"Generally, people die within 24 hours of infection. Are you sure he wasn't bitten by a passionate sex partner?"
Sinan sat behind the door with his arms on his knees and shook his head.
Zhou Rong wanted to say something, but the doctor put down the thermometer and said, "Your man has a fever, Captain Zhou. 37.9 degrees, early symptoms of infection. He should be quarantined immediately. "
Everyone's expression changed. Not far away, some people stepped back. The buzzing swept through the crowd like electric sparks. "He's infected …" "Will he turn into a monster?" "Go, stay away!"
A man mustered up his courage and shouted, "Get him out of here! There are civilians here. What if he bites people?! "
The voices of agreement grew louder. Yan Hao said angrily, "He's not infected! Otherwise, he would have mutated on the way! There are zombies outside. Where can he go? "
The people around whispered, "Soldiers are unreasonable …"
"Yes! … "
Zhou Rong squatted in front of Sinan. Suddenly, he reached out and forcibly lifted his chin.
Sinan's complexion was cold and pale, unlike Asians. His lips were dry and cracked, and he looked slightly tired. When he lowered his eyes, he looked a little like his mother. It was a sharp contrast with Zhou Rong's strong hands, which were full of calluses.
Zhou Rong looked at him coldly for a moment. Suddenly, he stood up and said, "Lock him in the warehouse office and keep him under observation."
The doctor disagreed. "Captain Zhou …"
Zhou Rong said, "He's my man. I'll take care of him."
The warehouse office was a small room separated by plywood. It was five square meters in size. Before the outbreak of the virus, it was the place where the guards on duty took turns. The thin hollow wooden door was equipped with an old-fashioned spring lock and an iron bolt inside.
Sinan sat in the corner with his back against the wall, one hand on his bent knee. After a while, Zhou Rong pushed the door open and entered. He closed the door behind him, blocking Yan Hao and Grassy who were following closely behind him.
"Here."
Sinan raised his eyes. In front of him was a meat floss bun.
"I took it from the warehouse. Eat it."
Sinan stared at him motionlessly for a few seconds before turning his face away.
"What? I've only locked you up for half a day. Are you going on a hunger strike just because you look good?" Zhou Rong snorted and said, "Let me tell you, the last thing I know how to do in my life is to have tender feelings for the fairer sex. What I'm best at is to ruthlessly destroy flowers. Back then, when I was being trained, I was taught things like omega pheromones and beautiful female spies. Later, I became the captain out of nowhere. Yan Hao refused to listen to me and was beaten to death by me three times a day … Be good and eat your food. Don't think that I won't dare to use force. "
The two looked at each other for a moment before Sinan finally spoke the truth.
"… The resources are limited. Don't waste them."
Zhou Rong showed an undisguised sneer and threw the bread into Sinan's arms.
"Miss, why are you so pretentious like an omega?"
Sinan: "…"
Zhou Rong clapped his hands and turned to leave.
It was getting late. Soon, the sound of people walking around and distributing food could be heard outside the door.
Sinan thought for a long time and ate the bread. The food soothed his nerves. He leaned against the corner of the wall and fell asleep unknowingly. His consciousness drifted between sobriety and haziness. It was as if he had passed through thousands of miles of damp and cold wind to look at the earth under him in the flames of war.
He seemed to have returned to the time when he was very young. The heavy gate of the manor slowly opened in front of him. The crystal chandelier shone brilliantly and the hand-woven carpet was thick and complicated. It went straight up the marble spiral staircase. A boy in a black formal suit leaned against the handrail of the second last step of the stairs with his arms crossed. He looked at him condescendingly for a long time and suddenly said harshly, "You're so ugly."
He felt his nails digging deep into the flesh of his palms. He wanted to retreat and leave, but he couldn't even turn around in his dream.
The boy jumped down the stairs and walked up to him. He suddenly reached out and grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up at him.
"From now on, I'm your brother. Do you understand?"
Si Nan's chest heaved, and he felt the hot and sour airflow cutting his trachea repeatedly. He wanted to punch the person, but he suddenly became very small in the dream. He couldn't even reach the person even if he tried his best. He could only look at the arrogant face and the mocking blue eyes.
"I'm going to beat you …" he thought.
"One day, I'm going to beat you to the ground at my feet …"
In an instant, the scene changed, and the memory passed away like a fleeting view. The boy's hateful face gradually matured and hardened, turning into the surprise and astonishment in another scene. Immediately, he was hit by a punch and fell backward.
Bang!
The noise receded like the tide. He picked up the man's collar and saw blood flowing out of the man's nose and mouth. The pair of blue eyes that had been staring at him all these years had turned dark gray.
"… You've been wanting to beat me for a long time, haven't you? … "
Yes.
Always.
But he didn't answer. Instead, he gave him a right hook. It was heavy, ruthless, and clean. The crisp sound of the broken nose came from between his fingers. Until a long time later, he could still clearly remember the pleasant touch.
…
As night fell, Sinan had a fever.
In a trance, he felt that his body was very hot, as if he was in a warm and empty deep sea, floating and unable to reach the bottom. The sound of footsteps came and went. There was a lot of arguing and shouting. He couldn't tell whose voice was sharp. "You have to send him away. He may mutate at any time!"
"You soldiers' lives are valuable. Do we deserve to take the risk?!"
"What should we do? He's infected. We're all done for …"
The sound of pushing and slamming came from afar and then suddenly went away. It was as if there was a hazy surface of water between them. After some time, footsteps suddenly stopped beside him. The man squatted down and covered him with thick clothes.
Sinan struggled uncomfortably, but the man wrapped him tightly. He didn't even let go of the seam of his neck.
"It's a normal illness. He's tired." The man said. "Beta constitution is not good. I'm afraid he won't be able to stand the fever."
"Brother Rong …"
The man stood up and whispered, "Give me the car keys. I'm going out for a while."
When Sinan woke up from his sleep again, he felt that someone was stuffing something into his mouth. He forced his eyes open. He couldn't see his fingers in front of him. After a few seconds, he could barely see a trace of light through the crack of the door.
"Drink some water," Zhou Rong said. He took the military water bottle and gave him a sip.
Sinan swallowed the water and felt his mouth full of bitterness. He realized that the pills that had been forced into his teeth had melted. "… You …"
"Fever medicine."
… Where did the fever medicine come from?
Zhou Rong took off his coat and threw it on the ground. He sat down and squeezed into the same corner as Sinan. He scolded him in a low voice, "Are you stupid or stupid? You went to the pharmacy to look for food. Don't you know to bring some common medicine? Okay, you have a fever. I had to drive 20 kilometers back and forth in the middle of the night. I almost became the snack of the hundreds of zombies on the street. If it weren't for your good looks … "
Sinan coughed and said hoarsely, "You don't have to thank me for saving you during the day."
Zhou Rong immediately stopped talking.
Sinan recovered a little. He was about to say something when he suddenly smelled a strong smell of rotten blood from his feet. It was Zhou Ronggang's coat on the ground.
He reached out and touched it. The cloth was sticky and wet.
In the darkness, they could only hear each other's deep breathing. After a while, Sinan whispered, "… Thank you."
Zhou Rong said, "You're welcome."
Zhou Rong leaned against the wall and lit up a cigarette. He exhaled a mouthful of white smoke and asked with a smile, "Did you have a dream just now? I heard you mumbling something. It sounded like you were scolding someone. "
"…"
"Do you miss home?" Zhou Rong asked casually.
Sinan shook his head.
"What did you do before? You look good. Are you a private bodyguard or a police officer?"
Sinan shook his head again and didn't answer.
"Don't be so nervous. Relax and chat. What if you don't have a fever and are really infected and die later? I'm the last person you can entrust your will to. "Zhou Rong squeezed his shoulder and asked jokingly," Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend? "
"… No."
"Very good. I don't have one either. The whole team is single."
Sinan glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and said in his heart, "That's because you're gay."
Zhou Rong didn't realize it. He sighed with a cigarette in his hand. His tone was full of fascination. "The B military area shelter can accommodate tens of thousands of people. The water and electricity supply are self-sufficient and completely isolated from the outside world. After the virus passes, the country will definitely arrange for you to settle down in B City. You can go on blind dates, get married, and encourage children to make up for the population loss during the disaster period … "
"And the B area rescued the most Omega. Most of them are in the fertile period. The army is specially sent to protect them." Zhou Rong subconsciously licked his lips and smiled. "Wow. Who came up with this policy? They're really smart."
Sinan's voice was a little tense. "Why?"
"Every time a disaster comes, Alpha is the main combat force responsible for disaster relief. Whichever large shelter has more Alpha will have more ability to compete for resources, arms, and territory. Alpha will definitely take the initiative to gather in places with more Omega. The higher-ups can allocate Omega as strategic resources. Don't you understand such a simple principle?"
Zhou Rong took a deep drag on his cigarette. The red light between his fingers flickered. Sinan didn't speak for a long time. Suddenly, his waist was poked. "What are you thinking about? Why are you so engrossed?"
Sinan said casually, "Do you also want to go to the B area to get a strategic resource?"
Zhou Rong flatly refused. "No!"
For a moment, Sinan thought he was going to say, "Because I have a Yan Hao." But before he had time to be moved by the love between the two Beta gays, Zhou Rong said firmly, "I hate Omega!"
"…" Sinan asked, "Why, Brother Rong?"
Zhou Rong changed his sitting position and stared at Sinan with bright eyes. He said earnestly, "I have to give you a piece of advice. If you look for a partner in the future, don't look for an Omega."
"…"
"Try to find a Beta."
"…"
The two looked at each other for a long time. Sinan's mouth twitched slightly and said, "That's exactly what I plan to do."
Zhou Rong patted him on the shoulder in agreement.
Sinan asked sincerely, "But … why?"
He thought that Zhou Rong would use Yan Hao as an example that Beta gays could also obtain the happiness of life. However, Zhou Rong once again shattered his unrealistic fantasy about human nature. Zhou Rong said seriously, "Because of Omega, there's a problem with character."
In the darkness, the two stared at each other, maintaining the posture where Zhou Rongyi's hand was on Sinan's shoulder and the tip of their noses were less than ten centimeters apart.
After a long while, Sinan finally carefully squeezed to the corner and asked cautiously and politely, "Brother Rong, have you been hurt by love?"
The word "hurt" was obviously very new to Zhou Rong. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and shook his head after thinking for a moment. "To some extent, my feelings were deceived, but it can't be … In fact, it was many years ago. Have you heard of the International Special Forces Jungle Competition? "
Sinan shook his head.
Zhou Rong said, "When I was 18 years old, I represented my country in the competition. Originally, I was leading by a large margin until I met a hostage from A Country who claimed to be Chinese … It was a fifteen-year-old Omega child."
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