Chapter 7: In the Haoleng

monitoring room, Maya, the white hunter, squatted on the ground, using the tools in her hands to tamper with the data in the institute's mainframe.

This seemed very difficult and violated the rules of the laboratory. The man did it very carefully, but judging from the proficiency in his hands, he should have done this kind of thing frequently. After all, he had been working with Xi for a while. It was scary at first, but now it's easy, that is, it's just about having less hair.

The screams that had been coming from the back room finally stopped. Maya wiped the sweat from her head. The picture on the screen kept changing and changed into what he had modified. The man took off his hat and suddenly hissed. With a cry, the black hunter walked out of the house, just in time to see the man's hair being pulled out by something growing under the hat.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly said: "Maya, I noticed that your hair has become less and less recently."

This understatement almost hit him hard. Hunter Bai's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He wiped his face and said, "Illusions are all illusions."

"After my observation, the amount of hair on your head has decreased by 5% compared to seven days ago, and has decreased compared to yesterday . 2%..."

The black hunter said word by word. Behind him, a brother with different eyes who looked the same as him also came out. His hands were covered with blood stains. The man pinched his fingers and casually touched his biological brother. After wiping it, he said after hearing his words: "Stop talking, look at Maya, she's going to be broken into pieces, he looks so pitiful."

The white hunter looked back at them, gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't... ...I have lost my hair. When I go back, I will use J-55-OI to restore some minor problems on the top of my head."

The two brothers looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh. In the entire team, Maya was the only "frequent user" of that thing. ", amidst the ridicule of his colleagues, Maya glared at his hat fiercely, then nodded the brim, and then, under his gaze, mechanized pure white spiders slowly crawled out of the hat, and they It climbed to the edge of the table along the man's fingertips, then jumped onto the monitor screen, and began to stretch out its claws and move on the screen like weaving a spider web.

Claw feet stretched out from the bottom of the hat, holding Maya's fingers to put it back on herself. With the stinging pain on his head, several hairs fell down again. The man was very angry, but he still had to complete the work at hand and modify all the data before the "hound" arrived.

A picture is reorganized and then cut into what they want. Starting from the escape of the pollutants, the subsequent pictures are completely distorted. This is Maya's ability.

The black hunter brothers complicatedly tampered with the "witnesses", and the white hunter was responsible for modifying the data. Under Xi's arrangement, the hounds could only get the information they wanted. When the work was completed, the white hunter put away the little spider and lifted it inside the box. , Yu Xin opened the passage for them, and the black hunters also left. Soon, the hounds would come here like hyenas that smelled the fishy smell.

Xi stretched out his fingers and gently touched the wings on Shu Mo's back. This subtle move made the person tightly held in his arms begin to struggle weakly, but this struggle was also extremely subtle, like someone pinching the wings. Cicadas, apart from their chirping, offer no deterrent.

From the beginning, Xi seemed to have fallen into an almost fanatical joy. He looked at the person in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. This joy added a thrilling beauty to the already unusually beautiful person. . When Xi's cold fingers traced the wings, the joy became more vivid, making his eyes sharpen.

The unimpeded contact between skin and wings made Shu Mo grit his teeth and tremble. A biting chill spread from the place of contact and completely froze his brain. Like a fanatical believer venting the excitement in his heart, when Zai Xi finally came back to his senses, he saw that the young man's face had become as pale as paper, and his green eyes were filled with suppressed pain.

"Is it hard?" The man looked at this scene and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"...cold." Shu Mo couldn't even speak. The impact of such a touch on his newborn wings made his brain explode. Xi touched his forehead, as if attracted by his pain, and even his eyes became deeper and deeper.

The temperature coming from Xi's fingertips was inhumanly cold. Different from the other party's long hair that exuded warmth and soft light, the man's fingers were cold, his breath was cold, and even the breath on his body had no warmth at all. It's so cold that it would be a pity not to use the air conditioner.

But it's not like a physical cold, it's more like a mental, impersonal coldness. Shu Mo raised his face, and he met those warm white eyes without knowing anything. Then the man was stunned for a moment, and then started to tremble, because he found that the person in front of him even had very light pupils. From those eyes Nothing could be seen, just a void.

"Is it cold?"

He heard the man say. The next second, the coldness disappeared from the place where he touched it. After tapping his fingertips a few times, the temperature on Xi's palm began to warm up, and a flow of heat Influxed from the place touched by the other party, Shu Mo's pupils shrank and then slowly opened. The resistance in his eyes dissipated the moment he felt the warmth, and was replaced by an indescribable comfort.

As if he was soaking in a hot spring, and as if a heat source was coming from outside, Shu Mo even stretched out his fingers and squinted his eyes comfortably, wishing that the other party would use more force - and then, as if he noticed his Thoughts, after that seemingly harmless temperature spread to his whole body, it began to occupy and oppress him casually and meticulously.

"It's much better now." Xi still looked gentle, and it was completely impossible to tell what he was doing now.

Even Shu Mo's pupils began to collapse. The excessive comfort became like a poison in the later stage, but he had no way to stop it. Xi touched his wings over and over again, and the warmth kept overlapping. It was so hot that his brain became confused.

The man's fingers reached out, and then stopped because he touched a soft place. Xi finally stopped. He raised his fingers and saw the blood on his fingertips: that was Shu Mo. Blood from the wound.

His pupils moved slowly and he saw clearly the source of the wound: it was a slender, soft wound that was split on the young man's left back. It was not caused by a foreign object, but came from Shu Mo Own.

In the middle of the long and narrow wound, a layer of dreamlike pure white wings still wrapped in flesh and blood lingered on the edge of being released but not yet mature, so that little bit of whiteness could only be trapped deep in the wound. The young man's narrow wound that is still oozing blood is like the torture before the crucifixion, just waiting for the day when it will truly bloom.

"You haven't fully grown yet." Xi's eyes caught the little bit of white exposed. He stretched out his finger and traced a circle around the edge of the wound with his fingertips. The soft touch came, and Shu Mo let out a hiss in his mouth, He should feel the pain, but now all that was left in the man's mind was the increasing warmth.

"You still need a little time..." As if feeling regretful, Xi finally reached out his hand. From the beginning to the end, his body temperature had never changed at all. The man's fingertips and skin were still cold. , inorganic, but Shu Mo mistakenly thought that the temperature pouring into the body was warm.

The only person who really has warm body temperature is himself. Xi has never had such close contact with other people. Now when he felt the warmth of Shu Mo's body, the man felt as if his skin was slightly touched by the warmth. It's baked and warm, making people unable to help but want more and more.

The wounds on the young man's back seemed to be emitting high temperatures. Xi couldn't help but insert his fingers into them and touched the wings rooted there. It was as if he had touched the young man's lifeline. Shu Mo struggled again, Xi's fingers It took him two seconds to let go of him. His fingertips were still warm, and blood spread on the fingertips.

The man's eyes darkened, and he looked at the color on his fingertips. Finally, as if he couldn't control his actions, he lowered his head and gently licked away the red bit.

"Don't be afraid, I will take care of those troubles." A rustling voice came from the corner. It was the activities of some employees and pollutants who were lucky enough to survive. Xi knew that the hounds would come soon and he would be tired. Shu Mo hugged him carefully and walked towards the end of the corridor: "Now, you just need to have a good sleep and wait for me to pick you up."

"Is anyone there?" A voice came from the corner, Someone was asking for help from Xi, but the man turned a blind eye to it. He placed the person in his arms on the ground very gently, his eyes only fixed on the person in front of him, and his sight turned into layers of mycelium winding up.

Then, Xi stretched out her hand and pressed Shu Mo's forehead. The next second, the black-haired young man's frown slowly relaxed. Xi gently brushed away the hair on his forehead, and then looked at the hair again. He returned to the same place disobediently, as if he was playing some interesting game. After repeating this several times, he finally put down his hand, raised his fingertips slightly, and pressed it on the young man's eyebrows.

"Have a good rest." Xi said softly.

The man slowly stood up, his eyes finally willing to leave the person on the ground. Behind him, the cicada wings on the young man's back slowly closed up, and his hair turned black again.

"Help me, there are very scary monsters here!"

Someone's voice came. Xi stroked his chin, seeming to be thinking about something. After a while, he took out a pocket watch and turned the pointer on the pocket watch forward a few times. , the man put away his pocket watch, holding the golden scepter. After taking care of everything, he did the last thing:

"Death."

Xi raised his hand and tapped the ground lightly, like some kind of oath, It was as if he was giving orders to everything in this area. An invisible realm opened and closed without any strange sounds or earth-shattering fluctuations. After Xi said these two words, all the activities in this area The object lost its sound in that second.

Everything in this room seemed to be turned back by a clock, and the entire room was like a moving painting. Only the white-haired man standing there and the black-haired young man lying on the ground were the only static anchor points. The sound of the hands closing came out, and after everything was covered up, at the highest point of the research institute in Area C, in the gradually opening passage, a woman wearing exquisite robes and glasses came out. Her eyebrows were slightly narrow, and there was a mean air from the corners of her eyes. The woman glanced left and right, and when she was sure that she was the first "hound" to come here, she raised one eyebrow and smiled lowly.

"This time, I'm lucky." She smiled smugly. As a hound, there is nothing more important than being the first to arrive at the scene when a mutation occurs and completing the task for her master. She held her arms In such a mood, he walked out surrounded by the senior executives of Area C. After looking around, he raised his face and ordered:

"Where is the supervisor here? Let him come to see me!"

"This..."

Facing the hound Request, in the past, the senior executives of Area C would have hurried here to wait for instructions from the other party, but the current supervisor...

the manager in charge of the C1 floor said helplessly: "Sir, you'd better go to see him yourself. "

What are you talking about?"

The woman frowned, having a bad premonition in her heart. After a group of people came to the crime scene with fearful support, she saw the pestle standing there, even from a distance. , who was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away, the woman who looked arrogant and indifferent just now took a deep breath. After walking a certain distance in front of him, the hound stopped, not daring to violate the other person's territory again. .

Xi still stood there, silent like a giant dragon guarding a treasure; and like a knight guarding his master, but everyone present did not dare to face this scene, and at the same time, Xi did not even look at them.

"Please forgive me for overstepping my bounds. I didn't know you were in charge of this place."

The woman lowered her head, saluted Xi, and said, "Messenger of Xingzhu Feishi, Twelve, pays homage to Lord Xi."