biochemical corpse

The black walls glow with white light, and simple and bright chandeliers hang overhead.

A majestic voice sounded from above, and the brown-haired man stood there with an unnatural expression on his face.

"Leon..."

"I think you need to explain why this mission failed completely."

Leon, who had just walked out of the hospital, didn't seem to be in a very good condition. He couldn't remember the details after the plane exploded and escaped that day. The only thing he knew was...he survived.

"The opponent's combat power exceeds the budget estimate," Leon's voice was flat, but a little magnetic, "and the data provided is not enough, Tang Chu—I mean, the modified body is not as simple as we imagined."

"...Leon." The man who couldn't see his face from the upper seat spoke slowly again, "You are trained, you should know that an agent shouldn't make so many excuses after failing to complete the mission."

"Yes."

"You are ready to continue your mission. You have to know that once this dangerous modified body spreads the mutant virus, then——I think the situation we need to control will not be just like this."

Leon's silver eyes flickered slightly, as if there was some emotion jumping over there, but he couldn't grasp it, he only vaguely felt that what he was going to do was not in line with his thoughts.

but--

He needs to.

Leon pushed open the door and walked out, the glare of the sun swept over, as if something was gently touching his face, but he couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

-

Cross was temporarily locked up.

But even with the iron chains around his body, when he sat quietly in the prison, he didn't give anyone the feeling that he was a prisoner.

His eyes were too clean and clear, even though some complex emotions were slightly suppressed there, it still wouldn't make people think that he was a bad person.

This situation is the complete opposite of Chris.

Chris was the only person in the entire prison who hadn't seen Cross go berserk. At that time, he only heard a loud noise coming from outside the room, but he didn't know what happened.

So when he saw Cross being crushed and sent to his own prison, he was still surprised.

He really couldn't think of what this seemingly quiet person did to blame others to become like this.

He tried to communicate with Cross, but the man kept his head down and said nothing, and Chris's patience was not as good as he showed. In the end, he simply sat aside and ignored the possibility that he could escape from prison with himself. "companion".

But at night, people finally came.

It's Tang Chu.

With dinner for two in his hand, he went straight to the prison and handed the dinner plate in.

Chris reached out to take it, but Cross, who had been sitting next to him, didn't seem to notice it at all, and there was no movement at all.

Tang Chu's eyes were slightly darkened, and he suddenly stretched out his hand - in his hand was a silver key, which made a crisp click when it was inserted into the lock.Chris reacted almost the same second he heard it, but because of the aura around Tang Chu, he didn't move.

Tang Chu went straight to Cross, and when he was about to meet Cross, he suddenly turned his head and spoke to Chris who was still standing aside.

"You, go out first, come in after a while."

"--ah?……"

Chris obviously didn't expect Tang Chu to say these words, and then he pushed open the door and walked out without hesitation.

So only Tang Chu and Kloss were left in the cage.

Tang Chu stood on the spot and took a breath, trying to keep his gaze calm.

"Then I think we can continue the previous topic?" Tang Chu looked directly at Kloss, as if there was a faint fire in his eyes.

Cross lowered his head, his fingers suddenly curled up, and he spoke slowly, speaking his first words after entering the cage.

"Tang Chu, do you believe in religion?"

"……Do not believe."

"But what should we do?" Kloss raised his head and looked at Tang Chu, his eyes moved slightly, "I believe it."

"—Oh, would anyone really believe that kind of fictional thing? It's not as good as to put the goal of life on such illusory things—"

"Tang Chu!" Kloss's tone suddenly became serious, "But I believe it."

"And then?" Tang Chu simply sat across from him with her chest folded, and waited quietly for Kloss to continue.

"I can't accept myself."

Kloss closed his eyes, moved his lips and wanted to continue: "I want to try to accept, I want to tell myself that the truth may not be as bad as I imagined, but—Tang Chu, you also saw it today, I killed people and even said I never knew when I'd turn into that manic state! Unless—unless you've been around, but... that's unrealistic, isn't it?"

Cross pouted with self-mockery: "Tang Chu, sometimes I even think that I will become a zombie, that's fine, at least now I don't need to be so frightened."

"I'm sorry." Tang Chu lowered his head suddenly, sighed softly, his eyebrows twitched, "I shouldn't have bitten you back then, and I shouldn't have thought you were dead when Isaac wanted to take you away Instead of saving you."

"Kill me, I mean it." Cross looked up at Tang Chu, "What you should really be sorry for is that you didn't do it the first time I asked you to kill me."

"Cross," Tang Chu said lazily, with his hands in his pockets, looking very idle, "If I remember correctly, you were a soldier, right?"

"……Yes."

"Then, obedience to the superior is an iron order that you must abide by, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"So, do you think I can be your superior now? The superior who controls your life and death?"

"..." Kloss looked at Tang Chu complicatedly, and then hesitatingly spoke for a long time.

"Yes."

"Okay, then this is my latest order." Tang Chu took the dinner plate that Kloss put aside before, pushed it in front of him, and then said word by word: "Then my latest order is, Eat it, and—”

"Live."

"..." Kloss's eyebrows trembled suddenly. He hardly knew what it was like at this moment. He wanted to see Tang Chu's face, but the face of the Asian young man was still calm, as if he hadn't said anything just now. over average.

An inexplicable emotion almost controlled his whole body, and Cross suddenly spoke in a strange way.

"Tang Chu - have you ever liked me?"

Hearing such a question this time, Tang Chu didn't seem to be surprised at all. He just maintained his previous posture and spoke casually.

"Until you tell all the things you have been hiding from me, there is no answer to this question."

"...What do you think I'm still hiding from you?"

"...Well..." Tang Chu touched his chin, "There are really many things to say, for example——you were in the Parasol Company at the time, and you should be in a state of runaway when I met you, but I didn't bite you then, did I? How did you—after I've beaten you up, recognize me all of a sudden?"

Cross's expression froze slightly.

"Probably what makes me uncomfortable is this matter." Tang Chu said carelessly, not caring what Kloss's response would be, "You can tell me if you think it through, I don't mind waiting for you to speak up."

Tang Chu turned around and wanted to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Kloss!

A cold feeling came over, like a dead body.

"I...I like you..." Cross said again in a low voice, his tongue was a little tied.

Tang Chu turned his dark eyes, and his fine black eyebrows slowly raised.

After a few seconds, he spoke slowly.

"I know."

Cross let go of his hand, and the weight of the iron chain on his body hurt him all over.

-

When Tang Chu just came out of the prison, he saw Luther walking towards him in a hurry.

Luthor's face was covered with cold sweat, and he looked bewildered.

"What happened?"

"—Carlos he, he—"

"What's wrong with him?" Tang Chu's face also became ugly.

"he--"