soul noise

Although Song Zhaoyin shut Xie Hengkong out just like that, he obviously didn't intend to leave just like that.Standing at the door for a few seconds, he turned around and went to the window sill on the side of the small building.

With the windows open, he could clearly see what was going on in the room.Song Zhaoyin, who was sitting in a wheelchair, entered the door slowly, and when he passed the entrance, the wheelchair twisted for a moment, and bumped straight into the bookshelf beside him.

With a clatter, all the sudokus that were already in a mess fell off the bookshelf, some fell on Song Zhaoyin's lap, and some fell on the floor.

If it weren't for Song Zhaoyin's quick reaction, half of those sudoku books would have hit his forehead, but even without him, he still frowned slightly.

When he went out and passed by here just now, the electric wheelchair twisted like a malfunction, as if it was disturbed by a special magnetic field.

That rabbit doll fell into his arms just like that, Gululu rolled away a long way, Song Zhaoyin picked it up conveniently and didn't bother to put it back, then put it on his lap and took it out.Who ever thought it would cause neuropathy to go crazy.

Xie Hengkong was really stunned when he saw him hit the bookshelf, and even thought it was funny for a moment, but this smile disappeared immediately when he saw the pained expression on Song Zhaoyin's face when he bent down to pick it up.

He jumped in directly from the window sill, walked towards Song Zhaoyin with big strides, and picked up a few Sudoku sheets that he couldn't reach.

"It's really demented, and this can also hit me."

"..."

The calm mood that Song Zhaoyin had just woken up gradually disappeared in Xie Hengkong's gag.Coupled with the recovery of pain from various wounds on his body, Song Zhaoyin obviously ran out of patience at this time, pulled out the Sudoku paper from his hand, and said coldly:

"If you're here to talk nonsense, get out now. I don't want to hear it."

The corner of Xie Hengkong's mouth curled up, and he picked up the rest one by one, but he didn't hand them to him directly, but said: "First declare, this is not nonsense."

"I'm here to... see you," he said.The tone can be considered gentle, but Song Zhaoyin didn't appreciate it,

"I see, you can go."

Song Zhaoyin took back the remaining Sudoku in his hand with a blank expression, flipped through it casually, with a pensive expression on his face, as if I had something to do, so you should leave as soon as possible.

Xie Hengkong is obviously not a person who will act according to other people's faces. Not only did he not, but he also leaned on the bookshelf with his arms folded and admired Song Zhaoyin's seriousness in filling in Sudoku.

There are traces of Song Zhaoyin's filling in these Sudoku sheets. Some of them have the correct answers completely, while others have a blank space.What Song Zhaoyin looked at were the ones with blank spaces.

With his current IQ, he could get an accurate answer at a glance, and the combination of letters and numbers made him feel inexplicably familiar.

Song Zhaoyin thought about it and turned his gaze to the few books on the bookshelf that survived to the ground.He stood up from the wheelchair, the pain in his chest, abdomen and knees made him frown slightly for a moment.

In the next second, those Sudoku papers were held by a hand wrapped in a bone fixer. Xie Hengkong stuck behind Song Zhaoyin, and wrapped his other hand around his waist, "I really like to show off, Just ask me to help you get it."

Song Zhaoyin struggled for a moment, but his seriously injured body was no match for Xie Hengkong, the injury involved in such a movement made him take a slight breath.

"Where does it hurt?" Xie Hengkong said, and with his long arm, he let Song Zhaoyin lean in his arms.

"Let go." Song Zhaoyin said in a deep voice, clasping the arm across his waist with five fingers, "Do you hear me?"

Of course, Xie Hengkong didn't hear it, but suddenly asked: "How did you get into the wheelchair like this? Who hugged you?"

"..."

started again.

Selective deafness.

Song Zhaoyin took a deep breath, and when his arm was accumulating strength and was about to forcibly break away from Xie Hengkong's restraint, the arm wrapped around his waist suddenly moved up to his back.

When Xie Hengkong bent down slightly, Song Zhaoyin had already anticipated his action, and subconsciously resisted with his hands, but when his elbow touched Xie Hengkong's right shoulder, he heard him take a light breath, "It hurts."

Just a moment of hesitation, his body lightened, and he was already hugged horizontally by Xie Hengkong.

"..."

"Don't move, my hand injury hasn't healed yet, it wouldn't be worth it if I fall on you." Xie Hengkong said.

Song Zhaoyin: "I have legs myself, so I won't trouble you..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Hengkong glanced sideways at his calves, which were also bound with braces. At the same time, he held his buttocks with his palms, and with a light toss, the person in his arms was pressed against his body.

"I'd be happy to help you." With a smile on his lips, Xie Hengkong hugged his long legs and walked towards the bed.

Anyway, it's just a means of transportation.

Song Zhaoyin thought so, and didn't struggle anymore, but he didn't let his body completely stick to Xie Hengkong's chest.

The last time he was held in Xie Hengkong's arms, he was still in a state of paralysis, and his perception was even more dull. When Xie Hengkong pinched his buttocks, he only felt a very light touch.

But at this moment, the means of transport did not act as if it had overstepped, but the big palms dragging his waist and buttocks were full of presence.Powerful, steady, and even scorching hot, Song Zhaoyin felt uncomfortably hot.

He blamed this discomfort entirely on his dislike of being so vulnerable and needing to be taken care of.

The means of transportation really only fulfilled its own function of transportation, and when he reached the bedside, he lowered his waist slightly and put him on the bed.

The fully automatic bed adjusted its angle and softness according to Song Zhaoyin's posture the moment Song Zhaoyin touched the mattress.

Xie Hengkong was able to see clearly the wound on the side of Song Zhaoyin's neck.

The white bandage pasted there was oozing bright red. It was obvious that he was involved in the wound when he dodged just now. The scarlet blood reflected Xie Hengkong's eyes, but before his outstretched hand touched the gauze, Song Zhaoyin Frown waved away.

"Enough." Song Zhaoyin reprimanded.

Xie Hengkong didn't seem to care, he lightly touched Song Zhaoyin's eyebrows with his fingers that hadn't fallen back, when the dark brown scab rubbed against his fingers, there was a rough itchy feeling.

"I'll kill him," he said.These five words were light and slow, but very cold. Song Zhaoyin frowned slightly, and even felt the coldness all over Xie Hengkong's body for a moment.

"Who did you kill?"

Xie Hengkong pulled the thin quilt aside and covered him, "Guess."

Song Zhaoyin: "Not interested."

After finishing speaking, he continued to look at the Sudoku pictures, and a series of letters and numbers appeared in his mind.

Xie Hengkong: "His surname is also Xie."

Song Zhaoyin thought that Xie Hengkong was playing a guessing game with him wishful thinking, and he didn't intend to talk to him, but the next second he heard his voice turn cold again, saying: "I'm also from the Xie family. Is it?"

"Xie Xing, do you know him?" Xie Hengkong asked.

Xie Xing.

Song Zhaoyin frowned slightly, he was not familiar with the name, but Mr. Xing's face automatically appeared in his mind, as if Xie Hengkong said Xie Xing was him.

"Should know." He said.

Xie Hengkong raised his eyebrows, and knew in his heart that this ambiguous "should" was not an excuse that Song Zhaoyin didn't want to tell him, but that Song Zhaoyin's memory loss could not be confirmed.

"About him, how much can you remember?" Xie Hengkong asked: "Do you still remember how you were caught here?"

Song Zhaoyin tried to recall, the memories about Xie Xing were only in the laboratory, not too many, only the way he observed the experiment through the glass, more can't remember, and how he was caught here ...

"The mission goal this time..."

"Help me one last time, I can only trust you, Song."

"Are you really going to leave me?"

For a while, it was a mechanical electronic female voice, and for a while, it was a slightly feminine male voice. The broken picture in his mind was overgrown with weeds and dark shadows. The thorn forest seemed to have pierced into his brain. Palm pressed to temple to resist.

Seeing him like this, Xie Hengkong also frowned, "Okay, don't think about it if you can't remember it."

Song Zhaoyin lowered his head, his eyebrows relaxed a little, but he was still frowning.The blocked memory door is not something he can open if he wants to, and the forgotten information is not something he can think of.Song Zhaoyin didn't think deeply about the clues about how he got into this situation, but he remembered why he felt the unfilled numbers in Sudoku were familiar.

The combination of those characters is a string of computer numbers.And during the scuffle a week ago, he had seen this computer with a bulletproof alloy metal outer unit in the computer room of the laboratory in Area B.

When I saw that computer, the picture that came to my mind became clear at this moment - that strange web page, familiar login name, and white dove fluttering its wings, gradually becoming complete in my memory.

"Ok?"

Seeing him lowering his head and staring blankly at the Sudoku sheets, Xie Hengkong asked, "What did you remember?"

Song Zhaoyin suddenly came back to his senses, looking into Xie Hengkong's eyes, like a turbulent deep sea vortex, mixed with complex emotions such as doubt, sudden surprise, and happiness.Coupled with his pale and lifeless face, he looked a bit dull and cute.

"It's nothing." But in an instant, all these emotions were suppressed, and the original calmness was restored.

Xie Hengkong's heart felt as if it had been hit by a wave, it was damp and the lingering rhyme was hard to dissipate.

Regarding Xie Xing, Song Zhaoyin didn't get any useful information from Song Zhaoyin, and Xie Hengkong didn't ask any more questions. He had learned to be considerate of patients, so he didn't stay any longer. When he left, he passed the bookshelf to take a look.

Then he saw the communicator he gave to Song Zhaoyin boldly placed next to the electronic organ.

"You just put this thing here? Are you afraid that others will not notice it?" Xie Hengkong said, "What if it is exposed?"

Song Zhaoyin asked indifferently: "You sneaked into the piercing room and handed it over to me, so you won't be afraid of being exposed?"

Hearing this, Xie Hengkong laughed, knowing in his heart that Song Zhaoyin knew that the communicator was just a decoration, his gesture of favor, and his temptation.

Of course, Xie Hengkong knew that Song Zhaoyin was under all-round surveillance, so handing over the communicator to him meant putting it under Mande's nose, and he still did it because he knew that Dr. Chen had already communicated with him. Find a way to remove the traces.

Otherwise, as long as the signal is restored, Mander will find this abnormal signal.They didn't even need Xie Hengkong to do it himself, they were all exposed.

And Xie Hengkong gave this to Song Zhaoyin, on the one hand, to show his goodwill, to prove that he had contacted Elise; on the other hand, he was also testing whether Song Zhaoyin agreed to "reconcile" with him.

Regarding the latter point, he has already learned the result from Dr. Chen—about why the communicator appeared in the hands of M001, Song Zhaoyin gave the answer that he stole it.

So Xie Hengkong knew that Song Zhaoyin agreed to his reconciliation.

It is convenient to deal with smart people. Once you say a few words, you know that each other's temptations have been seen through by the other party, but they have not been exposed.

Maybe Song Zhaoyin didn't want to care about it, or maybe he didn't think it was necessary to care about it.Xie Hengkong didn't care, he only cared about this moment.

Although the "alliance relationship" between them is still hazy and fragile, the gap between the two is shrinking little by little.And, one day it will disappear completely.

Before he could say anything, Song Zhaoyin asked another question.

"Since you are worried about exposure, why did you take action in the laboratory?"

He asked casually, and his tone didn't change, but the smile on Xie Hengkong's face eased a bit, and he looked serious.

He stared at Song Zhaoyin's face, his breathing seemed to be slowing down, and he even seemed to read from his eyes that he didn't say the other two sentences——

Wouldn't it be beneficial for you to watch me die?

Besides, you know in your heart that they won't let me die.

………………

I'm coming!

Song and Kong's psychology in this chapter is a bit complicated, so I wrote it a bit too quickly o(╥﹏╥)o.

Can you understand?Let me know if you don't understand, and I'll fix it.