The Mechanic

"You'd better pay attention, you will be beaten if you always look smug." Zhang Xun finished half-jokingly, and continued to pack Adam's clothes. The doctor just came to check on Adam's wound healing and said he could be discharged tomorrow.

Zhang Xun put all the clothes into a hand-held cowhide suitcase, and then picked up his tablet computer, which displayed the design drawing of his latest mechanical arm.

No, still not good enough, not enough to satisfy him.

For so many days, he has drawn more than a dozen designs, none of which are good enough. With a low sigh, he packed the tablet into the box as well.

The next day, Zhang Xun helped Adam put on the dark yellow stand-up collar uniform of the Lab researcher, and prepared to take him back to the Lab. Adam suddenly said, "Ah Xun, I think your intimacy with me has increased."

Zhang Xun stumbled and turned his head in embarrassment, "What are you measuring randomly again?"

Adam just smiled brightly and shrugged, "Nothing. I'm just happy."

Zhang Xun shook his head helplessly, and opened the door of the ward.

But when they walked to the door of the hospital, they were stunned.

A large group of people, a large group of ordinary people, gave out deafening cheers the moment they saw them.

The leaders are the families of those hunters. They obviously already knew the fact that Adam had saved them all, and they all crowded up and tried to give them the gifts in their hands. Zhang Xun and Adam had never received such an overly warm welcome, and they were all in a daze. In the end, James, who came to pick them up in a jeep, pushed through the crowd and "rescued" them.

Adam sat in the car, looking at the smiling faces outside the car window. Paradise Lost's hostility towards him has obviously diminished a lot after this action, and his favorability has greatly increased. Zhang Xun finally began to believe him.

What a good result. The corners of Adam's mouth curved upward slightly.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels who cast the mines~~~~: Yalishan Chinese cabbage, please call me Liuyi, Xiaran Xiaran 1;

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Chapter 45 Machinery and Life (3)

When the sun was setting, Zhang Xun sat on the edge of the top floor of the Lab, looking at the endless roof that undulates like building blocks and was uniformly rendered into a similar copper red by the twilight. Beside him was a sketchbook and a charcoal pencil, and several drafts of arm designs were drawn on pieces of white paper that had been blackened with carbon.

A cigarette burns quietly between his fingers.

He has not smoked for a long time. That stuff has no benefit at all, it will accelerate people's aging and destroy people's alveoli. But sometimes, people always want to do something that hurts themselves in order to calm themselves down.

In the past few days, he still had nightmares from time to time, dreaming that he was cutting Adam's body with a chainsaw in his hand. Every time he woke up, his whole body would be drenched in cold sweat, and there seemed to be screams in his ears.

Worried that Adam next door might hear his sleep talk, Zhang Xun moved out of the Lab and went back to his small apartment every night to sleep. In addition to getting enough sleep every day, and one or two meals, he shut himself in the studio, made a prototype mechanical arm, and then threw it into the "garbage dump" aside. I overthrow my design again and again, no matter how I change it, I feel that it is not good enough.

He wanted to use this to make up for the loss he had caused Adam.

Adam told him countless times, don't mind. But the more Adam tried to reassure him with his uniquely matter-of-fact manner, the more he couldn't let go.

He wants to create the best mechanical arm, a prosthetic arm that is better than all the designs of Feathered Snake City.

Because of the lack of sleep, coupled with feelings of guilt and anxiety, he turned to cigarettes to relieve these negative emotions and stress. While smoking wasn't a big deal in Paradise Lost, he still didn't want to be seen doing it in his usual self-control. Always come here quietly.

Suddenly, there was a sound of opening the door behind him, followed by Adam's call, "Axun!"

Zhang Xun hurriedly extinguished the cigarette butt and threw it downstairs, waved the smell of cigarette in front of him with his hand, and turned around as if nothing had happened, "What's wrong?"

Since returning from the Feather Serpent City base, Adam has been allowed to move freely in the Lab. Even the round table is licensed. Adam held Alloy with his mechanical right arm, kicked the door shut, and strode towards him. Arriving in front of Zhang Xun, Adam suddenly frowned slightly, his nose moved, as if he was smelling something.

For some reason, Zhang Xun felt a little guilty about being caught.

"Axun, are you smoking?" Adam asked with a serious expression.

Zhang Xun cleared his throat, "No."

"Axun, nicotine and tar can seriously damage your lung tissue and respiratory organs, accelerate your skin aging, increase your risk of cancer, and ultimately greatly shorten your life expectancy."

"...I know!" Zhang Xun rolled his eyes. At this time, Adam was just like his dean at the school, "I don't smoke often..."

"Using cigarettes to relieve stress is not a healthy way to relieve stress. If you need it, I can recommend some other stress-relieving activities for you." Adam sat down next to Zhang Xun, imitating Zhang Xun to lift his feet from the rust-colored The top of the box building hangs down, "such as coloring games, or outdoor sports..."