The stranger on the opposite side blinked and pinned a strand behind his ear, his face still expressionless.

"Since the s-type initial machine has been marked by you, I can only settle for the next best thing and cooperate with you. If you do not agree, the difference is only 'erased by me' or 'erased by others', the latter incidentally exposed my risk."

The golden eyes were calm, unable to hear emotions.

"The partnership is simple. You need to act with me as much as possible, provide support, and keep my secrets. In return, I can keep you safe."

Ruan Xian took a breath and forcibly suppressed the offended anger.

The situation was suspicious, and the other party appeared suddenly. He won't be stupid enough to explain his situation obediently, and then repeat one hundred thousand reasons. Now there is only one thing he can be sure of - looking at the dilapidated level of the institute and the sudden leap in weapon technology, he is indeed twelve years later. As for the various anomalies that happened around them, they were weird and weird, and it was not enough to infer the situation of the general environment.

This stranger no doubt aggravated the sense of incongruity with reality.

The appearance of the person who came was really good, even too good. It is more like a virtual perfect image than a real person.

The skin of the person in front of him is delicate and delicate, and the slightly long hair is clean and refreshing. The limbs are slender and strong, and the nails are round and neatly trimmed. The style of the clothes is close to the uniforms on many corpses, with a little faded color, but they are upright and not much damaged, and even the cuffs are very clean.

If there is no relatively stable living environment, it is difficult for people to maintain such a meter.

Maybe it wasn't as bad as I expected.

Ruan Xian squinted at the huge monster corpse in the shadows. The corpse was not far from here, but the man didn't even look at it, and he didn't show any nervousness. He carefully observed the man's equipment and found nothing similar to a weapon.

The high fever on his body has not completely subsided, and after adjusting the posture of his legs for a few seconds, Ruan Xian still has a bit of sluggish thoughts while running wildly.

If this is not some elaborate joke, the strength of the incoming person should be guaranteed. Although the details of the "S-type initial machine" and "marker" are not clear, this does not prevent him from making inferences.

From the point of view of "retreat to the next", the first target of Golden Eyes should be the so-called initial machine. It somehow got involved with itself, and the other party had to cooperate to achieve its goal; as for confidentiality, Ruan Xian could not guess what the golden eye was referring to at present. But looking at the other party's tone, that seems to be something he "should" know.

Neither can be a strong bargaining chip.

If Golden Eye is bound to win the initial opportunity, or is extremely concerned about his own secrets, he will definitely be more cautious in his words. There are many ways to induce, and the other party did not bother to choose the most leak-proof one. Ruan Xian couldn't read the tendency in his tone, it seemed that "cooperating" or "erasing" didn't make much difference to that person.

This is not an equal negotiation at all, it is more like a one-sided notification. The other party was more difficult to deal with than everyone he had come into contact with before.

Bluffing, anger or lying, people always have all kinds of facial expressions, but the golden-eyed youth's face is blank. Unable to analyze the other party's emotions, he has not many choices.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the weapon closest to him again, and Ruan Xian estimated the possibility of grabbing it to arm himself. It's a pity that the gun was still too far away from him, and the other party, consciously or unintentionally, stood in the position where it was easiest to stop him.

Judging from his current physical condition, as long as Golden Eye is willing, it is not difficult to strangle himself with empty hands. Although the body has an abnormal resilience at the moment, Ruan Xian is not sure whether the twisted neck can return to its original state.

If you want to live, the best choice is only that one.

"I agree to cooperate." Ruan Xian said as calmly as possible, removing his right leg from the large piece of slag. "What's your name?"

"Tang Yibu. As a 'rescued survivor', you can call me str-y type 307a231, or 231." The man nodded, seemingly not surprised by his answer. "Tell me your name and information."

For a few moments, Ruan Xian almost thought that what he saw was a machine.

Yet he could clearly see the cyan of the veins beneath the fair skin. At this distance, the sound of blood flowing and heart beating in Tang Yibu's body was very real. The person with the "number" undoubtedly has a living body.

A living human being will be numbered... What's going on outside?

"The rescued survivor? Since you don't want to expose it, I have to know more details, otherwise I won't be able to cooperate with you." Ruan Xian tried his best to speak naturally.

Sure enough, the str-y type 307a231—or Tang Yibu, stopped moving and stared at him.

"Your information is not updated in time." Tang Yibu said firmly.

Ruan Xian's heart sank, and a polite smile remained on his face.

Tang Yibu stared at him for a while, glanced at his legs, and said without thinking: "This arrangement is logical."

Ruan Xian continued to smile, his expression remained unchanged.

"I will give you more information, but not now. Your reaction is very good at present. I will tell them that you have been stimulated and can't remember too many things for the time being." Tang Yibu said with a stern face, "As for what needs to be paid attention to. Please don't mention my affairs to others, and don't show interest in my behavior. If you violate the cooperation agreement, you will only suffer at that time."

It seems that the other party is going to bring himself to "other people".

"No problem." This time Ruan Xian's smile came from the heart. Now what he lacks the most is intelligence. The more people there are, the more information people can reveal.

"Now I need your name and information." Tang Yibu repeated it again.

"Ruan Lijie, 28 years old, a waiter in a cafe." Ruan Xian stared into each other's eyes, "I can remember until March 1, 2095, and have no impression of what happened after that."

"Very good. Happy cooperation, Mr. Ruan." Tang Yibu stood up and stretched out a hand.

Ruan Xian hesitated for a moment, then passed his hand.

As a result, Tang Yibu didn't intend to shake hands at all, instead he directly pulled Ruan Xian from the ground and supported him with his right arm. His spare left hand stretched out his fingers and tapped a few times on the hexagonal metal plate on Ruan Xian's chest. The metal piece beeped twice, let go of Ruan Xian's skin, and simply fell to the ground.

Ruan Xian's hard-won clothes disappeared immediately.

"It's not good, it's easy to cause suspicion." Tang Yibu said generously, kicking the metal sheet aside. "I'm going to find a suitable set for you."

He even took a serious look at Ruan Xian's naked body, his expression was calm and unwavering, without the slightest embarrassment or unnaturalness.

Ruan Xian slowly got rid of that arm, fell back to the ground, hugged his bare knees, and beat the serious face ten times in his heart. Even if this is a ruin, the only bystanders are of the same sex, and Mr. Ruan, who always pays attention to etiquette, has absolutely no interest in streaking.

Tang Yibu didn't seem to notice the anger of his new partner. He turned to the ruins closest to the two of them, and lifted the top concrete slab like it was paper.

Ruan Xian instantly stopped the decompression activity of beating Tang Yibu in his heart, narrowed his eyes, and carefully observed the other party's actions.

Tang Yibu was turning his back to him, cleaning up the large piece of debris. The heavy stones and concrete seemed to have turned into Styrofoam in his hands, and he pushed them away with ease, digging out a metal cabinet from the depths of the ruins.

Its style was very similar to the one Ruan Xian had seen before, and the contents were not too different—Tang Yibu tore open the iron sheet like peeling an orange, and took out a sealed uniform and a pair of rubber boots.

"Here." Tang Yibu clapped the dust on his hands and handed over his clothes and boots.

Ruan Xian glanced at the hands that ripped apart the iron sheet with ease, and took the clothes numbly. This time, he didn't expect Tang Yibu to consciously look away, but turned around with difficulty, barely put on his uniform, and tied the fanny pack containing canned food back to his waist.

Now he understands why Tang Yibu is not equipped with a weapon - with the opponent's unusual skills, let alone condescending to break his neck, he may not be able to stand it just by giving himself a casual kick.

Before Ruan Xian could straighten his collar, Tang Yibu squatted down in front of him again, lowered his head, and brought his face very close.

Just when the tip of their noses almost touched and Ruan Xian began to formally consider whether to step back, Tang Yibu retracted and took out a bandage and a vial from his pocket.

The eccentric superhuman gestured for a while, sprayed some medicine on the bandage, and took it to Ruan Xian's neck. The latter shrank his shoulders vigilantly, expressing his incomprehension and dissatisfaction with his eyes.

"You're not injured, it's not natural." Tang Yibu raised the bandage.

"As soon as you take it apart, it will be revealed."

"It doesn't matter, no one will dismantle it."

Seeing Tang Yibu's firm tone, Ruan Xian sighed and acquiesced to the other's actions.

The pungent, medicinal-smelling bandage was wrapped around his neck a few times, just right. Ruan Xiangang was going to find another topic to talk about, but before he could open his mouth, he was hugged by the other side.

"..." Terrible.

On the positive side, at least I can leave this ghost place early.

Ruan Xian gave up his plan to further communicate with Tang Yibu. He adjusted his posture, closed his eyes directly, and took the opportunity to build up his strength.

The nerves that had been tense were relaxed for a while, the fatigue caused by the long-term high fever swept all over the body in an instant, and the body temperature of the other person was too comfortable. Ruan Xian narrowed his eyes, not resisting the drowsiness that came from the invasion.

After an unknown period of time, the surrounding environment suddenly became noisy.

"Hey, wake up!" a voice called in his ear. "Brother Chi, this man never wakes up, do you think he burned out?"

Ruan Xian opened his eyes unbearably. He saw the top of the tent, plus a big smiling face.

The young man in front of him looked more normal than Tang Yibu in every way.

The young man was in his early twenties at most, and he looked simple and honest, with an ordinary flat head, and his skin was black and red that had been sunburnt for a long time. Most of the camouflage T-shirt was soaked in sweat, giving off a strong smell of sweat.

"Brother Chi, he's awake!" Seeing Ruan Xian wincing his eyes, he immediately began to shout excitedly, grinning.

Ruan Xian found himself lying on a plastic sheet, also covered in sweat, and covered with a thin, dirty blanket. The brain is like ice water, but there is no more stuffy cold feeling around, and the fever is probably gone.

He turned his head and didn't find Tang Yibu in the small tent.

"Are you thirsty? You burned so badly just now." The young man's Mandarin was barely standard, with a northern accent that couldn't be concealed. He grabbed a pitted iron cup and shook the water inside. "Hey, do you want me to help you?"

"Thank you." The other party's concerned expression did not seem to be fake. Ruan Xian relaxed slightly and returned a sincere smile, mixing in just the right amount of tension. He waved his hand, propped himself up, and drank the glass of water.

Ruan Xian let out a comfortable sigh as the water moistened his thirsty throat.

The body temperature returned to normal, the inexplicable sensory enhancement seemed to have subsided a lot, and the world was gradually returning to what he was familiar with.

"Ding Zepeng, just call me Xiao Ding." The young man patted his chest and took the empty cup. "There's still some left in the pot, another glass?"

Ding Zepeng's expression was mixed with concern, curiosity and nervousness, but there was no disgust.

This is strange, Ruan Xian thought. It seems that his skin has recovered well, at least no longer like Frankenstein's monster.

"No, thank you." Ruan Xian thanked again, pointing to himself. "Ruan Lijie."

"Don't worry, Brother Ruan. Brother Chi is outside, come here soon." Ding Zepeng pinched his shoulder carelessly, "Since we are here, there will be nothing else."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tent curtain was opened by a hand, and a thin man lowered his head and entered the tent.

"Brother Chi" has the same black and red skin as Ding Zepeng and looks in his forties. His stubble was half gray, and he was a little gloomy, with a very conspicuous gun hanging from his waist.

"Xiao Ding, stay away from that guy." Brother Chi lowered his face as soon as he entered the tent. "I don't know if it's a human or a ghost, so don't be too busy trying to get close."

The young man opened his mouth and glanced at Ruan Xian awkwardly. Brother Chi directly threw a metal box over, his face was not very good: "Take a slice."

"What is this?" Ruan Xian picked up the tin box and shook it, and there was a tinkling sound inside, as if it was filled with something like a pill.

"Antipyretics." The man raised his voice slightly and replied angrily.

Ruan Xian's eyes swept across the man's face quickly.

Brother Chi is lying.