【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

The days seemed to be particularly difficult, and the girl could only read some books that Dotore had brought back to pass the time.

In those novels, Dotore probably didn't pick anything at all. He just took back whatever he saw without any thought process at all.

"Dotore."

The girl sat on the sofa and yawned tiredly, with some tears appearing in the corners of her eyes:

"Can you bring back another clock?"

Dotori's pause was not obvious, so the girl didn't notice it and just continued her words:

"I feel like life in the basement is a little more difficult."

Dotore was also holding a book, turning the pages with noble movements:

"Go to bed when you feel sleepy."

The girl shook her head.

She wasn't used to sleeping too much in a day, even though she was very sleepy.

"It's strange, I seem to be particularly sleepy recently."

The girl closed the book she had read in her hand, tilted her head, and leaned against Dotore's body. After a few moments of resting, she rested her head on Dotore's well-muscled chest.

Dotore is reading a literature report.

Unless you really love this academic thing, you will feel sleepy when you see these dense and cold words and a series of numbers that can't find any pattern.

Even the omniscient girl.

She yawned like a cat again and shrank her feet on the sofa. After experiencing a series of dramas in which "she ran away from him and chased them, they couldn't fly", in the end, the protagonists lived happily together.

The girl's breathing was long and steady, and her cheeks were soft, pressing against his heart.

There will be no other noise in the basement. At this moment, there is no sound except the breathing of the two people.

There wasn't even the sound of pages turning.

Time stretches infinitely at this moment.

Dotore is an ambitious and greedy person.

He desires to bridge the gap between humans and gods, desires to defy the laws of time, and even desires to subvert the world that does not accommodate him.

But at this moment, his ambition was no longer turbulent, and his endless desire was gradually filled with every breath, turning into the tranquility of this moment.

Is this "feeling"?

Ridiculous indeed, but also satisfying.

No wonder some people keep coming.

-

"It's been three months and there's no clue?"

"Harlequin" put his hands on his chest and bowed slightly:

"Although it is certain that the 'Doctor' is related, there is currently no flaw."

"Oh?"

The Queen's fingers tapped on the armrest:

"Those slices?"

"It doesn't sound like he's lying even if he says he doesn't know."

"is it?"

The Queen twirled the accessories on her knuckles:

"There are two God's Hearts, should I get them back?"

"Harlequin" immediately understood:

"Calculating the time, I should get it back."

-

"The great cause of creating gods still requires me to go there myself."

Inside the house, the "Dotore" were sitting at a round table, and a few slices were leaning on the pillars beside the table.

"I haven't seen you much lately. What are you doing?"

Dotore leaned on the back of his chair with an arrogant expression:

"Normally, you don't have the chance to see me, right?"

"Did the experiment succeed? I think about this all day long."

The slice didn't take Dotore's words to heart and just shrugged.

"main body."

The "judge" spoke.

As the "judge" chosen by everyone, Dotore still has to give him some slack.

"What's wrong."

Dotore, who is "Judge"'s age, no longer wears that metal mask.

His old and simple skin gently pressed against his red pupils, but he didn't look dull, but his eyes were like a fire:

"The mask is crooked."

In fact, Dotore didn't care about whether the mask was crooked or not from any period of time.

Of course, Dotore will not pay attention to the "judge"'s words. After all, what is in front of him now is the greater and more interesting "god-making" cause.

This is the common goal of all slices and is always the "number one" experiment.

In this matter, Dotore has absolute control, and he can decide which slices will go with him to Sumeru.

"You." Dotore pointed at the small slice. It was already eager to try. After all, it was the one who proposed the great cause of creating gods from the beginning, so it was natural for him to go to Sumeru to witness the great cause.

"Stay here."

"Huh?" Little Slice's bared shark teeth retracted immediately, and his expression became cold and dangerous, "You know that 'Creating Gods' can't do it without me, right?"

"Is it important?"

Dotore smiled lightly, yet full of contempt.

"Shut up."

The "Judge" coughed twice, and looked at Dotore with a hint of warning in his eyes.

After receiving the "judge's" look, Dotore had to restrain himself a little.

"You and I have other black disks. You can keep them after the meeting."

The teeth of the small slice made a "crunching" sound, as if a tooth would be squeezed out by it in the next second.

"You better, there's something important."

Apparently, except for the small slices, the rest of the slices had no objections to the arrangement.

After all, except for those slices with major research projects in other countries, the rest of the slices rushed to Xumi immediately.

"Judge" and Dotore watched the slices leave one by one, and finally cast their heavy eyes on Dotore.

Dotore didn't show any interest in him and made a "please" gesture.

"It's because it's the only one who will be soft-hearted. Do you think you chose it?"

"If you don't leave, you'll have to stay in the same boat with me."

Only Little Slice stood aside, listening to the conversation between the two in confusion.

As you get older, you tend to be verbose.

But immediately, Xiao Slice had a bold guess——

"No, you want me to keep a wake for that woman, right?"

The "Judge" and Dotore glanced at Little Slice at the same time, then looked back almost at the same time, and continued the confrontation.

ah? no? Are you looking down on me?

"What? That woman is not dead?"

"You can tell by looking at the movements of 'Harlequin', right?"

The expression on Little Slice's face slowly changed from shock to confusion and dissatisfaction:

"Then what do you want me to stay for?"

Seeing that the main body was silent, the dissatisfied expression on his face gradually turned into disbelief:

"You don't want to..."

"It's not convenient for her to come out, and she has to eat."

"Oh, help her get rid of hunger, right? It's a small thing, can I go after that?"

"..."

Feeling the increasingly absurd atmosphere, Xiao Piao's facial expression completely collapsed:

"You want me to be her nanny?"

"are you crazy?"

"It's not the nanny," Dotore hung his coat on his arm and slowly pushed the chair in front of him, "it's the boyfriend."

"......ah?"

"what???"

Xiaochian's already distorted world view was once again bloodbathed by the incident of "my future self falling in love with a stinky woman who has been dead for more than three months."

"Okay, okay," Little Slice raised his hands in front of him and gave up thinking for the time being, "Where did you hide her? You can't even find that old thing."

"basement."

In fact, they all knew that the subject had a hidden basement. After all, they had helped more or less during the construction. However, every time they went there, this memory would be blurred, but there was no trace of it. People care about this matter and let it go.

Naturally, Xiao Slice had also been there, and he once guessed——

Maybe building a prison for experimental subjects? After all, there are quite a few disobedient experimental subjects.

But at this time——

Little Slice was shocked, Little Slice was silent, Little Slice was about to speak but stopped.

"No, the main body, are you under house arrest?"