MTL - The Fallen Merman-Chapter 230

The elevator outside the apartment made a small noise, and Bai Chunian, who was lying on the table bored and playing with his tail, immediately pricked up his ears. Inserting it into the keyhole, Bai Chunian was overjoyed, and leaned on the cage door with a chain on.

Rimbaud opened the door, changed his shoes at the door, took off his hat and hung it on the hanger, went to the restaurant to pour a glass of water, drank it, and then walked to the bedroom.

As soon as he walked to the side of the bed in the bedroom, Xiaobai was full of him, and fell heavily on the bed on his back, making the bed creak.

Bai Chunian melted the cage door, dragged a chain and carried him to Lan Bo, rubbed the tip of his nose against his neck, and inhaled the scent of his body: "You're finally back, I'm so bored at home alone."

Bai Chunian kissed him on the cheek, rolled over and lay beside him, looking at the ceiling side by side with him: "Well, I'll ask you to do everything."

"en." Lan Bo lay on his back in a daze, Bai Chunian leaned over and kissed his earlobe and cheek: "Have you got your things back? What's wrong with you?"

Lan Bo glanced at him sideways, and put his hand on Bai Chunian's neck to caress.

Bai Chunian let him caress without defense, purring comfortably, but gradually he felt his fingers tighten, and he couldn't breathe, and his face turned from white to red.

"Rimbo...too tight...cough..."

"If I kill you now, you don't have to worry about everything anymore." Rimbaud propped up half of his body on his elbows and looked down at him, his sea-blue eyes bottomless, "Anyway, no matter how I save you, After a hundred years, you will still leave me. At that time, everyone is gone, you are gone, only me is still there, a hundred years, a thousand years, 10,000 years, a hundred thousand years... only myself."

Lan Bo's strength is great, and Bai Chunian's instinct drives Bai Chunian to put both hands on his bruised hand and open his mouth to gasp for breath.

The feeling of suffocation made him extremely painful, but Bai Chunian saw something even more painful in Lan Bo's eyes, tangled into a ball, and fell into the abyss of his eyes.

"I'm sorry...I can't accompany you...and I'll provoke you..." The voice changed from Bai Chunian's teeth. He lowered his hands and let Lanbo deal with it. His own existence is a disaster. If he can completely die in Rimbaud's hands, and accompany him to the bottom of the sea to spend thousands of years of hardship, it will not cause trouble to anyone.

Lan Bo was frightened and suddenly let go, Bai Chunian lost his support and fell down, propping up the bed with one hand and coughing violently with the other on his throat.

Rimbaud stared blankly at his hand, then looked at Xiaobai who was almost killed by him, and finally woke up. He threw off his slippers and clothes in silence. Formed into a fish ball, it went from the bed to the glass fish tank beside the bed, and fell into it with a thud.

Bai Chunian finally coughed hard, touched his red neck and looked at the fish tank, Rimbaud had already rolled into a ball and sank to the bottom, motionless, looking very aggrieved.

"Why is this? It's weird when you come back, and you get bullied outside?" Bai Chunian climbed onto the bed, leaned over to the fish tank and reached out to catch Lanbo, "What's the matter with you, don't sink to the bottom, it's pitiful."

The fish ball rolled to the farthest corner from Bai Chunian, not wanting to pay attention to anyone.

Bai Chunian rolled up his sleeves and stirred the water in the fish tank with his arms. He stirred the water out of the vortex, and the fish ball floated around in a circle, and finally spun to the surface of the water, and was taken away by Bai Chunian.

Bai Chunian stood up holding the fish ball, went to get a clean towel to dry its surface, then sat on the carpet, put the fish ball between his legs and fixed it, and gently scratched the tip of his tail that was leaking out.

Rimbaud slowly softened, stretched out his body, and sat between the alpha's legs, sullen.

Bai Chunian hugged him and pressed his forehead against his cheek: "You smell the sea breeze. You went to the beach? Two deduction records popped up on the phone screen. Did you get off the car halfway? Line 3 is the closest to the sea. There are three stations in total. If you go to the pedestrian street in the business district at this time, you will not smell like an export bakery. If you go to the Rongyin Temple, the distance is too far, and you will not be able to make it back at this time, so you are going to the church? What did Satan say you don’t like? Did you hear it?"

Rimbaud nodded in a daze: "en."

Bai Chunian put his arms around him, he was reluctant to speak, and he questioned little by little: "You went to the church after coming out of the alliance, you shouldn't have thought of going to the church, is it reptiles or Domino's who let you go? Did you ask Satan to predict good or bad luck?"

Rimbaud's eyes slowly overflowed with trembling water, and he nodded sadly: "en."

Bai Chunian kissed the mist off his eyes: "What did he ask you to do?"

"He asked me to draw cards and said that I could draw Angels. I kept drawing and I couldn't draw. I was so angry." Rimbaud became more and more angry. Like a red light.

"Oh oh... It's not uncomfortable, it's not uncomfortable, isn't it just drawing cards, who told him to put so few angels, it's his fault if he can't draw." Bai Chunian lifted Lan Bo and placed it on his lap, rubbing the back Back comforting, "How can the little goat-headed **** bully my wife, did he still say something is wrong with you?"

"en." Rimbaud lowered his head and muttered in a low voice, "You said that I was unjust, that's why I went through this. Rebuked me for favoring you, but I still favor you."

As soon as Bai Chunian heard it, he knew roughly what was going on. He picked up Ranbo and walked around the bedroom, with Ranbo's tail curled up on his ankle.

"It's not your fault. He remembers your hatred. He's mad at you on purpose. Don't listen."

It was rare for Rimbaud to hold him honestly, with his head resting on the alpha's shoulders. Now that he thinks about it, his heart is still full of anger, and the fish tail flashes blue and red.

"I know my wife is right." Bai Chunian lowered his head and kissed his hair from time to time. "You never cared about what others thought of you before, you can do whatever you want, aren't you very happy."

Rimbaud pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.

He suddenly began to imagine the situation when he stepped down from the throne, falling alone into the deepest trenches, the undead body forever silent in the silent darkness, the best result is to sink with Xiaobai's skull, but Xiaobai is not Hug and kiss him again, and a few years later, the skull he held tightly in his arms will melt away, leaving no trace of his existence.

Thinking like this, Lan Bo couldn't hold it any longer, his eyelashes trembled, and the black pearl fell down with a crackle, and rolled all over the ground. Bai Chunian stepped on it with one foot, and he fell.

Finally, even the man and the fish fell on the carpet, Bai Chunian propped him up, put Rimbaud in his arms, put his arms around him, and hooked his legs, the lion's tail and the tip of the mermaid's tail. It was wrapped around a piece, and the whole figure was like a spring roll wrapper with fish filling inside.

Rimbaud burst into laughter, and a snot bubble accidentally fell out and turned into a pearl.

"Fuck, it can still be like this, haha, hahahaha," Bai Chunian picked up the alien pearl and looked at it carefully, "I understand, I know how the Baroque pearl came from."

"It's not too late to throw it away." Lan Bo raised his hand and beat him, Bai Chunian ducked: "We're old and married, I've never seen your appearance, the faucet takeout box has been eaten, the washing machine has been soaked, not to mention the production A snot pearl, and I'll donate it to a museum exhibition tomorrow."

"nalaeimo!" Rimbaud was shy and wanted to laugh, forgetting the sadness he left in the church.

Bai Chunian let go of Rimbaud, injected a shot of dissociative agent, and returned to the drawing table in the arsenal of the secret room. Rimbaud took out the drawings and notes brought back from the reptile and Domino from his bag and spread them on the drawing table. on stage.

"Domino is really good at designing routes, no wonder he once had the energy to leave clues to remind us in the triangular pyramid hut." Bai Chunian flipped through the documents he gave, "He is right, even Ailian herself will There is no eleven possible route of entry."

"I have divination for the first nine paths, and they are all dead ends." Rimbaud picked out one from the document, "This is the only one left."

This document is about the route planning for sneaking in from the testing room of the institute, reaching the drug storage room, and finally withdrawing from the institute.

Bai Chunian took it over and looked at it: "I also thought about it, the chance of success in breaking into the testing room is higher, and the monitoring in the testing room is not the same as the monitoring in other locations. Give me the map and I will follow him. study the routes and notes."

The headquarters of the 109 Research Institute was recognized by the agents as the top 1 most difficult building to sneak into. It was ten times more difficult than sneaking into the PBB headquarters. Bai Chunian had to cheer up and make no mistakes.

The horizontal table lamp illuminates the drafting table. Rimbaud sits on the round stool beside him with his head propped up, quietly looking at Bai Chunian's profile, biting his pen cap, and concentratingly thinking about how to deal with and escape at every possible spot. The light reflected on his slightly pale cheeks, but the complicated drawings were reflected in his eyes.

He wanted to live. Rimbaud vaguely read his desire. At that moment, Rimbaud thought, even if God's favor would punish him, he was willing to pay the price to keep him alive. It's just punishment, he can atone for the loneliness for thousands of years in the future.

Speaking of which, when he went to Aphid Island, he not only met the Elephant Stalker, but also met a group of instructors.

Because there was no written permission from the IOA, Bai Chunian could not get help from other departments in his actions, and the only ones who could help them were the retired agents who stayed on Aphid Island.

Instructor K made them a password decoder for the Institute's most advanced anti-cracking technology. Instructor Red Crab took out the tactical design for the 109 Institute that he had been thinking about for many years. These instructors just saw him with Xiaobai's request. Now, don't ask any more questions.

Before leaving, Rimbaud struggled to squeeze out two words: "Thank you..."

He expressed his gratitude to human beings too little and too little, in fact, once he was disdainful of thanking anyone. Maybe it was the years of getting along with people that made him change, or maybe he began to ask for others.

Red Crab saw his embarrassment and helped him out: "No thanks, dear, can you go on a date with Bai Chunian after the task is completed?"

Rimbaud finally showed a relaxed smile and replied: "No, but I can call the most beautiful crab omega in the millions of seas to have a blind date with you."

At that moment, Rimbaud did not feel humiliated because humans talked to him on an equal footing, but felt extremely comfortable, as free as a whale broke through the water and kissed the sky cut off by the ocean.

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The calendar tore off a few more pages.

Bai Chunian and Lan Bo began to check firearms, ammunition, and some personal equipment parts. They couldn't take too many things, so they could only choose the lightest and most useful ones to carry on their bodies.

"Take a few more communicators. I suffered a loss in the Lingti family last time. This thing is too hot and easy to break."

"en, take it."

After packing up the equipment, Bai Chunian lowered his head and adjusted his watch: "Check the time."

"en."

"Wife, can you read your watch? What time is it?"

"Three twenty-four in the afternoon." Rimbaud frowned, "Don't take me for a fool."

"Ok."

There was the sound of the elevator rising outside the door. Bai Chunian pricked up his ears and listened. He took off the watch, and threw it into the arsenal of the secret room together with the items, and closed the bedroom wall.

Sure enough, the elevator stopped from their floor, and several people came down and rang the doorbell.

Bai Chunian walked over to open the door slowly.

"Surprise!"

The colored paper spewed out and slowly landed on Bai Chunian's head. Lu Yan blew the streamer with a small trumpet and thumped Bai Chunian's chest.

Bai Chunian was stunned: "Why?"

Xiao Tun silently raised the cream spray bucket and smeared a small ball of snowflakes on Bai Chunian's face.

Bai Chunian wore a snow bubble Santa Claus beard: "..."

Bi Lanxing walked in with a cake and put it on the table: "Lu Yan said today is Brother Chu's birthday."

Lan Bo sat next to Bai Chunian, wiped the cream off his face, and licked his fingers: "What does birthday mean?"

Sitting on the sofa, Bai Chunian remembered the birthdays he had at the chairman and Uncle Jin's house before. He didn't know what year and month he was born, so his birthday was set on the day Uncle Jin took him home. Today happened to be In the fifth year, he was always too busy in the middle, doing tasks in various places, and his real birthday was five years ago.

Although Bai Chunian didn't explain it, Lan Bo could see from his expression that he liked this festival. Lan Bo took a look at the date, August 14th, so he silently wrote down the date and carved it into his arm with his fingernails. so as not to forget.

"One, two, three... Nineteen, twenty, hey, just right." Lu Yan put a candle on him, and suddenly realized that he didn't bring a lighter, and his rabbit ears shivered awkwardly.

"You can't buy candles with a number... It's all full." Bai Chunian laughed angrily, and took out a lighter from his pocket to light the candle.

The candle was lit, Lu Yan urged him to make a wish, Bai Chunian took out his mobile phone unhurriedly, and called up a selfie: "Don't worry, take a photo and send it to the circle of friends."

He took several group photos and said, "Say it earlier, I'll call Brother Han, Duan Yang, Lao He and the others too... Forget it, let's live for now, next time there is a chance... Yes If you have a chance, please join us."

Lu Yan urged him to make a wish, and Bai Chunian thought about it and said, "I hope to have another birthday."

Lu Yan blurted out: "Hey, it won't work if you say it—" Bai Chunian grabbed the rabbit's ear and scolded: "Can you speak? What's wrong!"

Several people were arguing all afternoon. After the cake was finished, Lu Yan was sleepy on Xiao Xun's lap, and Bi Lanxing went to the bathroom.

When he walked out of the bathroom, he happened to bump into Bai Chunian, who was leaning against the corridor: "What are you looking for?"

Bi Lanxing shook his head as if nothing had happened: "What do you mean?"

Bai Chunian put his pocket in his pocket, leaned in front of him, and said softly, "Check the homework. There are two unreasonable places in my house. Have you found it?"

Bi Lanxing glanced at the watch on Rimbaud's wrist. Rimbaud hardly wears a watch, not even when the six-man squad is in action.

And a sliver of ignition powder left in the cracks in the floor.

"Very good." Bai Chunian straightened up, "This is the penultimate analytical ability I taught you."

Bi Lanxing was stunned: "The last one is..."

"When you focus on observing clues, be alert to whether others are watching you." Bai Chunian raised his hand, pressing a button in his palm, he released his hand, and the four corners of the room suddenly started spraying hypnotic gas.

Bi Lanxing fell down slowly before he could say anything more.

Bai Chunian took the equipment from the arsenal in the secret room and threw Rimbaud's share to him.

Rimbaud took the backpack and put it on his body, the gills on his cheeks moved.

Bai Chunian dragged Bi Lanxing to the side of the two sleeping on the sofa, squatted down, dipped a finger on the remaining cream in the box, smeared a small piece on one of their cheeks, and rubbed the rabbit's ear again .

Rimbaud sat at the table and silently watched him say goodbye.

"Let's go." Bai Chunian waved at Lan Bo and walked out with a gust of wind.

The door to the apartment was closed, and an empty syringe that had been filled with synesin fell to the ground with a thud.

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After they left, the room became quiet and you could hear the needle drop. Lu Yan buried his head in Xiao Tun's arms and fell asleep, while Bi Lanxing, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes silently.

"Yes, you taught me, and I wrote it down on the third line of page forty-ninth of the notebook."