"Sayero, Sayero......?"

The young man lowered his head and called out to the other party in a panic, his voice was almost lost, and the whole person was in a trance as if he had fallen into a nightmare, and suddenly heard a "click" sound of the glass on the bottom of his feet, and then suddenly woke up.

At the bottom of the lake, a whirlpool appeared at some point, and it is rapidly expanding.

As they raced forward, the cracks in the glass spread at a terrible speed, making them walk on thin ice. The moments before leaving the massive ring, the glass bulkheads shattered with a loud roar, and the jet power units were not strong enough to resist the furious suction that swept from the soles of their feet, so that they still had palpitations as they fled to shore.

Seeing the behemoth break through it and be swept to the bottom of the lake like an attacked whale, disappearing without a trace, everyone woke up from a nightmare and got into their cars.

As he returned to the warship, the last rays of the stars had disappeared into the horizon, rendering the vast and mysterious region an ominous scarlet color, and Helo withdrew his gaze from the window to look at his own shadow in the bathroom mirror, only to think that it was the only lucky day in his long and difficult six years.

He lowered his head to slow his breathing, feeling a great ecstasy about to break his spine, and the few steel nails used to strengthen the bones seemed to be overwhelmed, and they let out a hoarse cry of exhaustion.

Indeed, for six years he had lived in a state of near-hopeless chase, his all-out efforts had long exceeded his limits, like a rubber band that had been pulled to the extreme by a strong desire for love, but could not bear the weight of the thing that he was trying so hard to grasp.

He was even a little afraid to face Sayero, afraid that the artificially created thing in his chest would be completely destroyed in an instant because it could not bear his affection, so that he would not have time to look at him again.

The boiling and chaotic thoughts in the skull mingled, like a speeding machine, emitting a deafening hum, and finally converging into a few clear words in my mind.

He finally waited for him.

He raised his head to look at the young man in the mirror with red and swollen eyes, took a handful of water and washed his face vigorously, carefully shaved the stubble on his face, and scraped his chin with blood without paying attention.

I'm afraid even he will be embarrassed.

Nervously thinking, he hurried to the medical quarters.

Just as he was about to push the door in, several paramedics stopped him at the door. Through the dim light in the medical cabin, he saw the figure lying in the automatic medical cabin at a glance, and his heart that had just calmed down jumped wildly again.

"Mr. Helo, you'd better not go in now, the radiation index emitted by the patient's body is very high, and even if you wear an isolation suit, you can't eliminate the danger."

The ruthless and undulating voice in his ears seemed to give him a tranquilizer in his trance.

He blinked his rusty eyelids as if he had just woken up from a dream, put on a protective mask, pulled the zipper to his neck, and regained his usual sharp look, giving the androids used for medical care the order to standby.

The glass door closed behind him, and he stepped into a silence that was unbearable. The smell of the heavy disinfectant liquid rushed to his face, and a cold tingling sensation seeped into his lungs, causing the young man's heart to shrink immediately.

The lights behind him were also turned off with the departure of the footsteps, and the only thing left in the entire cabin was the faint cold light at the bottom of the medical cabin, and the rhythmic "Didi" sound sounded in the ECG monitor. He held his breath and walked to the edge of the medical pod, only to find that there was another person here, and he was startled before he realized that it was Langdon, the medical officer in the team.

Langdon was a rare Catholic of this era, and the mildest man in the group, who often wore a silver cross pendant and prayed devotionally to the holographic idol projected from the electronic Bible stored in the pendant, which was a rare living antique.

At this time, he was wearing a full protective suit, and his index finger was clinging to a monocle that was an antique ore crystal like him, and he was observing the various numbers about Sayero's physical condition on the screen.

"Oh my God, it's weird, as soon as you come in, the radiation level decreases, and it's completely invisible." Langdon whispered in surprise, "Is your kid all over lead?" ”

"You're a professional doctor, not a freak like Ando, Langdon." Helo leaned down and casually remarked, focusing on the "Sleeping Beauty" in the glass cabin. His throat tightened, "How can his body emit radiation?" Is there a lesion in the body?"

"I haven't found it for the time being, this is the unbelievable place. His physical indicators are normal and healthy. God forbid! Langdon sighed in disbelief.

The man under the glass cover was still as handsome as Heloh remembered, his eyebrows were deep and calm, and just lying there made him breathless.

It's just that he doesn't have time to be intoxicated at the moment.

The man's face was covered with an oxygen mask, and he was stuck in a bunch of hoses that provided everything he needed to support his life, and his breathing was slow and weak.

His complexion was almost transparent, and he could even see the pale blue capillaries under his skin; His hair was waist-length, darker than the original gold, like a cluster of polluted copper cables, wrapped around his naked body, and the whole person looked like an inorganic metal casting, or like the corpse of an Egyptian pharaoh unearthed from a tomb, mysterious and cold.

The only thing to be thankful for is that he hasn't lost much weight, and he's even a little leaner than Helo's impression is.

Perhaps because of being soaked in nutrient solution for a long time, his body was stiff, his muscles were tense and knotted, there were obviously some varicose veins, and light blue meridians protruded from under his skin. It seems that even when he is dormant, he is still on alert, even in the abdomen...... It's no exception. To be precise, people shouldn't be like that in a coma.

He knew he shouldn't pay attention to that.

Deliberately avoiding his gaze, Helo tilted his head sideways and took a deep breath.

Although he had spied on Sayero's sexy body countless times, he never thought that the first opportunity to have a naked body that looked directly at each other in a grand manner was in this situation. He developed a sense of guilt that blasphemed him.