Black Sky - Chapter 41

Consider it? What was there to consider?

As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Zi immediately refuted herself in her mind. At the same time, Meng Yilan was thinking the same thing.

Bai Zi was thinking, since the two of us were supposed to completely cut off contact, why did Meng Yilan suddenly make this request, forcibly lengthening the time we spent together?

Moreover, with Meng Yilan’s current position, if she wanted to find an assistant, who couldn’t she find?

Why did it have to be me?

Could it be that there would really be more dangerous accidents happening later?

What Bai Zi couldn’t understand the most was that she, who should have directly refused, had uncontrollably said the ambiguous answer “I’ll think about it” after seeing Meng Yilan’s slightly aggrieved expression.

Completely opposite to Bai Zi, what Meng Yilan was thinking at this time was, why didn’t Bai Zi agree directly?

I was clearly someone who, even if she forgot why she regarded me as her “light,” still had to pay attention to my every move, whether it was in the past or now, whether it was in her heart or in her eyes, she was full of me.

Since that was the case, shouldn’t she have agreed immediately when she heard this request?

What was there to consider?

With the resources I have in my hands now, wanting to find someone to be my assistant was just a matter of money.

In this world, as long as you had enough money, you could definitely find seven or eight people who would go through fire and water for you.

The reason why I wanted Bai Zi to be my assistant was just to find a reason to keep her by my side. Did Bai Zi really not understand, or was she pretending not to understand?

As for why she wanted to keep Bai Zi by her side, Meng Yilan had already analyzed it thoroughly in her brain before she even asked—

First of all, Bai Zi’s current physical condition was very special. She was both a walking treasure and a walking bomb.

Once the fact that “Bai Zi is immune to the virus” was discovered, it would definitely attract a bunch of bandits who wanted to capture her and sell her. Or, if Bai Zi suddenly mutated in public, it would definitely cause a disaster.

Secondly, if Bai Zi run around alone in this unfamiliar and dangerous world, especially since she still wanted to find that so-called brother, what if someone used Bai Zi?

Finally, if Bai Zi encountered someone like You Yuyi again, who was not only wanted but also had ulterior motives, this simpleton would definitely be sold and still happily count the money for the other person.

In summary, Meng Yilan believed that she had to keep Bai Zi by her side.

The two people’s brains were each fighting their own battles, and no one spoke for a moment.

Suddenly, the door was opened.

Liao Yuting came in with a cloth bag. She was about to speak, but found that the atmosphere seemed a little strange.

“Cousin, Miss Bai,” Liao Yuting said awkwardly, “Did I…disturb you?”

Meng Yilan came back to her senses, but her face didn’t look much better: “No, come in.”

“I brought you some things,” Liao Yuting said, smiling as she sat down next to Meng Yilan, and took out two pairs of leather gloves from the cloth bag. “These are gloves that I bought in a foreign country more than a year ago. This brand is more than fifty years old, made of goatskin, and the lining is soft velvet, warm and beautiful. I haven’t used them, so I’ll give them to you.”

Hearing Liao Yuting say some words that were out of tune with the current world, Meng Yilan couldn’t help but frown, but when she turned her head, she saw Bai Zi next to her picking up one of the black gloves with great interest, examining it carefully.

After touching the outer skin, Bai Zi unceremoniously turned the inside of the glove out, carefully inspected it, and nodded: “It’s really good.”

Meng Yilan raised her eyebrows—see, we hadn’t even parted ways yet, and she had already been coaxed into smiling by a pair of gloves, ha.

Bai Zi handed the gloves to Meng Yilan, the smile between her eyebrows still there: “Black suits you.”

Meng Yilan’s face stiffened, and she shook her head.

“It’s too cold, you need to keep warm,” Bai Zi frowned, and put the gloves on Meng Yilan’s lap without allowing her to refuse. “It can also protect the wound on your hand.”

Seeing Bai Zi being so supportive, Liao Yuting took out a knitted hat from the cloth bag and handed it to her: “This hat was knitted by myself, no one has worn it, but there’s only one…” She hesitated, looked at Meng Yilan and Bai Zi, and finally said, “Miss Bai, your hair is too short, it would be better to wear a hat.”

Saying that, she wanted to personally put the knitted hat on Bai Zi, but saw Meng Yilan put the black gloves back into the cloth bag with a cold face.

“Too small,” Meng Yilan said firmly, even though she hadn’t even tried it on. “It doesn’t suit me.”

Bai Zi frowned at Meng Yilan, and tilted her head to avoid Liao Yuting’s actions: “I don’t need it, thank you.”

At this time, someone knocked on the door: “Miss Meng, can I come in?”

“Come in.” Meng Yilan glanced at Bai Zi, and said softly.

Uncle Hong walked in, and in the next moment, everyone saw a bird standing on his arm.

It was like an eagle, but it was pure white, with an arrogant posture.

Its sharp black eyes lazily looked around the room, and finally fixed its gaze on Mao Mao, who was gnawing on an apple in the corner.

Meng Yilan asked: “A falcon?”

“Ah, yes,” Uncle Hong raised his arm, “I met it two months ago. It was injured at the time, so I temporarily adopted it. It’s called A’Bai.”

Although it was a beautiful female falcon, it was very naughty.

Just as Uncle Hong finished speaking, A’Bai suddenly opened its wings, flying like an arrow towards Mao Mao, who was gnawing on the apple.

That white shadow swept over Mao Mao’s head, and in an instant, it was like a boomerang, returning to Uncle Hong’s arm in the blink of an eye, with half an apple in its mouth.

Everyone was startled, especially Mao Mao. It had a head full of messy sparse hair, and its two beady eyes looked at A’Bai blankly, its mouth half-open, and its hand still maintaining the posture of grabbing the apple.

After finally reacting, Mao Mao waved its only arm wildly in the air in a fit of anger, and then jumped off the sofa, leaping onto Bai Zi’s back, reaching out to snatch the apple back.

But A’Bai calmly raised its foot, its sharp claws grabbing Mao Mao’s hand, and the latter immediately bared its teeth in pain, hugging Bai Zi tightly.

“A’Bai,” Uncle Hong sighed, “You don’t eat apples, why did you steal it?”

Uncle Hong raised his hand and took the apple from the falcon’s mouth, handing it back to Mao Mao.

Mao Mao didn’t seem to trust Uncle Hong, but still cowered and took back its food, and then deliberately stuck its tongue out at A’Bai, spraying some saliva on the falcon’s face.

Uncle Hong, who had been caught in the crossfire, wiped his face indifferently, and then let A’Bai stand on the cabinet next to him, turning his head and saying: “I’ll help you unfold the sofa bed first, so you can sleep in a while.”

But just as he finished speaking, A’Bai on the cabinet leaped up again, snatching Mao Mao’s apple in mid-air with its sharp claws, and flying out the door in an instant.

Mao Mao was furious, and slapped Bai Zi’s head hard before jumping to the ground, following closely behind.

“This girl,” Uncle Hong shook his head helplessly. “Sorry, it usually stays in the car, and it’s bored, so it probably couldn’t help but tease the little monkey.”

Saying that, he called out “A’Bai” at the door, but couldn’t call the falcon back.

Bai Zi glanced at Uncle Hong, turned around and left the room: “I’ll go find them.”

Meng Yilan also followed closely behind, but was stopped by Uncle Hong: “Your wound…”

“It’s okay, you make the bed first.” Meng Yilan replied casually, and then quickly walked in the direction that Bai Zi had left.

Bai Zi ran to the main hall, and found that the food trucks from before had already been taken away.

Seven or eight injured people were spreading out sleeping bags, seemingly preparing to sleep, while Sister Hua was still sitting alone by the bonfire, drinking wine.

Seeing Bai Zi and Meng Yilan, Sister Hua pointed to the shelves not far away: “That bird and monkey ran over there.”

“Thank you.” After Bai Zi thanked her, she quickly ran in the direction that Sister Hua had pointed.

Meng Yilan, who had a wound on her body, couldn’t run fast, and could only follow behind.

The passage between the shelves was very long, and at first glance, it seemed to be a hundred meters long.

The shelves were very high, at least five or six meters, and various goods covered in dust were placed on them.

Bai Zi slowed down, carefully listening to the surrounding movements, and carefully searching for Mao Mao and A’Bai’s figures.

The further she went into the passage, the darker it became. Normal people would be blind in it, but Bai Zi could see everything clearly. She quickly found that on a row of shelves against the wall, Mao Mao was sticking its butt up, climbing up.

A’Bai was standing on the very top of the shelf, with half an apple in its mouth, its beautiful agate-like eyes staring arrogantly at Mao Mao below.

Bai Zi quickly ran over, grabbed the iron pole of the shelf with her hand, and with a little force, leaped onto the horizontal board on Mao Mao’s level. After crawling a few steps with her body slightly bent, she reached out and grabbed one of Mao Mao’s feet.

Mao Mao looked displeased, but only pouted, not struggling.

At this time, A’Bai, who had eaten half of the apple, stretched its neck and looked down.

Seeing Bai Zi pulling Mao Mao, wanting to leave, it suddenly swooped down towards Mao Mao. Bai Zi immediately pulled Mao Mao into her arms, and quickly rolled into the shelf, in order to avoid A’Bai’s attack.

The moment Bai Zi’s body hit the wall, she heard a hollow and dull loud noise.

Almost instinctively, she reached out and touched it, and found that she had knocked a hole in the wall.

Bai Zi put her hand into the hole in confusion, and immediately touched a pile of cold and soft things. She took one of them out, and found that it was a plastic bag filled with bright red liquid.

“Bai Zi? Mao Mao?”

Meng Yilan’s soft call came from under the shelf. At the same time, Mao Mao suddenly broke free from Bai Zi, quickly jumping off the shelf, chasing A’Bai and running into a small door next to it.

Bai Zi put the plastic bag back into the hole in the wall, and then jumped to the ground, saying to Meng Yilan, who had almost been startled by Mao Mao: “You go back first, I’ll come back as soon as I find her.”

Meng Yilan didn’t reply, but turned around and walked into the small door next to her, as if deliberately going against her.

Bai Zi frowned. She could feel that Meng Yilan seemed unhappy, but she couldn’t bother with it at all, and could only quickly follow behind Meng Yilan, following the stairs to the roof of the shopping mall.

It was pitch black outside. Meng Yilan illuminated the surroundings with a flashlight, and found that this was like a super large terrace without railings. The cracked cement ground was overgrown with weeds, and it seemed that if she drew some lines on it, she could use it as a soccer field.

“There.” Bai Zi pointed to a small power tower not far away and shouted.

She saw Mao Mao sitting on top of the power tower, eating an apple, and A’Bai was standing to the side, preening its feathers.

Mao Mao suddenly handed the apple in its hand to A’Bai, but A’Bai disdainfully turned its head away.

The two guys, who had been fighting fiercely just now, now seemed to have become close friends, sitting next to each other, very comfortably.

Meng Yilan and Bai Zi stood at the base of the tower, looking at Mao Mao and A’Bai, not speaking for a long while.

A gust of wind blew, and Meng Yilan shivered. Bai Zi immediately took off her coat to put it on her, but she dodged it.

Bai Zi looked around helplessly. The surrounding area seemed to be a suburban area of a certain city. There weren’t many buildings nearby, and there weren’t any tall buildings, but there were many plants, not like the previous prison, which was surrounded by a barren sandy land.

It was very dark, and she couldn’t see a single star.

Bai Zi looked at the dark sky, and said in a low voice: “Just now, I accidentally knocked open the wall next to the shelf, and found that there were a lot of bags of…probably human blood hidden inside.”

The mutants locked in wooden boxes, and the human blood hidden in the walls, what exactly was the Hongya Group doing?

Meng Yilan listened, and was silent for a long while, but asked an unrelated question: “Bai Zi, do you know that you suddenly lose your mind?”

Bai Zi lowered her head, looking at the long row of trucks parked on the highway not far away, and nodded.

Meng Yilan continued: “At that time, your eyes will change…”

Once again, someone mentioned her eyes, and Bai Zi couldn’t help but turn her head to look at Meng Yilan.

Another gust of wind blew, and Meng Yilan shrank her body. She raised her hand and hugged herself: “Like the mutant we saw in the toy store before.”

Bai Zi frowned, and didn’t speak for a long while.

“Before you turned into that, were there any signs? Do you remember?” Meng Yilan asked again.

Signs?

Bai Zi turned her head, looking at the person next to her.

When she saw Meng Yilan in danger, a strange agitation would surge in her body—this was the sign before Bai Zi lost her mind today, but she didn’t want to tell Meng Yilan about this.

“I don’t remember.” Bai Zi said lightly.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Meng Yilan suddenly covered her mouth and sneezed.

“You should go back first,” Bai Zi advised. “It’s too cold here.”

Meng Yilan stubbornly stood there: “Have you thought about it?”

Bai Zi sighed helplessly. She really didn’t want to continue arguing with Meng Yilan: “Okay, I agree.” ”

But before Meng Yilan could reply, Bai Zi took off her coat and put it on Meng Yilan, and added softly: “After your wound heals, I’ll leave immediately. You don’t need to help me find my parents, it’s best for us to… completely cut off contact.”

Meng Yilan stared at Bai Zi’s right eye. After a long while, she responded expressionlessly: “Okay.”

Footsteps came from not far away, and a light shone over: “Miss Meng?”

It was Uncle Hong.

A’Bai on the top of the tower leaped down, landing on Uncle Hong’s arm, and Mao Mao spat out the core of the apple, quickly climbing down the power tower, clinging to Bai Zi’s back.

Meng Yilan glanced at Bai Zi again, and then turned around to walk towards Uncle Hong.

Bai Zi stood there, watching Meng Yilan’s back for a long while, before carrying Mao Mao and slowly following.