[Host, why did the villain come back in the middle of the night?]
The system pondered for a long time but still didn't know the reason why Qin Qi appeared outside. It couldn't be that he realized that Ya Xiao had disappeared in the middle of the night and ran out to look for the host, was it?
As a matter of fact, the system had been paying attention to Ya Xiao's room, preventing anyone from intruding into it. It could guarantee that absolutely no one had realized that the host was not in the room.
When the handsome young man stepped on the bedroom floor, the effect of the Great Demon Experience Voucher instantly dissipated, and a black-haired young man wearing a tuxedo appeared instead.
Ya Xiao raised his hand to unbutton his clothes, thought for a moment, and truthfully shook his head, "I don't know."
Qin Qi was harboring a lot of secrets.
As a marshal, he could have left everything to his subordinates, but Qin Qi chose to go out in the middle of the night, so it was obvious that this matter was not trivial.
Ya Xiao's interest in Qin Qi was growing.
However, he did not dwell too much on this matter. His tail, which was glowing with dark blue light, swung left and right in mid-air. Anyway, he would know sooner or later.
If a demon wanted to know something, it would know it.
After the beginning of the spring meeting, Ya Xiao was much busier than before. In addition to attending the butler meeting, he knocked on Qin Qi's door at six o'clock in the morning every day, accompanying the other party to participate in the marshals' meeting.
Today was no exception.
Ya Xiao took Qin Qi's military jacket. He slowly and methodically helped him to put on the buttons and straighten the folds on the clothes: "How did the marshal rest last night?"
"Hm, very well."
Qin Qi's face did not change, as calm and steady as usual, as if he had not gone out alone in the middle of the night yesterday.
"Why do you ask?" Qin Qi noticed Ya Xiao's puzzled expression and paused for a moment to ask a question.
Ya Xiao blinked and shook his head, "It's nothing. I didn't record the marshal's TH value last night, so I'm just a little worried."
When the young butler stood up with an arched eyebrow and retreated behind him, Qin Qi retracted his gaze, gave a calm hmmm, and turned towards the door.
Ya Xiao was not slow to follow him as he had done before.
By the time evening rolled around, he pinpointed the time to leave Qin Qi's room.
"Fourth Uncle, do you think the marshal will still go out tonight?" Ya Xiao asked when he returned to his room.
[Does the host need me to spy?]
The system jumped at the chance. It's daily tasks weren't heavy right now, mostly just spying on Sheng Cheng. The system felt that it could help the host share his worries again.
Ya Xiao was a little moved, but then shook his head and refused. Fourth Uncle was a retired system, certain data could no longer sustain a high-intensity operation. Although he was curious about what Qin Qi was doing, he also knew the lesser of two evils.
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The system nodded indulgently, wiping its glasses, and continued to spy on Sheng Cheng.
Ya Xiao shopped around the system mall and stayed in his bedroom for a while, waiting until nearly midnight before heading to the club again.
This time, however, Sheldor did not appear on the third floor.
According to the news that Fourth Uncle had sent over yesterday, it seemed that Sheldor had instructed his men to approach him?
Ya Xiao raised his hand and touched his ear, but did not feel his familiar ear bone clip. He lowered his hand, the smile in his eyes deepening a bit.
Without hesitation, he followed his usual habits at the club, moving naturally as he stood on the stargazer, tweaking the figures from the public telescope.
From time to time, he talked a few words with the astronomy enthusiasts next to him, acting like an ordinary member of the club.
It was at this time that Sheldor's subordinate, Kunge, arrived at the third floor.
He had seen the young man with the scorpion braid in the surveillance early on walking into the club and secretly observed for a while before putting out his cigarette and coming out of the surveillance room.
According to the information, the young man named Ya Bu, a freelancer, had been alone since he arrived in the central city and had stumbled into the club to find inspiration for his writings.
This was not surprising.
After the destruction of the Seventh Base, the surviving residents were dispersed to various bases.
However, the rules, habits, and styles of each base were very different. Coupled with the limited resources, the ordinary people of each base rejected outsiders.
This also led to the fact that it was difficult for the people at the bottom of the Seventh Base to completely integrate into the other bases.
They were obviously lucky to have survived that disaster, but like the dead souls of the Seventh Base, they could only wander off in a foreign land alone.
Kunge was also a survivor of the Seventh Base.
He understood his compatriots who had the same experience as himself. Ya Bu, a young man who was also far away from the crowd, should be just like them in the past, lonely and helpless, not knowing the direction and path of the future.
With this thought in mind, Kunge took the initiative to approach Ya Bu unobtrusively and chatted with him.
The youth with the scorpion braid hanging behind his waist looked quiet but was not a man of few words. At first, he seemed not too accustomed to chatting with Kunge, but the two soon became familiar with each other.
As the chat deepened, when Kunge secretly revealed his identity from the Seventh Base, "Ya Bu" froze for a moment.
"You are also a survivor of the Seventh Base?"
"Also?"
Kunge pretended to be puzzled, then raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised and complicated, "Could it be that you are too?"
"Ya Bu" seemed to have not encountered anyone from the Seventh Base for a long time, and his expression was a bit excited. He seemed to realize his inappropriateness. He covered his eyes with his hand to hide his emotions, the other hand blocked Kunge, and his voice was a bit trembling:
"I'm sorry, I haven't seen much of the people from the Seventh Base since I left it."
"It's okay."
Kunge couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken when he saw this expression on the young man's face. The Seventh Base disappeared too suddenly, and almost overnight, the home that they relied on for survival disappeared from the map of the human realm.
It had to be said that Ya Xiao's behavior like this instantly plunged Kunge into heavy memories and also made him subconsciously categorize the other party within the ranks of his companions.
Ya Xiao was a demon.
The power of a demon made him unashamed to pretend. Every demon was born to be the best actor, and whenever he wanted to act, he would never let anyone see the cracks.
After noticing that Kunge's mood had softened, Ya Xiao smoothly brought up the various memories of the Seventh Base with him. Of course, since Ya Xiao had never been to the Seventh Base, most of the time, he just acted as the initiator of the conversation and let the other party pick up the conversation without any trace.
Because the timing of Ya Xiao's delivery of words was all too natural, Kunge did not notice anything wrong.
With one having a natural affinity for his companion, and the other interested in making good relations with the other, the atmosphere was very cordial for a while.
Seeing that the time was right, Kunge paused for a moment, found an excuse, and led the youth to a certain lounge on the third floor.
"So there's a lounge here?"
Ya Bu glanced around, his blue eyes colored with a smile, and did not ask the other party why he had brought himself here as if he held an extremely deep trust in his compatriot from the Seventh Base.
Seeing this, Kunge's favorability towards Ya Bu, which was already not low, multiplied once again.
He used to be a pharmacist working in the pharmaceutical bureau and was now nearly middle-aged. At first glance, he looked like a dispirited uncle, with little spirit, purely a negative person.
However, Kunge did not live for nothing for so many years. He knew in his heart that the organization could live without himself, but could not live without new forces.
The more Ya Bu misses the Seventh Base, the more loyal he will be to the organization when he learns the truth.
In the midst of the silence, Kunge spoke out, "Ya Bu, do you know how the Seventh Base was destroyed?"
Ya Xiao froze for a moment, instantly realizing that it was time for him to act again. The smile on his face tightened a bit, his eyes dimmed, and his voice lowered, "I don't know. This matter is being investigated by the marshals of every base, but there has been no result, has there? They all said that it should be the demonic insects that destroyed the barrier."
"Don't listen to their nonsense!"
Kunge suddenly interrupted Ya Xiao, his drooping eyelids raised, and his disheveled eyes seemed to have sparks bursting out of them, inexplicably appearing a little crazy in the dimly lit room:
"They are all lying to you! The Seventh Base was destroyed by Qin Qi. He destroyed our barrier! Qin Qi is a hypocrite! A villain!"
As if he was dumbfounded by his words, Ya Xiao didn't have much of a reaction for a moment, acting like an ordinary person who suddenly learned of this matter. He shook his head a little and said in disbelief, "What are you talking about? That person is a marshal of a border base. Marshals are guardians who put their lives on the line, how could he destroy our barrier?"
"He has no reason to do this, doesn't he?"
"There is a reason."
Kunge's hatred leaked out from between his teeth, "He did it all to save the Sixth Base. Our base was destroyed because of him!"
"Save the Sixth Base? Why do you say that?"
Ya Xiao tried to get him to say more.
Why would the members of this organization actually agree that Qin Qi destroyed the base? It must be realized that even the protagonist group only came up with such speculation at the end.
And yet, it was as if this organization of Kunge's had already determined this conclusion.
However, Kunge had no intention of saying more. He braked in time and turned to invite the other party to join their organization, "You will naturally know about these things when you join us."
"Us?" Ya Bu was a bit shocked by the onslaught of news after news, "Are there a lot of people who know about this?"
Kunge exhaled slowly, "Well, we're all Seventh Base survivors in our organization."
He pressed Ya Xiao's shoulder, inexplicable emotions welling up in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "It was because I knew such a tragic truth that I chose to avenge the Seventh Base. Everything we had was destroyed in that catastrophe."
"If not for Qin Qi, if it wasn't for him, we would have been living in the Seventh Base with our own friends and loved ones, instead of rotting and stinking in other bases like we are now!"
"You would join us, wouldn't you?"
Kunge's tone was eager, staring intently at the young man in front of him who seemed to have fallen into disarray.
It would be best for Ya Bu to just agree to join the organization.
The organization couldn't be exposed now.
Kunge didn't want to kill his own compatriots with his own hands, but only the dead would not reveal their secrets. He left Ya Bu with enough time for him to think.
After a long time, Ya Bu, who was in a daze, slowly raised his head, and only asked one question:
"Was the Seventh Base really destroyed by Qin Qi?"
"Yes."
Kunge looked at the other man who seemed to be concerned only about this one thing. He pulled the corner of his mouth, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it, the strong tobacco gradually chasing away those painful memories, "He's the one to blame for everything."
The lounge fell into silence.
Gray smoke filled the air.
After a while, the young man's voice was dry and hoarse, "I understand, I'm going to join the organization."