[K] The growth and evolution of the owner and the dog

Weitzman quickly climbed upstairs, opened the bottom drawer of the desk in his room with the boy, took out the file, opened it and checked whether the information about the boy was complete.He sat on the bed and looked through.What I started with was a photo. The boy's hair on the top of his head was slightly raised, and he looked dumb. Weizman looked at the photo with a gentle expression, trying to figure it out with his fingertips.

[Alang, look here~] He stood aside and watched the master holding some huge machines, facing the boy.The boy's gaze followed him, and he was facing the camera, his face blankly expressionless.

[Alan, please smile. 】He made a face at the young man, deliberately making the young man laugh, the young man grinned slightly when he saw how hard he was working.

It was the photo he was holding in his palm. He put down the photo and saw Yelang Weitzman written in the column of the boy's name in the file bag. There was endless tenderness in his eyes.

Putting the boy's things and his own certificate into the bag, he hurried downstairs, seeing the jacket thrown by the boy on the bed from the corner of his eye, and his feet stopped.He reached for his coat, um, after the inspection, as compensation, let's take him to play where he wants to go.

When he went down the stairs, he saw his sister sitting on the sofa with a newspaper in her hand, but she didn't know what to think, and her eyes were not on it at all.He greeted with a smile. "Sister, why did you come out of the lab so early?"

Hearing his voice, Crotia remained silent, just looking at him.Weitzman felt something was wrong and asked in a low voice. "what happens?"

Clodia closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, she frowned, her voice choked. "Adolf.. sorry.."

Weitzman was confused by her, very strangely.He speaks. "Sister, don't cry, what's the matter?" He looked down at the clothes in his hand, "If it's not very important, I'll borrow Alan first and we can discuss it in the long run."

He waited for Claudia to answer, but Claudia didn't dare to look at him, turned her face aside, her voice hoarse. "Adolf... Alan he..."

"What's wrong with Aaron, didn't he go for an examination?" Weitzman said with a smile. "He's still waiting for me there. If my sister is fine, I'll pick him up first." After speaking, he stood up, saluted Claudia, and ordered the kitchen to make some food that the boy liked.Then walk out of the gate and drive to the villa area first.

The moment he went out, Crotia couldn't help crying anymore.She also thought that the higher-ups really planned to let the boy go, but she didn't expect it to be a game.A bureau trying to capture a boy.They need both the research of the Weitzman brothers and sisters, but they also need teenagers to satisfy their thirst for knowledge.

"Adolf... I'm sorry..."

Although she was really on guard at the beginning because the boy was related to the Dresden experiment, but looking at the boy's innocence, it was really difficult to connect with the killing.She watched the interaction between her younger brother and the teenager, brought out the younger brother who had lost his vitality and was addicted to research, and became more and more gentle.

She never objected to the two of them being together, but they couldn't be together after all.They are just two people, how could they violate a country?I just hope that Aaron's damage will be reduced.Crotia clasped her hands together and silently said, Hallelujah.

Weizman was fidgeting in the car. He didn't know what his sister's words meant, but his heart was as uneasy as before.Knowing that everything will end, but still feel that something is left behind.He couldn't help urging the driver to hurry up.

"Master, this is already the fastest speed." The driver was also very helpless, he finished speaking to the people behind and drove carefully.When he was about to drive to the villa area, he saw that the sky in his direction was dyed red.Thick smoke billowed in the sky.He stammered to Weitzman. "Master..."

"Reached?"

"No, master." He swallowed and stopped the car. "Ahead..on fire.."

"What?" Weitzman's pupils shrank suddenly, and he opened the door and got out of the car.What caught his eyes was a sea of ​​fire.The golden sunflower fields were completely engulfed in flames, and thick smoke ignited.Just because the entire villa area was surrounded by flower fields, and the fire spread so fast, the entire villa area was burning violently in red in just a few seconds when Weitzman was dumbfounded.

"Alang..." He couldn't find his own voice, and sat on the ground helplessly.There was a blank in my mind, and the only thing that appeared was that the boy shouted in a hoarse voice over and over again when he left, Weitzman, don't go.

Thinking of the abnormality of the boy before, he ignored it and didn't care.If I had cared a little bit before, instead of insisting on letting him come here for inspection, would everything be different.He lay on the ground and hit the ground hard. "hateful!!!!"

He could imagine that in the fiery instrument, the boy opened his eyes alone, tears streaming down his face.Opening his mouth again and again, silently calling his name, but he did not appear after all.His skin was scorched by the fire, his breath was blocked by thick smoke, and he lay there quietly, accepting death.But I was at home imagining what the future would be like.

Why, God must choose to torture him.Becoming an experimental subject, suffering all kinds of tortures, and finally being able to turn everything in the past into smoke, but it made him fall into a doomed situation.

Weitzman hit the ground over and over again to vent, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes, his teeth clenched, his joints were bleeding, but he didn't know it.All he knew was, how could this bit of pain be more painful than the burning and death that the young man endured?

When the tears were dim, he looked at the sea of ​​flames, and the figure of a young man appeared vaguely. The young man was just like when he first appeared. Although he was embarrassed, he was as cute as an angel.He held out his hand towards him, opening his mouth to make a mouth shape.Weitzman, come here.

As if bewitched, Weitzman got up, stretched out his hand and touched it, and in the next second, the pain from the flames hit his brain, making him awake instantly.He watched the driver wrap him up to prevent him from moving forward.

"Master..." The driver sighed. "Go back, let's discuss in the long run."

"No." Weitzman wiped the tears off his face with his sleeve. "Live to see people, die to see corpses."

"Wait!"

He waited from the violent burning until he was all wounded into ashes, and he waited until the arrival of the rescue team.From daytime to dusk, they were able to enter this burned area beyond recognition.According to the address of the villa in his memory, Weitzman found the villa that was already in disrepair.Search and rescue personnel just came out of it, and Weitzman stepped forward to stop him. "Excuse me.. In this house there is—"

"There are no survivors!" the rescuer said anxiously. "This is an empty house. There are many rooms to search, so don't get in the way." He pushed Weitzman away and went to the next villa.

Weitzman staggered, and finally let go of his tense spirit. "Very good……"

An empty house meant that Alan was taken elsewhere.

He didn't resent his sister, because according to his sister's expression, she must have been deceived in the dark.He only blamed himself for not protecting the boy well.

He returned home in a daze, and Claudia looked at him without saying a word.Weitzman twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled. "Sister, I don't blame you. Let's go eat." He patted his stomach and called. "Starved to death, starved to death."

"Adolf." Claudia stopped Weitzman. "You...don't blame me?"

"Why should I blame you?" Weitzman laughed. "Sister, haven't you been deceived too? And... Alan is not dead."

"There is a saying that it is straight from the bridge to the bow of the ship. Don't think about it~ go to dinner soon."

Late at night, Weitzman's neckline was wide open, and he lay flat on the bed with his eyes wide open. He raised his arms over his eyes, and tears flowed silently.He stretched his body and picked up the quilt beside him, taking a deep breath through his nose.The quilt still smelled like a boy, but the boy had disappeared.

He found his own happiness, found his future destination, but lost him with his own hands, under his sight, with his own hands.

Aaron, will you come back?Come back for me this liar?

Early the next morning, there were visitors.Weitzman came out of the bedroom with dark circles under his eyes, sat at the dining table to eat, and Claudia watched him hesitate to speak.This younger brother has grown up after all, and is no longer the person who listened to him when he was young.Instead, he became an independent individual, a man who could stand upright.

"Master, miss. Someone is here to visit." The butler came over to report. "It's a man wearing a Japanese military uniform, who calls himself Guochang Lu Dajue,"

Weitzman and Crotia exchanged glances, "Let him in."