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Luo Duan looked at the empty vase and did not answer. Since knowing that Ai Xiaoxiao is not his own doctor, he closed his eyes and made the appearance of taking a rest. Ai Xiaoxiao was too lazy to be boring, she (touching Mo) two more walls, humming and turning away.

Sure enough, the moment the door was closed, the veins leaked from the wall, and the liquid mass fell again.

"I...help...you...you..." Its voice was intermittent, like an old radio with poor signal.

There was a bit more sweet smell of abscess in the air, Luo Duan did not respond to this invitation. He ignored it, as if it were really just a phantom. Seeing that he hadn't responded for a long time, the liquid group slowly retracted to the ceiling, and the wall returned to its original shape again.

It didn't leave, still hung on the wall, Luo Duan could feel its breath. At present, it seems that the thing does not intend to hurt him for the time being, nor does it want to be exposed (exposed) to others. Luo Duansu (sexual xing) ignores it and sees what else it can do.

There is no free lunch in the world, no matter how desperate I am, I will not accept the support of the monster at this time.

Ai Xiaoxiao knew nothing about everything in the room, so she strode out of the ward and flipped through Luo Duan's medical records.

Various indicators are abnormal. This person's body has reached the edge of collapse, and some organs even appear to be slightly corroded. If Luo Duan fails to die on the battlefield in the next six months, only a longer torture will be waiting for him.

Ai Xiaoxiao chewed the bubble gum in his mouth, took out a shabby little book, and wrote down Luo Duan's name and medical record number. When she reached the destination, she stuffed the notebook into her pocket before pushing the door open.

"Miss Ai." The researcher inside the door nodded at her.

"Say okay first, I won't stay here for too long." Ai Xiaoxiao's opening remarks was very rude, "I took Zhu Yanchen's contract. I will leave when the time is up... Will you pay on time?"

The researcher's expression twitched: "Don't worry, I wish the marshal reserved an account."

"Oh, good. Then as stated in the contract, one year after Zhu Yanchen's death, I will be responsible for the health maintenance of the Hecheng people. Even if the leader personally requests it, I will not extend or shorten the working hours. The reward is as much as the reward, and bonuses are welcome, but there is no way to reduce it."

Ai Xiaoxiao's tone was rather cold, she pours beans while breaking her hands.

"I will not participate in your discussions, will not provide information about associates outside the scope of work, and will not accept the treatment opinions of the research center. During this year, the relevant teams need to obey me absolutely. I have The right opponents make personnel transfers-that’s all, I have written them in black and white. To prevent you from refusing to pay, please sign in the column of “known information”."

The researcher gasped with toothache, and Zhu Yanchen was dead and uneasy-Dr. Ai's greed and domineering well-deserved reputation, Marshal Zhu found them a relative (奶Nai)(奶Nai) back.

If Zhu Yanchen is still alive, there is still room for dealing with this matter. But this will-like contract, even if it is Yi Ning, is not easy to (insert) hands. Ai Xiaoxiao had excellent skills and was well-known among the people. If (强qiang)xing replaces her, not only will it offend the people, but the Zhu family who has lost face will not let it go.

Forget it, they endured Zhu Yanchen for so many years, and it was nothing to endure another Ai Xiaoxiao.

"It's not your funds." Ai Xiaoxiao said again after seeing the researcher representative not writing for a long time. "Hurry up, I have to clean up my new room."

"Miss Ai, I'm a little curious. How did Marshal May convince you?"

The researcher signed the name and pushed back the contract. He still couldn't help but ask a question-Ai Xiaoxiao was notoriously disobedient. Didn't the early research institute never hire her, and in the end he didn't even see anyone.

"convince?"

Ai Xiaoxiao stuffed the contract into his bag.

"I have stolen a lot of lessons from him, and it's nothing more than a favor. You have worked with him for so long, and you really don't see anything?...Tsk, it seems that I didn’t enter the graduate school. I thought it was right. Your eyes are not very good. It seems that the situation is much more serious than I thought."

Having said that, she threw off the researcher who was dumbfounded, and went straight out.

Researcher representative: "..."

They had heard that Ai Xiaoxiao had a straight temper, but this sounded like a grudge against the Academy. Steal teacher Zhu Yanchen? He recalled Marshal Zhu's digression research report and shook his head vigorously.

Forget it, maybe Ai Xiaoxiao was just looking at their upset, and the attitude problem was not a big deal.

"Oh also, about your special ward." Just a few steps out, Ai Xiaoxiao twisted back, and the researcher shook his head and froze in the air. "It's best to find someone to measure the concentration of the corrosion mass, the air inside is not right."

"We have installed a military purifier at the entrance, and the formed marsh will never get in. It is impossible to completely eliminate the corrosive substance, and there will be a lot of corrosive substance in the players..."

"The test will not take much time. I'm sure there is a problem there." She gritted her teeth. "If you can, please try to today—"

Her attitude softened a bit, and she used the phrase "please" for the first time, but the other party didn't let her finish.

"That may have to wait for you to take the post and test it yourself. The monthly environmental test of the special ward is a rule." The researcher pulled out a polite smile. "You have no right to command us at this time."

Ai Xiaoxiao coldly lost a few eye knives and walked away.

Pick the thorns when you come up, and pick this kind of trivial place. After somehow he managed to get back a city, the researcher let out a sigh of relief.

Ai Xiaoxiao arrived at the temporary residence and threw the bag on the table. I have to say that the quality of the rooms in the command center is good. The TV in the room is also on, but unlike the special ward, her TV is broadcasting hot entertainment.

It's Xia Liang's tour performance. Miss Xia's dress is elegant and beautiful, with beautiful makeup. She stepped on the smoky stage, singing soft lyrical songs. The singing is clear and beautiful, but Ai Xiaoxiao only feels upset-she has always disliked the eldest lady who doesn't know the world, and hated the canary who stepped on the corpse.

She turned off the TV viciously.

Everything goes wrong.

Perhaps the fortune is so up and down. Zhu Yanchen's survival is a great joy, but later-on the day Zhu Yanchen's death was announced, she tried to contact Old Man Dong, but Old Man Dong said that he would not be able to meet until a week later.

Now that there is no battle to command, what can an old man do?

As a result, Ai Xiaoxiao had to deal with the research institute first, which was not a pleasant job. She hates it here and disgusts it to the bone, and she doesn't bother to hide her emotions, and she will definitely not be better in the future. but……

Ai Xiaoxiao pulled out the contract again, read the amount above silently several times, and finally got a little psychologically balanced.

Speaking of it, I'm going to meet Old Man Dong soon, and I hope her fortune will start (color). After finishing the room, Ai Xiaoxiao sat down by the bed. She rubbed the cover of the little book, and began to think about the possibility of secretly adjusting the testing machine and checking the special ward (sexual xing).

Border settlements.

Shu Jun and Zhu Yanchen stepped into the Longevity Tavern one after another. Although the name of the tavern is here, the things they sell are all sorts of things.

It's breakfast time, and the pub is bustling. A drawer of steamed buns steamed, and the crispy dough sticks were placed on the wire rack. The side dishes on the table are neatly arranged, cooked (meat rou) marinated in a thick sauce, and the whole pub is filled with oil.

After selling the mutant animal skins and having his own income, Shu Jun let go a lot. He happily bought a lot of food, and took Zhu Yanchen to find a corner. However, among the bunch of hunched over, they are still very eye-catching, and people don't even hide their sight.

Two people, an army leader, and a star player, have long been used to such scenes. As usual, Zhu Yanchen pushed the mask a little away and drank the porridge calmly. Shu Jun stretched out the tips of his claws and happily pierced the skin of the buns.

Most people have a habit. If the person being observed evades crampedly, the interest in observation will increase all the way; but if the observation object does not move like a mountain, the pleasure of observation will be greatly reduced. People watched the gray-haired young man finish swallowing a steamed steamed bun, nibbling on fried dough sticks, and gradually turning their attention back to breakfast.

"Youtiao is good." Shu Jun took a big bite of youtiao, pinched the remaining half, and gestured in front of Zhu Yanchen. "These are a bit soft, I'm going to buy some more, do you want to root? Or you don't like things that are too oily—"

Zhu Yanchen naturally grabbed Shu Jun's wrist and took a bit of fried dough sticks.

"It's really a bit oily. No need, help me get another bowl of porridge." He said.

Shu Jun glanced at the place Zhu Yanchen had bitten, a bit stuck for a while. Marshal Zhu's actions were too upright, he really couldn't tell whether this was the upright style of a pragmatist or a purposeful intimacy.

...Bite the other end anyway, so that he doesn't have to worry about this problem. Shu Jun stuffed the fritters into his mouth and looked at Zhu Yanchen deeply.

The latter drank the porridge at a constant speed, still expressionless.

Forget it, they are all (sleeping in Shui) in the same bed, and they still care about what they have. Shu Jun shook his head: "Either I will help you get the steamed buns?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden silence in the tavern. Shu Jun immediately closed his mouth, subconsciously short xia.

"Listen well, please come to the news." A thin man with eyebrows and squirrel eyes sneaked into the store, "Blackbird recruited three NPCs to lead the way, and drove away in five days. Go to the northwestern side of the X city ruins. , Take three assessments!"

After all, he swiped waves of electronic money from the tavernkeeper and ran away without stopping.

Shu Jun: "..."

He could understand it in the front, and it was completely black words in the back, he was confused. Zhu Yanchen tapped Shu Jun's rim with his chopsticks, drawing his attention back.

"Do you understand?" Shu Jun lowered his voice amid the noisy discussion. "What is the three assessment?"

"Being upright, having recommendations, and willing to accept free combat power inspections." Zhu Yanchen lowered his gaze, "In short, don't want to be too deformed, don't need it if there is no local guarantee, and don't want to participate in the battle. This is the fringe of coalition government recruitment The highest standard of the people."

They don’t have to worry about deformities, and they don’t have to worry about fighting, except for the guarantee...

"Huh, are you two here?" A sturdy voice rang, and the two of them were slapped to their backs by big hands like a fan. Zhu Yanchen stayed decent, and Shu Jun had just bitten a bun and was almost choked.

"Uncle Xiong." Shu Jun wiped his chin and the other party wore a mask, but the two brown (colored) tumors on his head were really easy to recognize.

"You call my brother Pan, call me Uncle Xiong, is this a good generation?" Uncle Xiong dissatisfied, "Just call Brother Xiong--what are you two doing, want to try the NPC mission?"

"Some thoughts, Brother Xiong, how about you?"

"Hey, my brother won't let me go when he died, and he would break my leg if he said he dared to go. This job is really dangerous, you two have to think about it." Uncle Xiong rubbed his nose. "But if you two really want to go, I can lead a line."

"How do you say?" Shu Jun pulled a chair over so that Uncle Xiong could sit down.

"I know the most ruthless person in this area. He has been a dozen or so NPCs and is still alive. Isn’t that amazing? I’ve heard people say before, and I thought about making him a fixed NPC, but He does not live or die (gan gan). That is a real master... Of course, of course, the two are also masters. So I thought, if you really want to go, my brother can give a guarantee. Then you two can just stare at that guy and test. He (gan gan) or you (gan gan), you must be able to pass."

"His nickname is'One Eye', and he is called Yujin, and he is considered a head here. We have a little friendship, and we will have time to introduce you later."

Yu Jin, the name is familiar, but Shu Jun can't remember where he heard it. He smiled and agreed, intending to continue to gossip with Uncle Xiong, and inadvertently looked to Zhu Yanchen aside.

Then Shu Jun forgot what he wanted to say.

Marshal Zhu is looking at him with extraordinary intent. The gaze was quite complicated, mixed with depression, nostalgia, and inexplicable anticipation, as sharp as a cone of ice. The two gazes directly, Zhu Yanchen did not take back his gaze. A few seconds later, he turned to Uncle Xiong and spoke for the first time.

"Thank you. We will buy weapons in a while, and please help to make an appointment for a meeting..."

"...If you can, I better see it today."