The doors of the underground headquarters were not officially closed until eight o'clock in the evening.

Feeling that Meng Feibai, who was in the Shura Field, wanted to give up his ward and bed, but was rejected by Chu Hong.

"The penetrating wounds on your legs and chest have not healed yet, and you can't leave the sterile ward, and you don't have to worry about the placement of other wounded, this time, many people have not been able to come back..."

Meng Feibai still remembered Chu Hong's slightly red eyes when he said this.

That night, he had insomnia.

Distraught, he stared straight at the snow-white ceiling above his head, his mind full of the miserable appearance of the white birch and the green pine covered in blood, and the words they had once said to themselves.

"If the military exists to protect everyone from the threat of war, then we exist to protect everyone from the threat of the infected, even if we are injured or sacrificed for it, it is our duty..."

Since Meng Feibai came to this world, he has never had a sense of belonging, and finally he found Jia Junjie, a good friend who got along, but he died in front of his eyes.

Later, he felt that he was becoming more and more out of place with the world, and he knew that this was not his home, that there was no family or friends of his own, and that he was like a duckweed, which could go with the wind at any time.

So when Bai Hua and Qing Song showed their intention to protect themselves as ordinary people, he was touched, followed by subconscious resistance. And at that time, Bai Hua let himself off his guard through such words.

"What familiar attitudes and words."

He closed his eyes slightly, and the figures of the people's guards who defended the country in his previous life came to mind.

"Maybe you can feel at home here?"

Finally, Meng Feibai felt a wave of sleepiness welling up in his heart, and gradually fell asleep.

The next day, Meng Feibai was awakened by the sound of doctors operating the recuperation cabin, and when he opened his eyes, he saw several doctors surrounding Gurhan's recuperation cabin and discussing and operating in a low voice.

"You're awake, I'll take you to today's routine check-up when I'm done."

Seeing Meng Feibai sit up from the bed, Chu Hong turned around and said softly.

"It's okay, Sister Hong, you are busy first."

Meng Feibai said with a smile.

Chu Hong smiled at Meng Feibai when she heard this, then turned around and continued to assist the doctor in his actions.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Meng Feibai finally completed today's routine examination and routine treatment, and he followed Chu Hong's instructions and went to the garden on the ground in a wheelchair alone to bask in the sun.

Although he had been living here for a few days, Meng Feibai still hadn't figured out how big this so-called Kyoto branch was.

The last time he left here, he found that the exit was connected to the No. 3 subway entrance, and today when he left again according to the signs, he found that there was a lush forest park on the ground.

"Tsk, it's really a cunning rabbit three holes, I really don't know how many exits I haven't found."

He whispered praise as he slowly made his way down a smooth stone path.

Gradually, he discovered that there were other people in hospital gowns besides himself.

It seems that everyone followed the doctor's instructions to come out and bask in the sun.

With a slight smile, he stopped beside a meadow, squinting and enjoying the sunshine while observing with interest the other patients who were walking tremblingly on the lawn.

An hour later, he returned to the underground headquarters.

Yesterday, before going to bed, he finally made up his mind that he would join them instead of living under surveillance in the future.

Maybe after a long time, I can also rediscover the meaning of my life in this world?

With this thought in mind, he came to the door of Chang Qi's room again.

"Knock knock."

He knocked softly on the knocker.

"Start the scan, the scan is over, special officer Meng Feibai, the identity has been confirmed, please wait for instructions."

Meng Feibai took a deep breath and waited quietly.

Three seconds later.

"Captain Chang Qi is waiting for you, please come in."

The door slowly opened, and Meng Feibai slowly drove into the room with a wheelchair.

Hey, why does it smell of blood?

As soon as he entered Chang Qi's room, Meng Feibai sensed that something was wrong.

Could it be that Chang Qi is also injured?

He was a little shocked at his own thoughts, even though he had only seen her shoot once... Not once, to be exact. When facing Cindy, he just saw Chang Qi falling from the sky, and then Cindy separated.

But this time, it left a deep impression on Meng Feibai, because he didn't understand, so he felt even more mysterious.

Ling Mingyue's sword was also very fast, but there were still traces to follow.

The comparison of the two shows the unfathomable strength of Chang Qi.

However, can such a god-like master be injured?

"You're here."

Just as Meng Feibai was immersed in his shock, Chang Qi's figure slowly walked out from behind the screen.

Meng Feibai twitched his nose slightly, firming up his guess even more.

Chang Qi was really injured!

"Are you hurt? Is it serious? ”

As soon as Meng Fei said the vernacular, he regretted it a little. He spoke rashly when he didn't know Chang Qi's character, if Chang Qi didn't want others to know the news of his injury, he might have an opinion about himself because of this.

"Oh, you're getting better and better."

Chang Qileng for a moment, not as angry as Meng Feibai expected, but smiled gently, and sat on the cushion by the incense burner.

At this time, she changed back into a skirt, her long hair was scattered, and a waterfall scattered behind her.

"I'm fine, it's just a minor injury, just two days of recuperation."

Meng Feibai breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

"Why don't you come to me to recover from your injuries in your own ward? I still have a lot of things to deal with. ”

Chang Qi saw that Meng Feibai was reluctant to explain his intentions, and said a little tiredly.

"Ah, oh, I have something to tell you."

Meng Feibai then remembered the purpose of his coming here, and after seeing Chang Qi's inquiring eyes, he scratched his head a little apprehensively, and said:

"Well, didn't you ask me before if I would like to join the Apocalypse Roundtable, I refused at the time, and then after these few things, I changed my mind."

He peeked at Chang Qi, and after finding that she still had a breezy expression, he took a deep breath and sat up straight, looked directly at Chang Qi and said:

"I want to join the Apocalypse Roundtable, please approve Captain Chang."

No one responded.

Under Meng Fei's blazing gaze, Chang Qi didn't say anything, but got up and poured two cups of tea for herself and Meng Feibai, she picked up one cup and drank it all, and then shook it casually, and another cup of tea appeared on the armrest of Meng Feibai's wheelchair.

Meng Feibai looked down and saw the teacup that hadn't spilled a drop, and sighed in his heart again that Chang Qi was unfathomable.

"Reason."

At this time, Chang Qi's voice came from Gujing Wubo, and Meng Fei paused for a moment, only to understand that Chang Qi was asking himself why he joined the Apocalypse Roundtable.

He had already thought about this, so he blurted out:

"I want to find my own meaning."