Long Qi came out of the nightclub wearing a thin cashmere sweater with a high collar. Even with the casual suit hanging on his arm, his clothes were a season different from the others. But this kind of tight-fitting style was also very powerful, showing off a superior and fit figure. The young woman who went out with him wished that she could turn into a warm jacket and stick close to him, creating a short and exciting memory together.
However, regardless of whether Long Qi was facing the snowflakes that filled the sky or the young married woman who had tears in her eyes, he was still smiling. He refused the young woman's invitation, but left his social contact number. Then, he walked into the cold wind without looking back.
The low temperature of -20 degrees Celsius was meaningless to him, just like the restless woman whose body temperature was about to rise to 40 degrees Celsius.
At nine o 'clock in the evening, the nightclub street in the Waterfront District had not yet entered its most lively period. He really liked the atmosphere here, but it was a pity that the last-minute mission had brought him some destructive expectations.
Walking along the nightclub street for a few hundred meters, he found the designated area with the help of the dazzling red and blue police lights. It was the back alley of a music bar. Looking from here, under the streetlights, the alley was surrounded by a dense group of people.
He leisurely walked over. However, just as he stepped into the front of the alley, a throbbing thought suddenly dripped into the lake of his heart. With a dripping sound, a dense chill spread out layer by layer. In the blink of an eye, it spread throughout his entire body.
Long Qi shuddered and stopped abruptly. This was something that even a temperature of minus 20 degrees Celsius could not do.
"Little guy, don't be nervous. Let Big Sister take a look."
In the alley, Mo Ya took the risk of being hit by the crow's wings. She crouched down and got closer to the child.
The child is thin.
This was Mo Ya's first impression. The child was wearing a loose hospital gown. His hair had probably not been taken care of for two to three months. It hung over his forehead and covered half of his face. Under the shadow of the pile of junk, the crows, and the onlookers, the fragments of light that shone in made his face appear even thinner and paler. It was inevitable that he looked a little gloomy.
This made the child appear a bit more mature. But with Luo Nan as a reference …. His actual age should be about the same. Maybe a bit younger. Fourteen, fifteen?
Mo Ya tried to confirm if the child had any identification such as a bracelet on him. Under normal circumstances, in order to make it easier to live in this society, even children who were completely incapacitated would wear identification cards and the like.
But after looking around twice, Mo Ya did not find any similar equipment.
But what was the meaning of the hospital gown? In his memory, there was no hospital nearby.
The child sitting next to the pile of junk indeed had no intention of moving. He just stared at the crow in his hand. This crow's body was extremely large, much larger than its peers. At this moment, it tilted its head and looked back at the child. Occasionally, it would flap its wings and caw. There seemed to be a hint of helplessness in its voice.
In fact, ever since the sudden appearance of this fellow believer, the crow named "Ink" had not flown for almost half an hour — Ink would not let go of him!
Mo Ya was a little uncertain. She scratched her head and turned around, only to be shocked. Unbeknownst to him, a dense crowd of people had gathered behind him. The members of the Mountain Creek Band, the bar owner who had heard the news, the customers, and a bunch of idlers who had come out to watch the commotion had completely blocked the narrow alley.
The policemen who had just arrived were struggling to squeeze in.
"The police are here, everyone get out of the way."
Mo Ya gestured for her manager to chase them away. She suspected that the skinny child in front of her might have some mental illness. This was because the child's expression and attitude did not match a normal situation. There was clearly a circle of people watching, but the child did not speak, did not move, did not care, and did not care. He only gently stroked the crow's feathers in his hand and muttered something incomprehensible.
Autism? Schizophrenia? Or something else … Forgive her for thinking this way. There was no helping it. There was an old person in the family who was like this, so Mo Ya was more sensitive.
She was worried that if too many people gathered, it would cause adverse effects.
Hai Jing displayed the responsibility and means of a manager. With just a few words, he got the police to help him chase most of the onlookers back to the bar. At the same time, the other members of the Mountain Creek Band, who could not stand the cold temperature in the back alley, hurriedly got into the car and left under the supervision of Meng Jia. Only Mo Ya and himself were left.
Things were considered normal up to this point, but then things came to a standstill.
The little guy sitting in the corner must be mentally different from ordinary people. He didn't speak or move. The people around him, no matter how they tried to persuade him or coax or hug him, couldn't pull him out of the corner.
In the end, all they got was the dissatisfied caw of the crow.
That was awkward.
The police officer was still a young man, and he really wanted to kneel down. "This child is too stubborn … The problem is that there is no information in the system, not in the SCA's database. There are no records of a child being admitted to any hospital, welfare home, or nursing home in the city. Why do I feel like this is a major case?"
"I've also notified the SCA Child Welfare Department. Maybe there are specializations? It's just that it's too … Achoo! "
During the persuasion, Hai Jing had already taken off his windbreaker, wanting to give it to the child to keep him warm. However, the child did not appreciate it at all. The crow flapping its wings was also a hindrance. Hai Jing was too embarrassed to put it back on, so he only draped it over his back and stomped his feet in the cold in the alley. If the situation was not resolved soon, he might be sent to the hospital with a bad cold.
But he was most worried about Mo Ya right now. This beautiful woman, who was highly radiant and cold, thought that she could resist the cold. The clothes she was wearing were just that, so she must have been badly frozen. There was a commercial show in two days, and it would be troublesome if something went wrong.
He tried to persuade her, "Mo Ya, you should go back first. I'll stay here and deal with it. I'll let you know as soon as there are results."
Mo Ya also knew that she had caused trouble for everyone. She raised her hand in apology, but she was still a little unwilling. Suddenly, she reached out and pinched the child's cheek. "Hey, stubborn child, I'm leaving if you don't respond! It's not too late to regret it. As long as you follow me, I'll serve you hot drinks and cakes … Huh? "
Strangely enough, in the biting cold wind, her hands were almost frozen stiff, but the child's thin cheeks were still tender and warm, which was very nice to touch.
Little did she know that Long Qi, who was in a shadowy corner in the back alley, was watching with his eyes twitching.
There was a certain distance between them, but Long Qi was able to confirm who that thin child was. His head and body were covered in a layer of snow powder.
His previous partner, the valiant Fist Two and the big-hearted Wall Five, had suffered heavy injuries from this child's all-penetrating, all-decaying attack. Their bodily functions had been severely damaged, and they had fallen victim to Jack's evil hands on the way back.
Fist Two had died on the spot, and Wall Five had kept his life. However, he was no longer suited for frontline work, and in the end he resigned in dejection.
In that nightmarish night, Long Qi, who had moved out under the code name Snake Seven, hated that shameless and savage cyborg the most. But that guy was already done for.
What was left was this child. He seemed to be called Rui Wen? He didn't know what kind of energy was contained within her thin and slender body. She actually managed to forcefully break through their seven-man Deep Blue Team's encirclement. In the end, they had to use a particle cannon at all costs to knock her unconscious.
Uh, from an objective point of view, it seemed like their side was a bit more shameless.
No matter what, Long Qi, codenamed Snake Seven, held extremely complicated feelings towards the child in the alley. He wouldn't be like that stupid woman overflowing with motherly instincts. She wouldn't directly play some "killing by touching someone's face". She might even get her arm broken!
Since touching someone's face was dangerous, then this mission itself …
Many thoughts spun in Long Qi's mind. He exchanged information with the higher-ups who had issued the order, communicating the specifics of the mission. Not even two minutes passed before another order was transmitted over:
"Snake Seven, from now on, observe and await orders."
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
"Deep Blue …"
"You're a high-ranking employee of Sky Blue Security right now. If you want to earn some extra money, do you need me to help you cancel your employment contract? But please pay a penalty in advance. "
"... Understood."
Long Qi immediately shrank back. Or perhaps it could be said that he found a reason to stay away from danger. But then he couldn't help but say: "Dr. Bai, aren't you worried about your contract?"
"A doctor who came out of Clay's Laboratory won't be without a job anywhere. The important thing is that I don't have a penalty clause."
The problem is that you also came out of the Apocalypse Laboratory. Coming out of there … … Are there any living people?
Long Qi didn't say these words out loud. Ever since Dr. Bai Xinyan became the person in charge of the Sky Blue Security's Xia City branch, the dozens of Deep Blue Walkers had come to understand more and more the principle of "people under the eaves have no choice but to lower their heads".
As a high-ranking researcher who was well-versed in Burner theory and the theory of the human body system, Bai Xinyan could adjust their training courses at any time. She could let the trainees have a deep understanding of the obvious difference between "heaven and hell" under the premise that it wouldn't be obvious and that it wouldn't affect the results.
"Alright, please instruct."
"Standardize the mode of operation. Observe and await orders."
"Yes."
In the official operations of the Deep Blue Walkers, skipping ranks to command was a matter that was explicitly forbidden. Long Qi only needed to set the information reception to "Combat Readiness Mode", and then he could only accept combat orders from his direct superior. Of course, this also meant that the other command that was still clamoring in his ears right now would be completely blocked out.
Long Qi hesitated a bit. Should he directly feign ignorance towards Deep Blue, or should he inform them? At this time, a car came to a stop on the other side of the alley. Someone opened the door and got off the car just as it came to a stop.
The alley wasn't long. Long Qi borrowed the streetlight to clearly see the person's face. And the other person's penetrating cold gaze swept over a hair's breadth.
Hiss!
It was at this moment that Deep Blue became much more anxious:
"Long Qi, are you listening?"
"Reporting the target's situation. Follow-up support is already on the way."
"Hello? Hello?"
Support my ass!
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