[Tutorial] Butterfly Effect

Sylvia tilted her head slightly, as if looking suspiciously at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her.The cheeks that had lost their blood color had turned into a light red again, looking very bright and moving.The eyes that had lost their agility also became radiant, as if they had never suffered from any disease.

It wasn't until the moment when Prison Temple saw Sylvia that he understood what she wanted to do.At first, the ecstasy of finding Ah Qing settled down little by little, and a deep silence emerged in the gray-green eyes.At first I thought it was her, but it wasn't, only Sylvia could dress like this.Although the appearance is exactly the same, but between her brows there is the Plum Blossom Palace, which is Sylvia's symbol.

Not Lian Qing.Viola has long since disappeared.

"G...?" Sylvia hesitated for a while, looking at the man in front of her.She subconsciously glanced at the surrounding scene and frowned slightly.

This is Lian Rui's clinic.So why did G come here?Didn't they already make an agreement with Giotto, in order to prevent being implicated, they went their separate ways?She turned her head to look at the prison temple again, and pursed her lips.

"You're not G...you don't look the same."

Prison Temple froze for a moment, then turned its gaze to the leader standing beside him.The other party also looked back puzzledly and frowned.The hand on his side was quietly clenched, trembling slightly.There is no that woman here, and there is no Viola, only Sylvia.She wears a witness ring on her hand, confirming everything that happened before.

Connecting Sylvia with Shugo Yamazaki, all he can think of... is the doctor Lian Rui who disappeared inexplicably in his first life.It seems... they are one step too late.

The person in front of her was Sylvia, and her memory only stayed in the moment before she passed away.

"Who are you?" Sylvia sat up from the bed, slightly looking up at the man in front of her.

Prison Temple's arms trembled slightly, and he tightly held the pistol in his hand.His eyes were filled with shock and pain, which swept over like a tsunami, violently as if about to pour out.Although the person in front of him looked exactly like that woman, it was not her.

I haven't said that I'm sorry... I haven't had time to say that sentence of redemption.But that woman is no longer there, replaced by a strange first-generation witness.

"Sylvia...you finally woke up!" An ecstatic voice sounded from the door.The usual gentle voice was overflowing with excitement at this moment.

Prison Temple turned his head and looked at the man standing in the backlight of the door.His guess was absolutely right, the person who deliberately approached that stupid woman was Shugo Yamazaki.If it wasn't because of the leader's affirmation after being provoked, if it wasn't because he concluded that the woman was a betrayer, if it wasn't because he yelled at the woman to let her go, if it wasn't because...he let her go...

But he ended up doing nothing.

Lian Rui didn't care about the unexpected visitor, and there was only the reflection of Sylvia in her black eyes.He rushed to the bed, gently took Sylvia's hand and said, "Sylvia...you are finally back. I have been waiting for you for so long..."

"You bastard..." Prison Temple stretched out his hand and grabbed Lian Rui's collar fiercely, his eyes were filled with hysterical madness and hatred, the brimming green was like a tough emerald in the dark night.Anger and remorse permeated his eyes little by little, and finally poured away like a violent storm.

Prison Temple clenched his hands tightly into fists, his nails seemed to dig into the flesh of his palm.Before Lian Rui could react, he stretched out his hand and slapped Lian Rui's cheek hard.

The dull sound of hitting the flesh was intertwined with the sound of the storage shelf collapsing.Glass medicine bottles and jars smashed to the ground, shattered glass shards cracked on the cold ground, and the unbearable smell of formalin gradually permeated the small room.

The slippery liquid flowed out from the gap in the broken medicine bottle, followed the traces of the ground, and flowed to the feet, stained with wetness.The white pills were like disrupted chess pieces, corroded by the brown liquid, and the swollen specimens fell to the ground motionless, looking eerily strange.

Lian Rui slowly stood up from the collapsed storage shelf, bringing up a cloud of choking dust.He didn't seem to care about the other party's behavior, but just brushed the dust off his body indifferently.When he raised his head, the blood around his mouth slowly oozes out, and the corners of his mouth are swollen, making him look very embarrassed.

He bared his lips and smiled calmly, very pleased with himself.

"Lian Rui—" Sylvia seemed to be worried and ran over, carefully avoiding the sharp shards of glass on the ground, and supporting the unstable man.

"What are you doing... This is our home! If it's just for provoking trouble, please leave immediately! There is nothing worth your stay here!" Sylvia's starry eyes sank, and the brows that were originally gentle twitched. A little hard because of anger.Her bright red lips were drawn into a straight line, as if she was angry at these unexpected guests.

"I don't know why you guys look so much like my old friends, but even if you do, I won't forgive you for making trouble like this!"

Sylvia's reprimand made the prison temple's heart sink a little bit.

...He is... what did he see?

He saw her soul merged into the body of the woman in front of him.But the woman in front of him cared more about the safety of the culprit than him.Sylvia told them to leave, with anger and disgust in her eyes, as if she had seen the most disgusting thing.

Ah Gang was silent at the side, as if he didn't intend to step forward to obstruct it.After all, he was full of remorse, and after all calculations, he still failed to rescue Ah Qing in the end.The aura of the friends around him was terrifyingly low.As for the current situation, only the prison temple can save it.This is a matter between Yusi and Ah Qing, he is not qualified to intervene.

However, all this has become a foregone conclusion.

Prison Temple took a step forward slightly, the glass shards rattled on the ground and sank into the soles of the shoes.But he doesn't care about these things. The most difficult thing for him to accept now is that he obviously didn't say anything or do anything, but suddenly missed the most important thing.

"Hey, stupid woman... I'm the prison temple..." It was the first time that the steady and stable prison temple had such an uncontrollable voice in the past ten years. It was hoarse and seemed to be trembling with fear.

Of course he was afraid, because he didn't want to believe that it was too late.From the moment he knew that he was kept in the dark, the tide of regret surged in, eroding his heart little by little.He regretted that he drove that woman away, he regretted that he abandoned that woman just like that, he regretted that he was indifferent to seeing that woman cry when someone proposed to her, he regretted himself... for not being able to say what he wanted to say to her personally.

So he searched for useful information without sleep, hoping to find a way to save her as soon as possible.But now the woman who rushed here in a hurry, with the same face, let him go.

Sylvia looked at the man with an unpredictable expression in puzzlement, and lowered her eyebrows.She could see that the man in front of him who called himself "Prison Temple" had pain and remorse in his eyes, which she dared not look directly at.

She felt faintly familiar, but couldn't remember.Who is... when is it?

"Mr. Prison Temple, I don't know you... You should go quickly." Sylvia hesitated for a moment, and her eyes returned to the calm look.She raised her beautiful face, and issued the order to drive away the guest expressionlessly.

After all, Lian Rui by his side is more important than these uninvited guests who have never met before.

"Yeah... Now she is Sylvia. It's not the Lian Qing you know." Lian Rui wiped the blood from his mouth, and he felt a dull pain from the hot bursts.

"...how is it possible...what are you talking about..." Prison Temple's pupils suddenly dilated, he shook his head dully, stepped forward and grabbed Sylvia's wrist.His subconscious mind told him that the person in front of him was no longer the woman he knew.But he didn't want to believe it, and he couldn't believe it.

The false and the real are in a painful stalemate in the heart.

"What are you doing!" Sylvia brushed away Prison Temple's hand in pain, her delicate willow eyebrows were tightly frowned, and she looked at the man in front of her with dissatisfaction.

The shattered glass was crushed under the feet, making a crisp breaking sound.It's like a broken glass bottle, even if the disintegrated pieces are rebonded, it won't be as smooth and clear as before.

And so is the Prison Temple.He only felt the heart-piercing pain, and the countless glass shards on the ground, each of which seemed to reflect the past he had experienced.He wanted to say something to refute Sylvia's words, but he moved his Adam's apple, but found that he didn't know what to say.

So sad that even words can't express it.Did you kill Lian Rui?Sylvia will be sad.Isn't she sad because the woman is sad together in her body?But now, life and death...does it matter?So what if she died, would that woman stand in front of him again, gently tiptoe and hug him.

He opened his mouth, roaring like a wounded beast.The sight of Sylvia gently holding Lian Rui in front of her was like a sharp poisoned arrow piercing into her heart.But Sylvia looked at him with a strange and loathing expression with the same face as that woman.

Prison Temple suddenly felt that he could understand that woman wanted to clarify her sense of powerlessness when she came to Pengelie alone and helpless.He also had that strange and disgusted expression, the same as now.It was as if the last flexible reed on the edge of the cliff broke and fell into the bottomless abyss.

For the Prison Temple, which was caught in the hail of guns and bullets, and followed the leader to see the dark and rainy weather, physical pain was nothing.The wound bleeds, but as long as it is carefully treated and bandaged, it will slowly heal.But some things, once they are broken, even the tools that can be stitched can't be found, and there is no turning back.

Just like a flower that only blooms once in a lifetime, if you miss this short flowering period, you can only watch it wither and wither.The only thing is to keep the momentary brilliance and beauty in my heart, and then use my whole life to pay homage to it.

He moved his Adam's apple, and suddenly choked up when he spoke: "Ah Qing..."

I have always called her "that woman" and "stupid woman", but now I want to call her by her name.

He felt that he had nowhere to go except calling her name.It's not that he's in a desperate situation of failed negotiations, nor is it that life and death are hanging by a thread in the mission, but he now feels that compared to these, his current mood makes him feel more hopeless and powerless.

Even though she can't hear it anymore.

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It feels like the sadistic 590 that everyone loves to see. . .