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

The next day, Dotore arrived as scheduled, even a little earlier, opening the door to the conference room earlier than the girl who usually likes to arrive early.

But it was discovered that someone was already inside, and Dotore, the person with whom he had an appointment, became an outsider.

But Dotore had no sense of being an outsider at all. He nodded to Pantalone, who was sitting on the girl's left, and pulled out the chair on the girl's right:

"With a few zero orders, do we, the 'rich' adults, need to come and negotiate in person?"

There was no displeasure on Pantalone's face after being interrupted, but she raised her hand and pushed up her glasses:

"The person has been transported from prison to you."

"The funds you applied for should have arrived yesterday."

Pantalone tilted his head, moved the thin chain on his glasses, and made a tinny sound:

"Any more questions, Doctor?"

Dotore raised his hands, closed his mouth, made a "you guys continue" gesture, and leaned on the back of the chair in a comfortable enough posture, playing with a tube of red potion he brought.

Dotore originally didn't like hearing about Pantalone's ugly business wars.

People in the mall have dark hearts, unlike those who engage in scientific research like him, who just want to disrupt every world equally.

But this scientific researcher now listens seriously.

After all, anyone they mentioned could become his next legal experiment.

So when the girl and the others had finished talking, and Pantalone stood up with the document bag in hand, Dotore smacked his lips, seeming to feel a little dull:

"Gone?"

"......Gone."

Pantalone smiled good-naturedly:

"Next time it goes bad so quickly, let your slices be used as experimental subjects."

Dotore shrugged innocently:

"It broke so suddenly, it broke with a 'bang'."

Pantalone didn't have much patience to listen to Dotore's laboratory accident "they", so she just closed the door with that fake smile.

Hearing the sound of the door closing tightly, Dotore placed the tube of potion in front of the girl.

“Put it in your eyes and you’ll know—everything you want to know.”

The tube of potion was so similar to blood that the girl couldn't help but think of the way Dotore played with the needle that day.

Although Dotore behaved normally in front of her, she always felt...

There is a peaceful madness about Dotore.

It's a bit of a ridiculous description, but if it's used on ridiculous people, it's okay.

The girl picked up the bottle with the dropper installed, and when she tried to put drops into her eyes, she blinked uncontrollably, and the red reagent sank from the girl's eyelids into the girl's hair roots.

"...Sorry, I'll try again."

This time, the girl didn’t blink——

But the position was crooked, and it dripped into the girl's eyes.

Dotore clicked his tongue, walked behind the girl's seat, and took the reagent from the girl's hand.

When Dotore's face suddenly appeared in front of her, the girl's neck trembled uncontrollably, and she shook off the red potion dripping on her face. The side close to the skin dried up, leaving a bright red mark.

Dotore's hands are very big. After holding the girl's chin, he can also use his thumb to wipe away the water on the girl's face. The silk-covered gloves absorb water well, and the girl can also feel the skin belonging to Dotore under the gloves. body temperature.

"Don't close your eyes."

Dotore tightened the girl's chin and lifted it up. The girl's gaze could not be controlled but turned to the cold mask. She could even see her own vague shadow and her own blue eyes in the reflection of the mask. .

The girl's breathing tightened unconsciously - Dotore bent down, and the distance between the two was a little too close.

Dotore's thumb grabbed the girl's cheek, causing the girl to restrain the physiological reaction of closing her eyes.

Two drops of medicine were dripped into the eye sockets. The red color spread aggressively from the whites of the eyes to the pupils, and finally drowned out the out-of-focus blue.

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Just like the feeling she had when she drank the potion that day, she saw a scene clearly.

However, she seems to have no control over her body.

In other words, she cannot adjust the angle or direction she wants to watch.

It's like watching a reel of video immersively.

Could it be that this is Dotore's perspective?

Soon, the girl's suspicion was confirmed. The moment she turned around, the girl saw the hem of Dotore's coat.

This scene is a laboratory? Or the operating room?

"Is it fixed?"

It's a nice sound, but it's obvious that the owner of the sound has a bad temper.

"You are very busy?"

This voice was that of Dotore, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry, as if he was simply trying to choke the owner of the other voice.

For some reason, Dotore's gaze kept looking towards a corner. From the corner of her eye, the girl could only see half of a well-proportioned and white calf on the operating table. It was probably someone lying on the operating table without any clothes on.

Ah, are you artificially helping her avoid suspicion?

The girl found it a bit funny.

Fortunately, although the eyes could not see, every word they said could fall into the girl's ears completely.

"... Repair it quickly. Don't tell me that you haven't repaired a doll for a long time. Your skills are so bad."

"Speaking of dolls——"

"There is interesting news in the letter from the 'rich man'."

"A doll appeared in Mondstadt, did you know that?"

"Did your mind stop at the door?"

The man seemed to be disgusted, and his tone became strange and angry:

"Oh, I have been working for your master, how could I know such a thing?"

It seems that the person who performed the surgery was a certain slice of Dotore.

As for the man lying on the operating table...

The girl began to search for information in her mind——

Dolls are doing things for the fools, and they are not hard to find:

The sixth seat of the Executive Officer of Fools is "Skirmisher".

"The 'rich man' is very interested in her, and her structure and life seem to be more subtle and interesting than yours."

The "skirmisher" was visibly perfunctory and responded with a few random words:

"Yes, yes, you ask your master to dissect her too."

"You're so noisy, can you ask someone else to fix it? He has other slices in Winter, right?"

Being touched upon his fundamental interests, "Dotore"'s voice immediately cooled down:

"No, it's agreed that one person will study it once, and you don't have the right to choose."

This slice of Dotore is probably quite young. Both his voice and tone are lighter. Even if the other party is not happy to pay attention to him, he can still talk endlessly:

"The subject should also be quite interested in her. He has been discussing something with the 'rich man' these past two days..."

Little Slice mumbled, as if he was criticizing Dotore, even if he was himself:

"Can't you let me intervene? My brain at this age should be better than it was then..."

"Oh, I also heard that you don't have to go back to the abyss recently."

Finally, the topic related to "skirmishers" was mentioned, and his voice sounded lazily:

"Huh? Is there any unpleasant job?"

"It seems like I want you to go back to your hometown..."

Xiaochiao's speech was a little slurred, and the girl couldn't hear everything.

"Huh?" "Skicker"'s voice sounded contemptuous and incredulous, "You want me to clean up that idiot's mess?"

They seemed to be talking about something one after another, but Dotore seemed to have no interest in the conversation that followed. In his eyes, the door was getting closer and closer.