Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【411 hope】

People with memory chips at that time had different reactions after reading Yeran's memory.

Jack Hess and Heka, who were still alive at the time, looked disdainful. Diderot created two clones on a whim. They were both the inheritance of Jack Hess. The input memories and personalities were exactly the same, except that the elder brother existed in human form.

The world is longer, a little more stable, and everything else is exactly the same, not without similarities. This is one of the reasons why they seem to never be able to understand their feelings other than twins.

The mask is regarded as normal. Although it expresses surprise, it cannot be understood. He has always been deeply influenced by Diderot and warned that women should not occupy too important a position in life, otherwise, they will easily get lost.

The one who was overly shocked that day was 003 Bai Xi.

That child has always been deserted.

That day, because of reading Yeran's memory, he actually sat on the bedside without saying a word and stared at the clock in a daze for several hours.

Although when Diderot asked Bai Xi later, Bai Xi only replied indifferently that he just wanted to see this woman, but according to Bai Xi's usual character, it was surprising that he could be so surprised.

Mask remembered this scene, paused, no longer stopped Ye Ran, and finally let go of his hand: "You come back early, if Diderot is angry, no one can protect you."

Yeran didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Mask glanced at the time and ordered to continue reporting on the current situation. When he heard that Nangong Tou had been sent to Diderot's laboratory, he raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "Take me to have a look."

◆qian◇mo◆mo◆◆◇Original first release◇◆

Zhizhi finally met Nangong Mo.

Entering the secret room, walking all the way to the end, behind a barricade, the man tied to the electric chair was sleeping with his eyes closed, his face was as beautiful as jade, his eyebrows were lightly frowned, and his face was a bit paler than the snow-like wall.

His face was pale and pale, not due to illness, but rather pale and dazzling, and faintly gray. His face was not rosy at all, and only the weak ups and downs of his breathing proved that he still had residual breath.

The iron fences erected one after another were not a particularly strong defense, and uninformed people might easily destroy them. However, Zhizhi made inquiries and understood that the iron fences were equipped with electric current devices, so he did not act rashly and stood on the fence.

In front of him, he stared at Nangong Mo quietly.

Farewell to Nangong headquarters, this is the real first meeting.

Even though she had just seen the same face as his, when Zhizhi looked at his features, she still felt sadness that could not be contained in her heart.

She hadn't seen him for a long time.

If he opens his eyes and looks into each other's eyes, it will be just like the clouds and clouds that greeted him before, and his smile is like the call of the wind, Zhizhi.

How should she answer?

Zhizhi wanted to wake him up, but she didn't know if she had the courage to face it. Facing this Nangong Mo who was really hurt and whose life was gradually passing away and disappearing.

She didn't make a sound after all.

Looking around, Zhizhi began to observe the situation.

To save Nangong Mo and the others, we must first try to turn off the current, otherwise there will be no way to bring them out.

There is a side door next to this secret room, which leads to the room that manages the total current. It must pass through the door of Diderot's room, which is very dangerous.

At this time, Zhizhi had no worries, not just to save Shitou.

If it was just for the man in front of her, she would have to go through this difficulty, give it a try, and try her best to save this man, even if she gave her life.

Not for the life-saving grace I once had.

Just because he is Nangong Mo.

Nangong Mo...

Zhizhi whispered his name in her heart, looked up at him, and whispered two words, "Wait for me..." to save you.

He did not move, and his eyelashes did not even tremble. His posture was as if he had been sleeping for many years and never woke up. He was also like a medieval oil painting that could be admired for a long time, clean and quiet, without any dirt.

Zhizhi took a step back, backed away slowly, and finally turned his head, facing the other direction, taking a slightly hasty pace, and ran towards the side door as if he was running away——

The sound of footsteps, the sound of the door being turned, the sound of the door being closed.

The secret room was quiet again.

Nangong Mo opened his eyes and silently shouted two words, "Zhizhi."

He was awake all the time. From the moment he entered this cell, he was drugged, beaten and tortured, and tortured by the electric chair. He tried his best to keep himself awake.

That day on Nangong Island, he stole the kiss that he had longed for for a long time without permission, but he also saw the hazy scene of meeting in a secret cell.

At that time, I didn't understand why that situation happened. It was only when I was taken into this cell that I realized that I had predicted that we would meet here.

But he doesn't know when she will come...

So he didn't dare to sleep and tried every means to keep himself awake.

There were rare unusual movements in the secret room. There were sounds of fighting and gunshots. He was weak and couldn't move. He couldn't escape from the door to greet her. But from the moment she entered the secret room, he understood that this was his knowledge.

Coming.

his……

She is not actually his.

He also didn't possess her abilities.

He wasn't even... not the same as her...

I dare not continue to think about it, for I am afraid that if I think about it for one second longer, I will fail after persisting for so long, and I am afraid that my sadness will accumulate to a critical point and I will burst out uncontrollably.

His world has long been dark, and he clings to it just because he hopes to see a glimmer of light like hers. He doesn't dare to throw it away, and he doesn't dare to give it up. He endures and persists, just wanting to see her.

But he didn't open his eyes, open his mouth, or say a word to her.

It's not that she lacks courage, it's that she doesn't want to see her apologize to him, feel sad for him, or pity him.

He didn't know how to face it. What was created? He couldn't even call himself a human being. These were all things given by others. He couldn't tell which part belonged to others and which part belonged to him.

He didn't realize that even his first love, which he had carried in his heart for many years, turned out to be someone else's.

Nangong Mo looked at the direction in which she disappeared, and suddenly smiled silently, Zhizhi, thank you for giving me another hope.

Wait for you.

(Thank you to my parents, Fishtail, wss_19871023, for giving me gold medals and red envelopes, my dear Zhutoulin, for giving me gifts, and my dear friends, Format and Scar, for giving me flowers. I wish all my friends a happy new year^_^)