When the siren rang through the dock, Ji Linming found Yu Linbai in the shadow of the container. The boy was using a lighter to burn the tracking chip on his arm. The firelight reflected the faded burn under the collarbone - the black mark of CX-017, which is the exclusive code of the seventh batch of experimental subjects.
"Why do you believe me?" Yu Linbai suddenly asked.
Ji Linming slowly lifted up his cuffs, and the same mark appeared on his pale skin with bruises: "In the explosion seven years ago... We should have been corpses." His fingertips stroked the uneven scars, "What are you going to do now? Go back to school? If that's the case, it's better not to go."
Yu Linbai was puzzled, but then he thought of something strange and asked: "What day is today?"
"No. 18, What's wrong?"
"I've been sleeping for so long... I wonder how Uncle Zhao is doing..." "Isn't today a school day? Why are you here?"
Ji Linming was a little confused. He couldn't say that he was here for Yu Linbai. After all, he cared about it. I could only make up a lie, "Ah? Me?..." I didn't know how to say it, and the words stayed in my throat for a long time. "Sorry, I didn't know..."
Intention: Be good