Chapter 226: So I can't help but treat you well

"Mr. He, how can I help you?"

Although the commodity supply office is in the form of a store, the service is provided to people within the organization on the island, so there is no need to pay for it.

He Yu says, "I'd like to pick up some herbs, and some lab supplies. Here's the list."

The clerk took it, put on her glasses, looked it over from top to bottom, and smiled, "Okay no problem, please wait a moment."

The small TV in the store was showing an Australian talent show, and He Yu stood in front of the counter next to it, looking aimlessly from side to side as he waited for the clerk to get his stuff together. In the meantime, his eyes inadvertently swept over the shelves next to the checkout counter - the

There were rows of condoms set up there.

In addition to the regular styles available on the market, there are also some products made by the island's researchers in their boredom, which are exclusively for Mandela Island.

He Yu had no interest in these things before, but not anymore. After a moment's hesitation, he took a box with the most understated-looking packaging.

Upon closer inspection, the box bore a few concise words: Good after-sales service, If broken, I'll deliver the baby.

The name of the bored researcher is signed below.

He Yu took another box of the pinkest looking ones.

This time the box says: Take me, I work better than taming pills.

The name of the bored researcher is also signed below.

Getting another box looks a little weird.

On the box, there is the same inscription, which reads: Black Technology Pregnancy Enhancement Condom, I am sure to get pregnant with it.

The name of that same very boring researcher is signed below.

When the store clerk came out with the plastic bags, he saw He Yu there studying them. The clerk smiled and said, "Mr. He, do you need to introduce the effects?"

He Yu took the bag, and after a moment's hesitation, nodded.

In the evening, He Yu returned home with a bag containing herbs to relieve coughs and moisten the lungs, to calm the mind, and a few boxes of sets.

He came back a bit earlier than usual, and as soon as he entered the door, he found Xie Qingcheng sitting at his desk, writing something with his head down.

Now, Xie Qingcheng no longer has to deliberately act desperate and trapped in order to paralyze the watchers, and Mandela's people also know that he is a tough character and will not waste time in a depressed mood. In the case that there is no way to escape, saving his strength, not making unnecessary struggles, calm and collected, as if waiting for a moment to break out of the trap at any time, this is his convincing state.

Therefore, the Xie Qingcheng that He Yu saw was very quiet.

He couldn't help but drift off for a moment.

The house was modeled after the guest room of the old villa, even the carpet was made old according to his request, the man was sitting in front of the writing desk, with his eyes hanging down, and outside the window was a lone moon, and the exquisite moonlight shone obliquely on him, as if draping over his shoulders a white plain shirt from many years ago, as if it were the uniform he had worn when he had been a doctor.

He Yu, at that moment, had the feeling of turning back the clock.

It's like all he had to do was open his mouth and call out, "Dr. Shea."

Young Xie Qingcheng would then look up from his desk back at him and, faintly, ask him, "What's up, kiddo?"

As if confirming his long-cherished wish, Xie Qingcheng heard the commotion and really took his eyes off the scrolls and landed on He Yu's face just as he did more than ten years ago.

Just not He Yu's childhood look down.

Xie Qingcheng looked up at him and coughed softly, "What's wrong?"

He Yu saw his left eye, which had lost its light forever, and the few streaks of gray in his inked hair.

Xie Qingcheng is no longer the twenty year old Dragon Chapter Fengzi.

He Yu woke up as if from a dream and returned to his senses, "...... It's nothing."

The gentle countryside is haunting, reliving the dream of a duck is even more fascinating. He Yu slept with Xie Qingcheng, and some of his behavior was uncontrollable. Occasionally, he treated Xie Qingcheng better, and Mandela's people didn't find it strange. Especially since Xie Qingcheng has been a bit sickly lately.

So He Yu's act of bringing some medicine to Xie Qingcheng was not suspected, and no one criticized it.

He Yu is not a completely thin people, grace and mercy is what he will do, a torment in the palm of the old lover, but more prone to suspicion.

He went down to the kitchen and cooked a dinner himself.

If there's one area where genius He Yu is weak, it's probably his life skills.

After so many years, young master He Gongzi was still not very good at cooking. He had been tossing and turning in the kitchen for almost two hours, and what he finally brought up was still unappealing.

Those dishes taste terrible, but the nutrition is good, there are old duck dendrobium casserole, xi yang ginseng lily fig rib soup and so on, all are moistening the lungs of the medicinal food, in addition to a casserole of tomato and potato simmered beef brisket, that is Xie Qingcheng body does not feel well when the appetite to eat some things.

"Where did you find the American ginseng?" Xie Qingcheng coughed a few times, fumbling with the ingredients.

"The pharmacy took it."

"......... Why are there still pig lungs."

He Yu: "Zhuo Ya raised it."

"She raised ...... these on the island?"

"She's got a little farm here that has everything. And it's all natural and green. She farms it herself and feeds the animals."

Xie Qingcheng put down the soup spoon, and then green food he could not eat such things as pig lungs.

And he was feeling a little subtle.

Zhuo Ya This person, who became a fugitive in the first place because she did some very cruel experiments in the Chernobyl radiation zone, the picture of such a person farming, he really can't imagine it somehow.

He Yu saw what Xie Qingcheng was thinking and said, "Zhuo Ya actually doesn't like technology at all, she always says that when Mandela's meta-universe is really realized, then she will go to farm and do nothing, just become a farmer."

Xie Qingcheng : "...... She doesn't like technology at all?"

"One could even say it's an abomination." He Yu said, "Though she's at the top of her game in that regard, I've heard that her daughter died because of it. That had been her only family."

Xie Qingcheng was in deep thought.

When He Yu saw that he forgot about his body whenever he talked about work, he was a bit helpless, "You should drink the soup first, okay."

Xie Qingcheng was unimpressed, "That Zhuo Ya ......"

"I'll tell you carefully about the background of Zhuo Ya after you drink it, or I won't."

"......"

It's true that people have to bow down under the roof.

Xie Qingcheng only had to drink a bowl of soup.

"Pork lungs too."

"Almost OK." Xie Qingcheng said, "There's no way I'd ever eat something like that."

When he finished, he raised his eyes and folded his fingers, "You tell it."

"......" He Yu saw that he seriously refused to do so, and couldn't force-feed him, so he only sighed, thought for a moment, and said, "You've seen her daughter in the control room of the Radical Cold Light, haven't you, that's the girl who projected herself. "

Xie Qingcheng recalled the little blonde-haired girl hugging a doll in the main control room, and now that I think about it, that little child's eyebrows and eyes are indeed very similar to Zhuo Ya.

He nodded.

"The scientists on the island don't ask each other about their pasts, and we don't know why Zhuo Ya is alone or whether she ever had a husband. But she did mention once that her child was killed. ...... She used to work in a private lab, and presumably someone she trusted betrayed her. Zhuo Ya later became very cruel and selfish, she was a thoroughly evil person, though her purpose for her evil was simpler than anyone else's on the island, every experiment she did, every thing she invented, was to resurrect her child."

He Yu said this and gave an example, "Actually, violent killing is a typical example, that was created by Zhuo Ya when he was trying to figure out how to implant one person's consciousness into another person's brain."

"That girl in the Radical Cold Light control room was also an experiment of Zhuo Ya?"

"Also." He Yu said, "She is the prototype of a metaverse regenerator, you've seen her, you know how lifelike she is, she walks back and forth, sings, or speaks like the person in Teresa's resurrection image. But these are not programmed thoughts, they are Zhuo Ya's thoughts, created by using a portion of her daughter's brain fragments that she has saved. You can see that her ideas are simple, just a few repetitive movements, but she does give Zhuo Ya a lot of hope."

"......"

"Zhuo Ya's request to the organization was that when the Mandela meta-universe was established, they were to give her daughter an entity to return to, and then mother and daughter were to call it quits, and she was never to be a researcher again. The Dowager promised her that."

Xie Qingcheng : "Can you really talk the talk with a tiger."

Because He Yu intentionally turned the hood to its maximum setting while cooking and hasn't turned it off yet, and because the two of them were sitting close together and speaking softly, Duan Wen couldn't recognize what they were talking about from the surveillance.

He Yu said, "They had no more choice but to trust her."

Xie Qingcheng seemed to have thought of something and frowned slightly, "Why is it that none of these scientists on the island have ever tried to take Duan Cuizhen s place ......? Did they all willingly serve for her."

"Duan Wen has always done a good job of protecting Duan Cuizhen, and usually only the High Ranks can see her. Recently, her body has been getting weaker and weaker, so even the High Ranks have easily disappeared." He Yu said, "Moreover, I have always felt that there is an unspoken secret amongst those High Ranks, and it is that secret that has always made them willing to take Duan Cuizhen as their leader, without any second thoughts. It's just that they've kept it from me so far. Also, I have a feeling that the commander of the Dreambreakers seems to be looking into what that secret really is."

"So did he find out."

He Yu shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

Then he set the spoon down, got up and said, "Enough of this, there's stew in the pot, I'll bring it to you."

The last course turned out to be Sichuan Pei Snow Pear Cream.

Stewed until soft and sticky, the pears are filled with grated Sichuan peppercorns, and the lid is lifted to reveal a bowl of clear, sweet soup.

Xie Qingcheng raised his eyes and met He Yu's line of sight.

"I've been stewing it for a long time." He Yu said, "Drink it while it's hot."

After a pause, he continued:

"Don't waste all this again like you did three years ago."

Three years ago, Xie Qingcheng and He Yu broke up, then the kitchen stewed a cup of Sichuan Bay pear soup, Xie Qingcheng did not drink, put on the clothes and left.

Xie Qingcheng lowered his eyelashes and looked at the pear soup in the bowl, and that feeling of uncertainty dispersed like light smoke in his heart. He looked at He Yu's face after the light smoke, only to feel like a fog, he slightly sideways head pondering, but not sure this pear cream, is still more or less with a little bit of residual, belonging to the year's infatuation tenderness.

Before going to bed at night, He Yu stretched his hand out under the covers and extinguished the bedside lamp. When he brought his hand back again, there was something more in his palm.

He did it all so naturally that Duan Wen would only think they were getting ready for bed through the security cameras, and He Yu went to turn off the lights.

He Yu handed Xie Qingcheng what was in his palm.

It was a very unassuming leather bracelet with simple decorations, and He Yu snapped Xie Qingcheng's fingers and slipped the bracelet onto his wrist without resistance.

"What?"

"God of wind bracelet." He leaned close to the side of his ear and whispered, "I just bought the materials and made the modifications this afternoon, it won't be monitored by Duan Wen's equipment, so if there's any situation ...... like that fever thing you had the other day ...... you'll be can me or contact the organization at any time."

"I feel more comfortable with you wearing it."

As He Yu said these words, he was holding Xie Qingcheng's hand tightly.

In that instant, he believed that Xie Qingcheng had also thought of an incident that had happened between them a few years ago--the

After one of He Yu's illnesses, Xie Qingcheng gave him a special mood-monitoring bracelet, which He Yu kept close to him until the shipwreck, when he fell into the ocean and the bracelet sank with him.

"Don't lose it."

"......" Xie Qingcheng rubs the bracelet.

"Do you want to try it? I've got the channel tuned."

The bracelet has a leather clasp, and that is the hidden headset.

Xie Qingcheng adjusted the headset and placed it into his ear, and there was indeed a dripping sound of signal reception coming from inside. The mechanical voice said, "God of wind system activated, welcome to use."

Xie Qingcheng gave the order at a very low decibel: "Pick up headquarters."

"Copy that. Connecting to HQ now. ......"

After a few seconds, God of wind really connected to the Shanghai command again, and Xie Qingcheng heard the voice of the commander-in-chief that he had not heard in these days: "Xie Qingcheng?"

Xie Qingcheng couldn't help but look at He Yu first before answering the commander.

The commander was surprised, after the two of them chatted for a few moments, the commander said, "He Yu has already told us what happened, you should be cautious, don't take any risks, and save your strength, we have finished deciphering the value of the Radical Cold Light, and we will be able to devise countermeasures in a few moments, until then, you must stabilize the scene with He Yu and must not be discovered by Mandela. Until then, you and He Yu must stabilize the scene, so that Mandela doesn't notice anything unusual, do you understand?"

Xie Qingcheng : "...... understand."

His feelings were a little complicated, and he thought of the countless times He Yu had told them that Mandela Island was not so surreal, but just because He Yu was a mental patient, his truth was not accepted by the headquarters. At this moment, Xie Qingcheng suddenly felt like a person standing outside the dream world, but he couldn't wake up the people who regarded these illusions as real.

He has never been a firm believer that the truth is very important.

Now he realized that in the eyes of many people, the truth is only what they believe, and the truth seems to be in the hands of the so-called "normal people". Whoever is in the mainstream is the absolute truth, and in order to protect everything they want to protect, they can only acquiesce to such social rules.

It was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The commander was still barking, "It's all very dangerous, but in the end we can always overcome ......"

"Commander." Xie Qingcheng suddenly interrupted him.

The commander-in-chief paused, "What's wrong?"

Xie Qingcheng : "Actually, you should believe that this island--"

"You should trust that we know everything on this island by heart, you need not worry." He Yu stopped his words.

He hinted with his eyes that Xie Qingcheng should stop talking.

The Commander froze for a moment, "It's getting late on Mandela Island, is He Yu with you?"

Before Xie Qingcheng could answer, his hand was grasped by He Yu, who clutched his hand and wrote in his palm: Don't say, I didn't tell him everything.

After all, going undercover with a coworker to the point where you have to sleep in the same bed every day and fake it and really flip the script is not something to brag too much about, and they really don't want to have to report that kind of detail to headquarters.

Xie Qingcheng then perfunctorily returned a few words to the commander and ended the call.

"Why don't you let me corroborate your thoughts."

"They'll think you're crazy too." He Yu said, "Or think you've been brainwashed by me."

"......"

"There's no way you can convince a dog that the world is colored. Of course I didn't mean to say that commanders are dogs. But I don't think it's necessary to necessarily convince them of that. Three years ago Mandela's weapons weren't as advanced, but now, humans aren't any safer than robots, and the brainwashed and manipulated humans on the island, with all their gear and self-destruct devices, are just as dangerous. Our ultimate goal is to destroy the island, and at this point, it doesn't matter who's perception is right and who's wrong."

He Yu paused, and there seemed to be some shimmering light in his eyes from the abyss:

"I think by the time they're all in the net, the Dreambreakers will know that I never lied to them."

With public business out of the way, it's down to private business.

He Yu asks after a moment of silence, "Have you thrown up today?"

Xie Qingcheng was still thinking about the communication he had just had with the Dream Breaker, and only after a while did he absentmindedly say, "It was nothing, it was just one time."

"Oh ...... " He Yu was thoughtful, and after a while, he leaned over to Xie Qingcheng and said, "That, I actually bought something else back today. "

"What?" Xie Qingcheng was still a little out of his depth.

He Yu hesitates, "It's just that I'm thinking, when we do the theater, why don't we do a safety measure ......"

"Well ......" Xie Qingcheng still confiscated his mind, and after a few moments, he came back to his senses, "What?"

He Yu looked embarrassed, "Just in case you that ...... I mean just in case ...... there's a probability of that ...... With the way things are now, I think it It might still be better this way ......"

Xie Qingcheng couldn't tell whether he was angry or amused.

It's funny that it's only at times like this that He Yu would want to take precautions, and it's annoying that deep down He Yu believes in this kind of nonsense.

Xie Qingcheng was rendered speechless by him, and as his mind wandered, his father's nature came up, and he suddenly lifted his hand and cupped He Yu's jaw, "If you're really so worried about this kind of thing, then why don't you switch to me being on top."

He Yu: "............"

Xie Qingcheng is very manly, in fact, just by looking at his face, his temperament is forbidding and lofty, his eyebrows are dark and straight, his features are much more angular than He Yu clear, and he has broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, even his hands are very manly, very attractive to girls or zeroes, and he is tough everywhere, so there is no reason to be submissive.

It's just that he's not very interested in this kind of thing, and he doesn't like to take the initiative, and he's more open-minded, so he's never had to fight with He Yu about anything.

Until He Yu repeatedly thought that he might have a child, Xie Qingcheng could not stand it any longer and finally pinched the little brat's chin and leaned back on the pillow to say, slightly somberly, that he wanted He Yu to be down there.

"Want it?" Xie Qingcheng's lethargic voice carried some sense of oppression, "Anyway, with the quilt covering Duan Wen can't see it."

He Yu stared at him for a few seconds, rolled over and pinned him down, clasping the man's long, slender fingers and pressing them into the pillow, "Not this one."

Xie Qingcheng originally only wanted to be sarcastic, but did not really want to do so. But he didn't expect He Yu to be so resolute in his response.

This caused the man who was once a husband to narrow his eyes slightly, "Why."

He Yu paused for a moment, and before he lowered his head to kiss him to share the clouds and rain, obscuring the idea in his heart that Xie Qingcheng was completely suitable only for the bottom, he slightly roguishly coaxed him in a low voice, "Brother, you look very powerful, I'm afraid of pain."

Xie Qingcheng : ".................."

Stupid people fight hard, smart people show weakness. Feel free to kiss ass if necessary.

Sure enough, when He Yu said this, Xie Qingcheng, who is used to taking care of people, couldn't catch a word, and could only let He Yu kiss him, but he didn't see the light smile of a successful conspiracy that appeared in the bottom of his eyes when He Yu buried his face in his neck and kissed him on the side of his neck.