Rib Flower [Ability]

After not hearing any movement in the room for a while, Hero hesitated to open the window, and his sweaty body fell straight into the bathtub like a slippery fish.

He has to go to Sayero's room and see if he can find anything from his computer——

That's what he meant, but he didn't have the strength to do it right now.

The only thing he can confirm now is that the glass of wine he drank in the casino contained some kind of drug, or simply an aphrodisiac.Maybe that bastard Ando played against him!

This guy... must settle accounts with him...

After taking a few breaths on his back, he got up from the bathtub drowsily, propped himself against the wall and walked into the room, his legs were as limp as spaghetti.He walked to the computer desk unsteadily, trying to crack Sayero's power-on password.

The familiar atmosphere of Sayero remained in the room.Every cell in Helo was trembling.

Instinctively, he covered his nose with one hand to prevent his brain from becoming more confused, and quickly calculated several sets of equations on the screen with the other hand, trying to calculate the combination of this string of four-digit numbers that was not complicated to him .

In the darkness, a figure quietly approached behind him.

"Uninvited guest, if you don't want to die, you'd better stop immediately and raise your hand!"

While the low and menacing voice sounded faintly, a cold and hard object pressed against the back of Helo's neck.

He heard a buzzing in his brain, and his thoughts were in a mess for an instant.

Before he could open his mouth to say anything, he was hit hard on the back of his neck, his arms were twisted behind his back, and his whole body was pressed against the wall in front of him by a hard object.He almost fainted for a moment, the wall seemed to be shaking and spinning, and was about to collapse. He knew that his out-of-control nerve center was at work.

"and many more!"

He let out a low whistle as thin as a mosquito, his knees were weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

But a strong hand tightly clutched the back of his neck, as if carrying a light and fluffy garment.He hangs his neck weakly, with his forehead against the wall, the zipper on the back of the isolation suit collapsed under his weight, and a flash of silver light on his back suddenly jumped into the eyes of the man behind him.

The man's pupils shrank in shock.

Without relaxing the grip on the opponent, he freed one hand and pulled the zipper lower, all the way to the opponent's tailbone, so that the pattern on the opponent's back was fully displayed.

A silver flying fish with open wings - "Silver Wing Wanderer".

One stroke at a time, every thick or thin line, each piece of small scales, and even the string of wavy codes on the tail of the flying fish that imply his initials are all the same as those drawn by him more than ten years ago. There is no difference in engraving.

Sayero stared at the other's soft silver-white hair in disbelief, and turned his body around.

An extremely astonishing face broke into his sight.

Even though it was the outline of an adult man, the delicate facial features still couldn't get rid of his familiar appearance.The young man slumped against the wall, looking up at him, his eyes were cloudy like water, he blinked very slowly, his eyes wandered dully on his face as if he couldn't focus, and his breathing was messy.

The quality of the soldiers made Sayero regain his inherent calmness after a brief astonishment.A pair of long and narrow eyes narrowed suspiciously, he looked up and down the young man in front of him, raised his chin with a finger, checked left and right to see if there were splicing marks of artificially cultivated tissue at the base of his ears, and at the same time opened his chest zipper.

Helo involuntarily held his breath and tensed his body.

Any move of Sayero at this moment is torture for him.His fingertips, his smell, even the sound of his breathing was nothing less than a huge torture, not to mention he was taking off his clothes now!

He didn't dare to make a sound, fearing that he would let out a shameful gasp when he opened his mouth, so he could only bite his lips tightly.

Unexpectedly, no trace of artificial forgery was detected on the opponent's upper body. Sayero subconsciously stretched his hand towards the opponent's waist, but the guy who had been acting very submissive just now suddenly struggled violently, trying to get out of the shackles between his arms. Run away, moving like a clumsy shrimp.

When the other party rushed to the window, he easily grabbed his arm, caught him again, pressed the back of his neck with a riot gun, dragged him back and pinned him on the bed.

He quickly tied his wrists to the bedside with a wire, and Sayero picked up the flashlight on the bedside and pointed it at the other person's eyes.Typically used in the interrogation of prisoners of war.

First destroy the psychological defense of the captives psychologically, and then torture them. During the war, he served as an interrogator for a period of time, and few people could withstand his methods.

"Say, who sent you?" Sayero put his knee on his thigh, and pulled his belt buckle with one hand.Judging from the man's reaction just now, he suspected that the secret of pretending to be Helo was hidden here.

"Don't... don't touch me!"

The bright light forced Herlo to close her eyes.He felt aggrieved and ashamed, and crossed his legs but it didn't help.The pants were torn apart by the man's hand two or three times, and the thing that was hyperactive under the action of the drug was exposed to the other party's sight without any disguise, and his whole body was burning hotly.

He felt like he was going crazy.

Sayero's eyes lingered on that part for a few seconds, hesitating slightly, but he still lowered his head to inspect the other's leg.Still no stitching marks.But he found something else.

A lavender birthmark on the partner's lower abdomen.

That cannot be faked.

"Time travel".

No, it's not right...something is wrong.

He subconsciously looked up at the electronic clock on the wall, the numbers on it were frozen, motionless, and then looked down at the young man's hand.On his finger was the meteorite ring that he had personally given him.

That is a unique and inimitable...token in this world.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning pierced through the cerebral cortex.

They're not in his past, they're in his head.

The man suddenly withdrew the hand that was holding the young man's ankle, and saw the other party's legs curled up like an electric shock, and the snow-white skin all over his body was dyed with a shocking red tide.

His head was turned to one side, his eyes were closed tightly, his light-colored eyelashes trembled violently, and a tendon in his neck was almost torn apart, as if a dying butterfly was about to flutter its wings from the twigs bent by the snow. rise.

It was an expression he was not unfamiliar with at all.

"Hello?" he whispered tentatively, turning off the flashlight.

An unprecedented sense of embarrassment was like a thin needle piercing into his indestructible barrier of reason.

"...Get out!" The young man's face suddenly widened in the darkness, and a stream of moist water flashed quickly under his eyelashes.His shout was hoarse, like a series of indistinct hums, his hands struggled violently a few times, and a thread of blood appeared on his wrist.

Only then did Sayero react, and leaned over to untie the wire for him.

"How dare you really do such a thing?"

Sayero took a deep breath, untied the complicated knot with one hand, and asked calmly as best he could.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the restraint was loosened, Herlo raised his fist and gave him a hard punch in the abdomen, and then bent his knees and gave a powerful knee blow, almost pushing him off the bed.This series of anti-grasp moves was quick and agile, but unfortunately, except for a little pain, it was basically harmless to him—and he taught it himself.

Nervously dodging the young man's oncoming fist, Sayero grabbed his forearm, twisted it against his waist, and used his knee to block the opponent's foot that was trying to kick him away, firmly pressing him under him .His palm touched the hot skin of the person below him, like a rough flint sticking to the surface of the white phosphorous, a series of scorching sparks were aroused without many rubbings, causing him to tremble all over.

"You control me? Can you control me?"

Helo gritted his teeth, and subconsciously blurted out like himself many years ago.He didn't know where he got so angry, he gritted his teeth as if venting his longing for this man who drank poison to quench his thirst for so many years, wishing he could tear a piece of flesh off him.

He once imagined the scene when he reunited with Sayero——

He wanted to use this modified body to have a hearty fight with the other party, and it would be best to beat him up, like a big man, so that the other party would look at him differently.But ironically, he appeared in front of the other party with such a embarrassed and embarrassing look.

To be precise, it is in the brain of the other party.