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ICP filing number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet publishing qualification certificate: Xinchu Wangcheng (Xiang) Zi 11 Internet culture business license: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129
Looking at Jiujiu's desperate expression, Lin Li's lips curved into a cold smile. "It's her."
Before Jiujiu could react, someone injected a tube of light blue liquid with a syringe. Then, she fell unconscious.
When Jiujiu woke up again, she saw Eighteen's face when she opened her eyes.
If his first impression of Eighteen was inexplicable, then at this moment, his impression of her was harsh.
That's right, she was mean.
Especially after spending half a month with Eighteen, Jiujiu was sure that Eighteen was mean. Not only was Eighteen mean, but she was also very sharp-tongued.
However, Jiujiu had no choice but to stay by Eighteen's side because only Eighteen could see her in the whole world.
Fate was cruel and irreversible. Although Jiujiu wanted to beg for Lin Li's forgiveness so that he would not kill her, who knew that she would not be able to beg for forgiveness. Instead, she sent herself to Lin Li's doorstep.
After her death, Jiujiu didn't return to the System Space. Instead, she became a ghost.
However, she wasn't a ghost in the traditional sense because she could touch Eighteen's body and feel her body temperature. She could even feel Eighteen's heartbeat.
Unfortunately, she could only touch Eighteen.
Jiujiu stood beside the laboratory and looked at the eighteen well-defined hands that looked like they were carved from white jade as they skillfully held the scalpel.
Eighteen lowered her head, and the hair on both sides of her temples fell to the sides of her cheeks. Her lips were tightly pursed, and her eyebrows were furrowed. Her eyes, which were blocked by her bangs, stared at the struggling zombie tied up by the iron chain on the operating table.
The zombie's skin was dark and slightly rotten, faintly emitting a foul smell, but Eighteen calmly held the scalpel and cut open the zombie's stomach as if she didn't smell it at all. Her porcelain-white wrist and the zombie's dark skin formed a sharp contrast! It made Eighteen's hands look even better!
Looking at the internal structure of the zombie's body, Eighteen frowned. Her fingers moved a few times out of habit, and she picked up a bottle of light green liquid with a faint mint aroma from the table beside her. She slowly poured it on the zombie's cut skin bit by bit.
The liquid had a strong chemical, physical, or biological reaction with the zombie's body. White, sticky bubbles with a strong pungent smell kept coming out of the wound.
Eighteen put on a mask, and while observing the experiment, she recorded all the indicators of the zombie's body attentively and sincerely.
After the observation, Eighteen threw the half-dead zombie into a glass-like container for further observation.
After cleaning up the operating table, Eighteen took off the white coat that was stained with zombie corpses and fluids and casually threw it into the trash bin at the door. She reached out and took off her mask. Her long and narrow phoenix eyes showed strong displeasure. She looked at Jiujiu with a look of disgust and said with obvious displeasure, "What's the matter?"
Being stared at by Eighteen's sharp, sword-like eyes, Jiujiu almost swallowed her saliva subconsciously. God knows why she was frightened by Eighteen as a ghost.
Jiujiu looked at the half-dead zombie on the ground and looked at Eighteen with hesitation. She asked in a low voice, "Where did this come from?"
According to Jiujiu's memory, there were only one or two zombies now. But in the past half month, Jiujiu could see Eighteen dissecting three or four zombies brutally every day. Sometimes, she would even dissect a dozen zombies.
Those zombies were ugly and horrible, but Eighteen didn't even raise her eyebrows. She was simply a perverted fighter.
Eighteen raised her eyebrows and stared at Jiujiu without blinking. She didn't miss any subtle changes in her expression.
After a long while, she said with a mocking expression, "Just some failed products."
When she mentioned the failed product, Eighteen frowned slightly, and her expression became a little more irritated. She rubbed the loose hair in front of her forehead, revealing a pair of bright red phoenix eyes. She looked Jiujiu up and down. "What do you want now?"
After a while, seeing that Jiujiu didn't change her mind, Eighteen sighed and rubbed her forehead. She looked at Jiujiu with disappointment. "Do you want to leave?"
Jiujiu was dumbfounded. "…"
Eighteen paused. "If you want to leave, then leave! No one is keeping you! "
Jiujiu just wanted to ask about the zombies, but Eighteen yelled at her for no reason. Although Jiujiu was a bit sad that she had become a ghost, she was able to see Eighteen and she could touch Eighteen. People were inevitably a bit fragile when they were in trouble.
Jiujiu had unknowingly treated Eighteen as a friend. Jiujiu was stunned when Eighteen yelled at her.
As soon as Eighteen finished speaking, she saw Jiujiu looking at her with a hurt expression. She lowered her eyes with a dejected expression, lowered her head, and collapsed her wings. She looked like a cat that had been ruthlessly abandoned by its owner as she floated away listlessly.
Eighteen was stunned.
He thought that Jiujiu had been staring at him like a hungry dog staring at a bone for the whole afternoon because she wanted to leave.
However, judging from her reaction just now, he knew that he had misunderstood her.
Eighteen rubbed between her eyebrows and pushed open the door of Jiujiu's room. Just as he expected.
Jiujiu was lying on the bed limply as if she had no bones. When she heard the sound of Eighteen opening the door, she looked up and buried her head under the quilt in a fit of pique. She was like an ostrich that refused to accept reality.
Eighteen chuckled and sat beside Jiujiu's bed.
The soft Simmons mattress squeaked, reminding Jiujiu of Eighteen's approach.
Jiujiu moved her body in a fit of pique, trying to distance herself from Eighteen.
Knowing Jiujiu's intention, Eighteen reached out to grab Jiujiu's arm and pulled her into her arms. She rested her sharp chin on the top of Jiujiu's head, and her breath gently hit Jiujiu's bangs.
The atmosphere was ambiguous and lingering, like cotton candy or a spider web that stuck the two of them together.
Since Jiujiu became a ghost, she had never felt hugged or breathed. She moved a little in Eighteen's arms, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Eighteen chuckled and let go of her in a good mood. Seeing Jiujiu's cheeks blushing because of the angry atmosphere, she reached out her hand and pinched Jiujiu's face with great interest.
The soft touch was surprisingly good!
Jiujiu puffed up her cheeks discontentedly and raised her head to glare at Eighteen.
However, because her eyes were too soft, there was no lethality.
She was like a little lion whose territory had been invaded. When she wanted to defend her territory and bare her teeth at the enemy, she found that she didn't have any teeth or claws that could hurt the enemy.
Jiujiu's expression successfully pleased Eighteen again.
Even through the thick glasses, he couldn't hide the faint smile in his eyes.
He reached out to rub Jiujiu's short hair on the top of her head. His voice was less harsh and had a little warmth. "I'm going out to look for some experimental materials tomorrow. Get ready!"
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