Right on Target: Chapter 76 rest

Xie Zhenshu had no choice but to carry 7-006 forward. He is familiar with the snow, knows how to orientate in the heavy snow, and saw the rest stop after passing through the plantation.

The rest station is not big, its shape resembles a traditional yurt, with rounded spires and covered with thick felt-like things, but not thick felt. It is not only windproof and snowproof, but also equipped with a heating device, which is specially designed for the plantation police officers who patrol here in winter. However, these rest stops have been established for a long time, have been in disrepair all year round, and the built-in furnishings are old, and now they are on the verge of being eliminated.

Xie Zhenshu stood still in front of the rest stop.

The bag door of the rest stop sensed him with a "beep", and the detection device covered by frost and snow on the door turned on a blue light, and said in a baritone voice: "Hello, please enter," the voice jammed and gradually distorted, "You The document ... number of ...."

Xie Zhenshu dictated his ID number, and it took a long time for the door to open. The lights inside turned on, but the temperature did not rise accordingly. Xie Zhenshu pushed the door of the bag on his back, put 7-006 on the iron bed for rest, and pulled off a sheet for keeping warm from the side shelf. Thick blanket, wrap 7-006 up first.

7-006 was still in a coma, wrapped up in a ball, even his chin was blocked, making his face smaller and smaller. His mouth was tightly closed, and he seemed to be gritting his teeth. He was quieter when he was unconscious than when he was awake, as if he had the professionalism of an undercover agent, and he did not allow himself to reveal a single bit of information while in a coma. It's just that he had a severe fever, and the redness from the sweater on his neck spread to his cheeks. Not only did he not look like an "undercover agent", he also looked pitiful.

Xie Zhenshu found the heating device and pressed the switch, but there was no response. He squatted down to check the heating device, and found that it had broken down long ago, and the built-in connecting wires had been bitten off by rats.

The wind outside was urging violently, making the windows of the rest station "bang bang". Fortunately, the doors and windows here are firm and there is no air leakage.

Xie Zhenshu continued to search, and found a locker under the altar enshrining the Buddha statue, which contained a small hot drink machine, one liter of drinking water, a pack of paper cups, and two boxes of expired chocolates. He boiled water with a hot drink machine, and then found a pocket-sized electric heater among the debris piled up in the corner.

The electric heater is an old model, and the switch on the bottom is poorly designed. I don't know how long it will last.

Xie Zhenshu turned on the electric heater and put it beside the iron bed.

7-006 felt the temperature, and gradually recovered. Although the person has not woken up yet, he has some reactions. He gasped a few times, seeming to be in pain.

Xie Zhenshu took off the holster on the back of his waist, and poured out a tube of tightly packed energy bars from it. He took off the energy bar, stretched out his hand, and pressed 7-006's cheek with his knuckles.

7-006 frowned, turned his head unconsciously, not to be touched, and said, "Hmm..."

Xie Zhenshu said indifferently: "Hello."

He didn't know 7-006's real name, so he could only use "Hi" instead.

7-006 doesn't respond to "Hello" at all. He is the only one who calls others like that, and no one calls him like that. His breath was hot, and he buried his face in the thick blanket, shrinking even smaller on the iron bed.

Xie Zhenshu pulled 7-006's jaw back, pried open his lips and teeth with his thumb, and squeezed the energy bar in.

The vegetable juice-like liquid slipped into the mouth, bitter and astringent. 7-006 licked with the tip of his tongue, but failed to find the right way, but licked Xie Zhenshu's thumb instead.

Xie Zhenshu quickly withdrew his thumb and looked at 7-006 in surprise.

7-006 The nasal cavity is blocked, and the lips and teeth can only be half opened, and there is a slight panting. The temperature in the room was not high, but it was very dry. He became more and more thirsty, smoke was coming from his throat, and he licked his lips thinking about the little energy liquid just now.

"Gulu Gulu—"

The water in the hot drink machine was turned on, Xie Zhenshu got up immediately, as if to stay away from 7-006. He poured water into a paper cup, held it in one hand, and returned to the bed.

7-006 was already comatose with fever, and he moaned intermittently, his ravings were inaudible.

Xie Zhenshu wanted to pick up 7-006, but couldn't do it. After a while, he brought the water to 7-006's lips.

7-006 took two sips, arching the tip of his nose on the rim of the cup like a small animal. The snow on his body also melted, and the whole sweater was damp and wet, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to his body.

Xie Zhenshu got up again after feeding the water, and found the old quilt from the shelf. He went back to the bed, untied the thick blanket, and let 7-006 air out. 7-006's trouser legs were dripping, and his socks were wet, soaking the inside of the thick blanket.

God testifies.

Xie Zhenshu doesn't have any non-mission ideas for 7-006. He lightly covered 7-006 with a quilt, and quickly took off 7-006's wet clothes. The dexterous fingers that were usually used to assemble guns, re-wrapped 7-006 in the quilt before he felt cold.

Perfect.

Xie Zhenshu put 7-006 wrapped in silkworms back on the bed, keeping a certain distance from himself. Then, he turned on the electric heater to the maximum, placed it between the two of them, put on a thick damp blanket, drank two cups of hot water, and waited for the snow to stop.

The windows were covered with frost, the sky was overcast, and the snow showed no sign of stopping.

Xie Zhenshu felt that the paper cup was very hot, so hot that he had no place to rest his thumb. The sharp and ruthless eyes were half down, looking at his thumb, which seemed to still have a soft and slippery touch. In a short time, the snow on Xie Zhenshu's shoulders melted, and his shirt became wet. He turned the paper cup around like a stealth, so as to block his thumb. Then he meditated silently in his heart as if facing a wall and thinking about the past.

7-006 is dangerous.