I studied beheading in a mental institution

"Is he fainted?"

The seventh seat and the third seat looked at the ninth seat who was put on the bed by Shen Qingzhu, with a little surprise in their eyes.

Shen Qingzhu nodded, "We were smoking in the yard at the time, and he just stood up when he staggered and passed out."

The third seat walked to the bed, put his hand on the forehead of the unconscious ninth seat, felt it for a moment, and nodded slightly.

"His mental power is really overdrawn."

"Cut, this idiot, is he crazy and so desperate?" The seventh seat put away the fan in his hand, rolled his eyes, "Master Yanyu is not here, who is showing such a desperate posture?"

Shen Qingzhu raised his head and stared at the eyes of the cheongsam woman in front of him, with a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Woman, please be more respectful with your mouth, it's because of people like you who steal and play tricks that our progress is so slow..."

The seventh seat squinted at Shen Qingzhu, "Hey, you two have such a good relationship? Are you starting to stand up for him? Newcomers?"

Shen Qingzhu's eyes became colder.

"Okay, don't talk about it." The third seat said quietly, "Go out, let the ninth seat rest for a while... By the way, the food in the manor is almost finished, the tenth seat, you and the seventh seat go shopping Come back at one o'clock, this time you don't need to buy too much, just a few days' worth, go and come back quickly."

The seventh seat glanced at Shen Qingzhu, snorted coldly, and walked out of the house.

There was an indiscernible flash of light in Shen Qingzhu's eyes.

"Okay... the third seat."

……

laboratory.

Pale golden sunlight shines through the window, casting a faint halo on the silver-white test bench. A young man in a coat is standing by the bench, carefully cutting open the skin of the body with tools.

Jiang Er, who was wearing a long white dress, was sitting in the corner, watching An Qingyu's movements with doubts in his eyes.

She gently floated down from the bookshelf, landed in front of An Qingyu, and blinked her eyes.

An Qingyu recovered from her work, looked into Jiang Er's eyes, was taken aback for a moment, then seemed to think of something, smiled and said:

"I forgot you can't speak, wait a minute..."

He turned and walked out of the room.

When he came back, he had a small dark blue MP3 in his hand.

In this day and age, MP3 players can already be regarded as antiques. An Qingyu rummaged through all the sundries in the attic before finding this rare gadget.

He turned on the switch of the MP3, adjusted the volume, and put it on the side of the test bench.

"The sound quality of this thing is much better than the old TV, and it should be closer to your own voice." An Qingyu said with a smile.

Jiang Er stared at the MP3 and gently raised his palm.

sizzle...

A faint current sound came from the MP3.

"Welcome to FM101.1, this is... zi zi... Welcome to the afternoon story session. The last book said that Qianming, the ninth emperor of the earth, smashed the God Realm, and then... zi zi...follow me with my left hand and right hand Slow motion...Zizi...

You... Zizi, what are you doing? "

The disturbance of the magnetic field made the MP3 signal continue to be disturbed. After debugging for a while, Jiang Er finally connected it to his own channel.

Different from the voice heard on the old TV before, her voice is more real now. It is the unique voice of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, green and full of youthful breath.

An Qingyu held the scalpel in her hand and smiled, "I'm helping you repair your body."

"Repair the body?" Jiang Er looked at the complete corpse, "Didn't you put it together for me?"

An Qingyu shook his head, "That's just for the convenience of transportation, just putting the limbs together is not enough. Your body has been exposed to the air for so long, and it has already rotted on a large scale. I want to help you restore your body to its original state... Return to the way you were when you were alive.

I will erase all the wounds on your body, restructure your muscles, revive your cells, and make your skin glow again...

Although I can't bring you back to life,

But I will make your body as beautiful as ever. "

Jiang Er was stunned.

"This... can it really be done?"

"I can do it." An Qingyu pushed his glasses, "In this world, maybe I am the only one who can do it."

Jiang Er looked into An Qingyu's eyes, bit his lips lightly, "Why did you help me?"

"In order to preserve the physiological functions of your brain, I will use ice to completely seal your body in a short while, not only your brain, but your entire body and appearance will be frozen in a frozen state...

I think your appearance should be fixed at its most beautiful time. "

An Qingyu smiled slightly, "Besides, reviving a dead body is a very challenging thing, and I've always wanted to try it."

His smile is very simple and quiet, like the sunlight falling from the window, and there is no trace of distracting thoughts in those clear eyes.

Even if he was holding a knife and standing next to the corpse, it would not make people feel gloomy or gloomy at all, but it would make people feel like a spring breeze.

Looking at his smile, Jiang Er was in a trance.

"Thank you……"

After a long time, her voice slowly came out from the MP3.

"you are welcome."

An Qingyu lowered his head and continued his restoration work. In his hands, the body full of corpse spots and blood scabs was gradually returning to its original appearance...

Jiang Er sat silently by the side, watching his body rejuvenate in the young man's hands, it was a wonderful feeling.

"I...will I really live forever?" Jiang Er asked softly.

"Do you want to live forever?"

"...I don't want to." Jiang Er was silent for a moment, "I can only move about one kilometer around my body, like a bird trapped in a cage, like a fish in a tank... If I lose my freedom, No matter how long it can exist, it is just a prisoner of eternal life.

I don't want to be a prisoner..."

An Qingyu nodded, "I can understand your feelings, in fact, it is not rigorous to say that it is eternal life..."

He raised his head and looked into Jiang Er's eyes, "It should be said that as long as I live, you will not die."

Jiang Er looked at the young man's face and froze in place.

"My ice will seal your body, as long as the ice is still there, your [Spiritual Field] can continue to operate, and you can continue to exist...

If one day I die, the ice and snow will melt,

After three days, you will completely dissipate. "

The breeze blows slowly from the window, lifts a corner of the pure white curtain, and blows over Jiang Er's nothingness.

She stared blankly at An Qingyu for a long time, a helpless and bitter smile appeared on her cold face.

"So, my fate is tied to yours?"

"Ah."

"But, I don't know your name yet." Jiang Er raised the black hair beside his ear, stretched out his white palm, and said softly,

"My name is Jiang'er, Jiang of Jianghai, and Er of Erhai."

"My name is An Qingyu." He said with a smile, "Yu'er's fish."

The palm of his hand passed through the pale golden sunlight, and it was lightly held together with that nothingness hand.