Chapter 134: Pandora's Box (15)

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The purple potion was slowly injected into the body of the king's child.
After being injected with the medicine, the child held by Wang Zizi made a crying cry, and everyone's eyes stayed on this little life. The sensory metal detector attached to the child's skin also gradually changes color with the child's crying.
Wang Zizi and everyone were relieved.
The child cried for about half an hour and then fell asleep. At this time, the color on the metal detector has clearly told everyone that the child has an ability, although he does not know the type of power.
At the same time, Chen Liguo heard the prompt of the system.
The system said: "Full, let's go."
Chen Liguo said: "Go! The next world!"
System: "Do you really want to leave that book to the White Smoke House?"
Chen Liguo said: "Of course, this is my love for him."
System: "..." You fart.
The system did not speak, Chen Liguo still ushered in the darkness in front of him.
The White Smoke House, who attended the Wang Zizi’s birthday, returned to his residence. He pushed in and saw He Chen worry lying on the sofa, looking like he was sleeping, and a hard-skinned black notebook was neatly placed on his chest.
"He Chen worry?" Baiyanlou's voice is somewhat doubtful. He Chen's sleep has always been shallow, and he generally wakes up when he hears the sound of his coming back to open the door.
But this time no, he will never wake up.
He Chen worried about his eyes, his sleep is like a sleep, but his soul has left the world forever.
When Baiyanlou noticed that He Chen was not breathing and temperature, the whole person was in the same place. He slowed down for a long time before he slowly came over, slowly approaching He Chen, and the hand that slowly extended was actually a little trembling.
"He Chen is worried." The voice of Baiyanlou was also dumb. He said, "What are you...?"
Seeing that He Chen is already cold and has seen the white smoke building of countless dead people, how can he not know what it means, but he prefers his own judgment to be wrong.
The expression of Baiyanlou seems to be solidified. After a long time, he trembles and screams He Chen into his arms.
"What happened to you?" Bai Yanlou said, "How come you sneak first."
No answer, where can the dead talk?
The black notebook slipped from the chest of He Chen's worry and slammed on the floor to make a dull reverberation. Baiyanlou only put his attention on this book.
What will be in the notebook, is it a complaint against him, is it a sad regret, or what other content? The white smoke floor slammed something on the chest and shook his hand and opened the black book.
The first page of the book is written with the formula of the medicament, very detailed, and each note is marked one by one.
The words of He Chen worry are the same as his own, handsome and neat, with a little indifference.
The white smoke floor hand has shaken to the point where he can't control. He bows his head and puts his forehead against He Chen's head, making a whimper like a wild beast.
Baiyanlou thought, He Chen worried, you won, you finally left here, leaving the that is holding you.
He smashed a cigarette, and it took a long time to ignite, and then took a deep breath, which gave him the strength to open the second page. However, when he saw what was drawn on the paper, he became a rigid sculpture.
Until a drop of water stained on the paper, the white smoke building seemed to wake up from the stiffness.
He flustered and wiped the water stains with a piece of paper, and muttered in his mouth: "How is there water?"
Of course, there is water. This tearful person is not a transparent liquid on the cheek.
The black notebook is drawn with a picture. The person in the picture is familiar with the white smoke building - no one is more familiar with him, because that is him.
Smile him, angry him, angry him, indifferent to him.
One by one, the scene, so vivid, anyone who can see the painting, in the end hold a deep and forbearing love.
In the last picture, two people were drawn.
Both stood and held hands together. One person was slightly biased and wanted to kiss another person's cheek. The person being kissed showed a sweet smile on his face and a thin blush on his face.
Baiyanlou bent over in pain.
Obviously, there was no injury. The internal organs seemed to be suffering from sulfuric acid. He felt that he could not even breathe. He would suffocate and die in the next second.
However, he finally slowed down.
Baiyanlou turned the last page backwards and saw the back of the last page, full of dense fonts.
He had some flowers in his eyes, and he couldn’t see what he had written for a while, but the picture in front had destroyed his soul.
Baiyanlou never knew that losing He Chen’s worries would make him so painful, and the source of this kind was the depth of the soul, which made him unable to understand.
At this time, the face of Baiyanlou, and He Chenxiu held in his arms, are also almost the same.
However, he still has to work hard to find an answer - why He Chen worry why he will die.
Baiyanlou smoked a pack of cigarettes. The room was full of smog. He paralyzed his nerves and finally managed to dial the communicator.
"People are coming," he said. "It’s going on."
The person who answered the communicator had never heard of the tone of the White Smoke House, and felt bad for a while, so the others came soon. I saw the white smoke building that was pale and numb, and He Chen, who had no interest in life.
"Check." Looking at everyone, Bai Yanlou said, "Check He Chen worry how to die."
Until then, Baiyanlou was still holding a trace of luck, he wondered if someone would kill He Chenwei and forged a notebook. If there is a murderer, then his desperation may have a venting object, he will grab the man and let him regret why he is alive.
But the truth has always been cruel, and sometimes it is more cruel than imagined.
Baiyanlou was suicidal because of why he was worried, but not, the results came out the next morning.
The person who handed the inspection report to Baiyanlou was a little shivering, carefully handing a few thin sheets of paper over.
Baiyanlou did not look at it, but instead lit up a flue and asked: "What reason."
The man swallowed and said: "He, Professor He, suffering from genotype hemolysis."
Genotype hemolysis, the terminal illness of the world, even if it uses all medical means and drugs, it is only a few years of life.
Bai Yanlou said: "Impossible." How is it possible? He Chen worry if he really suffers from this disease, why not tell him? !
The man was scared and crying by the expression of Baiyanlou. He trembled: "I, let's check it again."
However, Baiyanlou said: "No need." He knew that the result would not go wrong, but he could not accept this fact.
He Chen worry is not suicide, but time is up.
People with genotype hemolysis will become lethargic, have a long nosebleed, and their physical condition will become bad. Baiyanlou now recalls that these symptoms are so obvious in He Chen's body, but he seems to have never noticed.
Bai Yanlou said: "Let's go out, I want to stay alone with him for a while."
The man nodded and turned and went out.
Bai Yanlou took a deep breath and slowly walked into the room where He Chen’s body was placed.
He Chen, who was placed in the crystal coffin, seemed to be sleeping. He closed his eyes and looked calm. His face was slightly whiter and there was almost no change.
The hand of Baiyanlou was wearing a special glass and rubbing the face of He Chen.
"Why don't you tell me?" Bai Yanlou asked him, "Is it not worth it?"
He Chen worry can never answer this question of Baiyanlou.

When did you start painting?
Bai Yanlou said,
I know you are going to die, so deliberately draw to retaliate against me?

A moment of silence.
Baiyanlou smiled desperately. He said, "If you really think so, then He Chen worried that I told you that you have succeeded."
Really successful.
The black notebook is like a dagger, constantly smashing into the most vulnerable part of the white smoke building, stirring up the blood of the white smoke building.
Baiyanlou said: "Do you want me to accompany you?"
Perhaps he was too hard, and there were several obvious cracks in the glass.
When Bai Yanlou saw this, he loosened some strength. He said, "No, I won't let you succeed, He Chen worry, you are a big liar."
The death of He Chenxiao is like a blockbuster in the base, and everyone who is bombing has a dizzy head.
Wang Zizi is also one of them. She can't believe it with others: "He Chen is really dead? Have you seen the body?"
Someone nodded and said, "I saw it, I went to the autopsy."
Wang Zizi said: "What is the cause of death?" When she asked this sentence, the voice was a little trembling.
The man said: "The disease is dead, genotypic hemolysis."
"Why isn't anyone found out?" Wang Yizi is incredible, and the symptoms of this type of hemolysis are very obvious, that is, nosebleeds. However, after saying this, Wang Zizi only noticed his innocence. Who would find it? In this base, He Chen is a different kind. No one cares about his life and death. Only someone cares about his value.
Wang Zizi suddenly felt that he was just a despicable villain. After she had her own life, she almost did not look at He Chen. Only when she was needed, she turned her eyes to He Chen, hoping that he could create a potion that would change the fate of his children.
"How could this be." Wang Zizi was dumb, "White boss, what did he say?"
"White boss... I didn't say anything." The man said, "But it feels not very good."
Wang Zizi said: "Not very good?"
The man said, "Yeah, can't tell that feeling..."
Everyone feels the change of the white smoke building, but it is impossible to describe it. If the former Baiyan Building was ruthless, but it also brought some feelings, then the current white smoke building is a cold and cold monster.
Wang Zizi looked stunned. She felt that all this was too unreal. She seemed to be just dreaming. When she woke up, He Chen could come back.
However, if this is a nightmare, it is destined to wake up.
It stands to reason that the dead person should be buried, but the White Smoke House saved the body of He Chen. The world's technological means are advanced, and it is very easy to save the body.
Others knew the idea of ​​Baiyanlou, and no one dared to persuade him.
Baiyanlou was sneer and said to He Chenyou: "Don't you just want to leave me? I won't let you do it."
So he moved the equipment to save the body into his house, and he and his body were companions day and night.
Although He Chen is dead, the formula left behind is in the hands of Baiyanlou, and his position in the base is more stable.
The new formula can transform 100% of ordinary people into abilities, and the government's attitude toward white salt is more tolerant - who does not want to be a versatile person.
Baiyanlou knows the joints well and does not mass-produce the drug. He does not need so many abilities, he only needs to hold them firmly in his hands.
White salt began to invade the top forces in the world, and the potion was hard currency.
In the white smoke building that became the of the original world, stepping on the altar in this world step by step, just use the method, be gentle.
If it is said that Baiyanlou did not read what was written on the last page of the black-skinned notebook, then his memory of He Chen’s worry is probably all beautiful.
However, when Baiyanlou finally calmed down from the great grief and turned over the notebook again, he almost tore the notebook.
The last page of the notebook is full of names.
At first glance, these names are all from the base, and they are all men.
There is a number after each name. At the beginning of the White Smoke Building, I didn’t understand what these numbers meant. Until one day, he and one of them went to the toilet together.
The two untied the zipper of the pants, and the white smoke building glanced in the direction of the man.
Just this eye, let the white smoke building suddenly realize, and then almost did not bomb the entire base - He Chen worried notebook finally, actually recorded the size of most men in the base, white smoke, crazy, if not the last trace Reason, he may kill all the people in the base.
He Chen worry, deceived himself, his power is not a clairvoyance at all, but the most unacceptable perspective of Baiyanlou.
For the buddy who went to the toilet with Baiyanlou, that day was a nightmare.
He saw his boss turned his head and looked at his little brother, then suddenly worried and bombed the toilet. If he didn't run fast, he would have to pay for it.
Baiyanlou stood on the ruins, sullenly pulled his zipper on the zipper, and then returned to the room, staring at the body of He Chen's wreck.
He Chen's face is still serene, and the White Smoke Building even seems to see a smile on his mouth.
On that day, the chicken in the white salt jumped.
No one knows what happened to their boss's white smoke building today. Why do you see a person and get angry?
Baiyanlou really wants to blow up. His memory is extraordinary, so he can clearly remember all the contents written by He Chen in his book.
Someone greeted the White Smoke House, and the White Smoke House turned his head and saw a face in his face: 16:
White Smoke House: "..."
The man was scared by the fierce eyes of the White Smoke House and said: "White and white boss, what happened to you?"
Bai Yanlou smiled: "It's okay."
That person: "..."
Baiyanlou: When I think that this person has been seen by He Chen, it is like how to cut off his part.
The man’s pants were cold—he didn’t know why he would have a cold pants. He trembled quickly:
White and white boss, I still have something to do, first and foremost.
He slid and said he ran quickly. It is.
Bai Yanlou looked at his back and raised his eyes. He thought, He Chen worried that he would also look at this man’s ass...
All in all, the data left by He Chen’s worries almost did not destroy the white salt.
Fortunately, the white smoke building in this world is not the extreme power of the original world line. He forced himself to calm down and did not use the power to clean the entire base.
However, although he did not do so, Baiyanlou also practiced this incident countless times in his heart. During that time, he saw who was murderous, everyone was quiet and chicken, and he was afraid of stimulating him.
Bai Yanlou said to He Chen worry: "You can, even tortured me so much."
He Chen worried face and peace.
Bai Yanlou said: "I am mad at death."
He Chen worry is still silent.
Bai Yanlou said: "It’s sad to die."
He took a breath and said lowly: "You come back, you are back, you want to do whatever you want." Even if your power is perspective, I don't blame you, you want to go anywhere.
However, He Chenxi has already gone to the place he wants to go to. In the end, Baiyan Building has no way to reverse life and death.
Some people are gone, but the days are still going on.
Everyone was aware of the changes in the White Smoke House, but they were unable to change.
Baiyanlou is still rational, he rationally develops white salt, and controls everything rationally.
Wang Xiezi’s child is six years old. It is a lively age. In recent years, there have been many newborns in the base. Some of them have abilities, some do not, but they are all the most precious resources in white salt.
Wang Xizi is alive in the shackles. She always felt that if he was concerned about He Chen more at that time, he would not die alone.
Wang Shuzi’s husband advised her, even if she found out, the genotype of hemolysis is terminally ill, and it is necessary to go sooner or later.
Wang Zizi said: "But it can be later..."
Her husband said: "But are you sure he wants to go later?" The treatment used in the later stages of hemolysis is extremely painful, and many people want to give up.
But if Baiyanlou knew the illness of He Chen, how could he agree to let He Chen worry about giving up his life. Even if it is over-treated, Baiyanlou will not let He Chen worry to leave easily.
Wang Zizi hanged her head and said, "I can't let go."
So the husband did not persuade, but sighed low and touched her head.
Can not let go, not only Wang Yizi alone.
As the position of the White Smoke Building is higher and higher, more and more people are being sent to him.
There were times when it was stuffed into his room, but in general, when people found a body in the room of the White Smoke Building, the whole person would be a little uncomfortable.
The White Smoke House did not catch these people, so he took a cigarette and sat on the sofa with people.
He said: "I often dreamed of him after he left."
The little boy who was sent was a bit ugly. He smiled and said, "Mr. Bai is really long-lasting."
Bai Yanlou said: "Yes, he said the same thing. He came back last night. I saw him standing on the bed in a blink of an eye."
The little boy smiled a little.
Bai Yanlou said: "The appearance is a little changed, that is, the face is white, and there is no pupil, but I still like him."
The little boy’s smile was completely frozen. He felt that the room was a bit cold, and even the white smoke building that should have been pleasing to the eye, became a bit sneaky.
Bai Yanlou said: "The hands and feet are also a little puffy, and the nails are gone...but it has no effect." His tone is so lingering, as if he had seen his dead lover with his own eyes.
The little boy’s legs were a bit soft and he didn’t even dare to look in the direction of the White Smoke Building.
Bai Yanlou said: "So you have to stay with me tonight?"
"I won't bother Mr. Bai." The little boy hurriedly said, "Goodbye!"
The White Smoke House was filled with smoke, watching him hurried away, and then mocked.
"He Chen worry, you look, they are afraid of you." Bai Yanlou said, "But I am not afraid, even if you become a ghost, it must be a good bully."
"But I am tired." Bai Yanlou opened the glass and printed a kiss on He Chen's lips. He said, "I am so tired."
He Chen worry is still the appearance of his departure, his face is serene, his expression is indifferent, as if after a few days, he will suddenly wake up.
But Baiyanlou has already made it clear that waking up is just the illusion of He Chen’s worry, his lover will not open his eyes again.
The tenth year of the establishment of white salt has become a legal organization of the global legal power. There are tens of thousands of abilities in the organization, but because there are detailed restrictions and restrictions, and the number has been limited to a controllable range, not only does not cause panic, but it is harmonious with the people.
Baiyanlou began to gradually hand over his affairs and faded out of white salt.
Two years later, Baiyanlou was missing.
When the white salt found that the white smoke building was missing, there was still a panic. Some people suspected that white salt would be in chaos, but it was only after a while that the white smoke building had arranged everything when it left. All right.
He left a letter to everyone, and there was only one sentence in the letter: I am leaving, don't look for me.
At this point, no one has ever seen Baiyanlou, he became a legend in the organization of white salt.
Wang Xiezi knows that Baiyanlou is gone. She has two children. The younger one is just four years old.
When she heard the news, her expression was very dull, saying that he might have wanted to leave, but did not let go.
Someone asked him if he didn't put anything down.
Wang Zizi said: "I haven’t let go of everything I have lived with He Chen."
The last thing I wake up from the long dream is not He Chen, but the white smoke floor.
He finally found out that there is no life of He Chen, a nightmare. Now, he has to wake up from this dream.