nebula story

... No one can describe Andy's shock at this moment.

dementia? !

Unable to bear the excitement in his heart any longer, he rushed over quickly!Crouching down in a hurry, he firmly held Chesu's shoulder and shook it vigorously: "What did they say?! You...you..."

Suddenly shivering, he stared blankly at the pair of unusually familiar and yet extremely strange eyes in front of him.

Still black as jade, still clean and transparent.But compared to the pair of eyes he was familiar with, there was something more obvious.Dazed, flinching, a little timid.

It seems to be looking at him, and it seems to be looking through his face, looking at some unknown place, staring at the place without focus.

"Xiao Su, it's me. I'm...Master Andy." Andy said softly, looking into those lifeless eyes, feeling more and more panicked.

The focus of Chesu's eyes finally fell on his face.There was no reaction, his delicate brows were just so flat, not even a slight frown.

It was a completely unfamiliar look, dazed with a bit of timidity, confused and hesitant when looking at people, no longer the warm smile when facing Andy in the past, let alone the occasional mischievousness in the past.

"He has dementia, which is very serious." The prison guard beside him reminded him kindly.

The whole body trembled slightly, and Andy squatted there blankly.Before coming here, I thought about any bloody and tragic scenes, but what I didn't expect was that everything in front of me was more horrifying than any result.

...they made him like this.Did the beating to the head lead to dementia, or was it some kind of drug that was brutally injected?The blood in his whole body seemed to be cold, and Andy's teeth were chattering with fear and pain.

There was no longer the panting little servant who followed behind him to help carry the schoolbag, and there would no longer be Chesu who was biting the holder of the pen and helping him with perfect homework and reports with a smile.In the arena, tens of thousands of eyes stared at the front and shined brightly, and the brilliant attack in the imperial military parade... there will be no more.

His vision gradually blurred, and Andy took out a flaxen handkerchief from his chest pocket with trembling hands, and gently wiped away the blood foam at the corner of Chesu's mouth.

The thin face was covered with water stains, and the beautiful lips were quickly wiped clean by Andy.Without stopping, Andy continued to help the unresponsive Chesu wipe away the blood on his neck.

Little by little, slowly and gently.Completely uncontrollable sadness rushed in his heart, and Andy's tears fell drop by drop, dripping on the back of his hand.

Forgetting that the person in front of him is just a federal spy who deserved his crimes, forgetting the prison he brought to him, and forgetting that now he should avoid suspicion so as not to get caught up in the fire. Andy's choking sound gradually became louder. Echoed gently.

It wasn't until the piece of high-grade silk handkerchief was covered with startling bloodstains that there was no more clean place, then he slowly stopped, stood up staggeringly and backed away.

...It seems that there is only so much he can do.

A few steps away, His Royal Highness the Third Prince, who was as handsome as a god, watched silently, and never made a sound to stop him.The azure eyes are not just the color of water or something else, the shimmer is dazzling.

"Brother Huang... have you been here?" He asked softly.

The warden responded respectfully: "Returning to Your Highness, Your Majesty has not been here in person, but in the first few days before the prisoner was sent, a lot of imperial doctors were sent to make a diagnosis, and batch after batch were changed."

Listening in silence, His Royal Highness Lance's eyes were deep.

He had read those reports, the brain and psychiatry experts took turns to diagnose, and they all came to the same conclusion!He clearly remembered the fury of his royal brother Fern at that time, and he also clearly remembered those medical certificates that were torn to pieces and fell like snowflakes.

He kept looking at the federal prisoner not far away, and after a long time, His Royal Highness Lance continued to ask: "Is there any other order, brother?"

"No, it has always been Mr. Wood, the head of the royal guard, who conveyed the emperor's orders." Scratching his bald head in embarrassment, the warden only felt that his hair loss had become more serious recently-the words of the head of the guard were often vague and contradictory. The feeling of walking on eggshells all the time is really uncomfortable!

Looking at His Highness Lance, the warden asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, this prisoner is not in good health, and he often has a fever recently. If he doesn't get treated..."

Looking at him fixedly, His Royal Highness Lance said: "What's going on?"

"His Majesty sent brain and psychiatric doctors. In fact, the prisoner's physical condition is very bad." The fingers are crippled, and the pathological changes in the lungs are very serious."

"I know, he had acute pneumonia before." Lance said coldly.

"No, no, it's not as simple as pneumonia." The warden shook his head affirmatively, "The prison doctor said that his lungs have interstitial fibrosis, which seems to have been corroded by some harmful substances. Without treatment, he will suffer from chest tightness and shortness of breath." It's mild, and it can lead to heart failure and respiratory failure in severe cases—as you can see, that's why he coughed up blood just now."

Listening blankly, Andy became more and more puzzled.According to the tone of the prison warden, this kind of injury was not caused by the punishment of the empire?

Pointing to Chesu who was holding his knees motionless in the corner, the warden was a little embarrassed: "We dare not give him medicine without authorization, but Mrs. Wood has ordered us to never let this person die. Your Highness, can you Ask His Majesty the Emperor for a letter of approval, should you watch him go on like this, or..."

"Go down." Staring at Chesu, His Highness Lance waved his hand.

Backing away respectfully and silently, the warden led the guards and Andy out of the cell door, leaving Lance alone.

Hearing that the room had returned to deathly silence, the young royal family, who had always looked indifferent, slowly bent down.

Stretching out his hand to pick up the face of the federal spy in the corner, his blue eyes were filled with complex emotions that had not been revealed just now.

Passively raising his head, Chesu looked at him blankly.In those beautiful eyes that smiled and looked at him many times, there was only the strangeness that made Lance's heart ache suddenly.

"I don't know what to do with you, Chesu." The eyes of the young royal family gradually had a gleam, the hatred accumulated along the way, the anger accumulated over the past few months, disappeared at this moment, and could no longer be condensed.

"No matter how much you have deceived me and my brother, I think you have already received punishment and retribution." He whispered, his voice trembling slightly, "...I have thought about it for many days, but there is still no way to really hate you. "

He gently lifted Chesu's face with his fingertips, as if trying to find a little shadow of the past from the corners of the eyes and brows.But he didn't find it. It seemed to be a body without a soul, or in that body, there was an indifferent and cruel alien creature arrogantly occupying the magpie's nest, looking at it through those bright black eyes. Peep quietly outside.

His fingertips traced down Chesu's neck, and then across the half-open, wet gray striped prison clothes. Lance's eyes fell on the thin chest where the breast ribs had quietly emerged.

"Chesu, why?" Lance's soft voice gradually became louder, and he gently grabbed Chesu's hair, forcing him not to hide back, "I have always wanted to ask you something, and I will ask you again for Fan— But why didn't you even give me a chance to ask a question?"

Staring at Chesu's frightened and innocent eyes, Lance hit the wet ground with a fist!There was still the blood that Chesu coughed up in the water, and when he saw the faint blood, Lance suddenly let out a soft cry of pain.

After squatting on the icy ground for an unknown amount of time, His Royal Highness finally looked around in a daze.

Spacious, unobstructed cells with metal walls, simple toilets and washstands, rounded corners without edges.Welded to death on the small iron bed in another corner, a thin quilt was spread messily on it, and there were obvious patches of dark bloodstains on the four corners.

Straightening his slender and tall body, His Highness the Third Highness of the Empire concealed the pain in his eyes.Pulling Chesu up from the ground gently, he felt the unusually heavy shackles.Silently, with a little effort, he half-carried Chesu to the iron bed.

Wherever he looked, Lance saw that the chains of the pair of anklets were welded tightly without any gaps.Even though he was diagnosed with true dementia, the emperor still adopted the most primitive confinement, completely obliterating any chance for this federal spy to display his talents.

The rough and heavy handcuffs had worn down the ankles, and some less obvious blood stains and scars were faintly exposed in the iron rings.

Looking at the blood-stained ankle, in Lance's mind, a clear and detailed picture slowly unfolded.Under the dim light, the boy shook his bare white feet, and looked at them who broke into the scientific research room in astonishment; after dispelling his doubts, he leaned over with a smile, and personally helped the cautious boy on the opposite side put on his shoes, expressing with friendly kindness.

...an encounter that begins with deceit, a short but contrived friendship.

The tingling pain in his heart suddenly washed the shore like a tide, and Lance hung his head in pain.He could no longer stare at Chesu's dark eyes.

With trembling hands, he bowed his head and picked up the pair of gray cotton slippers from the iron bed, held Chesu's skinny bare ankle with one hand, and put it on gently with the other.

In the quiet cell, there was a touch of warmth and vague tranquility lingering.

The pair of bare feet under his hands dodged a little timidly at first, but soon stopped moving, and quietly let Lance play with them.Long black eyelashes flickered, Chesu raised his head in confusion, and faced Lance.

As if feeling the kindness in Lance's gentle movements, the dodge and timidity in Chesu's eyes just now have disappeared, just like Lance's past memories, Chesu's eyes at this moment are soft and shy, vaguely watching The gentle senior in the training building of the Royal Academy of Engineering.

"Chesu, goodbye." Lance's voice was soft and sad, "Don't worry, I will beg Brother Huang to kill you and give you a good time."

……

With heavy steps, when Master Andy returned to Hall Manor's home, his face was extremely ashen.The surrounding orange lights gave off a halo. Compared with the pale light source in the prison just now, it swayed the unique warmth of the family.

Holding the hot fresh milk in his hand, he threw his whole body on the big soft sofa, but the warm liquid flowing through his throat and the thick velvet cushion under his body did not make him feel warm.Curled blankly in the depths of the sofa, Andy hasn't said much, and even the Baroness's repeated questions didn't cheer him up.

It wasn't until the worried baroness finally left, and the servant standing in the distance who was ready to serve at any time also yawned, that he stood up in a daze, walked out of the hall, and came to the courtyard.

There are no lights on everywhere like in previous years. Hall Manor, like most noble manors, has strictly abided by the prohibition of extravagance issued by His Majesty the Emperor since the beginning of the war. Traces of frugality and simplicity can be seen everywhere in life. .

Standing in the dark courtyard for a while, Andy looked up at the starry night sky above his head.After being dazed for a while, he slowly walked towards the servant's room in the backyard.

The trees along the road grew much taller than when I was a child, and the dark shadows of the trees remained motionless in the windless night. The entire row of servants' rooms was even darker, and no servants dared to turn on the lights against the prohibition.

When he came to the last familiar simple room, Andy looked at the dilapidated wooden door.On it, the thin seal is still intact, showing the imprint of the Royal Gendarmerie's visit many days ago.

Today, this seal is meaningless.

Reaching out and gently peeling off the yellow seal, Andy pushed open the wooden door.

There was a "squeak", which was very clear in the quiet night.Andy pressed the switch by the door casually, and the extremely dim yellow light lit up the cabin, giving off a long-lost warmth.

Standing there in a daze, Andy looked at the vaguely familiar decoration.There are two small beds placed apart from each other, with messy bedding on them, and a pile of various books piled high beside the dilapidated wooden table.Simple wardrobe, a large tool box.It was all empty inside, nothing was left.

Sitting dully on one of the small beds, Andy stroked the familiar pattern of the bed sheet.The dark blue stripes have been washed too many times and have turned gray-blue. The bed sheets and quilts that are uniformly distributed in all the servants' rooms in Hall Manor have such stereotyped and unsightly stripes.

In Andy's mind, a picture from a long time ago vaguely appeared.I never felt that it was a special memory, but at this moment, it suddenly surfaced.

The simple wooden door was pushed open just like before, and the bright sunlight streamed in instantly, shining into the dark servant's room.The little black-haired boy was lying on the bed, in the golden sunlight, he looked up in surprise at himself who pushed the door in.

"Chesu, you idiot! What's the fun in reading those books you can't understand? Hurry up and get up for me. There is a barbecue party in the country manor of classmate Irene today!"

"Master, I'll be right here, wait for me!" The clumsy little servant reluctantly raised his head from the book, and jumped off the bed in a hurry.