Chapter 45:

Du You could almost feel the other's palm shaking.
You Haoyu stared at him closely, his ears were red: "Actually I..."
At this moment, the outer door was tapped twice. Follow the prestige, standing at the door is a broker.
The agent was a little shocked when he watched his artist holding the boss's hand.
But at this time, smart people should learn to pretend to be deaf: "Haoyu, Director Wang has finished the play, you should go over."
After such an interruption, You Haoyu calmed down.
He let go of Du You. After a pause, he asked: "When are you leaving?"
Du You thought for a while: "There will be a meeting this afternoon."
That's right away.
You Haoyu was disappointed, but didn't say much. Looking away, he put his hand on the back of his neck: "Anyway...I am very happy that you came here today."
Amber eyes quickly glanced at Du You, then dropped again, "I'll pass first."
Du You watched the youth leave, then looked at the agent who was still standing at the door, and nodded to him.
The agent woke up like a dream.
What did he see just now?
Since he took over for the first time, he has discovered that he is an artist who speaks arrogantly and completely does not understand what "euphemistic and polite" means.
And such a guy will show that kind of expression that can be called "shy"?
Du You saw the man staring at himself: "What's wrong."
The agent realized how impolite he was, and bowed hurriedly. After saying hello, he also hurriedly left the scene.
When Du You and Assistant Xiao left, the shooting was still in full swing.
The two got in the car, and the heating in the car was much warmer than the studio.
Du You sat in the back row, a little drowsy.
Then he heard a voice.
"Batch 212."
"Somehow, one person survived."
"But it's not a success." The male voice sounded a little painful, and his figure gradually became clear from chaos.
The man was dressed in a white coat, and the other people in the room who communicated with him also dressed the same.
These people did not notice, the door to the room was hidden. A child who seemed to be learning to walk was against the wall, peering through the door.
The white coat covered his face with his hands: "The organs are failing every year. Even if the ability is developed, he will not live to be 18 years old. Does this make any sense."
"Restart the experiment." Another person curled his fingers and tapped on the table. "Find out the cause of the failure and adjust the composition of the nutrient solution. Next time, it must succeed."
"We don't have much time.".
The child seems to have grown taller. But it was still the same action, peeking inside the door.
Now I changed a place. Several sophisticated instruments were placed inside. Adults wore exactly the same clothes and were busy talking, recording, and manipulating the instruments.
At this moment, he was grabbed by the shoulder.
"What are you doing here, this is not where you should be."
The person who caught him was also wearing a white coat.
The child did not resist and was led out of the corridor. Then, he returned to the small room he had stayed in, about ten square meters.
No one can talk in a boring place.
Even though they went out, the adults seemed to disdain to talk to him.
Soon after the white coat left, he jumped out of bed again and ran out.
And this time, he went to a strange place.
It was wider than any place he had seen. The ceiling can hardly be seen, and there is a wide passage in the middle, with countless bottles and cans stacked on both sides.
The can is big, taller than those adults. The bottle is made of glass, and you can see that it is filled with light blue liquid.
And in every bottle, there was a little baby curled up. Hold your knees, sink and float in the liquid. The umbilical cord is connected to the bottom of the bottle.
The child opened his eyes wide and walked in.
There is not much difference in appearance of the little babies, each one is as ugly as a monkey.
When he walked through the corridor to the end, he found that it was different from other nutrient tanks-at the end of the room, there was a huge glass bottle.
The child approached and stared at the baby floating in the bottle. The opponent seemed to have no gravity, and fell into the water.
Little babies are born from here?
He didn't quite understand. After watching it for a while, it became a bit boring.
After all, none of these guys reacted or interacted.
Just about to leave, the little baby in front of him suddenly opened his eyes.
The whites of the eyes are few, and the pupils are large, causing a cold sweat on the back, and the hair is horrified.
In the light chestnut pupils, the X symbol flickered faintly.
With a crisp sound, the extremely strong bottle burst suddenly. Fragments splashed around, and the child protected his face and stepped back.
But his arms were still inevitably cut by a sharp weapon, and several blood stains were drawn.
The ice-blue nutrient solution splashed all over him, and it was poured into chicken soup. The black hair, blouse, and trousers were wet, dripping with water.
He put down his hand and saw a small baby lying in the middle of the bottom of the bottle with his umbilical cord disconnected and his eyes closed. Just opening his eyes seemed to be just an illusion.
The child walked over, squatted down and picked up the baby, jogging outside.
Soon after leaving the mysterious room, he heard someone calling him from behind.
"Why are you running around again? Didn't you let you stay in the room!" The voice sounded a little sulking.
He stopped and turned around. Hand the little baby to the oncoming adult: "This, it's dying."
The teacher took a step. When the child was clearly embarrassed and still holding the subject, his lips trembled: "You, where are you from..."
Before he finished speaking, the little baby opened his eyes again and looked over blankly.
Obviously he was just an unarmed little baby, but when he met those barely white eyes, the teacher felt a sense of fear in his heart.
Time flies, three years later.
"Is this the third person?"
A man wearing glasses slapped the desktop fiercely: "That kid is terrible, we must apply for scrapping!"
"Scrap? The above is very dissatisfied. It has given us a lot of money and time, but there has been no result. This time, the research is successful, how can it be abandoned! Now only two years, we can still correct and control."
The man with glasses retorted: "What is successful research? That guy has a problem with his head. He has killed three teachers. Who else dares to go!"
As soon as this was said, everyone in the audience was silent.
If you choose "Scrap", the failed project will be terminated immediately. They will be driven out of the institute and lose a safe haven.
And if you continue to let X go, it is likely that more than the three teachers will die.
Although on the surface, the loss caused by "scrap disposal" is greater. But the problem now is that no one wants to sacrifice themselves for the benefit of others.
The meeting remained deadlocked.
At this time, a girl made a weak suggestion: "How about letting Experiment 212 take care of him?"
When the words fell, everyone's eyes focused on her.
Originally, after the successful birth of X, in order to avoid wasting resources, it was necessary to immediately dispose of Subject 212.
However, the subsequent series of appalling actions made by X made them too late to pay attention to the previous subject.
After the girl mentioned it, it suddenly became clear.
Although it was a failed product, its physical fitness was stronger than that of ordinary humans, and it should not be so easy to die. And relatively obedient.
Perhaps, they can really discipline X through No. 212.
Even if No. 212 is killed by X, there is no loss to them.
But considering the troublesome handling after that, they still sincerely hope that the two children who are also experimental subjects can cherish each other.
The child has grown to eight years old. He realized that his place was an experimental institution.
I also realize that adults who are called "teachers" don't have any special feelings for themselves.
Because of the accident two years ago, his travel range was even smaller. Whenever he wanted to sneak out, the device attached to his ankle would provoke an electric current.
"Atrium" is the only place he likes to stay.
It is always spring here, green grass and flowers are in full bloom—although they are fakes made of plastic.
But this does not prevent him from lying on the piercing grass, imagining himself sleeping outdoors.
At this time, he heard footsteps behind him. After sitting up, I looked back and found that the teacher was leading a smaller child walking over.
To be precise, it was holding the chain on the child's wrist.
The child was shorter than him, with light chestnut curled hair. His hands were tied and his eyes were blindfolded.
He got up and looked at the teacher.
"From now on, he will be your brother." The teacher handed him the chain, "As a brother, you have to let him listen to you well."
After saying this, the teacher seemed to be afraid to stay with his brother, and soon left the atrium.
The child watched the teacher leave and looked at his brother again.
He squatted down and pulled away the device that was covering his eyes. When I saw those pale chestnut eyes, I seemed to think of something.
"You were born out of a can?"
"..." Those pale chestnut eyes stared at him closely.
The child touched each other's hair: "Hello, I will be your brother from now on."
"My name is Du You."
...
A sense of crisis hit, Du You opened his eyes quickly.
Although everything that happened in the dream is very real. But the sense of crisis does not come from dreams, but reality.
The commercial vehicle was driving on the highway, but it suddenly slipped and slammed into the fence.
Assistant Xiao sat in the driver's seat and couldn't control the steering wheel.
Du You leaned forward and unfastened the woman's seat belt.
The next second-just a "bang" sound, the front of the car slammed into the railing of the highway. The car lights shattered, and the front body was sunken in.
Even the front window glass cracked due to the huge impact, and the cracks spread like a spider web.
Assistant Xiao closed his eyes nervously, ready to endure the severe pain.
But I only felt that the collar was lifted, followed by suffocating weightlessness. A strong wind blew across his face and then stopped instantly.
Nothing happened.
However, the deafening collision statement was close at hand.
Is she so lucky and not hurt at all?
Assistant Xiao opened one eye first, then opened the other one, staring at the same place.
The scene of the car accident was extremely tragic. But instead of not being in the car, she was standing outside the fence of the highway. Foot stepped on the dirt.
The periphery has not been refurbished, but is still a green area.
She was shocked, but she was unbelievable. He was still in the driver's seat for one second, so why did he suddenly come out the next second?
"Is it all right?"
At this time, Mr. Du's voice rang in his ears.
Assistant Xiao reacted now, he still held his boss' arm tightly, and hurriedly let go: "I, I'm fine!"
She is a little confused.
Could it be that Mr. Du brought himself out? But how is this possible.
Even if Mr. Du is usually strange in some aspects. But the speed is so fast just now, is this something normal humans can do?
She took a peek at President Du.
The man was unscathed, his jet-black eyes were cold. He didn't look at her, but at the scrap car that had become ragged.
She suddenly stunned, then shook her head violently.
I always feel that there are some things that cannot be studied carefully.
At this moment, the other party turned his head and asked: "Why did you bump into it?"
Assistant Xiao calmed down a bit, recalling the scene just now.
She was only driving normally, so she didn't even play the music in order to avoid noise to Mr. Du, and concentrated on driving.
But suddenly, a white shadow suddenly appeared in front of the car. She was taken aback, thinking that someone broke into the highway and wanted to avoid it.
However, the speed was so fast that she could not control it at all, and directly ran into the fence in front.
"White gold?"
"Yes, I remember showing up there." Assistant Xiao said, and stretched his finger over.
But there was no one there, leaving only scary tire tracks on the ground.
Unconsciously, she pushed her glasses.
Could it be that she read it wrong?
But she didn't drink, nor did she drive fatigued. How could she be wrong?
Seeing the woman in confusion, Du You didn't ask any more questions.
After a while, Assistant Xiao returned to his senses and finally took care of dealing with the mess at hand, and first called the police.
Then he asked Du You: "Mr. Du, today's meeting will be cancelled first. I will let the company send another car to pick you up."
Du You shook his head: "No."
"but--"
Although it was an accident, Du You himself was not injured. He looked at Assistant Xiao: "You get off work today and go to the hospital for a check."
"I'm fine!" Assistant Xiao said busy.
Then, he saw the boss's sight shifted down and at his feet.
She followed the line of sight and found that her trouser legs were torn and the scars near her calves were exposed.
She was so shocked that she hadn't noticed before. Now that I saw it, I realized there was a tingling pain.
Du You frowned.
The human body is very fragile, especially women. Although he brought people out in time, he still inevitably caused bruises.
Although it was a bit painful, Assistant Xiao felt it was a trivial matter compared to the tragic car accident: "Mr. Du, I..."
"You can't leave scars on girls." Du You said, "Go to the hospital."
Girl...
This is the first time Assistant Xiao has called himself a girl after he has passed the thirty-year mark. The heart can't help but twitch.
Yes, it was right to Mr. Du. She went to the hospital immediately! .
Due to the car accident, Du You was late. When the meeting is over, the time is approaching eight o'clock.
The sky was dark outside, and night fell. Because the group does not advocate overtime, most floors of the entire building are darkened at this time.
Du You returned to the office and cleaned up. Turn off the light and go out, but happened to collide with someone outside. The opponent raised his right hand, as if he was about to knock on the door.
Du You: "Have you not returned yet."
Qin Ge bent his eyes: "I'm waiting for you."
The two were in the same place, and Du You didn't mind sending each other a ride. As soon as he was about to contact the driver, Qin Ge said, "He has already left, and I will send you back."
Hearing this, Du You turned his head and looked over.
Although Qin Ge had a smile on his face, it was a little unusual compared to usual.
"And from now on, I will also pick up my brother."
Du You: "..."
Du You: "What's wrong with you?"
However, Qin Ge turned a deaf ear and looked at Du You tenderly with a pair of light chestnut eyes: "It should have been done this long ago. Otherwise, my brother would not get involved in a car accident."
When he heard the news, he immediately wanted to rush to the scene. But because of the status of "interns", those so-called "predecessors" were left behind.
Seniors, very annoying; the guy who caused his brother to get into a car accident is annoying.
He wanted to take Du You out of this world immediately and return to their place. But Du You was unwilling, he could only compromise temporarily.
This world has too many restrictive rules, and he is willing to endure it for Du You. But he didn't know how long he could endure.
The things that attracted my brother's attention, those who had ulterior motives for my brother, and those who wanted to hurt my brother.
Perhaps one day, he will use his own way to deal with the garbage.
Qin Ge stretched out his hand: "Let's go, brother."
Du You glanced at the hand wearing the black leather glove and raised his eyes: "What do you want to do?"
Qin Ge's smile remained unchanged.
Du You: "As I said, you are not allowed to take action against people here."
"..."
Qin Ge knew from the beginning that his amnesiad brother had no feelings for him.
But he didn't care.
So he didn't withdraw his hand, still looking at Du You with a smile. It's just that the fingertips are cold, and the whole body is soaked in cold water.
At this time, I heard: "You were born from a can?"
Hearing this, Qin Ge's mouth froze, his eyes widened slightly.
Du You: "If you are my brother, you should listen to your brother."
The office building was cold at night, and their shadows were reflected on the white wall behind them.
Qin Ge stared straight at Du You, almost forgot in the blink of an eye.
Du You: "Answer."
Qin Ge seemed to have only learned to breathe, and his five fingers began to tremble invisibly.
"Yes, I will obey."