About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

Because of the exacerbation of ore disease, the child was deprived of the ability to breathe and heartbeat, and after being expelled, he could only slowly wait for death in an unknown corner.

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On the battlefield, death is a split-second decision.But living in the northern border, "death" is a chronic poison that slowly clings to oneself every day, and it is impossible to get rid of it.

After all, compared to bullets passing through the head, the roulette wheel gambling of one of six choices waiting for fate is more breathless.

And living in the north—to put it bluntly, it is to point the revolver at one's own brain and pull the trigger day after day.

"Are you back, Orson? Do you want to eat first and take a shower today or... Orson? Are you okay?"

On an ordinary day, Orson opened the door and went back to the room. While talking about what he had repeated today, he looked at the girl in front of him with long brown hair and a blue hoodie.

"Hmm... a family in the village died of coal poisoning last night, and I was just helping with the funeral."

Orson responded with a downcast expression.

"Although it is said to deal with funeral affairs, those people are simply dividing up the family's inheritance... No one wants to spend energy to erect a monument for them, but everyone is desperately trying to get a piece of clothing, A bite of food."

Orson lowered his head and said helplessly and a little angrily, while the girl who called herself "Doctor" smiled wryly and sighed, walked to Orson's side and stretched out her hand to gently rub the boy's head.

"You have done a great job, Orson. Now that the situation in the north is getting more and more serious, I will not order you to keep your kindness from above. You can still realize the fragility and preciousness of life. In this frozen land It is already precious."

"…I know, Doctor. But, but…"

Orson wanted to say something, but in the end he buried his head in the doctor's arms and sobbed softly.

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It has been almost a year since I lived with a girl who calls herself "Doctor", and Orson has gradually accepted and liked this girl who always speaks inexplicable words, but seems to know everything, and is always optimistic and positive .

Orson once thought, if he hadn't met the doctor, would he have already become one of the other numb villagers in the village who were just living and waiting to die?

The encounter with the doctor not only made Orson realize that there are all kinds of beautiful, interesting and dangerous countries and cities outside the northern border, but also made him understand how great and difficult it is to maintain kindness.

Although the life as a whole was rare and peaceful, after a while, Orson still vaguely noticed something strange about the doctor.

The doctor's physical condition is gradually getting worse-although she has never told Orson, Orson can feel this very clearly.

She is still so energetic, saying things like "In the future, everyone in the world will be able to connect with the Internet", "Everyone can be firmly rooted in one place and will not change", "One phone call will have delicious delivery Come to the door" and other unrealistic delusions, and from time to time, he will show off with Orson where he has been, and which big boss he calls brothers.

But even so, the doctor's "sleep" time is getting longer and longer, and she often stimulates herself in ways that she thinks will not attract Orson's attention, so as to prevent herself from passing out in daily life.

It has been a long time since the doctor suddenly jumped over and hugged himself into his arms and rubbed him hard. Instead, Orson could often see the doctor sitting quietly by the window, as if the endless white snow outside reflected the irresistible reflection. sight of the scenery.

Orson didn't like such a doctor.

But in the face of Orson's questioning, the doctor just rubbed Orson's bear ears every time, while hahaha fooling around.

Orson could only find the problem by himself, and after getting along and learning during this period, Orson quickly noticed the precision instrument called [Fusion Transcription Module] that arrived in this village with the doctor.

Orson can be sure that the power of this device is about to run out, and this is why the doctor is getting weaker and weaker.

As long as the machine is charged, the doctor's physical condition will improve, Orson is so convinced.

And the source of power given to this machine is the Origin Stone.

"Orson! I figured out how to transport Kjerag's ice cubes to Letania today, just drill a hole on the mountainside... Orson? It seems that you look very heavy , are you secretly thinking about something you don’t understand?”

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

"—It's nothing, doctor, what do you want for lunch? Although there are only some cabbage and corn left here."

Orson paused for a moment, perhaps out of petty 'retaliation', he didn't tell the doctor his 'plan' either.

It is not difficult to get in touch with the origin stone. The village regularly goes to the nearby mines to mine the origin stone and hand it over to the nearby picket team in exchange for a very small amount of supplies to survive.

But although it is not difficult to contact, it is another matter to want to take it away.The only entrance to the mine was guarded by guards in protective suits. After all, origin stones can be sold for a lot of money on the black market, so the country will naturally guard them strictly.

Orson thought about many options, and every time he went to dig a pit, he would secretly observe the environment structure.

If Orson was given a little more time, he might really be able to find a way to secretly transport the Origin Stone out.

But when the doctor fell into a coma again and didn't wake up for a whole day, Orson knew he was running out of time.

In fact, all my previous plans were formulated based on the premise that "origin stones are highly contagious". In other words, if the contagiousness of origin stones is not considered...

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

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

"You stop."

"……is there anything?"

Orson was roughly stopped by a picket member.

"Don't think I didn't see it before, did you secretly put the Origin Stone in your pocket? Come, take it out."

The pickets held their batons lightly in their hands, and looked at the skinny Ursus boy in front of him with interest.

From now on, he only needs to take the source stone from this kid, and then he can beat him to death for fun.

Wordlessly, Orson reached into his pocket and took out an oval pebble from it.

"I just wanted to take this rock home and collect it—poof!"

"Damn it, brat, do you think it's fun? Get lost!"

The picket, who thought he had caught the thief, beat Orson hard in the back with a baton before yelling at him to get the hell out.

—Successful.

Orson, who left the mine and returned home, opened his mouth, pulled a thin rope from his teeth, and kept pulling it upwards.

"Uh-cough cough!!"

Accompanied by a burst of violent vomiting, an origin stone spit out from Orson's mouth.

Simple way, effective way.

Orson glanced at the doctor lying on the bed who was still completely unconscious, then he picked up the origin stone, and walked firmly towards the temporary 'laboratory (warehouse)'.

Doctor, she once taught herself how to purify Originium, although the equipment she had was extremely crude, although she had never actually operated it, even though she didn’t even have an isolation device——

"Trust me, Doctor."

Orson put the source stone into the vessel, and concentrated on operating the unfamiliar but familiar equipment.

After a few days—

"Huuuuuu...I always feel like I've had a good night's sleep, Orson?"

With the energy replenishment of the transcription module, the doctor reopened his eyes.

"Good morning, Doctor."

Orson smiled at the doctor, and under his clothes, the precipitated black crystals quietly waited for the next complete eruption.

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"Well……"

In a daze, Orson woke up from his sleep.

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

Why does the back feel warm and soft, and there is a certain breathing sound... What's the matter with the arms stretched out from behind?

Orson's brain shut down for a moment, and then he came to the conclusion instantly: he must have been crushed by a ghost!

And coincidentally, this ghost has the same tail as Police Officer Chen, and the faint feeling of pricking on his back must be the ghost poking himself with a toothpick——

What a ghost!Why would Officer Chen lie on the same bed with me in this hugging position! ?

Orson wished that he was being crushed by ghosts, at least he, an atheist, could still make gestures with ghosts to show what a black hand was.

But if he was "pressed by a dragon", no matter what the reason is, the most important thing he should do is to figure out how to distribute the inheritance before being sunk in Tokyo Bay.

——Dedicate my wealth to the Reunification Movement, my body to Rhode Island, my spirit to Casimir, and my money bill to Junjun.

Orson, who understood his situation, woke up in an instant. The only good thing is that, judging by Chen Da's even and warm snorting on his back, the senior police superintendent of the Guards Bureau has not yet woken up.

I don't have time to think about what happened on the road after I shut down from the bar yesterday to refresh the resurrection point on Chen's bedroom bed. The most urgent thing is to get out of this situation as soon as possible!

"Be careful...be careful..."

Orson used the energy he had spent on the stealth mission in Casimir back then, trying his best to escape from Police Officer Chen's "limb lock" slowly and quietly.

Gently holding Chen's hands, while lamenting that Chen's palms are unexpectedly slender compared to his personality and appearance, he gently opened his fingers one by one to free his chest.

Afterwards, exert force on the waist to keep the center of gravity unchanged, and slowly move outwards. At the same time, the speed should be slowed down as much as possible, so that the dragon Jio that the opponent poked into his back suddenly fell through the air.

Fortunately, in the end Orson slipped off the bed before Chen woke up without any risk, just like Shawshank's redemption.

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

"It's really a deep sleep, like a doctor—doctor...?"

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

The doctor's sleeping face...?Why am I using this as an example?

The "melancholy" when he woke up from the dream became more obvious, but Orson couldn't find the reason for this sadness.

Probably the side effect of drinking too much.

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

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

"Um... eh?"

Drowsy Chen's first organ to wake up was his nose, and a pleasant aroma wafted over from the other side of the room.

"Good morning, Officer Chen. I just made some Yan Guo-style breakfast, I hope you like it."

Orson in the kitchen greeted Chen happily while flipping scrambled eggs, and hot lean meat porridge was already set on the dining table.

"Morning—uh, wait for me."

Chen almost fooled Orson under the cover of delicious food.

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

"Sleeping on the sofa? Uh...soy sauce."

Chen rubbed the tip of his nose, and decided not to continue asking. After all, even if he really asked, the result would be that he blushed and sent this harmless young man to the prison to eat Longmen pork chop rice with Ansuo .