Mountains and seas have a home

Chapter 110 Deep Fright

Dawn put down the report and wore glasses on the bridge of his nose. He only wore glasses when he was doing academic research. He was too tired to read and had to squint his eyes.He took off his glasses so that he could see Zhu Min clearly. Zhu Min sank into the chair and took a nap with his eyes closed.

He noticed that the enamel water cup that Zhu Min was carrying with him, the paint on the rim of the cup had fallen off like an old man's teeth, and he was still holding a baby.The body of the cup is painted with red patterns, communism is good and the like, probably from the 60s and [-]s of the last century.

Dawn has been paying attention to Zhu Min for many days, since it was their turn to change the night shift.Zhu Min was a little older than Dawn, but he was still considered young. Things like enamel water cups did not match his temperament—especially when he was still wearing a big flower shirt today.

Thinking it was a bit humorous, Dawn smiled softly, sat back, and took notes on the paper again.He didn't disturb Zhu Min's dream, he knew Dr. Zhu's habit, he always came early every day and waited, and went to sleep when he waited, and he would wake up when the time came.

Zhu Min slept a little soundly today, the water glass in his hand was not steady, and it fell down bit by bit, almost falling, Dawn hurriedly reached out to hold it.

Fortunately, no one was woken up, Zhu Min let go of his hands completely, tilted his head to one side, and fell asleep defenselessly.Dawn put his water glass on the small table next to him. There were several medical journals there, and there was still some water left in the glass, which had already cooled down.

The laboratory was quiet, there were various specimens frozen in the freezer, and the clock on the wall kept flashing.Dawn raised his head to relieve the soreness in his neck, and saw that half an hour had passed since the shift change time.

Zhu Min hasn't woken up yet, probably in the dream Duke Zhou is pestering him to play chess.Dawn lay on the table boredly watching Zhu Min breathing in his sleep, so quiet that he could only hear his own heartbeat, his golden hair reflected under the lamp.On the open report paper, there is a picture of the gene sequence.

Instead of waking Zhu Min up, Dawn took off a jacket beside him and put it on Zhu Min, lest he freeze in the middle of the night.Although Dawn's behavior is a little loose, his heart is still kind.

Ji Yao walked through the empty corridor, he could only hear his own footsteps, and the sound echoed behind him, as if many people were chasing after him.Ji Yao's trembling fingers held the corner of the kraft paper bag, his breathing suddenly became rapid, his steps became faster and faster, and then he started running in the corridor, the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor kept ringing in his ears, and the fear in his heart suddenly exploded burst.

He is afraid of the eyes hiding behind his back, afraid of someone chasing him from behind, he desperately wants to escape, escape, even dreaming in the middle of the night, he is running in the flames, but no matter how fast he runs, he is finally swallowed by the fire.

The claustrophobic space and the loneliness with nowhere to hide in all directions made him feel like his mouth and nose were flooded with water. He tried to calm himself in a panic, but it was counterproductive.The bipolar disorder had set in, and an uncontrollable mania had taken hold of his brain. He wanted to shout, to put a gun to his forehead.

"Open the door, open the door..." Ji Yao took out the black card with a trembling hand and swiped the access control. The card fell on the ground several times. He picked it up and held it in the palm of his hand, almost pinching the thin metal card fold.

As soon as Fu Zhong opened the door, he saw a figure coming in, he quickly reached out to hug Ji Yao, and quickly closed the door.Ji Yao bit Fu Zhong's shoulder desperately, scratched his back with his fingers, and bloodstains mercilessly covered Fu Zhong's back.

"Chief, what's wrong with you?" Fu Zhong saw Ji Yao like this for the first time. He was so frightened that he took off his windbreaker, knelt on the ground and hugged him in his arms, as if trembling in his arms. s cat.

Ji Yao hugged Fu Zhong's back, raised his chin to rest on Fu Zhong's shoulder, and breathed heavily like a drowning person. Tears welled up in his eyes, and a painful moan came out of his throat.

"Someone is chasing me, a lot of people, they are behind me, they want to kill me, kill me," Ji Yao said incoherently, curled up his legs, fumbled with his hands on the ground, and suddenly pulled out the gun hidden under the shoe cabinet, " They're going to kill me!"

With a bang, the gun was loaded directly, and Ji Yao was about to put the muzzle of the gun on his temple. Fu Zhong was shocked, and quickly tore his hand away, split the handle of the gun with his palm, and fell to the open space a few meters away.

There was a bang, and a bullet went out, hit the wooden leg of the sofa, and exploded embedded in it.

Fu Zhong looked at the sawdust flying around and hugged Ji Yao a little tighter. He suddenly felt his heart was about to jump out. Only a few seconds later, the bullet almost pierced Ji Yao's head.

He clasped Ji Yao's hand tightly, put his face on Ji Yao's cheek, and said to him: "Chief, I am here, and Fu Zhong is here. Don't be afraid, no one will kill you, I will protect you. Baby , my baby, who bullied you like this?"

The kraft paper bag in Ji Yao's hand fell to the ground with a snap, the seal was opened, and the paper inside slipped out, and when the wind blew, it scattered all over the floor.Fu Zhong pulled the paper over and saw the horrible photo at a glance, he suddenly felt angina.

Throwing the photo on the ground, he picked up the trembling Ji Yao and walked into the bedroom. Ji Yao kept scratching his arm like crazy, his nails were scratched vertically and horizontally, and some places were already dripping with blood.

"Baby, look at me, calm down, I'm here, it's okay, it's really okay." Fu Zhong pressed Ji Yao's hand, brushed away the messy hair in front of him, and gently kissed away the tears, "It's all over , you are fine, and I am fine, no one dares to kill you."

Ji Yao was crying in his arms, and Fu Zhong remembered seeing Ji Yao cry last time after repairing the damaged spider web.That time, Ji Yao's helicopter exploded, but fortunately, he went up to catch him.

The terrifying scene in the photo kept flashing before his eyes, and Ji Yao was obviously stimulated by this.It was an unbearable past, like a time bomb that would explode in my heart at any time.

"Don't go, please don't go. I'm scared, I'm afraid I'll burn, no one will come to save me. Tang Ji came out, he will come to kill me, everyone wants me dead, save me, save me save me..."

The voice later turned into a panicked call, Ji Yao hugged Fu Zhong, and just hugged him tightly in a disorderly manner.Fu Zhong lifted his back, stroked his jaw and neck, and held his hand over his heart.

"I won't leave, I'll just stay with you like this," Fu Zhong kissed Ji Yao's forehead to soothe his manic emotions, "No matter what you become, I will always love you."

Ji Yao clenched Fu Zhong's collar tightly, tears streaming down Fu Zhong's chest, icy cold.After a difficult attack, his mood finally stabilized, he was so tired that he seemed to be unable to exert all his strength, and finally fell asleep faintly.

Fu Zhong put Ji Yao down, covered him with a quilt, sat on the edge of the bed and wiped away the tears from his eyes, and said softly, "Baby, sleep well, I will coax you."

He recited the verses in the book with a faint voice, those gentle words, thoughts as light as the wind, no bloody killings, no intrigues: "Your gentle voice has been echoing in my ears for a long time, I am still dreaming Seeing your lovely face in the movie...my heart is jumping with ecstasy, and I wake up again for him. With inspiration, with life, with tears, and with love."

In an instant, it seemed to be back to that time, when the spring tide was rising and the spring forest was flourishing, the old friend suddenly walked past my heart.Someone is playing the piano on the stage, "Dream Wedding", warm as the wind and soft as a rainbow.

That night, Ji Yao once again fell into an endless nightmare. He dreamed that the sun fell from the sky, fell into the river, and then exploded. The fire burned the peach blossoms all over the mountain.He ran away in the fire, but no matter how fast he ran, he could never get out of that strange circle.

Just like a fox can never catch up with the moon, just like a human can never beat time.

He dreamed of Tang Ji, who shot him in the back.Helicopters hovered in the dark sky and bombarded the river. His eardrums burst with loud noise, and blood flowed out of them.

Flowing blood, fire, corpses and gunpowder smoke, this is the anti-terrorist battlefield I have experienced before. Bullets are raining, and I am driving a plane to bomb the jungle.Then the plane exploded suddenly, surrounded by raging flames, and bullets pierced through the back one after another.

He just fell from the sky, like quicksand in the hands of a child, battlefield after battlefield, death after death, and history repeats itself.

"Tang Ji!" Suddenly struggling and shouting, Ji Yao suddenly woke up from the nightmare, tears were streaming down his cheeks, itching and burning, and a large area of ​​his temples had been wet.

Fu Zhong hugged him from the side, pressed his hand, and wiped away his hot tears: "Baby, don't be afraid, there is no Tang Ji here, nothing. I am here, and I will always be here."

The long-lost warmth, unable to distinguish between reality and dream, those nightmares that I want to get rid of desperately, still linger in my mind.Panting, Ji Yao leaned against Fu Zhong's chest, his back was dripping with sweat, he heard a thunderous heartbeat, this was his only support.

"I'm so scared, I keep dreaming that I'm being burned to death... the fire, the endless fire, haunting me like a ghost..." Ji Yao hugged Fu Zhong, in his Crying on his shoulders of his fear, the night is even more hideous.

Fu Zhong patted Ji Yao's back and touched his sweat-soaked clothes. At this time, he was holding the mighty, unyielding and resolute commander in his arms. A person who usually looks so strong can also There are times when you are so vulnerable.

The heart hurts like a split.

Ji Yao suddenly pulled out the gun from under the pillow, Sand/Desert/Zhi/Eagle, he has been hiding under the pillow all the time, in case of emergency.He raised his gun and pointed it at Fu Zhong's forehead, with tears in his eyes and desperate struggle: "Go, go, get out of here, don't stay by my side!"

"No, Chief, please calm down." Fu Zhonglue avoided the muzzle of the gun, raised his hand to show that he did not resist, his chest heaved violently, "Calm down, baby, look at me, put the gun down slowly. Don't shoot , you are fine, there is no danger nearby."

The hand holding the trigger kept trembling, and Ji Yao was trembling all over. He couldn't hold himself up, and he clung to the edge of the bed, with blue veins on the back of his hand.Fu Zhong saw the waterfall-like sweat flowing from his forehead and into his eyes, which made him have to close his eyes tightly and gasp in pain.

Taking advantage of the moment when Ji Yao closed his eyes, Fu Zhong turned sideways and pressed down his arm, grabbed Ji Yao's wrist with his backhand, and held down the loaded gun in his hand.Ji Yao instinctively raised his elbow to resist, and hit Fu Zhong's chest with one elbow, and he felt severe pain from his bones.

In the chaos, two gunshots suddenly broke out, which made Ji Yao's movements suddenly stop, Fu Zhong hugged him into his arms, and then heard the sound of glass shattering in the darkness.

The tiger's mouth was in pain from the shock, and a wisp of blue smoke floated from the gun's muzzle.Ji Yao's body was limp in Fu Zhong's arms, his chin was resting on Fu Zhong's shoulder, his wet and red eyes were fixed on the wall, he saw the sketch frame crooked, and then fell like a dead leaf fall to the ground.

Closing his eyes, the gun fell out of his hand, and tears poured down his face.

Ji Yao pushed him away indiscriminately, and leaned over to get off the bed to open the drawer of the bedside table, and the things inside were rolled all over the floor.Fu Zhong helped him find a medicine bottle, Ji Yao smashed the cap of the bottle, poured out a handful of pills, and stuffed them into his mouth, with a splash, all the pills in the bottle spilled.

Fu Zhong glimpsed the label on the medicine bottle, Paxil, used for panic disorder and social phobia.

He stopped Ji Yao from stuffing pills into his mouth. If you eat too much of this stuff, you will die.After pouring warm water and pouring him a little, Ji Yao's mania eased a little. He leaned on the bedside table and supported his knees to pant, his misty eyes were full of exhaustion.

"Are you feeling better?" Fu Zhong leaned his head on his shoulder, lowered his head and kissed the corner of his eyes, "Take a rest when you're tired, and wait until dawn. Don't be afraid, we're safe. You see, in the sky There are shooting stars."

Fu Zhong pointed to half of the window and said to Ji Yao, Ji Yao glanced at the high night sky, the stars were twinkling, and a shooting star happened to pass by, dragging a long shiny tail.

"Make a wish, may my baby live forever and be safe every year." Fu Zhong said softly, and he wiped away the tears on Ji Yao's face.

Ji Yao was silent, he was so tired that he could not speak, and the nightmarish nightmare made him physically and mentally exhausted.He shrank his legs and leaned into Fu Zhong's arms, like a wounded old fox.

The mustard seed on his neck suddenly lit up red, Fu Xin shook his head, Ji Yao grabbed the small pendant tightly, and began to bite the skin on his hand anxiously: "Damn, you started spying on me again, who is it? Who wants me dead?"

Fu Zhong embraced his shoulders, protected Ji Yao's head, and said: "Surveillance is just surveillance. I won't leave this time, and I will stay here with you. If you want to kill or cut, that's tomorrow's business. Don't be afraid." , don’t be afraid of death.”

He took the mustard seeds for Ji Yao and put them aside.They leaned together, Fu Zhong gently comforted Ji Yao's emotions, the starlight came in, and the room was very quiet.

Even if they were ambushed on all sides and all guns were aimed at them in the dark, they still wouldn't be able to separate the slightest bit.

"Don't go, don't leave me." Ji Yao said.

With the drug sedation, Ji Yao slept a little more peacefully.Fu Zhong carefully put him on the bed and covered him with a blanket. Ji Yao looked so beautiful when he was asleep, and Fu Zhong couldn't help but kiss the corner of his lips.

Fu Zhong didn't sleep, he packed the things in the bedside table, went outside to tidy up the kraft paper bags.Go into the room and sit at the table in front of the window, turn on the desk lamp, and adjust the lamp to an angle so as not to shine on Ji Yao.

He began to look through the documents, turned on the computer and entered the key information.After seeing it, I understood it, and it's no wonder that Ji Yao was so stimulated.He looked at the scary photo for a while, and searched for "Yancheng Prison Warden" on the Internet.

The web page shows 0 search results, and all information about the person has been wiped, apparently on purpose.The name of the warden was not stated in the information, but the code name "Redtail Fish King" was used.

Fu Zhong wrote these four words repeatedly in his notebook, and then casually drew a red carp underneath.Fu Zhong had never heard of this strange code name anywhere, and he suddenly thought that Ji Yao had an alias called "Grimace Hades".

He opened his memo and noticed a detail. Shanhua once said that since Ji Yao first joined EDGA, someone has called him by this nickname.

Ji Yao had just entered EDGA, and Fu Zhong had the final say on paper, which was four years ago.Could it be that when Ji Yao first entered the time bureau, he was like the fierce and vicious King of Hades?It doesn't look like it, at least Fu Zhong doesn't think so.

Then why do you call him the ghost face Hades?Who was the first person to call him that?The red-tailed fish king, the ghost-faced Hades... and the eyebrowless wolf king. Why are these titles so similar?

Fu Zhong silently memorized these questions, and went to check them later, Fu Zhong thought.He wrote down the three pronouns in his notebook, tapped the pen cap on the table, and rubbed his chin to think carefully.

Ji Yao fell asleep peacefully, and he didn't seem to have any nightmares. The shadow of the window cast on Ji Yao's body, and his body seemed a little lonely on the wide bed.Fu Zhong leaned on the back of the chair and watched Ji Yao breathing in a peaceful sleep, feeling complicated in his heart.

On the table is Ji Yao's usual notebook, with a bright red bronzing cover, and Fu Zhong himself has a copy, which was given by Ji Yao.He flipped through it casually, and the first page said "meeting minutes", which should be used to record things during meetings.

Fu Zhong now finally understands why Ji Yao is often irritable, he originally thought it was just his innate personality.Flipping over the pages with his fingers, there were densely packed handwriting, Fu Zhong didn't read the content carefully, he could feel Ji Yao's mood from the change of handwriting.

He has bipolar disorder, and his normal condition is stable like a normal person, except that his emotions are not well controlled, and a little thing will make him irritable.However, it only comes into full play when it is greatly stimulated, like tonight.

It turned out that he was tormented by nightmares every day, wandering repeatedly between mania and sobriety.Fu Zhong thought of Ji Yao's smile, in the wind, snow, and starlight, he once showed such a wanton smile, but he didn't know how much sadness and pain was hidden behind this smile.

When I turned to the last page with words, the record was not finished, it was broken in the middle, and more than half of the back was empty, and then I wrote a few lines of words at the bottom, like impromptu essays, followed by several intermittent ones.

"What should I give you to keep you? I give you poor streets, hopeless sunsets, moons in dilapidated suburbs. - Borges."

"Let the stars prove our love. Time will remember us."

"I want to get married."

"ялюблютебя, I love you. I'm so lucky."

Fu Zhong remembered that the four of them had a meeting to discuss in the morning, and Ji Yao had been absent-minded and wandering away.Every time he was brought back to his senses, the tips of Ji Yao's ears turned red.Now Fu Zhong found the reason, he looked at these written words with deep affection.

After turning over the past few pages, they were all blank, and then started recording again later, which was the high-level video conference in the afternoon.

"Irritable, I have to ask Zhu Min for some new medicine when I go back. I don't want to have a meeting, I miss him so much, I miss him and I miss him."

In the end, there was only this sentence. Turning to the back, the word "Fu Zhong" was written all over the page.Ji Yao's writing becomes beautiful here, as if he is in a happy mood. Compared with the boring stuff before, it is a world of difference.

Fu Zhong's fingers touched the name written by Ji Yao, it was uneven, and he must have used a lot of force when using the pen.He could think of Ji Yao's expression at that time, he must be pretending to be calm, but the smile on the corner of his mouth betrayed him.

Thinking about it, he suddenly laughed. Fu Zhong picked up a pen and wrote "Slender Waist" in the blank space of the paper, and then drew two small people holding hands, one with an apple on his head, and the other with flowers growing on his head.

The expression of the villain is also smiling happily. Fu Zhong drew them very cutely, but they are suddenly cute.

The mustard seed was placed next to his hand, and the red light was still on. Fu Zhong fiddled with the pendant twice, turned on the phone and sent a message, and then threw it aside casually.He opened the cabinet and took out Bur/Le/Ta from inside, sealed the brown paper bag, and turned off the computer.His movements were calm and unhurried, as if it was a matter of course, as it should be.

Lifting up the blanket and lying next to Ji Yao, she turned sideways to hug him, and Ji Yao rubbed against his arms, leaning closer.Fu Zhong kissed him on the forehead, hugged his waist tightly, and moved his hand behind Ji Yao, still holding a black gun in his hand.

Zhu Min slept until early in the morning, and when he woke up he was trembling all over. Fuck, maybe he didn't sleep all night last night.He sat up from the chair and looked down at the clothes on his body.

The jacket was not his own, and the enamel water glass was on the side table.No one in the lab, the researchers haven't come to work yet, it's still early.Zhu Min moved his sore body from holding one posture for a long time, stood up and shook his legs.

Rubbing his head and thinking about it, he went to look at the shift schedule nailed to the wall. He had to change shifts with Linnai Dawn last night.Zhu Min pursed his lips and recalled, when Dr. Dawn was still there yesterday, he was sleeping. Damn it, Dawn didn't wake himself up?

There was a smell of coffee in the room, and Zhu Min caught a glimpse of a mess of papers spread out on the desk, and a model of the human nervous system on a stand.Just about to take a closer look, the door suddenly opened, and a golden head came in.

"Hey, Doctor Zhu." Linnai Dawn wiped off the water from his face, and greeted Zhu Min, "It's early, why are you up?"

"It's still early." Zhu Min corrected Dawn's grammatical mistakes, and communicated with him in English, "Doctor Dawn, why are you still here?"

Dawn walked over to wipe his hands, and said, "Dr. Zhu fell asleep yesterday, and I didn't wake you up. I happen to have a research project to do, so I will stay in the laboratory on duty."

Zhu Min glanced at the academic report on the table, nodded, stroked his hair and apologized embarrassingly, Dawn said he was fine.Zhu Min handed him the jacket in his hand and said, "Is this your clothes? Thank you, there is no need to do this."

"It's very cold at night. Dr. Zhu doesn't wear much, and he will be cold." Dawn took the jacket and put it on, and combed his hair back. He obviously just came back from the bathroom after washing his face.

"Have you stayed here all night?" Zhu Min walked over to look at the formulas and numbers he had written on the paper, "What subject are you researching? How can I help you?"

Dawn smiled and threw the towel aside, and took out a few sheets from the pile of papers. On them were sketches of anatomical diagrams he drew with pencils: "The study of neurological diseases, mainly genetic diseases of the nervous system and neuroses, such as hysteria, terror Syndrome, etc., are preparing for master's thesis."