TLCBITAR Chapter 222

Chapter 222: The Institute

After dinner, Pei Yanlie really planned to take Zhou Zhou to a nearby park for a stroll. However, plans couldn’t keep up with changes. A call from the Federation military made his expression serious.

Zhou Zhou had just begun to relax when the vague words of interstellar thugs and death tolls from the phone call made him worried again.

He retracted his gaze from the hovercar window and turned to Pei Yanlie. His thick eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if determined to pinch a fly to death.

The hovercar circled above the park a few times before finally heading towards Pei Yanlie’s home.

Zhou Zhou pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, his eyes reflecting Pei Yanlie’s stern face. The unintentional coldness emanating from him grew stronger and stronger. After hanging up the phone, Pei Yanlie reached out and hugged Zhou Zhou tightly, regretfully saying, “I can’t accompany you to the park for a walk. I’ll send you home first.”

Zhou Zhou reached out and wrapped his arms around his firm, lean waist, and said in a muffled voice, “Okay, let’s go back then.”

At this moment, no amount of words seemed powerful enough. Pei Yanlie was a general who protected the country and its people, and Zhou Zhou couldn’t possibly stop him from going to dangerous places.

His heart was tangled and tormented. On one hand, he was afraid that Pei Yanlie would be injured or even killed, and on the other hand, he felt proud and proud of him.

The hand clasping his waist suddenly tightened. Zhou Zhou groaned softly, for a moment thinking that his bones and blood were about to merge into Pei Yanlie’s chest.

“Zhou Zhou, be a good boy and wait for me to come back.” Pei Yanlie pulled away slightly, his slightly cool nose touching Zhou Zhou’s nose, gently kissing Zhou Zhou’s lips, which were pale with worry. The force gradually increased until his lips became congested and red, before he probed with his tongue and intertwined with him.

Zhou Zhou responded fiercely. For a moment, a fiery and ambiguous atmosphere filled the hovercar.

Back at Pei Yanlie’s luxurious villa, Zhou Zhou stood alone at the door, raising his eyes to stare at the man in mid-air, who was cold and unfeeling on the outside but incomparably fiery towards him on the inside. “Come back early, be careful.”

Pei Yanlie stared deeply at him, a strong reluctance rising in his heart. He really wanted to keep this person by his side, never leaving his side.

However, this trip was fraught with dangers, and he couldn’t possibly let Zhou Zhou set foot in dangerous situations.

“I’ll be back within a week at the earliest. Take care of yourself, and especially watch out for those people at the Institute.” Pei Yanlie had been keeping an eye on the Institute’s movements, knowing that Song Shaolin still harbored a great interest in Zhou Zhou.

He had created a lot of trouble for him both overtly and covertly, so that Song Shaolin had been so busy these days that he had never left the Institute half a step.

Now that he was leaving Main Star and going to the most dangerous place in the distant interstellar space, he was worried about Zhou Zhou’s safety, so he had arranged for professional bodyguards to follow Zhou Zhou early in the morning.

Zhou Zhou grinned and gave him a reassuring smile. “Okay, I’ll be careful.”

The two men’s intertwined gazes were finally separated by the car window. Zhou Zhou watched the hovercar disappear into the night sky, his face collapsing in an instant. His expression was dejected as he stared blankly in the direction Pei Yanlie had left, at this moment he was like a dog abandoned by its owner, sighing in frustration.

Message prompts kept coming from his optical brain. Zhou Zhou was in no mood to look at them, dragging his unusually heavy steps into the spacious and empty villa living room.

For two days in a row, Pei Yanlie had only sent Zhou Zhou two short messages to report his safety, after which there was no news.

During work, all he could think about was Pei Yanlie’s figure: the domineering him, the cunning him, the gentle him, the crying him, all kinds of him.

His obvious distraction aroused Ge Ziyun’s dissatisfaction. The general’s departure from the Main Star was no secret in the military, and she had finally found an outlet for her frustrations of the past few days.

Thinking that the general had not taken any action regarding her actions last time, she couldn’t help but guess Zhou Zhou’s importance in the general’s heart.

Maybe the general just regarded him as a tool for venting his desires, just playing around.

Dark thoughts sprouted like bamboo shoots after a rain, especially after receiving Xiaoyang’s self-pitying messages. Ge Ziyun could hardly suppress her evil thoughts and began a new round of targeting.

She slammed a large pile of documents mercilessly on Zhou Zhou’s desk, and said coldly, “Organize the contents of the documents before you get off work today.”

The uncompromising tone did not touch Zhou Zhou’s heart. He looked blurredly at the documents that were almost taller than his head, thinking that he was seeing things.

A slight discomfort came from his head. As time went on, the pain gradually intensified. He couldn’t hear Ge Ziyun’s scolding at all. He bent down, lay on his desk, and closed his eyes.

Since Pei Yanlie’s disappearance, he hadn’t slept well, or even at all. He hadn’t slept for three days. At this moment, he didn’t know why, but sleepiness was overwhelming his consciousness.

In a daze, a sense of unease lingered in his heart.

Something’s not right, something’s really not right!

He wanted to open his heavy eyelids, but struggled in vain.

He didn’t know how long it had passed when a strong, pungent smell of disinfectant rushed into Zhou Zhou’s nose.

He coughed a few times and struggled to open his eyes.

All he could see was white. There seemed to be a layer of transparent glass on top, and bright, dazzling lights shone through the glass into his dazed eyes.

Where is this?

Wasn’t I at work?

Is this a dream?

Thinking of his irregular schedule these days, ignoring the housekeeper’s advice, his pupils shrank, and a chilling thought exploded in his mind.

Could it be that I died suddenly?

“Just a little bit of anesthetic, and it made you sleep for a full 24 hours.” A hoarse voice suddenly came.

Zhou Zhou’s whole body shook, completely awake. He wanted to sit up, only to find that his hands and feet were shackled, and he could only turn his head to look at the source of the sound.

A dazzling white coat, and a somewhat familiar man.

Although he didn’t know his name, Zhou Zhou finally remembered that this was the man who had tried to use an anesthetic needle to take him back to the Institute in the Federation hospital.

He finally knew his current situation. The experimental equipment that came into view verified his thoughts.

This, is the Institute!

Fuck, what the fuck?!

He was actually brought to the Institute by these grandsons while he was at work?

Did the Institute have so much power to enter the military and then kidnap him?

What’s more, the bodyguards were always protecting him in the dark, he knew that.

Where exactly did things go wrong? His face darkened as he stared fiercely at the man who walked up to him.

This morning, he didn’t eat breakfast like he had been doing for the past few days, but he did eat the fruit that Ling Jiayi had kindly shared with him.

Was the fruit poisoned?

That’s impossible. Other people in the office ate it too, and he only took a bite unconsciously and didn’t feel like eating any more.

But, apart from the fruit, he couldn’t think of anywhere else he could have been poisoned.

He had been so preoccupied with Pei Yanlie all morning that he hadn’t even had time to drink a sip of water from the office.

Seeing Zhou Zhou frowning and looking preoccupied, Song Shaolin curled his lips into a sarcastic smile. “A flower raised in a greenhouse, how would you know that there are so many dirty people and things in this world? What if you’re protected by the general? In the end, didn’t you still come back into my hands? My test subject, how do you feel now? Hahaha!”

The vicious and crazy laughter stimulated Zhou Zhou’s eardrums. He looked coldly at Song Shaolin’s twisted face, biting his lower lip to calm himself down.

“You should feel lucky that you’re about to be studied by me.” Song Shaolin became excited, his eyes bursting with fiery light, his lips trembling with excitement.

“I think your brain is more worthy of research, you psychopath.” Zhou Zhou clenched his fist in the place where he couldn’t see it, his nails piercing his palm. The pain allowed him to barely maintain his composure.

However, the terrifying legends about the Institute emerged inappropriately.

Gene modification surgery, skin replacement, brain replacement experiments, human virus chain synthesis experiments, collection surgery of unknown black hole substances, and so on.

After almost being caught by the people from the Institute, he couldn’t help but search for various horrific experiments conducted by the Institute in the past hundred years.

Although he didn’t know if they were true or false, Zhou Zhou saw Song Shaolin’s completely crazy appearance and believed that these rumors were mostly true.

The other party had really put a lot of effort into studying him. He could only blame himself for not being able to recognize people’s hearts, and he didn’t even know how he had been tricked.

“Do you have people in the office?” Zhou Zhou asked without hope. He guessed that Song Shaolin wouldn’t say much nonsense to him, but he didn’t expect that in the next moment, Song Shaolin would directly reveal the whole plan.

Zhou Zhou’s face was extremely ugly, his eyes churning with intense anger.

Song Shaolin was not very satisfied with his reaction. The expected roar and hysteria did not appear.

He liked to watch living people struggling on the operating table, roaring and begging for mercy. At that time, he could often get a strong pleasure, which was more exciting and exciting than men and women.

Without exception, all those experimental subjects were thoroughly studied by him, from small cells and tissues to large bones and flesh. A large number of people couldn’t stand the torment and often died tragically on the operating table before the experiment was over.

“I’m looking forward to what surprises you’ll give me next.” Song Shaolin touched the glass with his palm, muttering chilling words. His fingers were swiping on the glass, the position was right at Zhou Zhou’s head.

His scalp instantly went numb, and a chill swept through his body. Although he was a person who had “died” once, he was still afraid of death.

He was afraid that he would never see Pei Yanlie again, afraid that after he regained his memory, he would lose himself again.

He would collapse, wouldn’t he? He definitely would, right?