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

The girl couldn't bear it anymore. She put one hand on the door and began to retching. Her abdominal muscles and her stomach began to spasm violently.

In this space, there are row after row of neatly arranged cultivation cabins that are as high as two people.

Inside are all naked female bodies.

The girl was blinded by the light at first. After walking a few meters forward, she discovered——

These dead-like bodies all look like her face.

This feeling is very strange.

One or two, she could still suppress the discomfort in her heart.

But the gap between these training cabins is only about one person wide, so when the girl found an identical face and looked up in surprise——

I only saw rows and rows of her face, densely packed together.

The color of these faces is paler than her own, a lifeless paleness, and it would still be appropriate to say something even if it were placed directly on the posthumous photo.

These faces are slightly drooped, with precise and serene expressions.

Perhaps because of the slow flow of the light blue nutrient solution inside, the hair of the body in the culture chamber was trembling, and the eyelashes were also trembling slightly.

It seemed that the next moment, they would open their eyes and look at the girl who was staring at them.

Dotore stood next to the girl, stretched out his hand and patted the girl's back slowly and gently:

"I'll pick one I like later and import the accumulated and 'dead' data..."

"enough!"

The girl wiped the liquid from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, then turned around and shook off Dotore's hand:

"Dotore."

"madman."

The girl's whole body was cold and weak, except for her eyes, which were like knives.

She is usually very well-mannered and rarely curses.

The words "crazy" were not a scolding of him, but the only words in her mind at this time.

Dotore, madman.

Dotore himself actually didn't feel any guilt for the disappearance of those two gadgets, he just couldn't figure it out.

How did my so-called iron-walled laboratory lose two important experimental subjects without anyone noticing?

Or rather...

In fact, it was not lost.

Facing the girl's hysteria, Dotore felt a little distressed, but that was all.

He didn't even understand why the girl had such a physical reaction.

Dotore looked back at the "corpse" in the first laboratory.

It was just a replacement outfit that was conveniently made when the fake was made at that time.

"Dotore, let me go, please."

The girl's voice was obscure and flat, and her whole person had lost her spirit:

"At least, let me go find them."

"Let me guess what you think."

Dotore's voice was low and hoarse, carrying inexplicable pressure:

"You planned from the beginning that after meeting them-"

"Are you thinking about how to leave me?"

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Dotore had a thousand ways to get the girl to follow him back to the basement.

For example, there are pipes filled with sleeping potions hidden in various walls of the laboratory.

It was originally used to calm some experimental subjects, but unexpectedly it was used on the girl.

The dose was a bit high, and if she didn't take the antidote, it would be enough for the girl to sleep for a day and a night.

But Dotore had no intention of preparing an antidote.

He carefully put the girl into the bathtub, and regardless of his sleeves that were soaked by the water, he dipped his hand into the water, then picked up a handful of water and poured it on the girl's shoulders and neck.

He did not want.

Because the girl was unhappy that she continued to lie to him, so only now could he feel comfortable looking at the girl.

He held the girl's head and let her lie on his lap.

Dotore lowered his head and looked at the girl's face.

He knew how some girls interacted with the queen. This was a common posture between them. He didn't take it to heart before, but now he realized the beauty of this posture -

The girl from this angle is obedient and peaceful. It seems that nothing can disturb their relationship, and it seems that the girl is really relying on him wholeheartedly.

If you don't lie, it doesn't matter.

I would lie to myself.

When the girl finally woke up, she was wearing pajamas that had obviously been softened with care and lying on a warm quilt.

Putting aside the fact, Dotore is already very good at taking care of people. If it were a less determined person who was raised like this by Dotore, he would probably be extremely squeamish both physically and mentally.

"woke up?"

As soon as the girl lifted the quilt and her toes touched the fluffy carpet when she stretched out the bed, Dotore pushed open the door and entered.

"......Um."

The girl didn't know what kind of expression she should have when facing Dotore, so she just nodded slightly and turned her face to the side.

The expression on Dotore's face was not broken at all, and he even picked up the girl's feet tenderly and put them back on the bed:

"I have a gift for you."

Not to mention that the timing of this gift was too weird, just looking at Datore's movements, the girl had an ominous premonition——

Dotore's hand was still squeezing the girl's foot, and the movement was a bit harsh, causing a bit of dull pain.

Dotore probably arrived at the right time. He stretched one hand behind his back and seemed to be holding something. As he moved, he made a crisp and clear sound——

"pat".

A shackle was locked on the girl's ankle.

The shackles were a bit too big, and after being locked, they fell loosely on the girl's insteps, giving the girl the illusion that she could fall off entirely by moving her ankles.

"Because I have to help you find the fake in the past few days, so I'm sorry for you."

Dotore smiled at the girl, then buckled the other end of the shackle into the foot of the bed.

The length of the shackles is not too short, so there is probably no problem in allowing the girl to move freely in this room.

But whenever she wanted to take a step out of this room, she had to let the cold edge of the shackles press into her skin.

"...What about my meal?"

Dotore shrugged:

"I can bring it in for you. There is still time to come back and deliver a meal."

The girl opened her mouth, then closed it tightly, and finally her ears were even slightly red:

"What if I want to take a shower?"

Dotore took it for granted:

"I've done that kind of thing before, so it's okay for me to wash it for you, right?"

The girl did not expect that Dotore would say such rogue words, and was speechless for a moment. In the end, she chose to ignore this topic that was obviously not good for her:

"Can you find them?"

"It's not them," Dotore let go of his hand, "it's her."

"I guess their integration is complete."

Even though she had the experience of that day in the laboratory as a foreshadowing, the girl couldn't help but shudder when she heard the word "fusion".

"As long as you take this with you, I will bring her to see you as soon as I find her."

"Can you be obedient now?"

Dotore put his hands on the edge of the bed and put his face close to the girl:

"Little Canary?"