About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

Orson was certain that the device was running out of energy, and that was why the doctor was becoming increasingly weak.

Orson firmly believed that as long as the machine was charged, the doctor's physical condition would improve.

The power source for this machine is none other than Originium.

"Orson, Orson! Today I figured out how to transport Kjerag's ice to Leithania. All we have to do is drill a hole in the mountainside... Orson? You look so serious. Are you secretly pondering something you can't figure out?"

The doctor leaned against the wall and asked Orson while pretending to be as energetic as ever.

"—Nothing, Doctor. What would you like to eat for lunch? Although we only have some cabbage and corn left here."

Orson paused, perhaps out of a little 'revenge', and he did not tell the doctor about his 'plan'.

It is not difficult to get access to Originium. The village will regularly go to the nearby mines to mine Originium and hand it over to the nearby patrol team in exchange for a very small amount of supplies to survive.

But while accessing it was easy, taking it away was another matter entirely. Guards in protective suits were stationed at the mine's sole entrance, conducting body searches. After all, Originium fetched considerable sums on the black market, so the government kept a close watch on it.

Orson thought of many solutions, and every time he went to dig a hole, he would secretly observe the environment structure.

If Orson were given more time, he might really be able to find a way to secretly transport the source stone out.

However, when the doctor fell into a coma again and did not wake up for a whole day, Orson knew that he had no time left.

In fact, all of his previous plans were based on the premise that "Originium has a strong infectious property." In other words, if he didn't consider the infectious property of Originium...

In fact, it is surprisingly easy to bring this thing out.

After the second day of source stone mining, Orson followed other villagers through the entrance inspection.

"You stop."

"……anything?"

A patrol member stopped Orson roughly.

"Don't think I didn't see you secretly putting Originium in your pocket, right? Come on, take it out."

The patrolman gently held the baton in his hand and looked at the skinny Ursus boy in front of him with interest.

Next, he only needed to take the Originium from this brat, and then he could beat him half to death openly for fun.

Orson wordlessly reached into his pocket and pulled out an oval pebble.

"I just want to take this stone home to collect—Pfft!"

"Damn it, you little brat, you think this is funny? Get out of here!"

The patrolman, who thought he had caught the thief, hit Orson on the back with a baton and then yelled at him to get out.

——Succeeded.

After leaving the mine and returning home, Orson opened his mouth, pulled out a thin rope from his teeth, and kept pulling it upwards.

“Ugh—cough cough cough!!”

Accompanied by a violent vomiting, a source stone was spit out from Orson's mouth.

Simple method, effective method.

Orson glanced at the doctor who was still completely unconscious on the bed, then he picked up the Originium and walked towards the temporary 'laboratory (warehouse)' with a determined look.

The doctor had once taught him how to purify Originium. Even though the equipment he had was extremely crude, even though he had never actually operated it before, even though he didn't have any isolation equipment—

"Trust me, Doctor."

Orson placed the Originium into the vessel and concentrated on operating the strange yet familiar instrument.

A few days later——

"Hmmmm... Feels like I got a good night's sleep, Orson?"

As the transcription module's energy was replenished, the doctor opened his eyes again.

"Good morning, Doctor."

Orson smiled at the doctor, and under his clothes, the black crystals were quietly waiting for the next complete explosion.

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"Well……"

In a daze, Orson woke up from his sleep.

After feeling an inexplicable sense of loss, he quickly realized that something was wrong.

Why does my back feel warm and soft, and there's some kind of breathing sound...and what's with these arms reaching out from behind?

Orson's brain froze for a moment, and then he instantly came to the conclusion: he must be suffering from sleep paralysis!

And what a coincidence! This ghost has the same tail as Officer Chen, and the faint pricking sensation on his back must be the ghost poking him with a toothpick.

Why the hell is Officer Chen lying on the same bed with me in this hugging position?!

Orson wished he was being possessed by a ghost. At least as an atheist, he could still show the ghost what the black hand was.

But if you are "pressed by a dragon", no matter what the reason is, the most important thing you should do is to think about how to distribute your inheritance before you are sunk in Tokyo Bay.

——I will donate my wealth to the Reunion Movement, my body to Rhodes Island, my spirit to Casimir, and I will put the bill for my money on Junjun's head.

Orson, who understood his situation, woke up instantly. The only thing he was thankful for was that, judging from Chen Di's even and warm breathing on his back, the senior superintendent of the Guards Bureau had not woken up yet.

I don’t have time to think about what happened on the way home from the bar yesterday that caused me to respawn on Chen’s bed in his bedroom. The most urgent thing is to get out of this situation as soon as possible!

“Be careful… be careful…”

Orson used up the energy he had when he was performing the stealth mission in Casimir, and tried his best to escape slowly and quietly from Officer Chen's "limb lock".

He gently held Chen's hands, sighing that Chen's palms were unexpectedly slender, which was different from his personality and appearance. He then gently pried open his fingers one by one to free his chest.

Then he used his waist to move slowly outward while keeping his center of gravity unchanged, while slowing down his speed as much as possible, so that the opponent's dragon JIO that was poking into his back would suddenly miss.

Fortunately, Orson finally managed to slip out of bed before Chen woke up, just like in The Shawshank Redemption.

After escaping from the dragon cave, Orson glanced at Chen Huijie who was still in a light sleep.

"He's sleeping so soundly, just like a doctor—Doctor…?"

Orson sighed softly as he looked at Chen's sleeping face, but the next second he froze in place.

The Doctor's sleeping face...? Why did I use this as an example?

The "melancholy" he felt when he woke up from the dream became more obvious, but Orson could not find the reason for this sadness.

It's probably the aftereffect of drinking too much.

Orson, who was trying to excuse himself in this way, instinctively went to the kitchen to make breakfast because of his occupational disease.

By the time Chen woke up, dozens of minutes had passed.

"Hmm...huh?"

The first organ that woke up in the dazed Chen was his nose. A pleasant fragrance wafted over from the other side of the room.

"Good morning, Officer Chen. I made a simple Yan Country-style breakfast. I hope you like it."

In the kitchen, Orsen was frying eggs while greeting Chen happily, and hot lean meat porridge was already on the table.

"Morning--uh, wait a minute."

Chen was almost fooled by Orson under the cover of delicious food.

"What's wrong, Officer Chen? Speaking of which, I was already on the sofa when I woke up this morning. Did you drag me over here? Thank you so much—do you want soy sauce or ketchup for your fried eggs?"

"Sleeping on the sofa? Um... soy sauce, maybe."

Chen rubbed the tip of his nose and decided not to ask any further. After all, even if he did continue to ask, the result would be that he would blush and send this harmless boy to the police station, and eat Longmen pork chop rice with An Suo.

"Officer Chen, you rarely use your kitchen. Do you rarely cook for yourself?"

"Ah, I usually just have a quick bite in the office. During the day, a cup of coffee is enough."

"That's not good for your health. At least buy some buns or something from a street vendor. Here."

While giving instructions, Orsen served Chen a bowl of lean meat porridge.

"Thanks."

Chen instinctively took the steaming lean meat porridge, and then stared at the white steam in a daze.

As far as I can remember, how long has it been since I last experienced someone else cooking for me?

Chen Huijie's family was not harmonious. Her mother almost never smiled, and her father...it was as if he had never existed.

After Tallulah followed the black snake out of Longmen, Chen Huijie's world no longer had the so-called atmosphere of fireworks. This young and immature dragon was forced to face this cold and depressing world alone.

Just when she thought this would become normal, the boy appeared - bringing with him information about his sister, and with a bit of excessive concern and kindness.

Chen shook her head gently, determined not to think about the fragments of the past. She scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a spoon and put it into her mouth.

——It tastes pretty good

Chen thought he would feel awkward and embarrassed while leisurely eating breakfast with the young man in his home, but in fact he only felt the long-lost leisure and tranquility.

"Officer Chen, if you don't come back every day, it's better to turn off the sockets for appliances like the kettle for safety."

"Officer Chen, don't think that having a robot vacuum will solve all your problems! A lot of dust has accumulated in the corners of the kitchen floor without you noticing."

"Officer Chen, it's best not to hang things like underwear on the roof—"

"Where are you from, old lady?!"

At first, Orson's concern made Chen feel a little warm from the heart, but after listening to it too much, she felt like she was back to when she was 6 years old. At that time, she would be lectured by the hired "highly intelligent maid from Yan Country" every day. The key point was that the so-called "maid" with long brown hair was not much better than her in housekeeping skills.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"...Uh, I was just complaining. I'm not mad at you."

Orson, who thought he had provoked Chen, immediately started to squat down and defend himself with his head in his hands. Seeing the other party's look, Chen could only sigh and said that he would be more careful next time.

"I have a meeting soon, so I have to leave first. Remember to leave this apartment a little later to avoid being in the news again."

After breakfast, Chen put on his coat and prepared to leave, while Orson cleared the dishes and nodded to indicate that the journey was safe.

...I always feel that this way of getting along is weird.

Chen left the room, muttering to himself.

"You're really working hard. I guess I need to find some time to visit Sister Ghost and ask her to take good care of this workaholic."

Orson sighed quietly, and at this moment his cell phone suddenly rang. The contact was Exia.

"Exia, what work do you have today?"

"Forget about work, Texas is injured!"

"—!"

22. Texas, it’s time to take medicine

"Angel of Power!"

After receiving the call, Orson rushed to the hospital mentioned by Angel Exalted almost immediately. Following the door number, when Orson arrived at the ward, two members were already in the room.

"Hey, Orson, this way!"

One of the Sakota girls, who had her own fill light effect, noticed Orson and immediately waved. Next to her was a penguin wearing sunglasses.

A big gold chain, a big gold watch, three barbecue meals a day, and that penguin, which is several heads shorter than Orson, somehow exudes a strong aura of "I am the only one".

"Sorry for being late, are you okay, Texas?"

Although he was very curious about whether this anthropomorphic vine, which seemed to be called "Emperor" in his memory, would force him to recharge his Q coins if they disagreed with him, Orson was more worried about the situation in Texas at this time.

"It's nothing, no need to make a fuss."

Unlike the somewhat panicked Orson, Texas, the person involved, remained cold and calm.

At this time, Texas was lying on the bed, with bandages wrapped around his right hand and left eye, and he was wearing the monotonous clothes of a patient.

"What's going on?"

Orson walked over to inquire further about the situation, but was suddenly stopped by the "Emperor" who jumped up.