Raven

"In fact, I don't have to kill him at all, just seriously injure him. But I didn't have this concept at all at the time. The only solution I thought of at the time was to kill the other party."

Wei Yanchuan: "Are you sure you have passed the psychological test?" But if you haven't passed it, Zhao Qiaosheng couldn't possibly become a hunter, so Wei Yanchuan changed the question to, "How did you pass the psychological test?"

Zhao Qiaosheng was not angry because of Wei Yanchuan's doubts, because he also felt that there was something wrong with him at the time, "In the actual combat training of the alliance, I have been exposed to psychological things. Although I did answer truthfully during the psychological assessment, I also Not sure if my subconscious was convincing me to choose the correct answer based on what I had been exposed to before, thinking that this was my true state.”

The surviving scavengers did their aftermath, and Zhao Qiaosheng's first mission record is very good-looking.Not long after that, the management of the hunter union approached Zhao Qiaosheng and invited him to be a scavenger.

"The Hunter Union found out my record in the alliance. They said they needed someone like me who is full of justice, strong in combat and decisive in situations. They asked me to be the scavenger who hunted and killed the scavenger."

Since the Hunter Union accepts members with bad records, it cannot guarantee that there will be no extreme ideas in the scavengers, who use their positions to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

"I agreed."

Wei Yanchuan didn't understand at all: "Why did you agree?"

"Because someone has to do this kind of thing. All the scavengers on the execution list have committed a lot of crimes. No matter from which point of view, they deserve to die, but because their actions are all hidden under the cover of the scavengers, outsiders Probably didn't even know—"

Wei Yanchuan raised his hand to stop Zhao Qiaosheng from continuing: "I didn't say that you killed someone who shouldn't be killed. But have you noticed that the more you explain, the more disturbed you are, and you are actually worried that you killed someone who shouldn't be killed. .Since you have this concern, why did you agree?"

Zhao Qiaosheng answered him: "Because I am a hunter, before I discover a problem, I must first trust the management of the hunter. My worry is my cranky thinking - after all, I am still human, and I will always feel uneasy. Since I can also think wildly, then Don't others? Then I can do it, so don't let other people feel this entanglement. And what if there is another murderer among the group of people hunting the scavenger? I'll take one position, if I can complete more work, even take up one and a half, or two, wouldn't the possibility of problems be less?"

Wei Yanchuan: "You can make your own choices, you don't need to suffer for others."

Zhao Qiaosheng: "This is not to suffer for others, this is my choice."

Wei Yanchuan frowned wearily, he didn't touch the glass of milk at all: "The last question..."

After he said this, he fell silent. Zhao Qiao's intuition was not good, but he still had to ask, "What's the problem?"

Wei Yanchuan frowned and closed his eyes: "When you saved me, did you have a choice?"

——There is an unwritten rule for the team members assigned to the exploration area that they must have blood on their hands, so that they can make a decisive and timely decision or choice when it comes to a truly critical moment.

This is the very beginning, what Zhao Qiaosheng said has been echoing in Wei Yanchuan's mind.

What is the trade-off in a critical moment?

Wei Yanchuan, who had his eyes closed, didn't see it, or he just closed his eyes because he didn't want to see it. After hearing his question, Zhao Qiaosheng's expression was very obviously shaken.

The change of expression only took a moment. Zhao Qiaosheng adjusted every muscle and every detail of his face very quickly, and answered Wei Yanchuan calmly and clearly: "When I was a member of the alliance, I trusted my teammates."

"I see." Wei Yanchuan opened his eyes with no expression on his face, "It's late, let's rest."

As he said that, he walked out, and the shielding was automatically released after the insiders left the field. Zhao Qiaosheng looked at his back, so irritable and sad that he wanted to throw a glass.

It was a terrible night.

He didn't want to lie to Wei Yanchuan, no matter how euphemistically he said it, the other party would definitely understand.When he was descending to save people, he did detect the vital signs of other people, but he just reported the coordinates, and he didn't stop at all, he kept running towards Wei Yanchuan's position.

Some of the owners of the vital signs waited for follow-up rescue, and some did not.

This is the trade-off.

Wei Yanchuan went into the bathroom to take a shower, turned on the shower, put his head under it, closed his eyes, and remained motionless for a long time.

He seemed to hear a voice full of resentment: "Why is your life more important than ours?"

"Is it because you are the chief engineer?"

"Is it worthless for us to live? What's the use of the bare commander?"

"Or is it because you are Yan Pingsheng's son?"

"Damn the privileged class."

"Damn! Damn!"

"Damn you!"

Wei Yanchuan knew that this was an illusion, but this illusion made his breathing uncontrollably rapid, and his eyes turned black.

Wei Yanchuan, who was rescued from the accident, actually only had half his life left, and the transformation caused great harm to his body.With one hand propped on the smooth wall tiles of the bathroom, he fumbled to turn off the shower with the other, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breath.

"It's a hallucination," he said to himself, his voice trembling and panting.He hadn't managed to touch the shower switch yet, and he didn't realize that he had been running cold water.

He didn't know that his lips were already turning white with ice, but it was futile, he comforted himself: "This is an illusion, I just want to..." He could hardly continue, "I just want to..."

Just don't let this happen again.

But what has already happened, it just happened, and it cannot be erased or passed over.

The next day Wei Yanchuan woke up with a headache. He hugged his head and buried himself in the quilt for a while before he gradually realized what stupid thing he did last night.

He rubbed his temples with one hand, and swiped the gesture code in mid-air to unlock the terminal with the other. The terminal home page popped up, it was already noon, and there were several unread messages.

After waking up with a headache, Wei Yanchuan couldn't read the words, so he closed the page and planned to read it again slowly.

Then he heard a light knock on the door, and immediately asked in a low voice: "Boss Wei, are you awake?"

It was Zhao Yuming's voice.

Wei Yanchuan had a headache and knew that his face must be ugly now. He was going to sleep again and go out slowly, so he didn't answer.

Zhao Yuming waited for a while, but before he got an answer, he turned to look at Zhao Qiao's voice: "I haven't woken up yet."

Little Tianshi spoke a little louder than just now. Of course Wei Yanchuan heard it. The headache seriously interfered with his perception. He didn't notice that there were two people outside, but he didn't need to guess to know who the other person was.

Wei Yanchuan tried his best to turn his pain-drenched mind, thinking that Zhao Qiaosheng might have been thinking about it all morning, and if he was asked to wait any longer, he didn't know where he would think.

So while rubbing his head and sitting up, he said, "Zhao Qiaosheng? Come in and do me a favor."

Zhao Yuming stared at his brother's eyes suddenly brightened, sighed old-fashionedly, went downstairs swaying left and right, and let Zhao Qiaosheng enter the room alone.

Wei Yanchuan was halfway up when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, so painful that he suddenly lost strength and fell back again.

He had a headache, and he couldn't help snorting.

Zhao Qiaosheng was startled by him, and before he even had time to close the door, he rushed over to see him: "What's wrong?!"

The pain on his back spread all the way along the old injury, Wei Yanchuan was trembling all over, but he could still laugh: "Let me use your spiritual power."

Zhao Qiaosheng put his hands on his temples, and passed the spiritual power over, thinking that he couldn't sleep last night, Zhou shook Zhao Yuming up like a skin, it was too timely to ask him to make up lessons for him: "What's wrong with you?"

The soothing effect of spiritual power was immediate, and Wei Yanchuan obviously relaxed: "Headache, old injury, I took a cold shower last night." He fell asleep before blowing his hair.

Zhao Qiao laughed angrily: "You also know it's an act of death."

Wei Yanchuan lay down and looked at him: "Isn't this a positive admission of mistakes?"

Zhao Qiaosheng pushed one of his shoulders: "Turn over, let me see your injury."

Wei Yanchuan turned sideways, and there was an unnatural pause in his movements, obviously the old injury was still hurting badly.Zhao Qiaosheng was flustered when he saw his movements: "Why didn't you say a word about the pain at that time?"

Wei Yanchuan told the truth: "At that time, the pain was too painful to scream."

Zhao Qiaosheng touched the scar through his clothes, his movements were very slow, the qi and blood stagnated there, and the breath was stagnant, and the spiritual power pushed in could not be melted away, so he could only carefully rub it a little bit.

Zhao Qiaosheng: "Take a breath and go to the hospital."

The spiritual power was rubbed into the old wound, numb and itchy, and Wei Yanchuan's voice trembled: "I won't go."

Zhao Qiaosheng: "You have a fever."

"I—" Wei Yanchuan's voice broke off, and Zhao Qiao's voice just hit the joints, "I don't need the medicine from the hospital."

Zhao Qiaosheng realized that yes, Wei Yanchuan was transforming, and the conventional medicine in the hospital had no effect on him: "Then what should I do?"

"Look for Dr. Mao for remote diagnosis and treatment." Wei Yanchuan couldn't take it anymore, and grabbed Zhao Qiaosheng's arm with his backhand, "Stop, stop, I'll honestly go to the doctor for a prescription."

Zhao Qiao curled up his fingers obediently, not touching his back: "Isn't it effective to use spiritual power?"

With his back turned to him, Wei Yanchuan bared his teeth: "It's too good."

The spiritual power is really effective, and the place Zhao Qiaosheng rubbed is slowly heating up, as if the dead flesh and blood are glowing with new vitality, but the process is so sour.

Zhao Qiaosheng, who had acquired a lot of knowledge last night, continued: "If you had used spiritual power to guide you two years ago, it would not be so uncomfortable to guide you now." He suddenly thought, "Has no one ever mentioned that you can ask a celestial master to help you heal the disease?" hurt?"

With Yan Pingsheng's connections, it shouldn't be difficult to find a celestial master with a strict tongue.

Wei Yanchuan let go of Zhao Qiaosheng's arm, and slowly sat up on the bed. He didn't like the bottom-up perspective: "We can't take this risk."

The author has something to say: Thank you Luohuaqing for 36 bottles of nutrient solution~

I never expected... I was discharged from the hospital and was about to update but found the website...

In short, I am alive and kicking again!