Chapter 49

"It's such a coincidence?" The wolf dog leaned over, "...but as the saying goes, nothing happens without a coincidence, so shouldn't he be our new companion?"

Shen Shanwu shook his head, "I was stopped by him yesterday outside the dormitory building. My pupils are black and white, my nails are pink, and the bark of the little molars can't be chewed."

"Then he is the bad guy who imprisoned our companions." Milk Tea turned around and said, "Otherwise, why did he just stop you outside? He must have been watching you secretly for a long time!"

"He did hide in the small window of the back door of the classroom when he was okay, and secretly observed the unruly classmates... I was caught the most times, and I was unlucky."

The wolf dog couldn't help rubbing the goose bumps on his arms, "I have a picture in my mind! My high school head teacher is like this too!"

"If it has nothing to do with him, then it's another story." Milk Tea said, "Every night you wash up and fall asleep unprepared, and right next to you, even close by, an unrecognizable, foul-smelling zombie Showing a coveted look at you, at this moment, the thick chain that bound it was pulled by a long-term huge force, and suddenly snapped from the embedded cement..."

"Stop making up stories." The prophet half-squatted on the ground and waved to the others, "Since it is not on the ground, not in the wall, and not in the air, that person can only go underground."

"Have you touched the secret door in the basement?" Shen Shanwu asked, the prophet shook his head, "No, but come and see, is this piece of cement under the cabinet different from other places?"

The four of them gathered around, and the milk tea frowned: "It seems to be a little different? The time when this mud was built should have been a long time ago, and it is almost no different from the surrounding area, thanks to the prophet, you can see it."

"Seal a zombie in the ground with cement?" Wolfdog said in surprise: "If there is no direct access to the underground passage from other places, then this kind of behavior is too crazy!"

"There can only be this explanation." The Prophet clasped his fingers on the ground, and with a muffled real voice, he couldn't hear anything. He got up and stepped back without raising his head: "Milk tea."

Milk Tea immediately responded, she stood where the Prophet had just stood, and stomped her feet, "Give me a nail."

The wolf dog immediately took out a piece from his pocket and handed it to her. After taking the milk tea, he leaned down and touched the ground with one hand, his mind changed, and the whole person disappeared in place.

The remaining three people in the room looked at each other, the prophet took a deep breath, pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, and said, "Wolf dog, get ready."

The wolf dog nodded, but he couldn't help but scolded after a long while: "Is it really that fucking perverted?!"

Milk tea's ability is to be able to pass through any obstacle, and there is a certain distance limit. Since she can pass through the ground of this room, it means that there is indeed a basement underneath, and it is likely to be a sealed basement.

Thirty seconds later, the index finger of the wolf dog's left hand trembled slightly, which was a signal from the milk tea. He nodded to the prophet and Shen Shanwu, and disappeared little by little from the fingertips.

When he opened his eyes again, the wolf dog was already standing in a basement that was only ten square meters in size.

The principle of night vision of mutants is similar to that of cats, and their pupils have a strong ability to capture low light, even if they are in a pure black place.

In addition to the two of them, there was another person in the basement, or an underage boy. His wrists and ankles were bound with heavy chains, the ends were deeply plunged into the cement, and the mouth was bound with a shackle. In the frantic struggle, the huge chain friction sound echoed in this narrow basement, deafening, and the wolf dog was unable to judge whether the other party was a zombie or a mutant for a while.

But then he thought that this mutant had mutated nearly two months ago, which means that he was alone in this dark, silent and cramped space, and was restrained for two full months.

The mutants who have just awakened are relatively weak, their bodies are still in the recovery and adaptation period, and they cannot go out on their own. This is another junior high school student who looks only thirteen or fourteen years old. I am afraid that his spirit will collapse before his body recovers.

"We're your companions," said the wolfdog, "you're all right, we'll take you out now."

The junior high school student continued to struggle as if he had never heard of it. His eyes gradually adapted to the light, but his mind was still haunted by nightmares. Roaring was the only way for him to express his fear. The wolf dog and the milk tea looked at each other and bullied him directly. One of them restrained one of his hands and feet, and then pulled it hard, and the thick and long chain broke immediately.

The wolf dog moves rough and gentle. He holds the junior high school student's two wrists with one hand and covers his eyes with the other hand. Soon, the light reappears in front of him, and the wolf dog brings the new mutant back without any hesitation. to the ground.

The basement was so depressing that the wolfdog didn't want to stay for a second.

The milk tea also reappeared where she had disappeared before. She bit her lower lip and couldn't bear to say, "In the fully enclosed basement, someone locked him inside and built the entrance and exit."

"..." Shen Shanwu looked down at the person on the ground, unkempt and scantily clad, laying on the ground under the pressure of the wolf dog, his chest constantly heaving. The Prophet walked to the junior high school student, squatted down slowly, and stretched out his hand to directly crush the metal buckle on his face.

Part of the muzzle had grown together with the face of the junior high school student, and it couldn't be peeled off at all. The iron cuffs above the hands and feet were also attached with flesh and blood, making that piece of skin hideous and ugly. The Prophet stroked his hair very distressedly, "I'm sorry, we're late."

"Go out and peel it again." The wolfdog said, "But don't call me again after this is over, no matter what happens. I have to take good care of my nails. I have used up the amount I have saved for more than a year in two months."

Since he was born in junior high school, the prophet and milk tea were sent away one by one by the wolf dog. When it was Shen Shanwu's turn, he went out first to say hello to Lu Jingzhi, and then hid in a hidden place to call out the wolf dog. Return with him to the small building where the mutants temporarily lived.

So the 'assassin' who could not be found was instantly caught by the Shanhai team. He was forced into the car without revealing his face, and brought back to the Shanhai team's headquarters for lynching and torture. A group of people came and left in a mighty way, and rumors spread, making the teachers and students of the school and even most of the base uneasy.

Not to mention Jiang Tong's morning review, the school directly gave all teachers and students three days off, and the leaders held an emergency meeting to discuss matters related to breach of responsibility and strengthening security.

After all, it's a major event like the "major general was assassinated", and it's normal for the battle to be loud. Fortunately, although the good thing happened suddenly, the mountains and seas were powerful, and the team members were all elites and well-trained.

Everyone can only hide their complaints in their stomachs, and then they have to think hard about how to see Captain Wangjiang, give some small gifts, etc...

But these follow-ups have nothing to do with the mutants. Although Shen Shanwu was a little worried about Jiang Huan, who had a cut in his waist and abdomen, in comparison, things on the side of the new mutants were definitely more important.

Over time, the executioner had forcibly torn off the shackles on the faces and limbs of the junior high school students. The mutants felt very little pain, and the junior high school students did not suffer much, but the visual effects in the eyes of others were very tragic.

The Tibetan man was 1.95 meters tall, with a big black pestle by the door, his fingers clacked, and he looked like he was going to fight with the human beings who imprisoned the junior high school students. Directly across from him, Hugo sat on the sofa with his knees in his arms, staring at the junior high school student without blinking, clenching his teeth, but he refused to approach each other.

"Have your emotions stabilized?" Shen Shanwu stepped forward and asked. The junior high school student's face was ripped apart, only his eyes and forehead were intact. He looked cautiously at the person who came, and his fingers tightly grasped the Prophet's sleeve, like the only life-saving straw.

"The Prophet, the Eternal God." The president sighed, "We can do without anyone among the mutants, but without him, it will be over. Without the Prophet, Hugo and this child don't know how much more suffering they will have to suffer. ."

The prophet gently stroked the hair and shoulders of the junior high school student, and softly introduced him to the basic situation of the mutants. The president and milk tea brought out the food prepared for the new companions and piled them on the coffee table. Although the mutants do not need to eat, the habits of human beings are deeply engraved in their memory, and none of the nine original mutants did not. One who doesn't like to eat.

"I didn't expect it to be a minor, so I should have prepared more fruit." It's a pity that the rice wine he had worked so hard to brew was no longer useful.

The milk tea is a mother's love to peel off the meteorite peel, and even cut it into the shape of a bunny, "God, this is a genuine little Zhengtai, much more cute than the fake one from Gao Caisheng."

"This is 1.6 meters, where is Zhengtai? I still think that the fake Zhengtai of the top student is a little more cute." The wolf dog grabbed a piece of meteor fruit to eat, and was punched by the milk tea and almost spit out his lungs.

The prophet inserted a piece of 'little rabbit' with a toothpick and put it to the lips of the junior high school student. He smiled and said, "Try it, how can it taste? It's a bit like a watermelon and a bit like an apple."

The junior high school student looked at him hesitantly, and after a while he looked at the mirror in his hand - the make-up mirror provided by Milk Tea Friendship, black and red pupils, sharp teeth, unrecognizable face, bloody, but he only felt extremely Slight pain, as if it was just a small cut by a fingernail.

This is the stage that every mutant will go through, doubting the authenticity of everything, and completely subverting and reshaping the three views.

"..." After a while, the junior high school student slowly stretched out his hand to take the Meteor Fruit, but instead of putting it in his mouth immediately, he stared blankly.

No one was urging him. The executioner lowered his head and played the game without even mute. The sound of gunshots echoed in the living room, and the wolf dog couldn't help but run over to connect with him. The president finally formed a poker game as he wished. He added Shen Shanwu, the president and milk tea, and the Tibetans sat and watched with great interest. Hugo also gradually calmed down, and sat alone in the farthest place, opening the hard-shell books.

The prophet sat next to the junior high school student and stopped talking, but leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes, silently accompanying the junior high school student, giving him a sense of security and space to think alone.

This time, the junior high school student sat abruptly until the setting sun, and the meteorites in his hands and on the coffee table were all oxidized and yellowed, and he didn't even take a bite. The milk tea was emptied directly and a new plate was cut for him. When the food was dumped into the trash can, the eyes of the junior high school student seemed to move slightly, but there was no sound.

After two o'clock, the Prophet couldn't stand it anymore, and his whole body was stiff. Seeing that the hands of the junior high school students pinching his sleeves were not as tight as before, he got up to move his body and played cards instead of milk tea.

The poker table was completely one-sided. Shen Shanwu killed everyone without his family members. If it wasn't for the lack of money, the president might have to pay two subsidiaries to him.

The executioner floated up while playing, and being scolded by the wolf dog who was anxious to lose must be his posture in the game. It is easier to win the game by playing cross-legged at high altitude.

After the milk tea cut the fruit, he didn't bother to take a detour, and went straight through the wall and placed the plate in front of the junior high school students.

Shen Shanwu spent a day outside and was addicted to playing cards. Seeing that the sky was getting darker, he got up and said, "I have to go back and come back tomorrow."

"Let's go now? Focus on sex and friends." The wolf dog smiled and hit him with a tissue that wiped his hands: "Don't go, let our children speak before they can go."

"But Jiang Huan is injured..."

"What's his little injury, just licking and licking his saliva will heal."

"Fuck off! Take me back quickly."

But at this moment, the prophet's eyes suddenly lit up, and he called out, "Student, wait a second, I have an idea."

The Prophet was no better than the wolf dog. He asked Shen Shanwu to wait, and Shen Shanwu would definitely wait. Everyone looked at him, but the Prophet ran to Shen Shanwu and whispered a few words, and then entered the room with him.

Milk tea played the role of a prophet, sitting next to the junior high school student to reassure him, but the junior high school student still didn't have a big reaction.

Soon, the Prophet opened the door again and came out of the room, but he was not the adult Shen Shanwu just now, but the same 13 or 14-year-old junior high school student Shen Shanwu.

Shen Shanwu even used human eyes to wear basketball shoes, the favorite sportswear and basketball shoes of boys of this age. It was the first time that the Tibetans saw a talented student using his supernatural powers, and he said a few words in Tibetan in surprise, but no one could understand it.

"Hello." Shen Shanwu walked to the side of the junior high school student and stretched out his hand, "My name is Shen Shanwu, how about you?"

The round pink and white nails surprised the junior high school student. He raised his head with half-opened lips and saw a face that belonged to a human being. Shen Shanwu smiled at him, but the junior high school student stood up suddenly, alert and terrified. Looking around.

Shen Shanwu hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I am also a mutant, and I explained before that our mutants don't eat people, and this is just to make you feel at ease."

Either way, having a reaction is a good thing. Shen Shanwu insisted: "Can you tell me your name?"

It's not that the junior high school student can't feel the kindness of these people to him, he just can't accept it for a while, the amount of information about mutants is too large, and he was trapped in a closed and dark space for several months, and his spirit Nearly collapsed and needs time to ease.

The boy in front of him was the same age as him, and he was the human form he was most familiar with. The junior high school student finally loosened his tight heartstring, his eyes reddened, and he said hoarsely, "My name is Tao Yi... Hou Yi's Yi."

Shen Shanwu raised his head and looked at the wolf dog and asked, "Who are you, Tao Han?"

Hearing the name, Tao Yi immediately shouted very excitedly: "He is my little uncle! Is he still alive?! Where is he!"

"..."

At dinner time, Shen Shanwu finally walked out of the room in the form of Jiang Tong. Jiang Huan claimed that he was terrified and needed to rest in the room alone, so that no one else would disturb him.

At this time, Jiang Huan was sitting in his office with injuries reading official documents. Outside the door, Gong Wei kept wandering around with a large bag and a small bag, while Lu Jingzhi persuaded her to leave quickly.

"The old lady was so anxious when she heard that the major general was assassinated. She told me to deliver these things, and I had to accept them. It's best to let the major general go home again." Gong Wei said, "Believe it or not. If the major general does not accept it, the old lady will dare to go to Shanhai's gate in person the next day."

Lu Jingzhi's teeth hurt, "You said that Brother Shen has been resurrected, death is a misunderstanding, Jiang Huan's family relationship should be eased." "...I also think that there is a lack of opportunity." Gong Wei nodded, "I think this time is a great opportunity."

"Sister Weiwei, Deputy Team Lu." Shen Shanwu stepped forward and greeted, "What are you doing?"

"Jiang Tong!" Gong Wei said happily, but in a blink of an eye she frowned again, "Jiang Tong, hurry in and persuade your father to stop his work, and also, just accept Grandma's. It's something, it's also the old man's heart."

"Work?" Shen Shanwu looked at the closed office door suspiciously, "Has the captain eaten?"

"No, no." Gong Wei hurriedly complained.

"It's quarter past six, why haven't you eaten yet?"

"I tried to persuade him to eat several times, but he kept saying that he wasn't hungry." Lu Jingzhi was worthy of being in the same family as Gong Wei, and he even sued a child as a parent.

Shen Shanwu sank his face, little brat, his wings are really hard. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, and opened the door without waiting for Jiang Huan to say please come in.

Mennei Jianghuan raised his head slightly in discord, but all his anger disappeared the moment he saw Shen Shanwu, he put down the pen, got up and said, "You are here."

Shen Shanwu stepped forward quickly, "How is the wound?"

Just when Lu Jingzhi and Gong Wei were convinced that Jiang Huan would definitely say that no pain would be in the way, they saw Jiang Huan frown slightly, put one hand in front of the wound on his waist, and the other half supported the desk, saying: "It hurts, it hurts all afternoon..."

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