Cyberpunk: My system is divided into good and evil

Chapter 251 Reappearance
From that day on, she was free.

She no longer has to wriggle around on the stage in revealing clothes every day, and no longer has to be held in the arms of guests with bad breath.

He told her, "You are free."

She cried and begged him to take her in because she had nowhere to go.

So, from that day of the year.

She, Morant Hawkins, became a maid at Bacal Hall.

If he hadn't met...him at Bakar Manor, perhaps what would have greeted him would have been a completely different future.

In a trance, the sound of Carmen Bakar slamming the door angrily seemed to ring in his ears again.

Suddenly, she woke up again from her sleep.

Opening his eyes, looking around, he found that he was still lying in his bedroom.

The warm yellow light on the bedside table slightly illuminated the surroundings, giving Morant a sense of security that was better than nothing.

Because of the nightmares he had in the past few days, Morant never dared to turn off the lights when he went to bed at night.

Carmen... Doss... I did you wrong.

Morant thought about the death of Carmen Bacal after opening the study door a few days ago, and thought about the overwhelming news reports on the day Doss was arrested.

A strong sense of guilt surged out of Morant's heart irresistibly, and then occupied all her thoughts.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a faint creaking sound from outside.

Immediately, Morant's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly reached under the pillow and found a pistol.

The cool texture of the metal handle relieved Morant's tense expression.

Immediately, the familiar footsteps sounded outside, which made Morant's hanging heart instantly relieved.

Immediately afterwards, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.

A white man who is not tall, only about 1.6 meters, wearing a suit and a windbreaker, walked in through the opened door.

"Why, you haven't slept yet?" Gessen looked at Morant, who had cold sweat on his forehead. He quickly walked to the bed and sat down next to Morant with a concerned expression. He stretched out a hand and gently put the back of his hand on it. In front of Morant's forehead, "Did you have another nightmare?"

"Well..." Morant hummed in a low voice, and then retracted into the bed.

"Gerson, is it wrong for us to do this?" Morant lifted a corner of the quilt, looked at Gesen with a tough face and slightly receding hairline, and couldn't help asking.

"My dear...the darkness before dawn is always difficult." Gesen squeezed Morant's tender cheeks due to proper maintenance, and said in a painful voice, "Even if we have to sacrifice many relatives for this, we I don't hesitate."

"Carmen Bacal, Dos Bacal, Sharon William, Gwen Lowa...their contributions to the great cause of mankind will be forever remembered by future generations." Gessen stroked his nose with his hands Under the beard on both sides, he said with firm eyes.

"Gwen and Shi Lang are dead?" Morant's eyes suddenly widened.

"Just now...they got rid of the traitors of the organization, and thus left us forever." Gesun nodded, his expression a little lonely.

As soon as these words came out, tears suddenly flowed from the corners of Morant's eyes.

"Morant, the only one I can rely on now is you." Gesen held Morant's hands tightly with both hands, and finally revealed a little helplessness on his resolute face, "Are you willing to help me?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Morant felt that Gessen's hand was extraordinarily cold tonight.

Pursing his lips, Morant nodded, his voice was very soft, "Gerson, you know I have no choice."

"Morant, it feels good to have you by my side all the time..." Gesun showed a moving smile on his face, and then let go of the hands that were holding Morant tightly, and slowly stood up.

After standing up, although Gesun was not too tall, he was still taller than the lamp in front of the bedside table.

So of course, Gesun just stood where the warm-toned lights couldn't shine.

In the place not bound by the light, Gesun's eyes suddenly flashed with grief, and then there was a fierceness that seemed shocking.

He suddenly took a step closer to Morant, then hugged Morant's neck tightly with his left arm, and pressed the latter tightly into his arms. thin syringe.

In the transparent tube of the syringe, a mass of black viscous liquid is rolling and shaking in the tube like a pool of boiling hot water.

Pressing Morant hard in his arms, Gesen's eyes were determined, his lips were tightly pressed together, and a vague apology came out of his throat, "I'm sorry..."

Immediately, Gerson's left arm held Morant's neck harder, and his right hand immediately reached out.

As his right hand reached up, the needle of the syringe suddenly penetrated into Morant's neck, and a tube full of black viscous liquid was injected into Morant's body.

Gessen immediately let go of the left arm that was holding Morant's neck, and the right arm holding the syringe fell limply, and the syringe, which was still dripping with black juice, slipped from his hand and landed on the floor with a thud. Go up and roll a few times.

Morant, who had been inexplicably injected with an unknown drug, looked at Geshen in horror, and pressed his neck tightly with both hands.

At this moment, her cheeks were flushed, and the veins on her delicate neck were bulging, as if she was enduring extreme pain.

"Why...why?" Morant twitched and fell on the bed, his eyes filled with fear, pain, and full of sorrow.

"The security department will find me soon... I have to do another big thing before they want me all over the city." Gessen knelt down tremblingly, trying to touch Morant with both hands, but was frightened by the latter. Standing and trembling, I backed away.

Gessen bit his lips and retracted the hands that were going to touch Morant, his tone was very light, "I need help... Morant, I need you."

When he said this, a line of tears fell from the corners of Gessen's eyes.

With the flow of tears, Morant, who was trembling on the bed with a painful expression, suddenly seemed to be asleep, his eyes closed, and he remained motionless.

Seeing Morant in such a state, Gesun gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and slowly stood up from his kneeling body.

Pursing his lips, Gessen's eyes returned to firmness and indifference.

"Morant." Gerson's voice was clear.

Morant, who was lying on the bed, suddenly trembled like an electric shock, and then suddenly stood upright from the bed while his knee joints were stiff, and opened his eyes instantly.

The opened eyes were pure black, with no trace of white in sight.

Those pure black eyes were exactly the same as the animalistic Hitomi Iimura that Jiang Shu and the others saw in Ueda Yuta's single apartment that day.

Cold, cruel, and inhumane.

(End of this chapter)