"White coat, are you okay?" Liu Weike asked softly. She wanted to lift the chair on the ground, but found that the ordinary wooden chair seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and could not be shaken at all.
Liu Weike asked: "Has your superpower been restored?" Her eyes rested on a syringe that fell to the ground, with a slight amount of liquid still remaining in the syringe.
Since people with various superpowers appeared one after another in this city, the Security Bureau has not only developed drugs to suppress superpowers, but also developed drugs to stimulate superpowers similar to those of Ghost Eyes.
Liu Weike looked at a brown reagent bottle next to him that was mostly empty, and quickly asked worriedly: "How much medicine did you inject? Your physical condition is not very good to begin with, don't force yourself like this."
"If I don't recover my powers, I will be a sick man of no use! I must recover quickly so that I can find the whereabouts of Lao Wang." Gu Siyi's face was pale, and his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes.
Liu Weike said worriedly: "But if you don't pay attention to your body, I'm afraid you will fall ill before you find Teacher Wang."
"Then I can't just sit here and wait to die!" Gu Siyi said anxiously, raising his hand and knocking over the cup on the coffee table. The hot tea that splashed out almost hit the back of Liu Weike's hand.
Gu Siyi looked at Liu Weike, who was frowning, and gradually calmed down. He used his powers to restore the objects scattered on the ground to their original positions. While picking up the broken pieces of the teacup on the ground, he said apologetically: "
It's my fault and I shouldn't lose my temper."
Liu Weike walked over, carefully helped him bandage the back of his hand that was injured at some point, and said softly: "It's okay, I can understand your mood. I believe Teacher Wang is still alive and well, and we will find him."
."
****
Clone No. 21 stayed in a dark and cold dungeon. His body was tightly bound by iron chains and could not move easily. He struggled hard, and the iron chains left clear marks on his arms.
A member of the Security Bureau knocked on the solid iron railing with his baton and warned: "Hey! Be more honest!"
Clone No. 21 stared angrily and let out an angry growl. "You can't trap me. I'm immortal. Do you want to stare at me forever?"
The member of the Security Bureau recalled the scene that had been played on TV. The clone No. 21 was reborn on the ruins. Even if it was turned into broken bones and flesh, it could return to its original appearance. Thinking of that terrifying scene, he couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine.
. He reached into his pocket and grasped the cold pistol tightly.
Clone No. 21 saw the fear of the young team member. He leaned lazily on his chair and said arrogantly: "You'd better be polite to me, otherwise when I escape one day, I will be the first
The only one who needs to be eliminated is you."
The member of the Security Bureau tightened his grip on the pistol and suppressed the panic in his heart. He said coldly: "Then I'm afraid you won't have this chance. I will definitely keep an eye on you, and you should be prepared to be a prisoner for the rest of your life.
."
Clone No. 21 angrily pulled at the iron chains on his body. The hard chains collided with each other, making a harsh sound. The iron chains that dug deeply into his arms scratched his skin and were stained with bright red blood. But the pain
It didn't last long at all, and his wounds were completely healed.
Clone No. 21 stared, with veins bulging on his red neck. "You don't want to trap me for the rest of my life!"
****
One day a few weeks later, it was still rainy weather. A little boy stayed at the bus stop to take shelter from the rain. He was wearing thin clothes and shivering from the cold.
He glanced at the bench next to the stop sign, and then looked down at his dirty clothes. After all, he did not have the courage to sit on it. He was afraid that his dirty clothes would stain the bench, and that he would be disturbed by passers-by.
of disdain.
More and more people gathered under the stop sign. The child moved aside carefully, lest his wet clothes would rub on the people around him. Most of his body was gradually exposed to the rain. He used his chapped little hands to
Covering his head, the rain fell on his cheeks along his little hands.
At this time, an umbrella blocked his head. The young man holding the umbrella wore a hat, a mask and wide sunglasses, making it impossible to see his facial features clearly. He said in a brisk tone: "Little thing
, come closer."
The little boy cautiously approached and said gratefully: "Thank you."
The young man looked at the embarrassed child and asked, "Why are you alone? Where is your mother?"
The little boy timidly replied: "I don't have a mother."
The young man paused for a while and murmured: "You don't have a mother either." He patted the boy's wet head gently, not seeming to dislike the dirty child at all.
He glanced down at the little boy's feet and found that his old shoes had cracked and several toes were exposed. His toes were covered with mud and rain, and they were all blue from the cold.
The little boy raised his head and asked, "Don't you have a mother? Do you have any other relatives?"
The young man replied: "I have a father, but unfortunately he doesn't seem to like me very much." Although he was complaining, his tone was calm and a bit joking.
The little boy gently pulled his sleeve and said: "At least you still have a father. I don't even have a father, only my grandma is with me."
The young man looked at the little boy's curled up toes, suddenly bent down and took off his shoes, and also took off a pair of socks. He pulled the little boy to the bench and held him in his arms.
A fashionably dressed woman glanced at the boy with a look of disgust and quickly moved aside.
The young man lowered his voice and said coldly: "Get out of here if you think it's dirty."
The woman frowned and was about to get angry, but suddenly she saw the young man's exposed arms. The thin arms were covered with hideous scars. The woman thought he was a difficult little gangster, and she quickly became frightened.
Hidden aside.
The young man took off the little boy's dirty shoes, covered his cold feet with his hands, and then put his thick socks on his feet.
The little boy struggled to put his slightly bloated feet back into his shoes, grinning with an innocent smile. "Thank you, big brother."
At this moment, the fashionably dressed woman suddenly pointed at the young man's pocket and shouted: "Oh my god, he has a gun!"
It turned out that when the young man sat down, he accidentally exposed half of the pistol hidden in his coat pocket. He looked at the passers-by who were scattering like birds and animals around him, and he actually laughed happily.
