"The gods are going to look forward..." Jing Shu was speechless, "Let go, I'm playing the game."

Fu Yi let go of his hand obediently, and the girl's warm palm was slightly warmed for a while, and the boy's palm was not as cold as before.

Sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the photo studio, Jing Shu put on her headphones and began to kill all over the canyon.

She might get angry at the teenager's practice of deleting photos, but soon she realized that she was not so angry.

Because the photos on the phone are not from the child in my memory.

Jingshu can distinguish the difference between the two, but occasionally imagine the child when he grows up, which happens to be the same as he imagines, so he can't help but take a look at it.

They are obviously the same, but their personalities are very different.

If you delete it, just delete it, after all, it is the enemy.

The dead person stayed in her memories, so the child also stayed in the purest years. Although he was gone, the emotions and stories he once had were always imprinted in his heart. The second generation was deleted. It was just a photo, an unnecessary photo.

The child in my memory had already given her the best gift. The interesting and touching stories that happened in the laboratory room could not be erased in my mind, and were the embers that would never go out after the fire burned.

*

The photo was washed out, Jing Shu thanked the photographer and left the photo studio together.

After the motorcycle was parked outside and put on his helmet, Jing Shu asked, "What are you going to make for lunch?"

The boy asked back: "What do you want to eat?"

Jing Shu thought for a long time, then said, "There are still unused hot pot bases at home, so eat hot pot."

After returning home, Fu Yi went to the kitchen to prepare ingredients very consciously, and closed the door and became busy.

Jing Shu sorted out the photos and posted them on the small photo wall of his room.

The relationship with Fu Yi seems to be getting better and better.

Jing Shu himself also had a feeling that from the beginning, he simply saved someone, and now he really treated him as a family member. Although Fu Yi sometimes itched the popularity, the childish and stubborn appearance of a boy when he was willful always makes people feel soft and nostalgic.

Maybe it's because some awkward and willful places are really similar to No. 12.

*

Time flies, and another month comes in a blink of an eye.

However, this month was not calm, as there were more and more tragic and strange cases reported on the news.

It has triggered great hot discussions, and the news about the supernatural forces is getting more and more intense. Once you go online, you can see news about the troops fighting against the group of ultimately failed monsters almost everywhere.

But the current operations are all high-level hunters and ordinary humanoids. No. 12 has not appeared in the news yet, and perhaps the laboratory has no intention of letting him come forward.

The news about uncles, aunts, grandparents in the village is relatively closed. Except for occasionally getting some relevant information from TV, it seems to be completely isolated from the world.

Only Uncle Zhang and the others are closely monitoring the every move of society and taking relevant measures.

Ling Qi sent Jingshu a new shielding device, which was placed around his residence, which could interfere with laboratory detection and transmit wrong regional information.

Jing Shu relied on the shielding device, and when the supernatural troops passed through the fourth area twice in a row, they did not notice any traces of her and Fu Yi.

The latest detector is an active capture of the gene cells of the experimental subjects. The laboratory probably guessed that these escaped experimental subjects might find a way to remove the chips in their necks, so they used new technology to develop this tool to search.

But they did not expect that Lingqi had already developed a more powerful shielding device first.

Fu Yiye could see these news from the mobile phone news. Whenever his eyes touched those hot spots, he would turn off his phone expressionlessly, then go to Jing Shu, leaning against her, seemingly not wanting to pay attention to anything.

In the drawer, the red particles found in Jingshu's collar had already turned into a pitch-black turbid liquid and were cleaned up by the boy.

Maybe he had doubted Jing Shu's identity at that time, but I don't know when he had become indifferent to Jing Shu's identity.

Because the boy wanted to stay here and stay by Jing Shu's side, it would be better to stay with her so simply, so identity exploration is meaningless, and Fu Yi is unwilling to think about those things.

"Hey, get up! Playing games, what's wrong with you?" Jing Shu frowned speechlessly with a quick chocolate in his mouth.

The boy rested his head on her shoulder and said, "I finished the housework in the morning and I am tired now."

Jing Shu's shoulders shook, his eyes were inseparable from his cell phone, and he said, "Don't rush to rest first, hurry up, it's noon soon, let's cook the meal."

“…”

Fu Yi suddenly raised his eyes and stared at her quietly. A hint of grievance appeared on the young man's delicate and fair little face, "Why do I feel like your servant?"

Jing Shu said for granted: "What are you saying? Be confident, remove the feeling, go quickly, your sister, I'm going to starve to death."

Fu Yi: "..."

His face was a little unhappy. He looked at Jingshu. The girl was concentrating on playing games, ignoring his intentions. She tied her shoulder-length hair behind her, leaving some small ears there. Her pink skin was watery and smooth, and she also had a faint fragrance.

Suddenly, Fu Yi suddenly recalled the feeling of kissing Jing Shu on her cheek on her last birthday.

Perhaps because of the cream, it was so sweet that he longed to taste more.

Just watched quietly, then he slowly approached his lips, closed his eyes, and suddenly kissed Jing Shu on her cheek while his eyes were looking at her phone.

Jing Shu paused, finally moved his eyes away from the screen of his phone, covered his face and said in shock: "What are you doing suddenly?!"

Fu Yi red lips curled up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was low and magnetic: "I'm going to cook for you tiredly, why can't I get some benefits?"

Jingshu: "..."

She gave him a blank look, "Don't do it, you're not young anymore. Kissing the face is something that only children will do."

Fu Yi suddenly asked, "So where can adults do kissing?"

Jingshu: "..."

She said: "Your question makes me think you are trying to mess with me on purpose."

I was too lazy to talk nonsense and poked Fu Yi's shoulder, "Go and be a kid, I'm so hungry!"

Hearing the anxiousness in her tone, Fu Yi stood up, gently wiped his lips with his thumb, walked into the kitchen with a smile, closed the door.

Seeing that the boy had entered, Jing Shu quickly took out the hidden Huazi from the coffee table, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

At this moment, the door of the house was knocked on.

"Jing Yatou, are you at home?" It was Uncle Zhang's voice.

Jing Shu walked over and opened the door. Seeing him looking tired, he asked with a smile: "What's wrong with my uncle? Have you quarreled with my aunt?"

Uncle Zhang waved his hand helplessly: "Where isn't there! Every time I meet and ask me, I'm looking forward to quarreling with your aunt every day. What a stinky girl?!"

"No! I just like seeing you making a fussy look like my aunt's angry face!"

Uncle Zhang: "...You bastard, where is Xiao Yi?"

Jing Shu laughed and invited him in and poured a glass of water, "It's time to cook in the kitchen, don't call him. Okay, I won't be kidding anymore. What are you asking for me? Tell me."

Uncle Zhang took two sips of water, took a short rest, and said, "Do you still remember the supernatural force I told you last time."

"Remember, what's wrong?" Jing Shu smiled and said, "Is there any new melon?"

Uncle Zhang said: "You turn on the TV and see, it should be still playing now."

So Jing Shu opened the TV that she hadn't seen for a long time. As soon as she opened it, the screen jumped directly to the designated channel nationwide.

It is United International, and Jingshu directly turns on the playback and modulates it to the initial screen.

The host is sitting on the news station and is seriously broadcasting the latest news.

[This morning, the five-year meeting of the United General District was held in Metanluvis, District 13. On the way, five or six terrifyingly sharp-necked fish-like monsters suddenly broke into the scene, causing many casualties. The elite troops led by the mayors of each district suffered heavy losses and the meeting was forced to be suspended. Please see the video sent back by the surviving reporters on the front line -]

After the words came, the picture jumped to a huge circular conference hall.

At first the meeting was still going on, but when the district mayor was about to enter the proposal session, the wall of the conference hall was suddenly kicked down by a huge webbed claw, and the wall collapsed and buried all the people on the edge below!

So the next second screams came one after another, and people fled in a hurry, without any order.

"Ahhh! Monster!!"

"Run!! Run to the gate!!"

As a result, the gate was surrounded by two monsters, and many people died because of this. There was no way, and the survivors could only escape from the spare shelter.

Thirty-three district heads and some lucky journalists were escorted by elite troops to escape from the hall, but in front of the passage there was a fish-like monster waiting for them.

The picture was shaking because the photographer was also running away. The shocked cry of the head of the 18th District: "How did it come here?!"

Only the district heads of each district know the location of the refuge passage. He is very puzzled that the monster will appear here!

Immediately afterwards, the elite troops kept firing at the monster, but to no avail, the bullets had no effect on it at all!

It opened its big fish-shaped mouth and rushed towards everyone. The green and slippery skin was covered with dense scales, which scared everyone to run back.

The photographer's camera was held in his arms and the camera was facing backwards, so Jing Shu could see the upside down behind the scenes. The monster was chasing him relentlessly, and the elite troops behind were all stabbed to death by the spikes growing from the monster's webbed claws. Soon, it was about to catch up with the eighteenth district head running at the end!

The district chief shouted and fell to the ground in fear!

The shaking stopped in front of him. It seemed that the photographer should have stopped. The district head of the fifth district shouted in horror: "There are also in front!"

Because of this sentence, people who read the news immediately knew the critical situation of everyone at this time!

When they were attacked from front to back, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, and they were surrounded!

There were only more than fifty people left in the elite troops, and they could not resist the monster's attack at all!

Everyone's heart beats into their throats and eyes, maybe they will die here today.
To be continued...