It was rare for Rimbaud to hold him honestly, with his head resting on the alpha's shoulders. Now that he thinks about it, his heart is still full of anger, and the fish tail flashes blue and red.

"I know my wife is right." Bai Chunian lowered his head and kissed his hair from time to time. "You never cared about what others thought of you before, you can do whatever you want, aren't you very happy."

Rimbaud pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.

He suddenly began to imagine the situation when he stepped down from the throne, falling alone into the deepest trenches, the undead body forever silent in the silent darkness, the best result is to sink with Xiaobai's skull, but Xiaobai is not Hug and kiss him again, and a few years later, the skull he held tightly in his arms will melt away, leaving no trace of his existence.

Thinking like this, Lan Bo couldn't hold it any longer, his eyelashes trembled, the black pearls fell and rolled all over the ground.

Finally, even the man and the fish fell on the carpet, Bai Chunian propped him up, put Rimbaud in his arms, put his arms around him, and hooked his legs, the lion's tail and the tip of the mermaid's tail. It was wrapped around a piece, and the whole figure was like a spring roll wrapper with fish filling inside.

Rimbaud burst into laughter, and a snot bubble accidentally fell out and turned into a pearl.

"Fuck, it can still be like this, haha, hahahaha," Bai Chunian picked up the alien pearl and looked at it carefully, "I understand, I know how the Baroque pearl came from."

"It's not too late to throw it away." Lan Bo raised his hand and beat him, Bai Chunian ducked: "We're old and married, I've never seen your appearance, the faucet takeout box has been eaten, the washing machine has been soaked, not to mention the production A snot pearl, and I'll donate it to a museum exhibition tomorrow."

"nalaeimo!" Rimbaud was shy and wanted to laugh, forgetting the sadness he left in the church.

Bai Chunian let go of Rimbaud, injected a shot of dissociative agent, and returned to the drawing table in the arsenal of the secret room. Rimbaud took out the drawings and notes brought back from the reptile and Domino from his bag and spread them on the drawing table. on stage.

"Domino is really good at designing routes, no wonder he once had the energy to leave clues to remind us in the triangular pyramid hut." Bai Chunian flipped through the documents he gave, "He is right, even Ailian herself will There is no eleven possible route of entry."

"I have divination for the first nine paths, and they are all dead ends." Rimbaud picked out one from the document, "This is the only one left."

This document is about the route planning for sneaking in from the testing room of the institute, reaching the drug storage room, and finally withdrawing from the institute.

Bai Chunian took it over and looked at it: "I also thought about it, the chance of success in breaking into the testing room is higher, and the monitoring in the testing room is not the same as the monitoring in other locations. Give me the map and I will follow him. study the routes and notes.”

The headquarters of the 109 Research Institute was recognized by the agents as the top 1 most difficult building to sneak into. It was ten times more difficult than sneaking into the PBB headquarters. Bai Chunian had to cheer up and make no mistakes.

The horizontal table lamp illuminated the drafting table, and Rimbaud sat on the round stool beside him with his head propped up, quietly looking at Bai Chunian's profile, Alpha bit his pen cap, and focused on thinking about how to deal with it and how to deal with it at every possible spot where he might be found. The way to escape, the light reflected on his slightly pale cheeks, but the complicated drawings were reflected in his eyes.

He wanted to live. Rimbaud vaguely read his desire. At that moment, Rimbaud thought, even if God's favor would punish him, he was willing to pay the price to keep him alive. It's just punishment, he can atone for the loneliness for thousands of years in the future.

Speaking of which, when he went to Aphid Island, he not only met the Elephant Stalker, but also met a group of instructors.

Because there was no written permission from the IOA, Bai Chunian could not get help from other departments in his actions, and the only ones who could help them were the retired agents who stayed on Aphid Island.

Instructor K made them a password decoder for the Institute's most advanced anti-cracking technology. Instructor Red Crab took out the tactical design for the 109 Institute that he had been thinking about for many years. These instructors just saw him with Xiaobai's request. Now, don't ask any more questions.

Before leaving, Rimbaud struggled to squeeze out two words: "Thank you..."

He expressed his gratitude to human beings too little and too little, in fact, once he was disdainful of thanking anyone. Maybe it was the years of getting along with people that made him change, or maybe he began to ask for others.

Red Crab saw his embarrassment and helped him out: "No thanks, dear, can you go on a date with Bai Chunian after the task is completed?"

Rimbaud finally showed a relaxed smile and replied: "No, but I can call the most beautiful crab omega in the millions of seas to have a blind date with you."

At that moment, Rimbaud did not feel humiliated because humans talked to him on an equal footing, but felt extremely comfortable, as free as a whale broke through the water and kissed the sky cut off by the ocean.

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The calendar tore off a few more pages.

Bai Chunian and Lan Bo began to check firearms, ammunition, and some personal equipment parts. They couldn't take too many things, so they could only choose the lightest and most useful ones to carry on their bodies.

"Take a few more communicators. I suffered a loss in the Lingti family last time. This thing is too hot and easy to break."

"en, take it."

After packing up the equipment, Bai Chunian lowered his head and adjusted his watch: "Check the time."

"en."

"Wife, can you read your watch? What time is it?"

"Three twenty-four in the afternoon." Rimbaud frowned, "Don't take me for a fool."

"Ok."

There was the sound of the elevator rising outside the door. Bai Chunian pricked up his ears to listen, took off the watch, and threw it into the arsenal of the secret room together with the items, and closed the bedroom wall.

Sure enough, the elevator stopped from their floor, and several people came down and rang the doorbell.

Bai Chunian walked over to open the door slowly.

"Surprise!"

The colored paper spewed out and slowly landed on Bai Chunian's head. Lu Yan blew the streamer with a small trumpet and thumped Bai Chunian's chest.

Bai Chunian was stunned: "Why?"

Xiao Tun silently raised the cream spray bucket and smeared a small ball of snowflakes on Bai Chunian's face.