Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures

Inside the door is a small room of 20 to 30 square meters. The layout inside is very simple. In the center of the room is a huge water tank. A recliner is facing the water tank. The left and right sides are flush with the walls to create two rows. Bookshelves, on which hundreds of books are neatly arranged. The white-haired young man leaned back on the recliner lazily, and after giving us a weak glance, he said to the black-clothed and white-haired man: "Thousand households, have you lost control outside?"

The black-clothed and white-haired man was very respectful to the white-haired young man in the house, owed his body, bowed slightly, and said: "The people outside are beginning to go crazy. They won't last long, at most half a day, they will be poisoned. Brain. At that time..." The voice of the black-clothed and white-haired man was getting smaller and smaller. When he said that, he stopped, sighed, and the meaning was beyond words.

Suddenly, he glared at us viciously, gritted his teeth and said: "Look at what you are doing! Can't you just stay in the upper cabin? I tried my best to hang those people up, temporarily suppressing their mania. Annoyed. But you are too troublesome to put them down, do you know how much trouble it caused?"

Only then did I understand that his phrase "good deeds you did" was directed at us when I dare to love. Moreover, he was the one who kept us in the cabin. At the time, he thought it had something to do with sin, and he thought that the black cat became fine. After all, we caused the misfortune, and we still don't know the situation here. When I was reprimanded by the black-clothed and white-haired man, neither Monk Xiao nor I responded. Hmm...except Fatty Sun.

"Don't let people let go, you said earlier," Speaking of the bickering, I haven't seen Fatty Sun before, and he continued, "The hundreds of people were easily chained through the collarbones and hanged from the ceiling. Come on. Who knows what’s going on? You don’t want them to be put down, so you should put up a notice that the hanged person suffers from a disease and will bite out of control when landing, and the person who releases the person is at his own risk. That’s right. Don’t do everything. Rely on others." "Little fat man, shut up! What nonsense are you talking about?" Monk Xiao was taken aback by Fatty Sun's behavior and hurriedly scolded a few words. The two white hairs in front of us are not something we can afford. Fatty Sun irritated him so much, and 80% of us had nothing to eat.

Sure enough, the black-clothed and white-haired man shouted angrily: "You say it again!" His face was originally pale, but now he became ashen. When the attack was about to happen, he was stopped by the white-haired young man. He just said softly: "Thousands of households..." As soon as the white-haired young man uttered, the black-clothed and white-haired man stayed in place, breathing constantly. He was breathing rough, but the pace of his breathing became slower and slower. After ten seconds, his expression improved a bit. After turning back and bowing to the white-haired young man, he stopped talking.

The white-haired young man sighed and said: "Thousands of households, look a little bit away. Even if they can't hold on in the end, re-entering reincarnation is a relief for them." At this point, the white-haired young man He stood up, looked at the water tank in front, and murmured, "This kind of relief is something you and I can't envy." His last sentence was somewhat miserable. The black-clothed and white-haired man also sighed, the expressions of the two of them suddenly looked a little lonely.

"Didn't I say, can I say something?" Hao Wenming's state has recovered a lot at this time. He looked at the two white hairs in front of him and said, "Can you tell me what is going on with this boat? Who are the two? Who are those hanging outside?" The white-haired young man looked at Director Hao with a smile, and he waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, let me ask a few words first." As he said, he turned his gaze to Fatty Sun, pointed to the crossbow in his hand and said, "Where do you get this crossbow? And..." The white-haired man pointed at me and Fatty Sun again. Then he said, "You two seem to have a dagger each, where did these two daggers come from?" Then he sat on the recliner again, waiting for the answers from me and Fatty Sun.

The short sword should have been told to him by the white-haired man in black. I glanced at Fatty Sun, his face remained unchanged and his heart beat, and he said, "The sword and the crossbow are all mine, and are inherited from my ancestors." Hearing this, the black-clothed and white-haired man's expression changed drastically. Coughing constantly. The white-haired young man stood up directly from the recliner, walked a few steps forward, looked at Fatty Sun again, and said suspiciously, "Your...surname is Wu?"

Fatty Sun shook his head and said, "No, my surname is Sun, and my mother's surname is Wu. The daggers and crossbows are handed down from my grandfather's family. My grandfather's family does not have a male boy, so these things are cheaper for me." The white-haired young man He looked back at the black-clothed and white-haired man. The black-clothed and white-haired man nodded and said: "I heard'he' said that'he' has a bloodline outside. This bloodline has always been out of a woman. It may have changed in this life. ."

The two white-haired men believed 80 to 90% of what Fatty Sun had put together. The black-clothed and white-haired man went over, grabbed the shoulder of Fatty Sun, and said, "Apart from the dagger and the crossbow, what else did you bring? Did your mother's elders let you bring anything on board? What is the pill pill?"

Fatty Sun shook his head in confusion, and said, "What do you want me to bring? The pill pill? Who is this disease..." Before he could finish his words, suddenly a familiar voice came from the corner of the bookshelf. It was the cry I didn't want to hear: "You..." I heard a cold war. Following the cry, the black cat slowly crawled out of it. It was also polite, and jumped directly onto the recliner.

It seemed that this black cat seemed to be raised by a young white-haired man. The black cat lay on the recliner and yelled several times at him "sincere...". The young white-haired man turned around and held it in his arms. This scene makes us a little unacceptable. Fatty Sun pointed to the black cat and said to the young white-haired man: "This cat... you raised it?"