What's wrong with stealing some of your yang energy!

What is it like to meet someone who is exactly like you?

Bai Ling felt that he could go to "Thank you for the invitation".

Like looking in a mirror, in this absurd endless dream, it seems that nothing strange will happen again.

The heavy gold-embroidered white satin curtains are slowly blown into soft roundness by the wind, like a giant throwing its big hands on the window, trying to look at what happened in the ward.The force of the wind was actually very strong, but the curtain was too thick to block the attack.

And the young man on the hospital bed, after glancing at him indifferently, as if the visitor was just an unsurprising visitor, he got out of bed gently, went to close the window, stepped on the wool carpet with clean feet, and sank deep into the soft bed. shadow.

Bai Ling was at a loss.

What should he say, or do?Who is the boy?

This place is actually a dream, I will wake up in a while, and then listen to the giant fox mocking him for being deceived by the dream...Fox, what are you talking about!

But the tip of his tongue was normal, as if the existence of the giant fox before was just his wishful thinking.

The window slammed shut.

Perhaps due to psychological effects, the air suddenly became much hotter. Bai Ling uncomfortably tugged at the collar of his sweater, and met the boy's calm eyes.

"You came."

He finally spoke.

His tone of voice is no different from Bai Ling's, it is the noble, arrogant and gentle voice of a young man, like a lord looking down on the prey that invaded his territory, but no matter what, it is not disgusting, as if he should have So revered and adored.

It was eerie to hear a voice I didn't know very well coming from another mouth.

"Aren't you... surprised to see me?"

"What's so surprising?"

The boy turned around and sat down on the sofa at the other end of the ward, crossed his legs, rested his hands on the armrests leisurely, and knocked repeatedly.

This kind of self-confidence in controlling everything and the arrogance of looking down on everything is something Bai Ling has never had before.

But it doesn't feel strange.

The young man nodded, motioning for Bai Ling to come and sit down opposite him, and Bai Ling mysteriously followed.

"I knew you would come to me," the boy smiled softly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Ah?" Bai Ling was taken aback, "I didn't come to look for you. To be precise, I entered here by mistake, by mistake..."

"I also know what you are thinking," the young man interrupted him, "You think this is a hallucination, a memory, or a reenactment of history...I can tell you, it is. But, if you understand this as 'Once upon a time', you may understand better what I'm talking about."

The boy's black and white eyes were shining brightly in the shadows.When he is staring at people so intently, it is difficult for you to escape from his gaze.

He said: "What I say next is very important. If you come to see me, a new blood child must have been born..."

His curled and long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he turned his head to look at the window.

I don't know what time it is outside, the drowsy daylight shines through the curtains, pale and feeble.

"There should be 'he' by your side."

"Who?" Bai Ling's heart trembled, "You may not know my origin, I don't have any memory, I always thought I was a ghost... Who am I?"

The boy avoided answering: "It doesn't matter who you are, what matters is what you do."

The boy suddenly took his hand.

Those hands are not as cold as Bai Ling, but hot as a furnace, the temperature will burn Bai Ling.

"Kill him," said the boy, "kill the new blood boy."

Bai Ling's mind was in turmoil, and the overheated temperature was going to completely burn out his sanity. He watched the young man's mouth open and close, and his mind was buzzing: "We will help you. You just have to do it... Only you can do it. Take %￥#@... back!"

"Who will help me?" Bai Ling murmured, "Who do you know around me?"

The door was slammed.

One sound overshadowed the other, accompanied by the man's vicious insults.

The young man's face was cold, he raised his hand lightly, and the door opened, and a group of heavily armed Soviet soldiers rushed in, with their black guns aimed at the young man.They shouted warnings, but the loud voices could not hide their fear. Bai Ling guessed that it was nothing more than "don't move", but the corners of the young man's mouth curled up in disdain, and the blood in his black and white eyes instantly flowed, like thousands of lights flickering in the night sky , In the next second, the heads of the soldiers exploded.

The main artery lost its connection, and the bright red blood rushed out instantly, and then fell to the ground due to gravity in the air.The blood flowers were like bursting watermelons, and big and big flowers splashed on the black military uniform and the pure white wool carpet, abruptly adding color to the cold atmosphere of the room.

Bai Ling stared blankly at the young man: "You... what are they going to do?"

"I don't know," the young man spread his hands, "Maybe he wants to kill me."

Bai Ling couldn't speak for a long time. He felt that the young man's actions were wrong, and he also felt that his thoughts were too holy, so he panicked.

The smell of blood in the air was too strong, and the unbearable smell filled the nostrils after taking a breath, and the instigator was propping his chin indifferently, wondering what he was thinking.

The boy raised his hand again, and something even more incomprehensible happened. The blood splashed on the carpet and the wall gathered into a bunch like life, and like a confluence of rivers, it was divided into thousands of streams, flowing from the boy's mouth. , nose, eyes and other seven orifices to inhale!

Even the few drops of blood splashed on the ceiling were completely absorbed by the boy. The whole process happened in just a few seconds, and the ward returned to the drowsy twilight, and everything was pure and sorrowful white.

Bai Ling looked at the young man in disbelief, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, and he squeezed the armrest tightly as if looking for a backbone, so as not to lose strength all over his body.

"You, are you... a blood child?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of the boy's mouth, like teasing, or like a compassionate elder looking at a naughty child.

"I'm not," said the boy, "we are."

Bai Ling was shocked: "You..."

"It's not 'you', it's us," the boy interrupted. "There was never you and me. We are one..."

"Impossible!" Bai Ling roared angrily, "I don't care what you are, I have no memory of you at all, and I won't be as cruel as you and treat people like ants! Even if you are my relatives or something, I will never be like you either!"

"Cruel?" The young man sneered word by word, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, "I'm cruel? If I didn't make a move just now, how could you sit here and talk about 'cruelty'?"

Bai Ling gritted his teeth: "Don't change your concept secretly! Since you have the ability to...kill people like this, you must also be able to stun them or something. I have my own difficulties. It's true that they want to kill you, but they are only obeying the orders of their superiors. The reason why the machines... want to kill you should be because you are addicted to killing indiscriminately. There is a cause and an effect, if you are an ordinary person, how could they kill you!"

The young man looked at him fixedly, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was completely irritated by Bai Ling's words.

The swollen and rolling blood light was creepy, but Bai Ling didn't feel any fear, and he didn't want to be outdone, and he gave that gaze fiercely.

Bai Ling is not the Holy Mother. He knows what retaliation is. The young man may be miserable and helpless if he is imprisoned here, but there must be a reason for being imprisoned here.

The soldier who rescued him just now was supposed to be a member of the Blood Boy Sect, or even a "dead soldier" lurking in the army after training: who would casually kill someone whose interests have nothing to do with it?People are selfish.

At the end, the boy suddenly laughed.He laughed loudly, the gloomy boyish voice showed a rare clarity because of his good mood, Bai Ling who laughed was inexplicable.

"You are really a child." He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes melancholy, "Only children...can distinguish right from wrong so clearly. As everyone knows, how can there be clear good and bad in everything in the world? ?”

Bai Ling thought that he was going to distort the facts again, so he didn't agree, but he heard the boy say, "This is a hospital, you know that?"

Seeing that Bai Ling nodded reluctantly, the boy continued: "Do you know what the children of Japanese and German prisoners of war who are sent to the hospital will go through? There is no medicine, no medical treatment, and they are directly thrown into room 100, resigned to their fate. Fate is hard, carry The past is over, and a darker and more tragic life as a miner is waiting for him. If he is unlucky, he will be infected and die directly, and the ashes are only a cloth bag."

Bai Ling's heart trembled: "Room 100 is the big ward at the end of the first floor?"

The young man glanced at him: "It seems that you have gone to see it. So, I rescued these children, drove them to work hard, and killed the doctors and nurses who bullied them and abused them. Isn't it a good thing I did?"

Combined with the conversations between doctors and nurses that Bai Ling personally heard, he understood [-]% to [-]% of what happened in this hospital.He was very touched in his heart, but...

Bai Ling shook his head sadly: "It's a good deed, but you did something wrong. What's the use of killing doctors and nurses if you want to save the child? If the child's situation is not acquiesced by the government, how dare the doctors and nurses do this? You can expose this This incident will lead the public opinion to resist."

"You don't understand anything at all," the young man shook his head ridiculously, "You don't understand anything."

"I don't understand anything. Then, what happened after you killed the doctors and nurses? Did the children have a better life? They ended up wandering in the society, with no destination, no hope, working until their bodies collapsed. Or, directly Death is in your hands..."

Bai Ling couldn't help choking up: "You didn't save them at all. No. They just moved from one hell to another..."

Space collapsed.

The compassionate angel sculpture on the ceiling is weeping with blood in both eyes. The blood tears meander along the marble-colored wallpaper, scorching marks escape along the road, and the four walls crack and collapse in flakes.The soft wool carpet under his feet collapsed into points, and Bai Ling couldn't stand upright, barely grabbing the handle of the sofa so as not to be swallowed up in the void.

The boy's figure is vaguely visible in the distorted and collapsing space, and Bai Ling sees the blazing fire on the other side in those calm eyes...

The fire is dazzling and beautiful, and the tongue of fire engulfs the darkness like the light of blood.

At some point, the door of the ward opened, and a boy of twelve or three came in, who was one of the triplets on the second floor.

"It's time to see off the guests."

"Don't come here," Bai Ling warned them with difficulty, "stay away from us... where are your brothers?"

"My brother?" One of the triplets tilted his head expressionlessly, "I don't have a brother. I've always been me and myself..."

Bai Ling's consciousness was fuzzy at the moment, and it was difficult to distinguish any more.

A young woman walked out from behind one of the triplets. She was very elegant and dignified, wearing a sky-blue cheongsam after rain, with her hair tied in a gentle bun behind her head.But she was wrapped in a thick black mist, and following her steps, the black mist rushed into the room at an extremely fast speed, covering everything in unknown fear...

This was the last picture Bai Ling saw.

In a trance, Bai Ling felt a pain in his heart, and Ji Ling sat up.

"It's really useful." Li Xuewen breathed a sigh of relief, "The old method still works."

A big hand firmly supported his back, supporting him to sit up.Bai Ling's tongue itched again, and he cursed the giant fox in his heart to no avail: "Where did you go, you actually abandoned me. I'll settle the score with you when I go back."

They were still in the hall on the first floor, perhaps to take care of him, sitting against the wall.Xie Chongsen's coat was under Bai Ling's body, and the floor was covered with dust. He tried to stand up embarrassedly, but was pushed down by Xie Chongsen again.

"Don't be a villain and sue first, little friend, you suddenly disappeared after going upstairs," Sister She looked at him teasingly, "We searched for you three times, and made Xiao Chong anxious."

Bai Ling looked at the worried man, showing an embarrassed smile: "Upstairs? I can't remember. Did you find anything?"

"Don't mention it," Li Xuewen became angry when he mentioned it, "It's a bunch of disgusting people."

The light was dim, and Bai Ling could see the clothes of the three of them clearly from the corner of the flashlight. They couldn't be said to be in a mess, but they were also messy and muddy.Li Xuewen was wearing a light khaki coat, and the large smears were even more dazzling. Under the weak light, it was like a large ball of ink thrown by a brush, and when the angle changed, there was a faint glint of blood.

Seeing Bai Ling staring at him, Li Xuewen curled her lips indifferently: "It's just a group of mud monsters, they jump on everyone they see, and they probably haven't eaten in 800 years. I think they are raising this housekeeper, and they will attack people who don't smell like blood." people...but they almost want to deal with us."

Bai Ling lowered his eyes: "What kind of person was Mrs. Hu when she was young?"

He asked this question abruptly, Sister She looked at him unexpectedly, and answered him: "Very elegant mistress of the family. If you don't get close to her, it will be difficult to get in touch with her dignified and gentle appearance, but the cold real me ...In fact, it was the same in her later years, but Cihe concealed her sharpness more. There are different praises and criticisms for her dictatorship, but for me, she is a very respectable elder."

Such an image gradually coincides with the image of the woman in cheongsam that Bai Ling glimpsed before waking up.

The cold light she raised her eyes was looking at a dead person.

Bai Ling shivered suddenly.

Sister She couldn't help asking: "Why did you suddenly think of asking this? What did you see?"

Bai Ling avoided answering, and asked softly, "May I ask a question that is a little bit transgressive?"

Sister She and Xie Chongsen looked at each other and became serious.Xie Chongsen said gently, "Say it."

"You said before that the Blood Children's Sect was killed by several big masters in the Tao more than ten years ago. There are also rumors that the Blood Children's Sect was developed by the Chumaxian faction... Then, Mrs. Hu participated in it back then. Do you want to kill the blood boy?"

This question was abrupt and sharp, and it hit the sensitive part of the Chumaxian School, and Sister She couldn't help but change her expression.

But she also knew that in the current situation, it would be a guilty conscience to conceal it.

She was silent for a long time, and finally spoke out: "Grandma Hu did not participate. On the contrary, under her strict order, no one in the Hu family was allowed to participate in the extermination of blood children. Clearing up the relationship between myself and the blood boy, Mrs. Hu's move made the Hu family stand in the limelight, and the Hu family had a very difficult time at that time."

"Do you know the reason?" Bai Ling asked tightly, "There must be a reason for everything..."

"I don't know," Sister She smiled wryly. "I was still an apprentice at the time, and I followed my father all over the place. Now that I think about it, I'm also trying to avoid the limelight."

The thread was broken again.

Bai Ling paused for a moment, and took the opportunity to ask: "Brother Xuewen, what did you mean last time when you said that the next generation of blood children will be born at least 12 years ago?"

Li Xuewen explained: "As mentioned before, blood children are not a kind of creature, but a 'type' of creatures. They are the embodiment of 'evil', born to take pleasure in killing, and run counter to the Dao of compassion.

"There is no specific concept of what kind of 'category', but according to the past laws, the blood child is more like the 'queen' among ants, and the 'worker ants' taught by the blood manipulation blood child work for them to find food; After the death of a generation of blood children, the next one with the qualifications of blood children has a probability to become a new blood child; if the current blood child does not fall, even if the next generation of blood children has already been born, it will not really evolve into a blood child.

"The general maturity cycle of new blood children is 30 to 100 years. If qualified people are not born for a long time, there will be a 'peace and prosperity' in history books. The latest records show that there were nearly No blood child was born in 2000."

"The last time blood children were killed was around the millennium," Sister She added, "so at the earliest, it will take more than ten years for blood children to be born. Of course, if the maturity period of new blood children is really the shortest 30 years .”

Her last words were afraid of everyone, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while.

In fact, there is another possibility. Sister She has no famous words to say, but everyone can imagine it, but she is just deceiving herself... Maybe the blood boy who was killed in the millennium did not die at all.