Original God, looking for the heart

Around him, images of Mo Bei who had killed others appeared at the same time. Various cruel methods, it can be said that he has inherited the doctor's methods very well. This young man is both an experimental subject and the operator of the experiment.

A clean white coat and plastic gloves, with a ballpoint pen inserted in the breast pocket. Mo Bei held the folder and tapped the pen lightly on the paper.

"...unqualified, even the result is not as good as the previous one." The face covered by the mask only revealed a pair of eyes, cold and ruthless under the light, "But your heart and brain seem to be good 'components'. Maybe, Doctor Will like it.”

His slender fingers pressed against the handle of the scalpel, and the blade was less than half a centimeter away from the experimenter's chest: "By the way, are you scared?"

The man could only make a sound of "Uh-huh", and his limbs and body were locked on the operating table. Although he couldn't struggle, the meridians under his skin were full of signs of struggle.

"I almost forgot, in order to prevent your voice from affecting adults, I have treated your throat in advance." Wiping the blade with a wet wipe soaked in disinfectant, Mo Bei held up the knife and shook it under the light, as if to Express the sharpness of the knife. Lifting the man's chin with his left index finger, Mo Bei's voice was gentle but like a ghost's prayer: "Don't worry, you won't be in pain for a long time."

"My master, his skills will be better than mine."

After saying this, the doctor also entered wearing a lab coat: "Has everything been taken care of?"

"The reagent has been injected and the treatment of the vocal cords has been completed. Everything is ready, sir."

Dotore grabbed the experimental subject's chin with one hand and lifted it up. Under the light, the sewing marks on the other party's neck were clearly visible: "There is still progress. I think you are qualified to learn better experimental techniques."

With a flash of hesitation on his face, Mo Bei walked to the doctor.

At this moment, the doctor rarely put away the madness on his face, and taught Mo Bei like a teacher how to completely peel off the brain from the opponent's head.

The blood bloomed before my eyes like a rose. Mo Bei was attracted and became more and more comfortable holding the scalpel.

Until the bright color dyed the man's head red and dripped on the operating table. The originally white gloves had become stained with blood. The blood spurted out thinly, and a drop or two splashed onto the white coat and Mo Bei's mask. The young man swallowed, smelled the sweet smell of blood on the tip of his nose and couldn't help but move his hands——

Apart from the sound of blood flowing, the only sound left was the sound of the two breathing. Mo Bei regained consciousness and cut off the entire brain in the direction pointed by the doctor's finger.

Put it in formalin, and the doctor takes out a new jar to store the heart.

Mo Bei nodded and moved the blade downward——

The process of cutting out the heart was much smoother. Mo Bei has obviously handled such missions several times.

He was able to remove his mask and eagerly but restrainedly take his fingers into his mouth - licking the blood from his hands.

Thinking of Yin Hong who was on the operating table in vain: "It's a pity that it was all wasted."

"I'm very satisfied with today's performance." When the doctor approached, Mo Bei had already put down his hand. Dotore stared at the red dots at the corners of Mo Bei's mouth, and then assigned a new task. In the end, he only added, "You are only responsible for taking his life. As for the methods and means - it's up to you."

Not surprisingly, the wanderer saw Mo Bei kill the man with a sword and then extract his blood and devour it. In my impression, when he was a "skirmisher", he also gave blood to the opponent. In comparison, the devouring seen at this moment is indeed closer to a simple satiation.

The wanderer shook his head, and many images of Mo Bei's past appeared in front of him. Most of them are tasks, ruthlessly harvesting lives, including experimenting and being experimented.

"Compared to the puppet, you are a better experimental subject. It is not in vain that I designed to bring you from Tatasha." The doctor turned to walk into the piles of experimental data, "Preliminary experiments on the puppet, and finally Apply the successful part to you. As an experimenter, this is my kindness to you."

"So, the target of the experiment was Mo Bei from the beginning." The wanderer's brain buzzed, "I won't let you have a chance, Dotore."

In the dark sky, a star fell. In a dark world, even a single star is very dazzling.

Children transformed into stars attract children who like stars. They cuddled together and talked about their longing for the outside world.

The Wanderer felt irritated. Perhaps because of his limited selfishness, he didn't want to see Mo Bei show any intimacy to anyone.

The good times didn't last long, and the chains appeared again. Driven by the urge, Mo Bei raised the knife, and the blade was immersed in the starlight.

With his eyes open, there was no sadness on Mo Bei's face, and even his hand was still holding the knife to penetrate deeper. But the tears kept flowing down - the doctor deprived him of his sadness, but could not eliminate his tears.

The stars gradually dispersed. Just the part that formed the child's eyes flew to the side of Mo Bei's ear, forming two cross earrings.

"The stars...the sea...are more important to you. Please go...see the outside world for me..."

"Rust, rustle..." The sound of butterfly wings rubbing together.

The wanderer turned back, and the swarming bloody butterflies took the initiative to make way for him. At the end of the road, Mo Bei sat on his knees on the ground, looking ahead empty-handedly.

He rushed over without hesitation and finally came to Mo Bei's side. Just the scene in front of him made the wanderer feel nervous instantly.

In front of Mo Bei are skulls, the remains of severed fingers, and countless mutilated skeletons. They were piled as high as a mountain, and whether their heads were intact or incomplete, they all stared at Mo Bei who was kneeling on the ground with wide eyes.

And on the top of the mountain piled with countless bones, there is a throne. The person on the throne has the same appearance as Mo Bei, but the other person is leisurely, crossing his legs to taste the red liquid in the goblet.

"Hello, my future."

The person on the throne is smiling, and the skull makes people feel cold from beginning to end.

Butterflies swarmed up. The wanderer hurriedly protected Mo Bei with one hand and used the wind blade to drive him away. The black tentacles broke through the butterfly group and wrapped the two of them.

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The wanderer condensed the wind blade again——

"Stop." In front of him was a red and black Chinese dragon. After seeing the two people wake up, the dragon slowly lifted the siege.

"Boy, your memory belongs to its original owner. I had no choice but to take it away."

"Ah Mo, are you okay?" The wanderer hugged Mo Bei into his arms and held his hand. The temperature coming from the palm of my hand was unprecedentedly low.

"Ha, so that's it."

Mo Bei gently separated himself from the wanderer.

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