A Scarred Omega [Female Alpha, Male Omega] (ChatGPT Translated)

Chapter 27

I want to see Axiui, now, immediately, right away.

When the knocking sound came, I was lounging on the sofa, absentmindedly watching a very boring and nonsensical sci-fi horror movie while 231 diligently cleaned the room next to me.

Suddenly hearing the loud knocking, I was startled and turned off the movie that was showing two planets colliding, looking warily towards the door. I didn't have many friends or relatives, and the people I could usually contact were few and far between, so it was unlikely that anyone would come to my house to find me.

I didn't go to open the door, and the person outside knocked again, saying something, but their voice was too soft and the distance between the sofa and the door was a bit far, so I couldn't hear clearly.

But in the moment when the knocking sounded for the second time, I thought of Bu Huaiyuan - could it be him coming back?

With a loud bang, my stagnant mood was like a stone thrown into a pond, causing ripples. I was nervous and anxious, but when I was about to rush out, I stopped.

- Is he just coming and going as he pleases? Is he playing with me?

I suddenly felt a little angry and annoyed. Why should I be so eager just because of a sudden knocking sound? Besides, the person outside might not necessarily be Bu Huaiyuan, it could be a salesman, security guard, neighbor, or even the police. . . What if those people who were chasing Bu Huaiyuan found me here?

If that was the case, it would be very dangerous to rashly open the door.

I maintained my posture of about to jump off the sofa and caught a glimpse of 231 who was still sweeping the floor. Since it's a multi-functional robot, it should know how to open a door. The materials used on 231 seem good, so it shouldn't be easily damaged by an attack.

So I pointed to the door and commanded 231 to open it.

231's blue eyes blinked twice, obediently dropping the vacuum cleaner it was holding and moving to the door. I saw it extend its mechanical arm to open the door, but nothing happened. The next second, it slammed the door shut, and knocking sounds could be heard from outside.

Me: ?

I jumped off the couch and walked over, seeing 231's two blue eyes flashing as it locked the door. I didn't stop it, but asked who was knocking.

After locking the door, 231 reported to me, "Master, initial assessment is a male omega with a stranger's face, a wound on the abdomen, and a large amount of blood residue. Danger level assessed as high. Suggest not approaching."

. . . Wound? Blood residue? Male omega?

I was stunned. Could it really be Axiu? Did he get injured again? Was he being chased by the people from Gao Qingping's group?

The more I thought about it, the more my heart raced. I pushed 231 aside in a panic, unlocked the door, and rushed over to pull it open. I even almost tripped over myself because of how hard I pulled.

But I didn't care about that. I leaned against the door frame to steady myself and anxiously looked up.

(The text ends here. )The person standing at the door is not Axiu at all.

It's Lin Qingshu, who hasn't appeared for a long time.

A bucket of cold water was poured over me from head to toe, and I suddenly calmed down.

The Lin Qingshu in front of me is not as suave and free as when he left, but rather in a mess. His hair is disheveled, his body is dirty, covered in dust, and there are scratches on his forehead and arms. He tightly presses his palm on his abdomen, blocking the blood that is constantly flowing out from there.