Chapter 43: power

"We really don't understand why this attachment to the night is yours?" Carlos said with a funny smile.
Zhou Yu raised his finger and replied half-jokingly: "Because I am the food and clothing parent?"
Ink night seemed to be very dissatisfied with Zhou Yu’s words. From the back, he hit Zhou Yu, and Zhou Yu was a beggar. When he turned back, he saw the ink face and looked at him sideways.
This is its angry expression.
Zhou Yu smiled helplessly. For the ink night, Zhou Yu is not just a person who can feed its blood. There seems to be some kind of embarrassment between them, starting from the first sight of Zhou Yu and the ink night.
At the place where the test came, Carlos handed a special rope to Zhou Yu's hand: "Let the ink hang on the rope at night, and force the instrument forward to test its power."
"This?" Zhou Yu is not sure if the ink night will match, because this seems to Zhou Yu, a bit like a chain on the pet.
"Otherwise there is no way to test it..." Carlos answered helplessly.
Zhou Yu also wanted to know how much the strength of the ink night was, so he lowered his body and spread the rope with two hands and placed it on the top of the night.
"Ink night, give you this not to catch you or bind you, just want to see how much your strength. If you really don't like it, then don't open your head." Zhou Yu looked at the eyes of the night Say. Zhou Yu carefully felt the mood of the ink night, but if it was a little unhappy, Zhou Yu would not continue.
The ink night did not refuse, but looked up at Zhou Yu.
Its eyes are pious and focused, as if to give their freedom to Zhou Yu to choose.
Zhou Yu’s hand was lifted there.
He is a person who never hesitates. He doesn't know why he always hesitates when he faces the ink night.
"Ink night, it doesn't matter. I will take it for you in a while."
Zhou Yu knows that as long as he is in this base for a day, the study of the ink night will not stop. If the ink night feels that this can't be tolerated, Zhou Yu hopes that it can let go of its attachment to itself and return to the world as soon as possible.
Just like knowing what Zhou Yu was thinking, the ink night lifted the upper body directly and got into the rope.
"Great!" Carlos returned to the monitoring room and was ready to read the data.
"Ink night, come over." Zhou Yu stepped back a few steps.
Ink night pulled the rope up and approached Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu retreated and the ink night continued.
When they came to the center of the test room, the ropes were stretched tightly, and the expression of the ink night was not difficult.
Carlos looked at the degree and widened his eyes: "My God! 12,000 Newtons! The equivalent of 4,575 kilograms of giants!"
Zhou Yu could not hear Carlos's sigh, he just continued to retreat.
This test seems too boring for the ink night.
It suddenly fell on the rope and yawned.
Carlos was anxious, and he knew that the ink night was far from playing his own level.
Zhou Yu clapfully clap his hands: "Ink night, we havetened to end this test, go back to study for you to listen to?"
Ink night passed his head, meaning that no matter how you lick me, I have to play with my little temper.
"I will give you watermelon?"
The ink night still doesn't move, but the expression on the face is obviously: You continue to lick me!
Zhou Yu shook his head with a funny smile.
From an early age, apart from Zhou Qing, who was bullied by classmates, he really didn’t have anyone.
"What can I do?" Carlos wanted to rush out of the monitoring room. When he thought of the night of the night, he only listened to Zhou Yu. The more he was worried, the more likely he was to be proud of it. Carlos could only sit back.
It's like a child playing temper. The more an adult is jealous, the more he has to brush his presence. Sometimes adults ignore him, but they will be obedient.
At this time, the door of the monitoring room was opened.
As soon as Carlos turned back, he saw Song’s pockets coming in.
"What happened?" Song Zhi looked at the data and his eyebrows smashed.
"I want to test how powerful the ink night is, but the ink night is playing with a small temper, Zhou Yu is licking it."
"Hey it? Zhou Yu will spoil it. What do you think is a close to the adult night spirit, like a child, what is the reason for playing a small temper?" Song asked.
Carlos did not think about this problem at all.
Song Zhi did not say a word, turned and walked out.
"What is the reason?" Carlos asked inexplicably.
Song Zhi did not answer.
He came to the test room, just pushed the door open and stood at the door, and said: "Zhou Yu."
"Well? Mr. Song?" Zhou Yu turned around.
Song Zhichao Zhou Yu made a "come over" gesture.
Zhou Yu walked over and was far away from Song Zhi. Song suddenly pulled out his gun and pointed it at Zhou Yu: "Stop!"
Zhou Yu was shocked by the heart, which he did not expect at all.
Song’s expression was very cold, and the hand holding the gun did not tremble.
"Don't come over again, Zhou Yu. I know your gun shooting skills. Now it's my safe distance. If you are close to even a millimeter, I will shoot." Song Zhi's voice is steady and completely rational.
"What the is going on? I don't think I did anything wrong." Zhou Yu looked at Song Zhi.
The ink night, which was still lying on the ground, stood up and was ready to go. A pair of eyes stared at Zhou Yu’s back, and his eyes seemed to pass through Zhou’s body, and Song Zhi was locked.
Song Zhi slightly moved his body, as if to let the ink night see himself.
"Ink night, I counted three times. Either you rushed over to stop me, or... I shot a gun off Zhou Yu's head. The neurotoxin in this bullet worked for a very short time, and there was no first aid time.

Zhou Yu finally understood the purpose of Song Zhi.
"Mr. Song! Are you trying to force the ink night to conduct a strength test? Are you crazy?" Zhou Yu looked into Song Zhi’s eyes. He wanted to understand his attachment, but he could not understand it.
Song Zhi is a complete madman, in order to achieve his purpose, all the best.
"Ink night, this game should be very interesting?" Song Zhi completely ignored Zhou Yu, everything became a confrontation between him and the ink night.
"Ink night, don't care about him! He can't shoot." Zhou Yu looked at Song Zhi's eyes.
Song Zhi always hopes that he will live, so that he can control the ink night. How can he shoot?
Song Zhi’s face showed a cold and cruel smile: "You can give it a try, will I really shoot?"
After that, a bullet rubbed Zhou Yu’s cheek into the wall behind Zhou Yu’s body, and the sound echoed fiercely.
"My God!" Carlos immediately jumped off the chair and rushed to the door.
He must stop this crazy thing.
However, he found that he could not open the door. Song Zhi used his authority to lock the door of the monitoring room.
And the body of the ink night leaned forward, staring at Song Zhi.
"One...two..."
The last number has not yet been counted, as if a comet rushed, driving the air in this room, burning in general, Song was thrown down by a huge force.
"Don't!" Zhou Yu shouted out.
Song Zhi fell to the ground, and the ink night fell on his body, a pair of wings open, ready to pierce the body of Song.
The rope used for strength testing on the night of the night has been broken, popped backwards and hit the wall.
I only heard the cracked sound of the metal, and the entire wall behind it collapsed. Just like an earthquake, Carlos could just see them looking silly.
Song Zhi was surprised. Under normal circumstances, the ink night rushed to himself at such a speed. He should have broken his bones, but the power he had fallen down was no different from being pushed hard. How does the ink night control its strength and speed?
And the eyes staring at Song Zhi are indifferent and arrogant, as if threatening its Song is like jumping a clown.
I am the king of this world.
And you, but the ants that I stepped on under my feet.
Only those who have been selected by me and who have been identified by me have the right to survive.
During the short half-second silence, Song Zhi felt like he had experienced a long conversation.
Zhou Yu came down and picked up Song’s side, and the weight, there could be no bullets in the magazine.
"Let him get up, ink night." Zhou Yu calmly opened.
The ink night did not move, still pressing Song Zhi.
"He really didn't plan to kill me. There were no bullets in the gun." Zhou Yu said.
The ink night is still motionless.
Song’s rimless glasses fell to one side and have been broken.
There was no expression on his face: "Carlos, what is the reading?"
Carlos was completely stupid, and he was still there.
Song Zhiyang raised his voice: "Carlos - Degrees!"
Carlos woke up and rushed to the computer.
That number made his pupil open and he couldn't speak for a long time.
auzw.com He licked his eyes and reacted for a long time: "More than 500,000 Newtons."
Song Zhi’s lips slowly rose, and he looked at Zhou Yu:
Your ink night is really unusual. 500,000 Newtons, such a small body is brewing such great strength, you really don’t feel terrible. ?"
Zhou Yu looked down and looked at Song Zhi indifferently: "Is there anything more terrible than our human beings?"
The ink night slowly receded, leaving room.
Song Zhi sat up and smiled while holding his own eyes.
Zhou Yuchao’s night raised his chin:
We went back.

After the night of the ink, he stayed behind and looked at Song Zhi. Song Zhichao waved his hand.
A few minutes later, Song Zhi stood up and sorted out his suit hem and cuffs, directly across the cracked wall and came to Carlos.
"Song...Mr. Song... Are you okay?"
Being hit by such power, Song is still alive, how to think is a miracle.
"Do I look like a ghost?" Song said.
Carlos swallowed, and Song Zhi reached his hand in front of Carlos, slowly opening, and there were a few fluff.
"This is the night of the ink!" Carlos showed a pleasant expression.
Before the ink night, they did not let them sample, but Song Zhi got the sample in this way, which is really exciting.
"I am going to take the sample container!"
At that moment, the black fluff that touched the air quickly turned white and turned into a nearly translucent silver scale.
Song’s fingers trembled and his eyes widened.
The blink of an eye, the silver scales turned into a powder.
"How... how could this be?" Carlos was stupid.
"In this way, the gene will be destroyed. Unless we get its bones or blood samples, just the epidermis or hair, the result will be like this."
Song Zhi flipped his palm and was about to drop the ashes in his hand. Carlos quickly took the sample container and caught it.
"Even if the gene is destroyed, maybe we can still find out what!" Carlos was distressed.
"No, you can't get anything." Song took a clap and turned and left.
As he walked, his brows tightened tighter.
"Zhou Yu...will you... please don't be as self-explanatory as I am..."
Song reluctantly chuckled and returned to his office. He took the needle, pierced the vein in his left arm and took the blood, then opened the safe hidden under the table, inside which was a low-temperature safe, and put a bag of blood into it.
"...you can live for a long time, but I will never leave you enough." Song Zhiyang raised his face and leaned against the back of his chair, showing a tired expression.
Followed by Zhou Yu back to the ink night in the room, there was some tension, as if he was worried that Zhou Yu would suddenly disappear and disappear, and he wanted to stick Zhou Yu all the time.
Zhou Yu held the front claws of the ink night and picked it up. The lower limbs of the ink night just happened to lie on the ground. Zhou Yu could confirm that the ink night grew up a lot.
"Ink night, in fact, Song Zhi just used me to threaten you, not really want to kill me. He is not only testing your strength, but also testing my importance to you, you understand?" Zhou Yu I looked at the eyes of the ink night.
Ink night nodded.
Zhou Yu added: "In the night, you are already very strong. You can hardly hurt your creatures when you leave here. In the outside world, you can live freely."
Ink night seems to dislike this topic and move his head over.
Zhou Yu sighed.
"Now, Song Zhi regards me as the chain that holds you. If you master me, you will master you. He wants to catch some sort of s-class creature, but in my opinion we don't have s-class creatures. The ability to counterbalance, this is a dead end. I don't want you to be a stepping stone on his self-destructive road. Do you understand this?"
Zhou Yu shook the ink night, meaning to look at himself.
Ink night reluctantly looked at Zhou Yu and nodded.
"So, if you have the chance, leave here. Don't worry about me, even if you are not with me, you are my friend. Do you understand? My long-cherished wish is that you can be like other Nibelungen creatures, Live in your own way."
There was a mist in the eyes of the ink night, and its clear eyes became soft.
It nodded and said that he understood the meaning of Zhou Yu. Then, he shook his head and said that he would not do that.
Zhou Yu has no choice.
He found that the night of ink is more stubborn than human beings. In the face of what it recognizes, freedom is nothing worth mentioning.
Ink night pushed the "Zhu Shenghao Collection" to the front of Zhou Yu, Zhou Yu will open the first page, and the claws of the ink night are on a certain sentence, it seems that Zhou Yu is going to read it out.
"I am willing to give up everything, to miss you for the rest of your life..." Zhou Yu's breath lingered in the throat, he touched the back of the ink night, "I understand what you mean, ink night... but this is a love letter. Love letters are written to the people you love. Do you understand the meaning of love?"
Nodded in the night.
Zhou Yu laughed. In a sense, I also love the ink night. It’s just that the love of love and love letters is different. The most difficult thing to explain to the ink night is this abstract meaning.
In the next two weeks, Zhou Yu and Wu Yun barely received new tasks, largely because the research focus of the base was placed on the mature night spirit.
Wu Yun is not going to train new people. He is chatting with Li Qian and Zhou Yu in the restaurant. Li Qian upgraded the base system. Although it was not a field staff or a researcher, Song Zhi was more and more important because he made the base more "safe."
On this day, Wu Yun and Zhou Yu sat in the restaurant, looked up and looked up at the TV with other rested field staff.
Wu Yun and Zhou Yu sat at the table near the TV set. In addition to Li Qian biting the potato chips and sitting with them, the others almost left two or three tables.
Because the ink night is sitting at the table of Zhou Yu.
The movie that was played today is "King Kong."
Unlike the previous "action movie", this movie shows a lot of things in the human world.
The ink night is very fascinating, especially the towering buildings, the moving vehicles, and the details of various human life.
Wu Yun knocked on the table next to the night of the ink, and said: "Ink night, see no, this is the world of your beloved Zhou Yu life."
Zhou Yu hasn't spoken yet, Li Qian has whitened Wu Yun: "Ink night, don't listen to this guy nonsense. There is the United States, Zhou Yu grew up in China."
"What is the difference between China and the United States? Not all human beings?" Wu Yun licked his mouth.
Li Qian ignored Wu Yun and patiently explained to the ink night what is the brand of the car and the car, what is the principle of the engine and so on.
Ink night was very interested and went directly to Li Qian’s side.
This is the first time Li Qian feels the closeness of the ink night, so he is more excited and meticulous to explain to the ink night what is the film, the development of the film industry, and which world-renowned movie stars.
When Wu Yun reached out to Li Qian's potato chips, Li Qian did not notice it. Instead, he raised his claws and slap it on the bag.
"Well, you are a Wu Yun! I dare to steal my potato chips!" Li Qianyi went to Wu Yun.
Wu Yun will receive the hand back: "You are so stingy, Li Qian! Do not remember that we are a life of friendship?"
Li Qian took the potato chips back and replied with hate: "When did we have friendships?"
Wu Yun shook his head: "Hey, ink night... I will teach you a little about the inferiority of human beings, that is, it is easy to share difficulties and to be rich and rich."
"Well?" In the night, Mo Yun looked at Wu Yun with his head, and did not seem to understand the meaning of Wu Yun.
Li Qian took back the little head of the ink night and said seriously: "Wu Yun teaches you not to learn. He is a negative model of human beings, not only poor in character, but also bad luck!"
"Yeah!" The ink night nodded hard and Zhou Yu laughed.
At the end of the movie, King Kong fell from a tall building, and even at the last moment, it still protected its beauty.
The desperation in its gaze made Zhou Yu inexplicably sad.
It seems that the moment of King Kong became a night of ink.
When the movie was over, many people got up and stretched out. The ink night was still in the same place, and looked up, even if the film had no picture, only the subtitles were left.
"The movie of beauty and beast is so boring, can't you broadcast it?" Wu Yun sighed.
Li Qian snorted and he knew what Wu Yun thought was a powerful movie.
The movies here are looped, you can't order them, you can only broadcast what you see.
The next movie is "The Black Hawk Falls." Wu Yun nodded and said: "Although it is not what I want to see most, at least it is more hobby than watching gorillas and beautiful women."
"Hey, gorillas and beauties can't fall in love! Don't teach bad nights!" Li Qian said.
"Ha ha ha, yeah." Wu Yun looked at the ink night, "So the ink night, you and Zhou Yu can not fall in love. You are like the beauty and gorilla in the movie. The gorilla can hold the beauty in Hands, but there won't be an ending."
In the night, Wu Yun looked at the fingers of Wu Yun in the air, and suddenly stretched his neck and bit it down.
Wu Yun Zhang opened his mouth, and finally managed to hold back without screaming.
Zhou Yu did not move in the same place. He actually thought about whether to take the night with him. He worried that the more the ink night knew about the human world, the more he would not leave him.
Li Qian automatically opened the commentary function and explained the background of the film to the ink night. What is the Delta Force, what is the Ranger, and the cause of this street fighting.
The ink night listened very carefully.
It seems to be completely hooked on watching movies.
Li Qian was sleepy when he looked at it. Even if the gunshot sound came from him, he did not respond.
The plot went to a group of soldiers who hid in a private house. One of the soldiers was seriously injured. The medical guards tried to carry out the final treatment for him, but they failed.
I couldn't understand the ink night, so I lifted my paw and pushed Li Qian.
Li Qian blinked and was still very sleepy.
Zhou Yu took the ink night and explained, "The soldier was hit by the femoral artery and lost a lot of blood. The medical guard wanted to hold his femoral artery to stop bleeding, but he failed, so he died."
The ink night shivered a little.
The author has something to say: Zhou Yu began to psychologically build the ink night~