The pain came suddenly, and it continued continuously, as if the raging waves of the sea swept over the mountain cliff, and Nine and a Half regained consciousness in the impact of the layers of pain. Although consciousness was restored, although the pain was still there, his other senses such as sight and hearing did not return at the same time. At this point, he only felt as if something resembling cotton was rubbing back and forth between his abdomen and chest, and he should be lying flat on the bed, unable to move.

What's the situation, what's going on, isn't he in that small town called Anxiong? Last moment, he was still in front of Wuwei and was about to kill him, but why was he in this unknown place at this time, as if he was captured?

Consciousness gradually returned, and light gradually appeared in the dark vision. With the gradual recovery of vision, at the same time, the memory of Nine and a Half gradually came back a lot. He remembered that although he had captured Witch Tail in Yasuo Castle, he was about to kill the other party when he suffered a blow to his head, and he fell unconscious. It turned out that at this time, he woke up from a coma.

The memory and consciousness have returned, but the uneasiness in the heart of the nine and a half has intensified a lot. Since he passed out at that critical moment, he must have not died. Who saved him? Could it be that the person who knocked him out with one blow was Wuwei's accomplice? Thinking about it this way, then the strong black man he met in Anxiong City must have been the one who attacked him. Thousands of calculations, Nine and a Half didn't expect that Wuwei fled to Yasuo City to find his accomplices, and his action to avenge Hachiyu was also in vain.

Unwillingly, it's clear that he is only a little bit away from killing the other party, but he is lying here at this time and he doesn't know if he was captured. At this moment, a variety of emotions such as grievances and uneasiness came to my heart, and Jiuhan shed tears very uncompetitively. Although his eyes did not open, the tears actually gathered more and more, and flowed out of the cracks in his slightly open eyes.

"Master, look, is he awake!" The sense of hearing had not yet fully returned, but faintly nine and a half suddenly heard the voice of a slightly familiar woman. The voice was very young, and among the young women he knew, except for Ba Yu was Wu Liangzi, and the rest was Qiao He.

Could it be Hachiyu? Maybe Hachiyu escaped death and came back to life?

Hearing has not fully recovered, but has become more and more debilitating. What the hell is going on, is his cultivation declining? Jiu Ban couldn't figure it out, and at this time, another woman's "shhhh

The feeling of being rubbed against his abdomen and chest did not stop, and Nine Half just heard someone in this room saying "Quietly, he needs to ......be quiet", but before the man finished speaking, Nine Half fainted again unconscious.

It was morning, and he was lying on the only large bed in the room. The ebony bed was placed next to the window, and the morning sun shone through the window, reflecting his full muscles in a wonderful picture. Shaohong is wiping his body with a piece of cotton wool for nine and a half, the cotton wool is wet, and Wu Liangzi is standing aside holding a copper basin in his hand, there is a light blue liquid in the copper basin, which seems to be water, and Shaohong is constantly changing the cotton wool to dip this light blue water to wipe it constantly. Just now, it was she who told Wu Liangzi to be quieter and not to wake up the nine-and-a-half.

After wiping Jiuhan's body for a while, Wu Liangzi finally couldn't help it, she suppressed her voice and said, "Master, why didn't you let me make a sound?" I just saw that Jiuban had woken up?"

Shaohong stopped his work on wiping Jiuhan's body, and at this time, the scars on Jiuhan's chest and abdomen had healed under Shaohong's constant wiping, and most of them had scabbed over and healed at an alarming speed. She turned her head and glared at Wu Liangzi lightly, and only after seeing Wu Liangzi's somewhat frightened reaction did she change a new piece of cotton wool, and then stained it with the light blue liquid again and continued to wipe Jiuhan's body. The work in his hands did not stop, Shaohong said while wiping his body for Jiuhan: "Our body has a lot of secrets, and I don't blame you if you don't know how to be a teacher." Nine and a half miles to chase and kill a person, at this time his body was overwhelmed and entered a state of self-recuperation, which is the so-called deep sleep. At this time, what we did for him was just an auxiliary work, and it was more dependent on his holy body to recover itself. Do you think that his awakening just now is not known to the teacher? The teacher knows, and this is a sign that his health is improving. But this time is the time when he just can't wake up. At this time, once he wakes up, the self-healing function of this holy realm body will be interrupted, and then if he wants to continue to treat his injuries, I don't know how much time and medicinal materials will take. Rather than letting him wake up at this time, it is better to let him complete his cultivation in one go, so that he will not leave the root of the disease in the future, which is good for him. ”

After saying that, Shaohong threw the cotton wool in his hand to the ground, then turned his head to look at Wu Liangzi and said, "Now, do you understand?"

"Disciple knows!" Wu Liangzi replied resolutely, and then hurriedly lowered his head and handed over the copper basin in his hand. It's just that at this time, Shaohong didn't mean to continue to heal Jiuhan, she raised her hand and gently covered the quilt on Jiuhan's body, and then stood up and walked towards the door.

"It's almost time to heal him, all that's left is to watch him heal on his own. The Holy Realm is not the same as the Semi-Saint Realm. Then you watch him, and I don't need to say more about the rest, right?"

Wu Liangzi was a little hesitant, but this emotion was only a momentary thing. She hurriedly put down the copper basin in her hand, and instead of leaving with Shaohong, she hugged her fists and said later: "Yes." ”

The various instruments shimmered in various colors, but most of them were dim. Red is rarely seen here, and only the occasional red siren sounds to indicate to those sitting here that there seems to be a numerical explosion. But the two people sitting here were unmoved, they sat in the dim shadows and stared at each other, both with the meaning of a tiger and a wolf in their eyes.

The lights are already dim, but this similar computer room is much more messy than the computer room, and the room is much darker, with a lot of computers scattered around, and there is almost no place to put your feet around. The lighting is unclear, and the huge main unit and several screens are pieced together to form the three walls of the room, which give people a sense of oppression as heavy as the top of Tarzan.

A man with an old face, but in fact a young man, sat on the side of the table, and instead of sitting in a chair, he was in a wheelchair. It is said that it is a wheelchair, but it is not. The wheelchair-shaped mobility tool was loaded with two computers, and the man leaned on the back of the wheelchair with his neck tilted, and only two arms seemed to be able to move up and down his body. His mouth was crooked, and he didn't speak, but the ten fingers of his hands tapped the keyboard in front of him like a snake, and he seemed to be working all the time.

Another man sat on the other side of the table, dressed in a straight suit and with an unusually white collar. He has a slender figure, and although he just sits there quietly, he has a temperament that is not inferior to that of a model. The room was dim, but he sat there with sunglasses on, without a smile on his face. He occasionally picked up the glass in front of him and drank water, but more often than not, he watched the man in the wheelchair in front of him work, without saying a word.

I don't know how long it took, but the red light in the huge host group came on again, and the alarm sounded. The man in the wheelchair danced his hands on the keyboard as if he were a flying elf, and the sound of the alarm disappeared in a minute. The shrill sirens gradually dissipated, and the next moment the voice of the man made by the indifferent machine sounded from the side of the man in the wheelchair, it was the voice of the megaphone that came with the machine on his body: "Say, what is the matter with coming to me this time?"

The man in the straight suit grabbed the teacup in front of him and wanted to drink tea, but after taking a look, he found that the tea in the teacup had been drunk, so he stretched out his left hand and snapped his fingers and said, "It's nothing, it's just that the organization sent me to see how Mr. Zhuo's plan is going." ”

As the man snapped his fingers, the round door behind the man snapped open, and strong sunlight poured in, but then the door closed, and the room became dark again. As the door opened, a woman walked in with a tray. There was only one kettle on the tray, and the woman walked between the two men with the kettle, first filled the cup in front of the man in the suit with hot water, and then turned around to pour water for "Mr. Zhuo", but Mr. Zhuo, who was paralyzed in a wheelchair, gently waved his hand to signal her to retreat, and then his hands tapped the keyboard again, and the indifferent mechanical male voice sounded again:

"I'm afraid it's not that simple, right?" Mr. Zhuo glanced coldly at the man in the suit in front of him, his eyes were like knives. "I said that I would deliver the goods when they were due, but now you have sent people over and over again, and they have been sitting with me for a day, and they still say that it is not interesting? ”

The indifference of "Mr. Zhuo" did not discourage the man in the suit, and the corners of his mouth raised a little smile and said: "No, no, how can the organization have other thoughts about Mr. Zhuo? It's just that the organization is afraid that Mr. Zhuo will stay here alone for too long and be bored, so they sent us people to relieve Mr. Zhuo's boredom." You know, we ...... too."

"You fart!" At this moment, the mechanical male voice suddenly turned into rage, and "Mr. Zhuo" eyelids also raised slightly, which seemed to be the limit of his expression. His hands danced rapidly, and a mechanical and indifferent voice came out one after another: "Is this called a reliever for me? The way you can relieve my boredom is to let everyone around me be paid to spy on me together, and then keep reporting information to you?"

The round door opened again and closed quickly, and the woman who poured the water walked out.

"You snap your fingers and let my nanny come in and refill you immediately, is it the next time you snap your fingers, my head will fall to the ground?" The mechanical voice was very indifferent, but as long as those who heard this voice, it was not difficult for anyone to hear the anger of "Mr. Zhuo". Despite this, the man in the suit didn't mind at all. He took a sip of water and placed the glass on the table, and instead of leaning on the comfortable back of his chair, he leaned forward slightly, put his fingers together into fists and placed them between his knees, and leaned forward almost as if he were bending over, and then spoke:

"Zhuo Zizheng, don't toast or eat. The man in the suit spoke slowly, and there was an unquestionable attitude in his tone, which seemed to be very strong: "Let's not talk about how my 'Reverse Wheel' has been maintained for so many years; ”

His tone softened, and he glanced up at the man named Zhuo Zizheng in front of him, and then continued: "Mr. Zhuo, in other words, the first thing you should think about clearly is who saved your life. He straightened up and leaned back in his chair, as if he had been relieved by saying this. "If you didn't have an organization, would you have survived until now? You have to think about who has been holding your name alive for so long, and who has been helping you do what you want to do. There are pros and cons in this world, there are right and wrong choices, but everyone is responsible for the path they choose. You may not understand it, but the organization understands it. ”

Zhuo Zizheng, who was paralyzed in a wheelchair, hesitated for a moment, and then the mechanical male voice came out again: "Okay, you're right. What does it mean to be organized this time, isn't it not yet the appointed time?"

The man in the suit grabbed the cup in front of him and blew the hot air on it, and said a little casually: "Indeed, according to the previous agreement, Mr. Zhuo does have a lot of time. But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and something went wrong after all. ”

"What, what's wrong, isn't it ......?"

"Don't guess, I'll tell you. It's the government that's wrong. People in the government seem to have an idea of what we're going up to, and they seem to be trying to figure out how to take action. It's not that the organization doesn't trust Mr. Zhuo's ability, it's just that everything must be prevented. The man in the suit drank the hot water from the cup in one gulp, then grinned and placed the cup on the table. "Hey, this water is a little too hot. ”

Looking at the man in the suit with a relaxed expression, Zhuo Zizheng's head couldn't guess his true intentions. Is it to threaten yourself, to push yourself, or just to rush work? If it's just to rush work, I'm afraid there's no need for this, right? After a hesitation, the sound of tapping on the keyboard and the indifferent mechanical male voice rang out at the same time: "So, the organizational meaning is to ask me to speed up the process and deliver the work within a year?"

The man in the suit shook his head slightly and smiled, "Mr. Zhuo is still a little naïve, I won't wait for me, and I won't treat you." He stretched out his three fingers, gestured in front of Zhuo Zizheng, and then immediately retracted it. "Three months, you only have three months left. If you don't deliver the goods in three months, I'm afraid that the good heads of both you and me will fall to the ground. ”

After he had said this, he turned around and walked towards the door without looking back. Zhuo Zizheng was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly manipulated the keyboard to make the onomatopoeia machine make a sound: "Three months, how can you be crazy in the organization! Do you want my life? You can't bully people like this!"

"This is not what it used to be, Mr. Zhuo, this is not your research room, this is the place of the 'reverse wheel', and the rules of your research institute are not easy to use. The man in the suit didn't look back, he quickly went out, and his voice still echoed in Zhuo Zizheng's ears after the door was closed: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhuo, I promise you, if you can't deliver the goods in advance in three months, your head will definitely fall to the ground before me, and I will do it myself." ”

The circular gate closed with a "bang", just like the gate and the cage closed. The figure of the man in the suit disappeared from Zhuo Zizheng's field of vision, and after the strong light appeared and disappeared for the last time, the cold sweat behind him fell suddenly. At this time, the back of Zhuo Zizheng's hands and palms were sweaty.

His eyelids drooped, as if he was thinking about something. Then, soon, as if in a flash of inspiration, Zhuo Zizheng suddenly opened his eyes, and then controlled his wheelchair to the host behind him. Although he was paralyzed, his two arms and ten fingers were as nimble as wild bees. A few seconds later, a thick mechanical arm controlled a helmet and placed it on his head, and in an instant, a female voice that was different from the previous mechanical male voice came out from the crowd of hosts:

"Do you load the program directly?"

"Yes. ”

"Okay, load it for you, code Z. ”