Chapter 42: Wake up and feel that I love you

Just as Zhou Yu’s fingertips touched it, it continued to shrink and formed a human shape.
It was a handsome young man who couldn't forget at a glance. A pair of deep eyes had to seal Zhou Yu's breath, and time stopped.
He hugged Zhou Yu and took him to the water and light junction.
Zhou Yu opened his eyes fiercely and breathed hard as if he had finally jumped out of the water, and he saw the roof of his room.
He raised his hand and grabbed his eyes.
It was indeed a s-class creature that saved himself, and it was consistent with the description of the one that Song Zhi was looking for. That should not be his own illusion, because he had not heard any description of that creature at that time, and he had not accepted the memory of Elpis. This illusion did not form the basis in his mind. Not to mention that in the battle of the 12th district of the virgin forest, he saved himself again.
Just how did you dream of seeing it... What did the ink night become that kind of creature?
Zhou Yu leaned over his face, and the ink night cuddled by his side, slept very well, and the small wings would rise and fall with the breath, and there would be no s-class creatures at all.
Zhou Yu exhaled a breath and hugged the ink night, but there was a lot of thought in his heart. Ink night as a night spirit, has a special connection with the silver s-class creature, is it that the ink night summoned it in a hurry?
Or maybe he was saved by the s-class creature, but it is his imagination that the night of the night is turned into a silver creature. Regardless of the danger, the ink night confronts Hai Jinyu and saves everyone, so he will imagine it as a silver creature that saved his own angel in the angel's corner?
"Ink night... Do you have a lot of secrets that I don't know?" Zhou Yu touched his back.
This sentence let the ink night open his eyes, put his head on Zhou Yu's chest and look at him.
Zhou Yu always has an illusion that it is seen through. His thoughts, his expectations of the world, and the fears in his heart are all known by the night.
In the night, the ink arched Zhou Yu’s chin with his nose, then jumped out of the bed and waved its front paws toward Zhou Yu, meaning
to go to dinner
!
Zhou Yu suddenly laughed.
If the ink night is really a s-class creature, why is it staying by your side? Just want to drink some of his blood every day?
On the morning of the next day, Zhou Yu went to see Carlos with ink night.
Zhou Yu holds his head and walks leisurely in the passage. It’s rare to have such a pleasant morning. Zhou Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the ink night on his side. The pace of his pace was exactly the same as his own. He occasionally put his head in his head, as if he had the same mood as Zhou Yu.
A team of researchers and guards pushed a petri dish through them.
Zhou Yu looked at the past. The petri dish is a kind of almost transparent pale gold creature. It rotates in the water and is like a waltz.
Zhou Yu was attracted to the sight: that... it seems to be Nibelungen jellyfish...
Very beautiful...but maybe it’s dangerous...
Less than a second, the ink night was not full of biting Zhou Yu's trouser legs, Zhou Yu bowed his head, and the moment of watching the night with the ink night could not help but laugh.
The eyes of the ink night are big and full of unhappiness.
In its cognition, Zhou Yu’s concern is not only Zhou Qing but also a few people like Wu Yun, and other attention should belong to it. But Zhou Yu looked at the Nibelungen jellyfish for more than a second, which is really unbearable for the ink night.
Zhou Yu smiled, and lowered his body to use his chin to top the forehead of the night: "Okay, well, let's go to Carlos!"
The department of Carlos is quite busy and is doing a comparative study of the sample.
As soon as he saw the ink night, he walked out excitedly.
"God, ink night! You have grown up! Have you entered the developmental period recently? Long and fast!"
Zhou Yu looked down at the ink night and found that the ink night seemed to... really grew up...
Carlos wants to measure the ink night, but the ink night is like moving with ADHD. Carlos’s body was sweating, but he couldn’t hold the ink night, and no one could catch it.
Zhou Yu had a bit of sympathy with Carlos, so he said: "Ink night, you have to be a little bit."
In the night, I saw Zhou Yu’s eyes, and I missed my head unhappy, and did not move.
Carlos finally measured the length of the ink night, and said with amazement: "It is three centimeters longer. This growth rate is too fast!"
Not just Carlos, even Zhou Yu was stunned.
The length of the last measurement of the ink night has not been more than three days, this guy is actually longer?
What is the growth rate?
"Ink night, you may have entered the developmental period! So it grows so fast!" Carlos wanted to touch the head of the ink night, but the ink night quickly ran away.
"Development period? No? It hasn't been a few months since birth!"
"Don't use human growth time to measure Nibelung's creatures. The creatures here have a very short growing season, but their maturity can last for thousands or even tens of thousands of years," Carlos said.
"That is... you will grow up soon?" Zhou Yu deliberately used his toes to lick the chin of the night, and the ink night ran away uncomfortably. "It seems that in a few days, you are independent." The man is too, can't be spoiled by me."
"In addition to the length of the body, we hope to get some ink night saliva, blood and a sample of the fluff on its back." Carlos pleaded to look at Zhou Yu.
"I will try it, but I guess the night will not be happy." Zhou Yu Chao inked the night and waved, and the ink night certainly understood what Carlos was saying, so he was far away, but it was not.
Zhou Yu is close to the ink night, and the ink night retreats to other places. The meaning of rejection is obvious.
Zhou Yu could only sigh and said to Carlos: "I'm sorry... it's not willing to do anything, even if I can barely..."
Carlos nodded. "It is not easy to see the living night spirit. We can put the sampling on first, but for the intelligence of the night spirit, we want to have a comprehensive understanding. I can understand what you are saying... Of course, I can understand many people's words. I want to know its intelligence level and whether it really has the ability to communicate with us. Everything is like a game for the ink night."
Zhou Yu looked at the ink night and said with a good voice: "Don't smoke your blood, don't pull your hair, just play some games. What do you think?"
This night is close to some.
Carlos raised his hand: "Come with me!"
There are many toys in front of Carlos.
"Since the night of the night can understand human beings and have certain logic skills, let's play some complicated games. Have you seen it, ink night, this is the Rubik's cube. You can put this cube into the same color on all sides. Is Carlos holding a magic cube that has been spelled out in the same color to show the ink night?
Zhou Yu thinks this is too complicated, that is, adults may not be able to do it.
But for Carlos, it is not really necessary to complete the Rubik's Cube in the night, just to test whether it has a logical thinking similar to humans.
The ink night showed a very interesting expression, and its two small claws hugged the Rubik's cube and fiddled. Because the claws are not as flexible as the human fingers, they occasionally use the nose to arch and use the hind legs to top.
But Carlos can see that the ink night is really trying to make the cube become a single-sided color.
I thought that the night of the ink had to be played for a long time. Carlos went to make two cups of coffee. Just handed one of them to Zhou Yu’s hand. Zhou Yu raised his chin and said,
The ink night is finished.

"Complete...what?" Carlos turned his back and was completely shocked.
Ink night yawned and squatted, the Rubik's cube was thrown aside, and all the faces were spelled.
"It is smarter than me." Zhou Yu pointed to himself and said with a smile.
While laughing, I was also surprised by the intelligence of the ink night.
Carlos did a few more difficult tests, including Harvard University's graphical IQ test.
And the ink night refreshed the new height that Carlos understood about it, and the ink night almost did all the graphic problems.
Carlos was so excited that in his heart he was shocked to put the ink night into a high IQ species.
"So what about the text? Maybe you can understand the words in the night!"
After that, Carlos went to find a few whiteboards.
He asked Zhou Yu to write his Chinese name on the whiteboard, and then pointed to the word board and said: "Ink night, this is the name of Zhou Yu, do you see it clearly?"
Ink night stretched his neck, looked very carefully, and nodded.
Carlos was very excited. He erased all the words on the whiteboard, and then asked Zhou Yu to write many other words on the paper. For example, the words similar to Zhou Yu’s name, Zhou Yu’s name, Carlos will order the paper. Disrupted, laid in front of the ink night: "Ink night, can you find the name of Zhou Yu?"
In the night of the night, Carlos looked at Carlos. Carlos thought that the night was not understood, but the ink came to the white paper. The first one found Zhou Yu’s
Zhou
and then
The word "御" was also found, and there was no hesitation.
Carlos hugged Zhou Yu: "God, since the night spirit can learn characters! And the learning ability is stronger than the average human!"
Chinese is so complicated, there are so many similar words, but the night can be discerned.
Zhou Yu stayed there and looked at the ink night. Does this mean that he can teach the ink night to know the word, and then he may know what the ink night is thinking?
Carlos also plans to design a more complex test method. Zhou Yu borrowed a few books from Carlos before he left.
On this road, Zhou Yu’s face was calm, but his heart was full of excitement.
He has a sense of excitement that the ink night can finally communicate in a human way.
Back in the bedroom of the bedroom, the ink night jumped directly onto the bed, and nestled in the pocket of Zhou Yu as usual.
"Ink night, which book do you like?" Zhou Yu raised his hand and touched the head of the ink night. Although it was still a habitual movement, Zhou Yu felt very directly that the ink night really grew up.
This makes Zhou Yu inexplicably produce the illusion that he is aging.
auzw.com
Ink night stretched out his front paws, turned the books over, and looked at his head as if he could understand it.
Finally, it held down a copy of it.
"Is this?" Zhou Yu did not think that the ink night would choose an old book.
He also thought that the other pages of the ink night would look more vivid.
Ink night shot again with his claws, meaning that it was sure of this.
"You can really choose, "Zhu Shenghao Collection." Do you know who Zhu Shenghao is?"
Ink night shook his head, but he was looking forward to using his head to smash Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu picked up the ink night and opened the book in front of it. The inscription on the first page made Zhou Yu live, because the signature was "Song Zhi".
It seems to be self-disciplined but it makes people feel full of emotions. This is totally different from the words that Zhou Yu imagined belong to Song.
He thought that the word of Song Zhi would carry a kind of coolness like a machine, but it was not.
Zhou Yu opened the first page, and suddenly there was an illusion to explore the inner world of Song.
Ink night shot the hand of Zhou Yu, as if to say: "Why don't you read it to me?"
Zhou Yuqing cleared his throat and used the sound of no mood fluctuations: "Don't be old, you must be very cute when you are old. And if you are ten years old, I am ten years old, and the world is ten years old. God is ten years old. Everything is the same."
This is the first time Zhou Yu read Zhu Shenghao's article, but inexplicably, he felt that this book was deliberately chosen by the ink night.
Ink night seems to know what Zhou Yu is thinking.
All this seems to be reading the ink night, but it is more like the ink night telling Zhou Yu, it does not care about the long time between his long life and Zhou Yu's short life. It is willing to go with him.
Zhou Yu suddenly felt calm and sensible, and he was ridiculous.
Ink night... How could it... It is not human. He is from another world, and it belongs to Nibelungen.
In the night of the ink, Zhou Yu stopped, and suddenly turned his head and rubbed Zhou Yu's chin with his tongue. It seemed to be comforted. Zhou Yu woke up.
"Okay, okay, let's continue." Zhou Yu touched the head of the ink night, deliberately resting his chin on the top of the ink night.
"I am only willing to use this inspiration to communicate with each other, to bring comfort to each other, like the glory of a meteor, to shine my tired nightmare. Forever a comfort... even when parting..."
Zhou Yu suddenly subconsciously guessed, if when his employment period is up, when he goes back, can he and the ink night be able to say goodbye?
"...wake up and feel that I love you."
Zhou Yu couldn't help but smile and hold her eyes.
His fingertips poked the wings of the ink-sucking night: "Do you know what love is? What is the use of this for you..."
Love is an abstract concept. From the daily conversations between Zhou Yu and other human beings, Mok night can understand what the bed is, what is the book, who is Zhou Yu, but who can't understand what it can't describe and how can it be understood?
When Zhou Yu turned his eyes on the night, he stopped.
I used to think that the eyes of the ink night are beautiful, clear to the extreme... and now its eyes are like the amber sea, deep enough to drown everything.
The ink night stretched out his neck and touched it on Zhou Yu's lips. It seems to be answering Zhou Yu, in fact, it understands everything.
Zhou Yu’s world trembled.
"You are a little thing, good not to learn! They said that they must not be intimate with their loved ones!" Zhou Yu forced the head of the ink night into the quilt.
The ink night struggled.
Zhou Yu knows that his strength is not as good as that of ink night. It just enjoys playing with Zhou Yu.
Suddenly, the wings of the ink night opened, like a embrace, wrapped Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu’s hands were on both sides of the ink night, and he was completely stunned.
When did the wings of the ink night grow so big?
The eyes of the ink night smashed up, like laughing. Zhou Yu knows what this guy means: I used to hold me in the past, and now I can finally hold you!
Zhou Yu sat up with a funny smile and looked at the ink night and said, "If you grow up again, you can't hold you here. You have to go to sleep outside the corridor."
In the night, Zhou Yu looked at Zhou Yu. He seemed to take his words seriously and immediately curled up to prove that he did not occupy the place.
Zhou Yu’s smile is even bigger.
This also made him inexplicably sentimental. He can feel some kind of tacit understanding between himself and the ink night. If he and Zhou Qing can talk and laugh like this, it would be fine.
He and Zhou Qing knew each other and respected each other. It was only after Zhou Qing became a university professor devoted to research, he often performed some dangerous tasks, and the topics between the two were less and less.
"You said, how can I communicate with you who can't even talk to you?" Zhou Yu looked at the ink night and suddenly felt that the problem was magical.
In the night, the ink opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Yu lazily, indicating that he completely despised the problem.
The next day, there was no task for the time being, and Zhou Yu took a walk in the movable area with the ink night. Now if someone sees the ink night, there will be no obvious conflict or fear.
Zhou Yu came to the research department of Zhou Qing. He wanted to go in and see him, but found that his fingerprint could not pass. I don't know if Zhou Qing did not set him as a daily visitor, or because of the confidentiality policy of Juli Group.
"Let's go, let's go see Carlos."
Mentioning Carlos, the night is not very happy.
Zhou Yu knees in front of the ink night and touches his head.
"In the night, Carlos is actually pretty good to you."
Do not open his head in the night, it seems to say: I despise his pile of mentally handicapped tests.
Despite the unwillingness of the ink night, Zhou Yu still wants to know what level of Carlos's research on the remains of the remains of the night spirit, although it is reasonable to say that he should not care about such problems.
Carlos was very happy when he saw the ink night. He lowered his body and smiled and told the ink night: "You will have the same kind. You want it to be a brother, or a pretty girl?"
Ink night is not interested in this issue, and even somewhat disgusted. It turned to Zhou Yu's back and fell down.
"Ink night seems to have never wanted us to bring samples back. So Dr. Carlos, you must be careful when studying. I always worry about any problems."
Carlos smiled. "Now we have determined that the ink night has a high IQ. Maybe its dissatisfaction is that it does not want another night spirit to replace it. Is it going to be the first in Zhou Yu's heart forever? Like some children, it’s clear that parents don’t want their brothers and sisters to take care of their parents.

Zhou Yu laughed.
Carlos waved to Zhou Yu, Zhou Yu slightly lowered, Carlos whispered: "I will take you to see our current research progress."
"Can this be?" Zhou Yu asked in surprise.
"Of course." Carlos looked at the night, "but don't go in the night. I'm afraid it's excited to destroy."
The most half sentence is like a joke.
The ink night was dissatisfied and slammed outside the door, and Zhou Yu followed Carlos into the door.
An embryo is cultured in a fully enclosed transparent. It is very small and small, with its eyes closed and curled up inside, as if it is wrapped in the amniotic fluid in the mother's body, showing a slightly transparent color, which looks like a puncture will burst. Look carefully at it, although it is not very clear, but it is very similar to the ink night.
The heart of Zhou Yu jumped inexplicably, which is not the joy of seeing the progress of the research. It is an inexplicable disgust, and even Zhou Yu himself does not know why this kind of resistance is his own.
"It's very interesting... life is really wonderful. And we created it..."
Carlos’ eyes were full of expectations.
Zhou Yu smiled lightly and talked about the topic: "Do you have any tests for ink nights today?"
"Oh, of course." Carlos came back. "It’s a strength test. You said that even a helicopter can’t cross the storm caused by the sea gold, but the ink night can. We want to know, ink. How big is the power of the night."
"Just like this?" Zhou Yu asked.
"Yes. Is there any problem with this?"
"If you want to sample to compare the creature you made, the ink night will not cooperate." Zhou Yu said.
In the eyes of Carlos, there was a glimpse of the shackles that Zhou Yu had pierced.
When the ink night arrived, the resistance was very high, and the anesthetic gas did not work for it. Carlos could not successfully sample it.
The current ink night, good mood may be a series of intelligence or thinking logic test of Carlos as a game to play with them, but to move things on it, even a small fluff, it will not agree.
"I promise that today is just a strength test." Carlos promised.
Anyway, it’s just "today."
Zhou Yu opened the door and saw the ink night boring on the ground. When he heard Zhou Yu’s footsteps, he straightened up and followed Zhou Yu’s body.
The author has something to say: This is the confession of the ink night~