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

Dresden is the city with the highest level of consumption in Europe. Although it is entering autumn, it is full of prosperity everywhere. The wheat in the fields is golden, and everyone's face is full of joy of harvest.

Weitzman wrapped the boy in a windbreaker. After all, the autumn wind in Dresden blows on his face like the winter wind like a bayonet. Looking at the white and tender skin on the boy's face, Weitzman couldn't bear it. He couldn't stop wrapping up the boy's whole body so that no one could see him.

In his eyes, Alan is like a newborn child.Completely ignorant of this world.Maybe a piece of candy from a stranger can trick him away from finding his way home.

The family he originally formed with his older sister had projects to work on, and his older sister often went to the research institute and was away from home, but now this young man is like a thread, connecting their scattered homes tightly again.

"Alang, you must follow me closely." Sitting in the car, he looked at the boy beside him with a smile.Seeing the boy nodding his head, he smiled with satisfaction.

Xiao Hei stood aside and watched this scene. He originally thought that the car would take the boy away, and he would be able to investigate in this strange world.But I didn't expect that I was sucked away by a vacuum cleaner, and my whole body was sucked into the back of the car, unable to move at all.

So, can't I leave this boy half a step away?

The car stopped in front of a villa, and Xiao Hei turned over and stood aside, coughing in embarrassment, although he knew that no one could see him, but the habit formed after a long time was hard to get rid of.Weizman got out of the car first, then took the boy's hand and pulled the boy out of the car.

"Don't be afraid. I just brought you to order clothes." He explained to the boy.

"Xiaobai." The boy raised his head and looked at him with empty eyes.

"What?" Weitzman asked.The boy didn't speak, and Weizman dragged the boy into the foyer of the villa. The driver had already notified the people inside when they stood still.They walked in unimpeded all the way.Xiao Hei followed behind, the boy was different from him, he would look around when he was in this body, and the boy was like a walking dead, completely motionless, just moving his legs instinctively following Weitzman.

This feeling is terrible, like seeing this completely different self.Xiao Hei thought, the boy looks very similar to him when he was a child, but his demeanor is very different.

"Hey, Adolf, long time no see? Are you here to order clothes today?" On the seat in the middle of the living room, an old man wearing glasses was flipping through the newspaper in his hand without looking up.asked.

"Senior Sletter, I'm not here to order the clothes this time. It's this kid." Weizman said, seeing the old man looking at him, he pushed the child beside him forward so that the old man could see.

"Huh? Let me see." The old man stood up, with a hunched back, and slowly moved forward in front of the young man, reaching out to touch his bones.Some hesitation. "Where did you find this boy?"

"Huh?" Weizman was a little puzzled. Why did the old man know that Aaron was picked up by him?

The old man hesitated. "His skeleton is a bit peculiar, but it doesn't matter."

He ordered his servants to bring over a tape measure and a dilapidated notebook, and wanted to train the young man's figure, but the young man changed his previous attitude.Suddenly hugging Weitzman's waist tightly, Le Weitzman couldn't breathe, gritted his teeth, tilted his head, looked at the boy, and asked suspiciously. "Aaron, what's wrong?"

The boy buried his head on Weitzman's waist, his voice muffled. "Hate."

Hate?He was slightly stunned, but then he understood. He pulled away the boy's hand, half-kneeled in front of the boy, stretched out his hand to stroke the boy's slightly long bangs behind his ears, and asked softly. "You don't reject my touch, do you?"

The teenager shook his head.Weitzman knew he was right.The old man also understood, and he nodded to Weitzman, "Follow what I said, it seems that this young man is very shy."

Weitzman smiled apologetically. "It's really troublesome for you."

By the time it was over, the sun had already set, turning the sky orange-red.Weitzman bid farewell to the old man and made an appointment to pick up the clothes. He led the boy out of the courtyard, feeling a little emotional.Before, I always stretched out my arms to ask the old man to measure the size, but I never thought that making clothes would be such a troublesome task.Looking at the well-behaved young man beside him, his eyes were full of doting.He raised his hand to wrap his arms around the boy's shoulder, lowered his body slightly, and leaned close to the boy's ear. "Are you hungry?"

The boy nodded truthfully, his voice did not fluctuate. "Hungry." Like a puppet, he didn't show any emotion at all, which frustrated Weitzman.

After letting the boy get into the car, Weitzman closed the door tightly and told the driver to go to a Japanese restaurant that he and his sister liked very much.Although the chef's cooking tastes better than that of that one, but after all, that kind of feeling is missing, and the boy himself is from Japan, maybe he can think of something when he sees a familiar scene.

Xiao Hei sat silently on the trunk, looking at the two people in the car.

The car was moving forward slowly, Weitzman was playing with the boy's long hair, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.He ran his fingers through the boy's long hair, and his scalp shuddered when his fingertips touched the scalp. The boy turned to look at him, and Weitzman stroked his head. "Alang, when I get home, can I tie your hair for you?"

"Hair?" The boy's voice sounded, although it was emotionless, it made Weitzman feel happy.Because the boy finally responded to his words.

"Yes. Your hair is too long, can Xiaobai tie it up for you?" He softened his voice and asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay." He didn't know if it was his illusion or what, but he felt a little redness in the corners of the boy's eyes.He didn't know how important and out of reach the word "home" was to the teenager, even if he lost his memory.

The atmosphere in the car was so warm, and in the next second, the boy's eyes suddenly widened, as if twitching, and his face was full of fear, which Weitzman had never seen before.He looked at the trembling shoulders of the boy in front of him, and reached out to touch it. "Aaron?"

The young man opened his hand, and the five finger prints on the back of his hand were red and painful, but Weitzman couldn't care so much.Because the young man trembled violently, his face turned blue, and he mumbled something unconsciously, and he leaned over.

The teenager said, stop..stop..stop! ! !

What is it... He looked out of the car window, his pupils shrank suddenly.That is... once a bustling place with more than 2000 people, it was a treasure of Germany, but now it has become a place of ruins.

That was the Institute of the Dresden Stone Plate.

"Stop!" He sternly yelled, and with the sound of braking, the driver wiped the sweat from his brow, turned his head, and wanted to ask the young master why he stopped here, and whether he wanted to change the itinerary.

The moment he turned his head, the trembling boy suddenly moved. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the driver's neck quickly and accurately, with a ferocious face on his expressionless face.He subconsciously let out a low growl.Weitzman was a little dazed, not knowing what happened. "Aaron..."

It was also at this second that the boy seemed to wake up and let go.The driver was rescued panting and coughing.Weitzman pulled the boy's body hard, and looked at him with a rare stern voice. "what happens?"

The veins in the teenager's temples throbbed violently, and his mind was in chaos.He knew something was calling to him, but he couldn't say what it was.His teeth were chattering, and he endured it very hard.

"Aaron!!!"

What flashed through my mind was a sea of ​​blood and the greedy eyes of many people.They bit each other aimlessly, blood flowed all over the ground, but those people didn't have the slightest expression on their faces, as if they weren't their flesh and blood.

There was a person walking towards him with leftover minced meat hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he saw himself in that person's eyes.His eyes were red, his teeth were stained with rotten flesh, and even his fingertips were blood red.

"Ah!!!!" He screamed and pushed Weitzman away, slamming on the car door as if unconscious.

Let him out!demon!They are all demons! !

"Aaron!!" Weizman grabbed the boy's hands, but the boy struggled so violently that the place where he was holding his wrist turned red, and he just struggled harder.

Vaguely, it seemed that there was once a group of people in white clothes, grabbing themselves to keep themselves still.Then inject a feeling into his body that makes him feel extremely painful, painful to death, unforgettable.

Xiao Hei watched this scene from the side, and seemed not to understand why the boy suddenly became like this.

[It's a slate. 】

【? 】

[It is the power and memory of the slate remaining in this research institute that is calling him. 】

Weitzman didn't know what to do. The more the boy struggled, the more he felt worried about the boy.The driver caught his breath and reminded him. "Master, is he in a research institute, is there something that affects him?"

Weitzman understood, although he was a little worried, but the reason why his sister asked him to accompany the boy at the beginning was not because he hoped that the boy would find the data or memory of the experiment?He let go of a hand that was gripping the boy's wrist, and went to open the door.But the boy took the opportunity to scratch a bloodstain on his cheek.Before he could speak, the boy rushed out.Xiao Hei followed closely behind.

Weitzman had a gloomy face, ignoring the bleeding wound on his cheek.There is a haze in the eyes.It was precisely because the boy was so well-behaved that he kept silent, which formed a great contrast.Even though it was confirmed that the young man was the subject of the Dresden experiment, he was not reconciled.Why didn't he meet him earlier, so that maybe all the pain can be avoided, so that the boy will always be happy.Those experimenters who were killed died so easily, it was really cheap for them.

Such a pitiful young man, how can he rest assured?

Without any hesitation, Weitzman got out of the car and chased after him, leaving only a word for the driver. "Wait."

Young master, I'm just a driver. Shouldn't bodyguards do this kind of almost-death job?