Eleven years ago, Hongyuan Building, a shell company that illegally researched genetic drugs, was ruined by an accident and a fire.
Three or four years ago, RT-103, a genetic drug with similar efficacy to that of eleven years ago, was born.
At this point, the sky in Yunhai City is filled with strange clouds.
Mu Mingqing, who didn't like to go out, was asked by her aunt to deliver food to the uncle, the chief, who worked in the police station, because she wanted to go out more often. On the way to deliver the food, she was attracted by Mr. Cheng from the crime team and became a consultant in the crime team.
Half a year later, when the case came to an end, Mu Mingqing also withdrew from the serious crime team due to his own reasons.
Today, three or four years later, Mu Mingqing was involved again and met the child with whom he had promised to be together forever eleven years ago.
Mu Mingqing said: "Running away from home?"
"Or were you kidnapped and trafficked here?"
The young man knew what he meant, shook his head, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I was too eager to find someone, and my luggage was lost."
Mu Mingqing: "......"
Mu Mingqing's voice couldn't help but take on a scolding tone, "Looking for someone?"
"How can you be so anxious to find someone? Even your luggage has been lost, yet you still don't forget to look for someone."
"Why don't you lose yourself?!"
As soon as he said this, even he was a little surprised that he still had such a side.
The young man wrinkled his nose, his nasal voice was slightly thicker, and he said aggrievedly: "I don't dare to lose myself, I'm afraid he won't find me."
Mu Mingqing: "..."
The young man said again: "I miss him, very much, very much."
He looked at Mu Mingqing intently, as if these words were said specifically to him.
Mu Mingqing: "......"
Intention: One day, the strange clouds will dissipate.