A Weak Passerby | BL, EDITED MTL

Chapter 129: haven't seen you for a long time

Chapter 129 Long time no see

Zhao Jiayan was also a little sad after listening to this. He recalled Huo Lin's state when he just entered the kitchen. He couldn't help but look back at the kitchen and muttered in a low voice: "Could it be that someone as calm as Brother Lin would be so persistent in finding Dr. Chen's remains?"

After saying this, Zhao Jiayan seemed to suddenly think of something and asked, "Brother Zhi, when are we leaving here?"

The original purpose of the three of them coming to the West City Base was to find Dr. Chen's box.

Now that the box has been found, there seems to be no reason for them to stay in this base city any longer.

Although the overall environment of the base city is quite good, and as high-level psychics, they receive very substantial benefits, but no matter how good these conditions are, Zhao Jiayan still prefers to live in Jellyfish Residence, and then live a life of aimlessly walking on the road, searching for supplies on the street.

There is no need to be constrained, nor to follow rules set by others, and you will not be secretly monitored.

This free and easy lifestyle is much more comfortable than staying in the base city.

Zhao Jiayan thought so and spoke out his thoughts directly.

After thinking for a moment, Liu Qingzhi said what he had said to Huo Zhengshi before: "Let's see what happens tomorrow."

Zhao Jiayan nodded: "Okay."

Soon, a very tempting aroma gradually came from the kitchen.

Because it was a midnight snack, Huo Lin did not make the food too greasy, but mainly made it light and tasty.

After Liu Qingzhi had her midnight snack, she sat on the sofa for a while and then went back to her room to wash up.

But before leaving, he handed Dr. Chen's box to Huo Lin.

Zhao Jiayan took the initiative to wash the dishes.

As for Huo Lin, he returned to his room with the box containing Dr. Chen's belongings and quietly read the diary.

There are three diaries, and each one is filled with writing, with every page filled with dense handwriting.

As the person whose diaries were recorded the most, Huo Lin was actually quite familiar with the contents of the diary because they were almost all personal experiences. It could be said that he knew at least half of them.

But even so, he still read it very seriously from the first page.

I read every sentence and every word carefully, from beginning to end, word by word.

By the time he finished reading all three diaries, the sky outside the window had gradually brightened.

The night slowly faded away and the day emerged from the floating clouds.

The sun has never appeared since the outbreak of the apocalypse, and when the first ray of light in the morning shines in through the window, there is no longer the same warm and gentle feeling as before.

Huo Lin closed the last diary and stacked the three diaries neatly together.

He stood up, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and felt the light coming in through the glass. He raised his eyelids, and something flashed in his irises that were a bit mixed-blood gray, and finally returned to calm in a moment.

After adjusting all his emotions, Huo Lin turned around and walked back to the coffee table, put the diary on the coffee table into the box, closed the box, and walked out of the room.