Chapter 7 Trust
"What's your name?" He Weilong asked.
Shen Siyuan was dumbfounded all of a sudden: "I ......"
Do you want to tell the truth?
He is not good at lying, and he doesn't know anything about the world, so if he fabricates his life story out of thin air, he will definitely be exposed.
In the case of such a disparity in strength, the other party saved him by risking his life, but he was unwilling to give even the most basic trust. If He Weilong found out that he had lied, he would be very angry, right?
And the more important reason is that He Weilong gave him a completely different feeling from Parrett, and he subconsciously thought that He Weilong would not hurt him.
"My name is Shen Siyuan."
He Weilong noticed his accent: "Are you a foreigner?" β
Shen Siyuan shook his head: "No, don't count." β
He Weilong frowned and looked at him suspiciously.
After a night of escape, Shen Siyuan looked unbearable, although his face was full of ash, his big eyes were bright and bright, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red, like a blooming peach blossom, looking directly at He Weilong.
He Weilong forgot to breathe in an instant.
He didn't know what it was like now, he just felt that it was beautiful and peculiar, like drinking a glass of mellow wine, which made his heart soft.
He Weilong's gaze slowly moved down, falling on Shen Siyuan's beautiful nose and thin lips pursed into a straight line. Exposed chest......
The skinny little body was full of bruises, and some of the deeper ones were still bleeding.
He Weilong twitched in his heart, and said stiffly: "Don't try to deceive and deceive this hero." β
What the hell is this hero? Shen Siyuan only felt inexplicable, thinking to himself that this was a unique self-title for people in this era.
He replied, "No, I didn't lie to you. In fact, I can't tell what happened...... I don't belong on this plane, I'm from the year 2189 of the Galactic New Calendar, a first-class citizen of the Free Federation. β
He Weilong: "??? β
He Weilong stared at him blankly, which was obviously beyond his comprehension.
He Weilong's reaction was expected by him, any normal person would think he was crazy when he heard those words, right?
Shen Siyuan said indifferently: "It's okay if you don't believe it. β
I just begged He Weilong not to mistake him for deliberately lying, and threw him out to fend for himself.
"I'm sorry." He Weilong suddenly lowered his head.
"What?" Shen Siyuan thought that he had misheard, so why did he apologize?
The young man didn't say a word, silently opened his backpack, took out a square bag and a bottle of water from it, and handed it to Shen Siyuan: "I just forgot." β
Shen Siyuan: "??? β
He Weilong then said: "You eat something first, I still have fever medicine here, I want to eat after the meal......"
Shen Siyuan: "......"
So you think I'm sick and want to give me medicine?
"I just patronized and talked, and I forgot to give it to you, your mouth hurts, it's all bleeding...... I'm sorry. β
You're not right, boy?
Shen Siyuan looked at He Weilong's clear gaze, but his nose suddenly became sore, thinking that if he is sick, he will be sick, at least this kid really cares about him.
He took it solemnly and said, "Thank you." β
This is the only warmth he received after being inexplicably imprisoned and chased and fled in this completely strange time and space.
On the ground, Parrett and Joe stood by the hole.
"Got in touch with the mentor?" Parrett asked.
"Well, he said it would be seven o'clock tonight." Joe nodded, lowered his voice again, and asked, "Igor, what are you going to do?" β
"Let's settle it privately when we go back, and if we hand him over to the mentor, he will have to shed his skin if he doesn't die." Parrett said indifferently, "It's a shame to kick him out now." β
Joe did not object to his decision.
"So Parrett, can you give me an explanation now?"
"Joe." Perry took a cigarette and tossed one to Joe.
Joe took it.
Parrett glanced around and said slowly, "I don't think Rogers belongs on our plane. β
ββ¦β¦ What the? Joe snapped, and the lighter almost came off.
"I didn't pick him up at the Oasis at all." Parrett looked solemn and didn't mean to joke at all, "I don't think you forgot about the tornado and thunderstorm yesterday morning. β
"There could have been no tornadoes, let alone thunderstorms."
"You're right, I thought it was weird, so I just stood by and didn't leave......" Parrett exhaled smoke and leaned closer to Joe, her lips almost touching the other's earlobe, "and, dear Joe, guess what I saw?" β
Joe calmly pushed him aside: "Rogers? β
"He fell out of thin air, and then the tornado and thunderstorm disappeared, and I've never seen anything so weird." "Aside from the fact that he's from an alien galaxy, the only one who crossed time and space is the most plausible explanation, isn't it?" β
"That's why you asked me to take care of him?"
"Yes."
"If he doesn't belong on this plane, I think it's more likely that he's from the future, after all, no one can do that right now. So I want to use him to get some information, and his value to us is not to be underestimated. β
"I'm most curious about his profession, he's familiar with explosives, he's familiar with programming, and in that case he can disguise himself and successfully carry out an escape plan." Joe analyzed, "Are you sure that such a person is only sixteen years old?" β
"Anything is possible, dear Joe, we don't know what the future world will be like, maybe that's the survival skill of each of them?"
Joe scoffed: "Why don't you say that people in the future will inject themselves with the medicine of eternal youth? β
Parrett thought about it for a moment, and replied, "Maybe." β
"You're enough. I warned you a long time ago, put away your stupid conceit. If you had told me in advance where he came from, it wouldn't have been what it is. Joe looked at him coldly, "But you didn't reveal anything. β
"This incident was a mistake in my judgment, I apologize to you, Joe, I was overconfident." Parrett suddenly put away his teasing tone, "I didn't expect Rogers to make it easy to escape, and that's why I didn't tell you his identity, because I can't confirm ...... until my guess is confirmed."
"I said you're enough, Parrett. Don't talk to me about this, I don't want to hear it. Jo interrupted him, his calm gaze shining through the thin lenses, sharp as two shape-shifting blades, "What do you mean by suggesting that I give him a terminal?" β
"Oh, dear, you're really mistaken." Parrett hastened to say, "Believe me, I just wanted to test him. β
Joe lowered his eyes, and cast a fan-shaped shadow of his eyelashes on his face: "Take your gun and aim it at my temple, and with a 'bang', everything is solved." β