Gulhan left.

Meng Feibai's mood was probably the same as when his girlfriend who lived with him every day suddenly returned to his hometown, and he suddenly felt that the sky was clearer, the air was fresher, and even the sound of his neighbors practicing erhu every day was much more pleasant.

Although he wished that Gulhan would never come back, the fear of the infected still made him afraid to go out at will, and he just nested at home and made a happy salted fish.

What he didn't know was that on the day he and Gurhan left the recording hall, Yuan Qingyang mobilized many of his subordinates to search for them, thanks to Gurhan's blessing, but they finally failed to find Meng Feibai's residence.

Late at night.

Guohua Entertainment Headquarters Building.

Inside the General Manager's Office.

The dark room was filled with the sweet smell of blood, and in the center of the office, on a white marble table with beautiful patterns, lay the naked body of a little boy, blood flowing down the marble top to the edge of the table, and then dripping to the ground.

"I see, I'm not going to be impulsive."

With the sound of the lighter, a flame lit up in the darkness, Yuan Qingyang gently wiped his blood-stained lips, took a deep puff of cigarette, and spit out a light cyan column of smoke.

Hanging up the phone, she walked to the desk and sat down, pressed the button on the desk, and the "dining table" in the center of the office slowly sank to the floor. A lightweight robot vacuum cleaner moves to the center of the room, quickly removing the remaining blood stains from the floor, and then returns to the corner again, quietly waiting.

Yuan Qingyang looked at the brightly lit night scene outside the window, and lazily leaned back in his chair to smoke. In front of her desk was a profile with a one-inch photo of Meng Feibai.

Although because of Gurhan's caution, her subordinates did not find Meng Feibai's residence, but the information about his life history and growth trajectory and other information were clearly written on the information at this time.

"He is the last place where Cindy and Sheng'er appeared, and he is just an ordinary person who does not have the strength to kill the two. Coupled with the purifiers who appeared beside him, it was not difficult to find out the truth. ”

She stretched lazily.

"Do you want to use an ordinary person as bait to lure a snake out of its hole? Then I will take advantage of the situation and dig out the location of your headquarters, and when the time comes, I will not only unload the murderers of Cindy and Sheng'er, but also burn the Kyoto branch of the Apocalypse Roundtable. ”

......

Four days later, Gurhan finally appeared in front of Meng Feibai again. Facing the unkempt Meng Feibai and the garbage-strewn room, the corners of Gul's mouth twitched twice.

"Take this."

He took out an object from his backpack and threw it to Meng Feibai, then pushed him aside and walked into the bathroom by himself.

"What's this?"

Meng Feibai opened the box curiously and found that it was an ordinary-looking black-framed glasses.

"I'm not short-sighted, why give me eyes?"

He looked up as he casually played with the glasses in his hand, and then unconsciously opened his mouth wide.

At the door of the bathroom, Gurhan, who was wearing a mask, an apron, gloves and a broom, stood there, glared fiercely at Meng Feibai who was paralyzed on the sofa, and the broom in his hand flew up and down, and began to clean the room in front of the stunned Meng Feibai.

"Sleep... trough..."

Looking at Gurhan, who was professional and skillful, Meng Feibai slowly let out a sigh.

From this moment on, Gurhan's tough guy character in his heart completely collapsed.

Half an hour later, Gurhan, who had cleaned the room spotlessly, lifted him up in Meng Feibai's shocked eyes and threw him into the bathroom like garbage.

Turning around, he slowly glanced around the room with a clear table, and finally showed a smile and nodded with satisfaction.

When Meng Feibai, who had a towel on his head after taking a shower, opened the door of the bathroom, Gurhan was carefully watering a few pots of green plants placed by the window, which were the only things he brought with him on the first day of living with Meng Feibai.

"Tut, it's really a person who can't look good."

Meng Feibai shook his head and sighed with emotion while wiping his hair, sat on the spotless sofa, and looked at Gurhan's back curiously.

Gurhan, who was watering the flowers, had a flash of blush on his dark face when he heard this, and after clearing his throat, his eyes changed from gentle to hard again.

Putting down the kettle in his hand, he turned around and took off his apron, and carefully sat on the bench next to the coffee table, sitting opposite Meng Feibai who was sitting on the sofa.

Meng Feibai glanced at the bench that was constantly wailing under Gurhan, and shook his head helplessly.

On the first day he moved in, Meng Feibai found that this cold tough guy was unwilling to sit on the sofa, preferring to sit on a small bench by grievances.

Later, under his continuous questioning, he learned an answer from Gulhan's mouth that made him laugh and cry.

"I'm too heavy, I'll sit on a broken sofa, you're so poor, I'm afraid you can't afford to buy a new one, so I'd better sit on a stool."

Hearing this, Meng Feibai was depressed all night and even forgot to eat dinner.

Just when Meng Fei was in a trance, Gurhan poured two glasses of boiling water for the two of them, and slowly opened his mouth while sucking and drinking.

"The glasses in your hand were made by the captain at the request of the Equipment Department, and I happened to go back to get some equipment, and I brought them to you by the way. If it weren't for the equipment department, I would have been back two days ago. ”

"Oh?"

Meng Feibai became interested when he heard this, sat up straight and asked:

"So powerful, what can it do?"

"I don't know."

Gulhan shook his head.

Meng Feibai's smile suddenly froze on his face, and for a while, the entire room could only hear the sound of Gurhan sucking and drinking water.

"Don't know?!"

Meng Feibai unconsciously raised his voice and looked at Gurhan incredulously.

"Then what are you doing this for me?"

Gulhan paused for a moment, frowned and began to remember something with difficulty. After a while, he frowned, and spoke again:

"The people from the equipment department told me about the usefulness of this thing, but I didn't understand what they said and didn't remember it, but in the end the captain explained it to me."

"So?"

Meng Feibai forcibly suppressed the ridicule of Gurhan's IQ that he almost blurted out, and asked hopefully.

"Hmm..."

Gulhan was once again lost in thought.

Just when Meng Feibai was about to collapse, Gurhan finally regained his memory.

"The captain said that this thing is very useful and can protect you at critical moments, but it seems to have side effects, if you use it in excess, you may fall into a coma again, and you don't know how many days you have to sleep before you wake up."

After Gulhan finished speaking, he nodded to himself, as if he was satisfied with his "strong" memory.

Hearing this, Meng Feibai solemnly picked up the "special equipment" that was similar to ordinary glasses in weight and appearance, and after looking at it again and again for a long time, he asked again:

"And how do you use this thing?"

The sound of sucking and drinking water stopped, and Gurhan raised his head blankly and looked at Meng Feibai, who was also dazed.

For a moment, between the two people, there was an embarrassing silence again.