broke up with He Yu. At that time, there was a cup of Chuanbei Sydney soup simmering in the kitchen. Xie Qingcheng didn't drink it, put on his clothes and left.

Xie Qingcheng lowered his eyelashes and looked at the pear soup in the bowl, the feeling of uncertainty was scattered in his heart like smoke. He looked at He Yu's face after a light cigarette, and only felt like watching flowers in the fog. He tilted his head slightly and thought, but he was not sure if there was still a little bit left in this pear paste, which belonged to the past. Insanely gentle.

Before going to bed at night, He Yu put his hand out of the quilt and turned off the light by the bed. When he retracted his hand again, there was something more in his palm.

He did all this very naturally, Duan Wen only thought that they were going to sleep through monitoring, and He Yu went to turn off the lights.

He Yu handed the things in his palm to Xie Qingcheng.

"What?"

"Fengbo bracelet." He leaned close to his ear and said in a low voice, "I just bought the materials this afternoon and modified them, so they won't be detected by Duan Wen's equipment. What's the situation... It's like you had a fever the other day... You can always contact me or the organization."

"I don't worry about you wearing it."

He Yu held Xie Qingcheng's hand tightly when he said these words.

At that moment, he believed that Xie Qingcheng also thought of something that happened between them a few years ago—

After He Yu had a disease, Xie Qingcheng gave He Yu a special emotional monitoring ring, and the bracelet He Yu was kept close to him until the shipwreck. Falling into the ocean, the bracelet also sank into the sea.

"Don't lose it."

“…” Xie Qingcheng rubbed the bracelet.

"Would you like to try it? I've got the channel tuned."

The bracelet has a leather buckle, which is a hidden headset.

The mechanical voice said: "The Fengbo system is activated, you are welcome to use it."

Xie Qingcheng gave the order with a very low decibel: "Connect to the headquarters."

"Received. Connecting to headquarters..."

After a few seconds, Feng Bo really connected to the Shanghai headquarters again. Xie Qingcheng heard the voice of the commander-in-chief that he had not heard these days: "Xie Qingcheng?"

Xie Qingcheng couldn't help but glanced at He Yu first, and then responded to the commander.

The commander was surprised. After the two chatted for a while, the commander said: "He Yu has already told us the matter, you are all cautious, don't take risks, save your stamina, and be motivated. We have already deciphered the value of Su Hanguang, and we will be able to design countermeasures immediately. Before that, you must stabilize the situation with He Yu, so that Mandela cannot find any abnormality, understand?"

Xie Qingcheng: "…Understand."

His mood was a little complicated. He thought that He Yu had told them countless times that Mandela Island was not so surreal, but because He Yu was a mental patient, the truth he said was not accepted. accepted by headquarters. At this moment, Xie Qingcheng suddenly felt like a person standing outside the dream, but he couldn't wake up those people who regarded these illusions as real.

He has always believed that the truth is very important.

Now he finds that in the eyes of many people, the truth is only what they believe, and the truth seems to be in the hands of so-called "normal people". Whoever is the mainstream is the absolute truth, and in order to protect everything they want to protect, they can only acquiesce to such social rules.

He had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The commander is still telling: "It's all dangerous, but in the end we can always overcome..."

"Command." Xie Qingcheng suddenly interrupted him.

The commander paused: "What's wrong?"

Xie Qingcheng: "Actually, you should believe that this island—"

"You should believe that we know everything on this island, you don't have to worry." He Yu stopped his words.

He used his eyes to imply Xie Qingcheng not to talk any more.

The commander was stunned for a moment: "It's not too early for Mandela Island, is He Yu by your side?"

Xie Qingcheng didn't answer, his hand was held by He Yu, He Yu held his hand and wrote stroke by stroke in his palm: Don't say, I didn't tell he all.

After all, I go undercover with my colleagues until I have to sleep in a bed every day, and I have to do fake dramas. It is really turning upside down. This is not something worth showing off. They really don’t want to report this to the headquarters kind of details.

Xie Qingcheng replied the commander a few words perfunctorily and ended the call.

"Why not let me corroborate your idea."

"They will treat you as a lunatic." He Yu said, "Or think you have been brainwashed by me."

“…”

"You can't convince a dog that the world is in color. Of course I didn't mean that the commander was a dog. But I don't think it's necessary to convince them of it all. Three years ago Mann Della's weapons are not yet so advanced, but now, humans are no safer than robots, and the brainwashed humans on the island, they have all kinds of equipment, and self-destruction devices, which are also dangerous. We The ultimate goal is to destroy the island, and at this point, it doesn't matter who is right or who is wrong."

He Yu paused, there seemed to be some glimmer in the abyss:

"I think when they are all caught, the dream breakers will know that I have never deceived them."

The business is over, and the private business is left.

He Yu asked after a while of silence, "Have you vomited today?"

Xie Qingcheng was still thinking about the communication with the Dreambreaker just now, and after a while he said absentmindedly: "It's nothing, just once."

"Oh..." He Yu thought about it, and after a while, he leaned over and said to Xie Qingcheng, "Well, I actually bought something back today."

"What?" Xie Qingcheng was still a little lost.

He Yu hesitated: "It's just me thinking, when we're acting, why don't we take a safety measure..."

"Um..." Xie Qingcheng was still stunned, and after a while, he came back to his senses, "What?"

He Yu showed an embarrassed look on his face: "In case you...I mean if...if there is such a probability...In the current situation, I think it may be better..."

Xie Qingcheng couldn't say whether he was angry or funny.

It's ridiculous that only at this time would He Yu want to take protective measures, but what's irritating is that He Yu believes in such an incredible thing deep in his heart.

Otherwise, I'll be on top."

He Yu: "..."

He has a narrow waist and long legs, and even his hands are very manly, which makes girls or zeros excited. He is resolute everywhere, and there is really no reason to be subservient to others.

It's just that he's not very interested in this kind of thing, and he doesn't like to take the initiative, so he's more open-minded, so he never argues with He Yu.

Until He Yu repeatedly thought that he might have a child, Xie Qingcheng couldn't bear it anymore, and finally pinched the little bunny's chin, leaned on the pillow and said gloomily that he wanted to let He Yu be below Such words.

"Do you want it?" Xie Qingcheng's lazy voice contained a sense of oppression, "Anyway, the quilt covers Duan Wen and you can't see it."

He Yu stared at him for a few seconds, then rolled over and pressed him, clasped the man's slender fingers, and pressed it on the pillow: "This is not good."

Xie Qingcheng just wanted to ridicule him, but he didn't really want to do it. But he didn't expect He Yuhui to be so decisive.

This made the man who was once a husband narrowed his eyes slightly: "Why."

He Yu paused for a while, before bowing his head and kissing him to go to the clouds and rain, ignoring his own thoughts that Xie Qingcheng was only suitable for the following thoughts, he coaxed him in a low voice with a little rogue: "Brother, you look great, I'm afraid of pain."

Xie Qingcheng: "..."

Stupid people fight hard, smart people show weakness. Flattery can also be casually shot when necessary.

Sure enough, when He Yu said this, Xie Qingcheng, who was used to taking care of people, couldn't catch a word, so he could only let He Yu kiss him, but he didn't see He Yu kissing people When he buried his face in the crevice of his neck and kissed the side of his neck, there was a faint smile of conspiracy in his eyes.