The waste is going to strike back

Chapter 201 The Team in the Truck

The next day, Mu Xin woke up with back pain.

When he woke up, the sun was already shining brightly, and the man who had been lying next to him was long gone.

Mu Xin habitually reached out his hand to touch the bed next to him, but instead of feeling the familiar warmth, his skin felt ice-cold.

The coolness drove away the sleepiness in Mu Xin's mind. He suddenly opened his eyes and wanted to sit up, but his waist began to protest.

"Damn it." Mu Xin cried out in pain and fell on the soft bed, rubbing his waist with his hands, his face full of colorful colors.

"Damn it, this Yan Shaohui!"

Mu Xin knew that Yan Shaohui must have taken advantage of his exhaustion and fallen asleep, and then ran away secretly.

Mu Xin was stabbing Yan Shaohui in his heart, and his expression was full of frustration. But he couldn't do anything because of his back pain.

So Mu Xin, who was lying dead in bed, missed breakfast perfectly.

It was almost time for lunch and Mu Xin's stomach had already started to growl with hunger. Out of responsibility for his own life, he decided to go to eat lunch even if he had to hold his waist.

Mu Xin struggled to put on his clothes. In addition to the pain in his muscles and waist, there was also pain in a certain private part.

It took him ten minutes to put on a shirt and jeans that would have only taken a minute, and cold sweat broke out on his back and forehead.

God knows how many times Mu Xin scolded Yan Shaohui from head to toe in these ten minutes.

It was obvious that this was done to make things difficult for him so that he couldn't go with them.

Xiahou Shuo, who was leisurely eating lunch made by the old housekeeper, saw Mu Xin opening the door and walking in with his hands on his waist and a look of pain on his face. He raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You are really amazing. The old housekeeper and I thought you would recover by tomorrow. He just told me that he would bring you some food later."

Mu Xin coughed lightly with an embarrassed look on his face, "Uh, it's not that serious." How embarrassing! Let's see how Yan Shaohui will deal with him when he comes back!

"Oh." Xiahou Shuo nodded meaningfully. Then he told the old butler beside him to prepare bowls and chopsticks for Mu Xin.

Mu Xinhao sat down on the stool slowly, then frowned suddenly and took a breath.

Xiahou Shuo raised his face and raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Mu Xin's mouth twitched as he replied stiffly, "It's okay," then sat down with gritted teeth.

After barely finishing his lunch, Mu Xin felt as if he had been punished and was covered in sweat.

He didn't have time to say a few more words to Xiahou Shuo, and ran back to the garage where he lived with unsteady steps.

"Mu Xin and Yan Shaohui have always had a good relationship." Xiahou Shuo chuckled, took a sip of tea, and uttered a few words.

The housekeeper just smiled knowingly and continued to clean up the leftovers on the table. A master and a servant, an old and a young, they were very harmonious in the quiet environment.

The camera turned and came to Yan Shaohui.

At this time, he was driving the car borrowed from Xiahou Shuo, looking at the map Xiahou Shuo gave him from time to time, and driving on the road of Yagura Base.

In order not to be exposed, he even disguised himself. His neatly groomed hair was deliberately ruffled to cover his sharp and narrow eyes. Although Yan Shaohui was a mysophobe, he hadn't had time to shave for several days, so his originally smooth and white chin was now covered with scraggly beard, looking very sloppy.

After changing into a set of shabby clothes and bending his back slightly, his entire temperament changed drastically from before.

If you don't look at his face deliberately, you would hardly recognize him as the famous Yan Shaohui. You would just think he was a down-and-out hapless vagrant.

He drove left and right, the place he went to became more and more remote, and the people he saw became fewer and fewer. In the end, there was no building except a road.

"This Xiahou Shuo, is he deceiving me? Why do I feel like I'm in the wilderness?" Yan Shaohui frowned, parked the car on the side of the road, and looked at the map in his hand that Xiahou Shuo had drawn himself, wanting to stare a hole in the map.

But Yan Shaohui looked at the map carefully three or four times, and following the instructions on the map, he was indeed making the right move.

But logically speaking, he should be able to see the laboratory from his current position, but all he could see was a road and the rest was wasteland.

Yan Shaohui sighed, then leaned his head on the steering wheel, feeling quite powerless.

Where is he going to find this? I am speechless.

Why do all these scientists like to do mysterious things? Xiahou Yunjie is one, and so is Yan Su...

Wait! Yan Shaohui suddenly remembered something.

His head straightened up, his eyes glowing with gold. How could he forget? Yan Su and Xiahou Yunjie were from the same school, so if they had quirks, they would probably be similar.

Yan Su has a hobby, that is, in addition to the main entrance of the laboratory, he also likes to make some secret doors on the ground, which lead directly to the laboratory. According to him, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, just in case, if something unexpected happens, he can go out from those places.

And didn't Mu Xin say that in his previous life, Xiahou Yunjie's laboratory was underground? So it should be the same in this life.

Yan Shaohui put away the map and drove the car to a field where the weeds were as tall as an adult, so that he could hide the car inside without being discovered by Ming Xiche or Xiahou Yunjie's men.

He came out of the car with a weapon in hand, and then started looking for a mechanism or something similar that could open the secret door at Xiahou Shuobiao's place.

Yan Shaohui was worried that someone would see him, so he could only half-crawl, hiding himself in the grass, and then check the ground bit by bit.

But this is time-consuming and labor-intensive. Even though Yan Shaohui has excellent physical fitness, he can hardly persist for about an hour.

Just when he was about to take a break, a large military truck suddenly appeared on the road and stopped where he had parked his car.

Yan Shaohui's expression suddenly became nervous. He lay motionless in the grass, looking at the big truck with sharp eyes.

The driver's door of the truck opened and a man got out.

The man waved towards the front of the car, and then the person in the passenger seat jumped out.

They chatted for a while on the side of the road, then took out two small ladders and placed them on the back of the truck, as if they were going to move something down.

Yan Shaohui hid in the bushes, watching without blinking, afraid of missing anything.

He understood that this car was used to transport something to Xiahou Yunjie's laboratory, but it was hard to say what it was.

The driver jumped onto the back of the truck with big strides, lifted the curtain, and walked in.

Not long after, the driver came out, saying something viciously to the back, waving an iron bar in his hand, as if threatening the things in the truck.

Is it an animal? Or a zombie? Or... a human?

Countless questions popped up in Yan Shaohui's mind, and the answer was in that big army green truck.

Just when Yan Shaohui was filled with doubts, a team appeared from the large army green truck and walked out one after another. The clothes they wore were clean and tidy, but their faces were pale and they looked determined to die.

"These people are actually the residents of those bases?" Yan Shaohui's eyes flashed with shock, then understanding, and finally he calmed down.

"Damn it, haven't you eaten? Hurry up! Otherwise, the people in the lab will report you to the commander!" The driver had a ferocious look on his face and spoke in a direct and bad tone.

Those people looked like prisoners who were exiled to the frontier in ancient times. Their faces were pale, their steps were unsteady, and the anklets on their feet rubbed against the ground, making a harsh but continuous collision sound that made people feel very uncomfortable.

The driver's role is the same as that of the officers and soldiers who escort the prisoners. He is responsible for driving them around like livestock.

After the last person in the truck stumbled out of the car, the driver gathered them together. Yan Shaohui then discovered that those people not only had shackles on their ankles, but also had chains on their hands, which were then wrapped around their necks and tied to the next person, so that everyone was connected together and no one could escape.

Once one person shows unusual movement, the whole body will be affected and everyone will react. Those who are responsible for watching them will naturally discover the abnormality and take corresponding measures.