Rimbaud stroked his back indulgently.

The next morning, Han Xingqian came a little late.

As usual, Lan Bo came to open the door, Han Xingqian was carrying a portable incubator in his hand, and his expression looked a little serious.

Rimbaud's expression also sank: "What's wrong."

"Go upstairs."

They walked up the wooden spiral staircase, Lan Bo pushed open the bedroom door, and a pair of ghostly blue eyes rushed to him, causing Han Xingqian to take a step back.

Bai Chunian's body stagnated suddenly, and he was slammed by the chains around his neck and wrists. He struggled to touch Rimbaud, but the chains on his body were slammed, and he looked like a mad and bloodthirsty beast. No two.

But Rimbaud was already used to it, he walked over and hugged Xiaobai into his arms, stroking and comforting him.

Xiaobai softened, his face buried in Rimbaud's neck, and Han Xingqian saw the opportunity, pressed him to the ground, and injected a tube of dissociating agent.

After resting for half an hour, Bai Chunian regained consciousness and gained some strength, and was able to sit up without support.

"Brother Han, what's the matter." Bai Chunian rubbed his face, trying to cheer himself up.

Han Xingqian looked at the two of them, and sighed lightly: "One good news and one bad news, which one should you listen to first."

Bai Chunian scratched his hair: "Bad."

Rimbaud stared at him: "I don't want to hear bad."

Han Xingqian shook his head: "The bad news is that the undead summons are rampant, Westminster has fallen, and the results of the international conference have been postponed indefinitely."

Rimbaud's face was visibly gloomy, and his gnashing of teeth could be heard from a few feet away.

Bai Chunian was relatively calm. He had a hunch that things would not go as smoothly as he imagined, and he was grateful enough that IOA devoted resources to treat him. He is now a weapon that is close to being scrapped, and there is not much left of his life value.

"The good news is that the secret agent of the president's life brought this back overnight." Han Xingqian pushed the incubator in his hand to them, turned on the switch, and slowly opened the hydraulic tank cover.

Inside was a synesthein injection gun.

Under the injection gun, there is a pen and handwriting, and the handwriting is elegant and elegant. It was left by the president

"Instruct Xiaobai to use this medicine without any psychological burden, and we will handle other things."

Chapter 228

Lan Bo and Bai Chunian glanced at each other silently, Lan Bo grabbed the synergistic element with a quick hand, and raised his hand to tie Bai Chunian's neck down, and was held by Bai Chunian's wrist.

"Good, hit it." Lan Bo bit his teeth slightly and pressed the needle hard against the back of his neck. Bai Chunian's weakness after the injection of the dissociating agent had not yet passed, and he felt a little soft after being pressed by Lan Bo.

"Don't get excited, wife, put it down first."

After a stalemate for a while, Rimbaud relaxed, his hand holding synesthesia down to his side, he sat gloomily, the hair on his forehead covered his eyes, and his voice trembled: "Don't wait..."

Bai Chunian took the synephrine injection gun from his hand and raised it to the front of his face for details: "Now, apart from the headquarters of the research institute, there is only such a synephrine in the outside world. If I use it, the immortal soul will be useless. After he loses his mind, how many casualties will the undead summons flood the world?"

This matter was obviously also within Han Xingqian's consideration, he held his chin and simply calculated: "If the undead summoning body appears in one region and one region, there is still room for recovery, but if the undead summoning body is within a short period of time. It is really difficult to control the outbreak at the same time. The president is willing to give you this synergistic element, which means that he will personally take action to chase down the immortal undead. "

Bai Chunian pursed his lips and thought for a while, then asked, "Does this tube have to be injected into it to be effective?"

"According to the synergist information obtained by the puppet master, each milliliter of medicine can last for ten more days. This tube of medicine has a total of three milliliters, which can maintain the sanity state of the experimental subject in the deterioration stage for a total of 30 days."

"Brother Han, give me a milliliter from it." Bai Chunian put the injection gun in front of Han Xingqian, "You take the rest of the medicine back to the Medical Association, half of it will be used for sampling and imitation, and the other half will be stored. If the undead run away, This one-third of synephrine can provide temporary relief and buy us ten more days."

"In ten days, it will be difficult for a medical society to successfully imitate such a medicine." Han Xingqian frowned, "Besides, there are only ten days, what are you going to do after these ten days?"

"If the president can bring back the search documents of the banned research institute within ten days, the secret agents will help me get the synergistic element."

"The international conference has been postponed indefinitely, within ten days...it's hard to say."

"In those ten days, I'm going to sneak into the headquarters of the research institute and bring out synesthesia." Bai Chunian sat cross-legged on the carpet, drawing circles with his fingertips.

Han Xingqian stared at him blankly. The sincere and funny boy in the past was now sick and pale, holding a life-saving medicine in his hand, but what he thought was to save one for the alliance.

For a time, he recalled the days when Xiaobai was brought back to the IOA. He was so bruised and weak that he couldn't stand up, but he still put on a reluctant smile and tried to show everyone that he was harmless. No doctors or nurses dared to be alone with him. Han Xingqian was just as cautious, testing him with a single horn every day, worried that he might hurt others with malicious thoughts.

However, no, every time he used the companion ability holy beast to wander and read Xiaobai's heart, it was always so clear that it made people feel ashamed.

"Although the operation of sneaking into the headquarters of the institute will be tacitly approved by the team leader, it will not be approved in writing by the task force of the special task force, which means that there is no support and equipment. I have to prepare for a while. You can leave me a few more shots of dissociating agent. There is too little synephrine, so I use it sparingly."

Rimbaud did not speak again.

The bedroom became silent. Only Bai Chunian seemed to be in a good mood. He sat on the ground and rolled up his T-shirt to get rid of it. He planned to change into a clean one. His two feet didn't pay attention to controlling the mimicry because no outsiders were present, and became White velvet lion paws, pink paw pads swinging left and right.

Suddenly, Han Xingqian grabbed Bai Chunian's collar, causing him to be pulled in front of him without defense. He lightly touched his forehead with the single horn on his forehead, and read Bai Chunian's defenseless heart at this moment. .