Rib Flower [Ability]

"Ai Ling... Ai Ling..."

A voice called softly in the silence.

who is it?Who is calling this name?He wasn't Ai Ling at all!Stop shouting!stop!

The pain in his head was bursting, and Herlo screamed silently in his brain, but the body trapped in the medical cabin only trembled very slightly.His head was covered by a net-like instrument, and the hair dyed golden was like a group of water plants in the nutrient solution, floating and swaying with the shaking of his head.

"Increase the index."

Isaiah looked down at the figure in the cabin, and ordered to the artificial intelligence on the side.

His fingers kept tapping on the glass, and a ring made of ashes on his ring finger bumped slightly.The sound sounded like a musical instrument to him.

He couldn't help closing his eyes intoxicated, but heard intermittent shouts coming from the glass cabin.

"Brother...Sayero..."

He hit the glass hatch with a fist and stared at the artificial intelligence, the electronic eyes flickering like a burst.

"what happened?!"

"If you continue to increase the current index, he may die because he can't bear the radiation, my lord. His self-awareness is very stubborn, and can only be temporarily shielded to accommodate the instructions you set. The human brain is a very complicated thing, and it cannot Make it as mechanized as artificial intelligence, but I can guarantee that as long as he wears this neural controller, he will think he is Ailing and follow your orders."

"is it?"

Isaiah's complexion immediately changed from cloudy to sunny, and he smiled happily.

He picked up a cherry from the red wine glass and put it in his mouth. Looking at the people in the glass cabin who were struggling more fiercely, the emotion in his eyes grew stronger.

"I want all the good memories between me and Ai Ling to be written into his brain."

"That has to connect your nerves."

"Come on, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Isaiah leaned lazily on the recliner and raised his head, rolled his throat a few times, swallowed the mellow fruit in his mouth, narrowed his slender eyes halfway, like the snake that tempted Eve.

In the quiet space, the sound of books being flipped can be heard from time to time, mixed with people's whispers.

Sounds like a library.

where is this?

Helo opened his eyes, and under the sunlight not far away, there was a figure reading a book, with blond hair with a soft luster, a pair of glasses on his face, and a pair of blue eyes behind the lenses.

It was his own face.He froze there.No, that's not him.And then he realizes that this is the man—he's the reason he's here, the source of his genes.

Elling.

Just as the mirror image meets the body, the sense of disillusionment has never been stronger.As if his eyes were burned by the quiet and peaceful appearance of the blond youth, he instinctively closed his eyes to escape, but at the same time, he felt a strong curiosity.I want to see what kind of person Sayero has been thinking about.

This thought filled his heart, driving him to open his eyes again, and unconsciously moved a little closer to Ai Ling's figure.Is this in another dimension?Will Sayero be here?

Helo looked around, clenched his fists, a sense of contradiction tore his heart.

Surrounded by rows of bookshelves, there are paper books that ceased to be produced at the end of the last century. These things are now considered valuable antiques and can only be seen in very top prestigious schools.

It seems that Ai Ling is not like him, but an outstanding top student.Hero thought.

"Good news, a gap has been opened in his nerve wall, Lord Isaiah."

"Continue. Induce him to go deep into my memory." Isaiah smiled faintly.

The indescribable magnetic field attracted Helo to approach Ai Ling quietly. He was like a ghost that did not exist in this space, making Ai Ling unaware.So he discovered the secret in Ai Ling's hands.That's not a book, but a mobile terminal disguised as a book.As Ai Ling's fingers moved across the paper, the tiny typefaces changed rapidly like swarms of ants.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps nearby.

The small characters on the book seemed to be disturbed by this movement, and they were arranged neatly all of a sudden.

"Teacher Ai Ling, why are you here alone?"

A familiar voice was like a ray of cold wind pouring into He Luo's collar, making him shiver.

Isaiah, it turned out to be Isaiah!Helo looked at the figure approaching in horror. His scalp was numb. The boy who walked from the shadows to the sun had long chestnut hair neatly tied behind his head. He was wearing an aristocratic shirt and vest, looking both elegant and elegant. retro.At this time, his eyes were still intact, and he looked at Ai Ling with admiration and tenderness, not at all like a neo-Nazi officer.

Ai Ling raised his head, closed the book, and came back with a smile: "Student Isaiah."

The wind blows his blond hair, making him look like a dazzling angel, and the young man who walks to him looks like a pilgrim, bending down and kissing the back of his hand.The sunlight condensed this moment into an oil painting, but Ai Ling retracted his hand uncomfortably, and frowned worriedly: "This is not the place for you, Isaiah Lucas. There are only teachers here were allowed in.”

"But I have a question for you, my dear tutor." Isaiah grinned and raised his eyebrows with a smirk, like a stubborn and rebellious middle school student—maybe he is now.

It was hard to believe that this cruel pervert had such an intersection with Ai Ling, and Herlo became more and more curious.

"Come on, what's the problem?" Ai Ling raised his head and looked at the other person patiently.

Isaiah is still smiling, but his eyes are very serious: "Would you like to associate with me?"

Ai Ling looked at him solemnly for a moment with an elder's demeanor: "Are you kidding me?"

Isaiah's face sank, and he picked up a pen in the opponent's hand: "Do I seem to be joking?"

Ai Ling stood up from the chair, picked up the book, and reached for the pen held in the palm of Isaiah, but was grabbed by the other party.Isaiah's finger was like a slippery and cold snake, staring obsessively at the young man in front of him, his eyes pierced through the lenses and pierced straight into his eyes.

Ai Ling was taken aback.

At the moment when he lost his mind, Isaiah pulled out the pen, rolled up his sleeve and scratched it hard on his arm—his arm was mottled and covered with similar marks.

"This is the tenth time you have rejected me, Teacher Ai Ling."

Herlo's heart throbbed like a resonance.

That kind of paranoid, desperate love... He actually found a similar shadow in a devil.

"I will always wait for you, Teacher Ai Ling. I don't want to coerce you, I just want you to remember me... Soon, I will graduate, leave here, and join the army according to my father's will. Before that, if you can't Getting your attention will be the regret of my life."

The young military cadet expressed his confession urgently, his eyes were so affectionate that he could hold his breath.

What responded to him was only a helpless sigh: "You will be an excellent fighter, Isaiah. But tomorrow, I will return to the United States. The situation in Germany is getting more and more chaotic, and I can't stay here anymore,"

"No, no! Teacher Ai Ling, please stay here! My family can protect you! No one can hurt a single hair of your hair, I swear in the name of the Custer family!"

Isaiah gripped his shoulders tightly, cracking his bones.

Ai Ling just stared at him quietly for a moment, as if there was an invisible force in his eyes, forcing Isaiah to let go of his hand slowly, and finally let it hang down powerlessly, still holding the pen tightly.

Then Eileen pushed him away and walked out.

The entire space suddenly distorted and shattered, and with a deafening crackling sound, it shattered into dust. Hero immediately found himself in another place in an instant.

Above the head was a roaring combat spaceship. Bombs were falling from the sky one after another, blasting the ground into huge caves one after another. A crashed spaceship made a terrible sound before it exploded.

A figure struggled to climb out of the spaceship, and was carried onto a lifeboat by the ambulancemen who rushed over.Hero followed them in and saw the dying wounded being put into the medical cabin.

The cold disinfectant spray washed away the black dust from his body, revealing the crimson neo-Nazi uniform on the man's body. His long chestnut hair was burnt. When he got up and tried to grab something, the mottled scratches on his arms were still clearly visible.

Suddenly, the cabin door opened automatically, and a man who looked like a military doctor walked in from the door.

He was wearing a protective glass visor, but Khloe still knew who it was.

He lowered his head to look at the people in the medical cabin, and suddenly held his hand that was fumbling in the void.

"It's me. Isaiah Lucas... hold me up."

In an instant, the eyes of the dying man burst into a fiery light: "Ai Ling...is that you, Ai Ling? You...Why are you here?"

"After the war broke out, I was stranded in Germany. Because I was researching bionic technology, I was forcibly incorporated into the army. Now I am the logistics staff of the Seventh Detachment, responsible for rescue work."

Ai Ling closed the cover of the medical hatch, but the people inside still refused to let go of his hand.

He looked down at him hesitantly, finally bent down, lifted the mask on his face, and kissed the other party's lips comfortingly, his light golden eyelashes were like feathers falling softly: "What's the problem, wait for you to wake up Ask again, and I'll always be here."

Isaiah closed his eyes contentedly, and had the most beautiful dream in his life, unaware that it was a cold lie.

Already vaguely anticipating what would happen, Herlo couldn't help but feel chills all over his body.

He watched Eileen hack into the search and rescue ship's systems from the medical terminal, detonate it in the air, and then fly back to the neo-Nazi headquarters in the lifeboat with an unconscious Isaiah, disguised as a brave and rescued neo-Nazi army. Survivor of the son of President Lucas, the leader behind the scenes.

Since then, Ai Ling has become Isaiah's confidant.They are almost inseparable, like a pair of true lovers, the evil fruit fermented quietly in the lies, but the meandering and gorgeous flowers bloomed.

So when it was withered and dilapidated, it was so tragic that it was soul-stirring.

Crystal lamps sprinkled over the gorgeous banquet hall, and neo-Nazi soldiers dressed in neat and elegant suits and dresses embraced each other and danced vigorously. Among them, Herlo saw the figures of Ailing and Isaiah.Their postures are both lingering and duel. Between light and shadow, they transform into angels and demons fighting inseparably on the mural.That scene was actually moving.

If he hadn't learned what happened to Ai Ling from Isaiah's few words, Hero felt that he might have been moved by the scene in front of him.

But at this moment, where he is and why he saw these things are what he cares most about.

Helo looked around, inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the crowd, and was startled suddenly—a man with the appearance of a neo-Nazi officer was holding a female soldier's hand and dancing.

That turned out to be Sayero.