After exhausting myself to death

The western suburbs are very large and have scenery that is not harmonious with this era.

The steel behemoth makes piercing noises 24 hours a day, gray-brown haze climbs into the clear blue sky, and countless small square houses are stacked neatly on this land.

It is really not an easy task to find a few people here quietly.

Du Xingwei met the so-called responder according to the agreed code. The blue-eyed M countryman took out the photos and compared them for a long time, and asked a few private questions provided by Tasia.

After checking it was correct, he smiled and said, "Welcome, dear friend, Tasia's little sweetheart."

Duchenne is the Mask of Pain.

So disgusting.

This title was shouted out in front of Shen Minghuan, and it could be called a tenth-level social death.

"Isn't it over yet?" Shen Minghuan sat lazily on the wicker chair that the M people specially brought for him. There was a small table next to him. In such a simple environment, there was a fruit platter and a cup of hot tea on it.

Hatani had already been taught by Admiral Rice that Shen Minghuan was picky and difficult to serve, but he had no choice but to obey this person, so he had to smile flatteringly: "Come on, sir, just search me again." Got in."

Shen Minghuan frowned, and the disgust in his eyes seemed to overflow. His tone was very polite: "Sir, are you going to touch me with your dirty hands?"

Du Xingwei couldn't help but laugh.

He could tell that although the people from the M country who surrounded them had bad intentions, they were extremely stubborn towards Shen Minghuan, as if they were afraid of something and had to endure their evil intentions.

It’s not hard to understand, who wouldn’t want to win this person’s favor? Du Xingwei smiled sarcastically. In some respects, Country M is indeed very "talented."

Hatani's smile remained unchanged, but his attitude was very firm, "I'm sorry, sir, can you please bear with me?"

I really don’t understand why General Rice is so careful. They already have everyone in their hands. Can’t they just knock him out and take him away?

There was a hint of impatience in Hatanni's eyes. His attitude towards Shen Minghuan was just a perfunctory show, and he was just a yellow-skinned monkey. Even if he had some ability, he should be obedient.

But Shen Minghuan obviously did not have the self-awareness of being an "inferior person". He asked arrogantly: "Is this how you treat your friends, sir? This is not what Admiral Rice promised me."

Hatani clicked his tongue and slowly withdrew his smile, "I'm sorry, sir, since you are unwilling to cooperate, I have no choice but to follow the rules."

Du Xingwei blocked Shen Minghuan behind him, "Are you going to break the agreement? Don't forget that this is China!"

Hatani laughed loudly, "Du, no wonder Tasia praised you for being cute. You should really see what you look like now, if there is a mirror here."

He shook his head and sighed with pretense of pity, and said sarcastically: "Simply, his face is full of naive stupidity."

Du Xingwei ignored the sarcasm and asked Shen Minghuan nervously in a low voice: "Junior Brother Shen, why hasn't Yiwen shown up yet? How long do we have to wait?"

*

In the small warehouse, Pei Shu coughed a few times. His hands were tied behind his back, and he huddled up in a ball uncomfortably. The six old men around him looked at him worriedly, but they were also tied up and couldn't even give each other a favor. "Pei Shu, are you okay?"

Pei Shu calmed down quietly. His lips were chapped and his voice was a little hoarse. "Mr. Lin, I'm fine."

He was in a very complicated mood now, with all kinds of emotions mixed together, weighing heavily on his heart.

Pei Shu knew that he had returned to China. This was a very abnormal thing. He had been prepared to be imprisoned by Country M for the rest of his life.

He worries about the cost to his country, and it makes him feel guilty.

But he actually has a hidden happiness. At least he is back, and even if he dies, he will die on this beloved land.

"Ten Pei Shus combined can't compare to one Shen Minghuan!"

Pei Shu thought of what Les said when he was extremely angry, half worried and half regretful.

When he left China, he was not familiar with Shen Minghuan and didn't know much about him. He couldn't imagine how outstanding the other party was to make Rice say these words.

It's a pity that I didn't seize the opportunity to become friends with Shen Minghuan at the beginning. Maybe it will be difficult to have the opportunity to meet in the future. I just hope that that person can stay in the country and be protected by the country forever, without having to endure the pain of being far away from his homeland like him.

Just as he was thinking about it, the door suddenly opened.

Hatani, who was guarding them, pushed in a man whose hands were tied and his mouth was gagged. He pushed the man heavily to the ground.

Meeting Pei Shu's gaze, Hatanni smiled evilly: "Stay well and enjoy your last time, you low-class people."

The door was closed again.

The person lying on the ground obviously looked Chinese. He was struggling fiercely. His wrists were red and bleeding, but he seemed to feel no pain.

"Comrade, calm down first, you will hurt yourself." The old people reassured him worriedly, but the man seemed unable to hear them.

He was still struggling, making "wuwu" and roar-like screams from his mouth. His face was stained with tears and dust, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Pei Shu always felt that this person was too familiar, and for a moment he was worried that it was Shen Minghuan. He looked at it carefully for a while, and suddenly he felt blessed: "Du Xingwei? You are Du Xingwei!"

The struggling Du Xingwei was shaken all over and stopped weakly.

He turned his head to look at Pei Shu with difficulty, his eyes were red, tears welled up in his eyes, and he cried harder.

It's for Pei Shu...

Du Xingwei thought of Jiang Li telling him that Shen Minghuan and Pei Shu were very good friends, and thought that it was true, that man gave up everything for Pei Shu.

The teachers are doting on him, the students are sensible, and all the good things in the world are at his fingertips, yet that person just wants to live like an isolated island, walking alone on a road that never sees the light of day.

He remembered again that Shen Minghuan smiled slightly and called him "Senior Brother Du" in a warm voice, thinking that this person was really cruel.

How can you not blame him for harming Pei Shu, but how can you forgive him for the mistakes he committed? This is this man's method of revenge.

——You want him to watch Shen Minghuan being forcibly taken away, you want him to face his own stupidity and incompetence again, you want him to be deeply guilty of causing the country to lose important talents again, you want him to be sleepless at night and haunted by nightmares...

"Du Xingwei, why are you here?" Pei Shu didn't know the inside story that he was being targeted by Country M. He just thought that he wasn't careful enough.

He felt a little uneasy, which made him realize after asking that Du Xingwei was still gagged and could not answer him.

Pei Shu frowned in annoyance and forced himself to stay calm. "Stop moving. I'll try to see if I can help you take the cloth out of your mouth."

The old people were under house arrest earlier than Pei Shu, and they had no impression of Du Xingwei. Two old people had never even heard of the name.

Although they were a little confused, it was obviously not the right time to ask questions, so they all helped to make Du Xingwei more comfortable, at least not lying in such a weird and awkward posture.

Professor Lin suddenly heard a "beep" sound, slight and rapid.

He looked around, a little suspicious that he heard wrongly, but for some reason he felt panic in his heart, and it became more and more intense.

"Old Zhao, did you just..."

Professor Lin paused for a moment, and the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat. He suddenly realized what it was.

Professor Lin's mind went blank. In the blink of an eye, his instinct drove him to shout at the loudest voice: "Everyone get down!"

Does lying down help? Absolutely not.

The bomb was too close to them, and standing, lying down, or kneeling had no effect on their survival. It was just the conditioned reflex formed during the war that made Professor Lin shout those three words.

In fact, Professor Lin predicted the ending as early as the first syllable.

They will die without any exception.

However, the next second, a faint white light spread from Du Xingwei's body and enveloped everyone present. Like an upside-down bowl, it firmly protects them in the center.

*

It's 11:30, half an hour before the usual lunch time.

The guard hesitated for a moment, then knocked on the door.

No one answered.

Many terrifying thoughts flashed through the young warrior's mind at that moment. He quickly opened the door and said, "First... hmm?"

There were four balls in place, and the person he was worried about was inside intact, with eight pairs of eyes staring at him.

The little soldier knew that this was what Lu Wu looked like when he started up, but now it looked calm, where was the danger? Gentlemen, why do you want to open Lu Wu?

However, he quickly realized the abnormality. Lu Wu would not restrict their movements, but at this moment, the gentlemen were "dancing" in the ball, but they could not move even half a step.

There is a problem, but not a big one.

The little soldier quickly pressed the switch on the table under the guidance of the gestures of the people inside. As one of the owners of Lu Wu, it is not difficult for the little warrior to guess that this matter is related to the developer Shen Minghuan.

Thinking of the man's demeanor when he left and his instructions not to let them in and disturb him, the little warrior's heart sank.

Jiang Yiwen was about to rush out immediately. Jiang Li raised his eyes: "What are you going to do?"

"Go find Ming Huan." Jiang Yiwen said and walked to the door.

"You can't find him." Jiang Li said calmly, "Since he dares to only give himself four hours, he is sure that we will not be able to stop him after four hours."

The explosion was loud enough to be transmitted into the office hall, and the loud noise fell on their ears, as if to indicate that everything had settled.

Perhaps it was because the most pessimistic thoughts were spreading in their minds, or perhaps they had no energy to think, so they were not in a hurry to ask about the little soldier's situation.

There was silence in the hall, as Gu Wenjing flipped through the booklet Shen Minghuan left on the table like a zombie.

He seemed to be illiterate suddenly, and the numbers and formulas that he once loved so much did not arouse any energy in him.

The thin paper was quickly turned to the end, and Gu Wenjing's breath hitched.

"You guys," he said dryly, "come and see."

No one can understand what the word "home" means to Chinese people. It can often stir up endless emotions in an instant.

And now, there is a short line of writing on the white paper:

"One year later, take me home under the sycamore tree. - Shen Minghuan."