Andorghini's Gift ABO

Heine has seen many deaths in her life—some easy, some difficult.Just as life is sometimes fragile and sometimes strong.

But generally speaking, when a person makes up his mind to die, as long as he chooses the right method, it should be easy to get the embrace of death.

Heine couldn't figure out why when she tried to do this, it always went so badly.

But one thing is clear: If a person chooses to commit suicide, he had better do it the first time.Otherwise things would be more troublesome than not having committed suicide.

Heine just came to Charon and was in such trouble.

He was chained to the bed the whole time.The robot pours nutrients down his throat and blood vessels, then disposes of his waste.

They play with him as if he were an object.

This reminded Heine of Brisac.Many times, when He Yin refused him, he would face a similar situation.If Brisac is pressed for time, he'll punch Heine straight away—which might be good, because people don't feel pain when they lose consciousness; Pu controlled the robots and knocked Heine down anywhere.

However, no matter at that time or at this time, these two things seemed to be no different to Heine.

And he must endure all this numbly, waiting for the end that will come at an unknown time.

It will always end.

Heine thought.It was the only thought that could comfort him.

Monitor Martha didn't show up again, but another younger monitor came to visit Heine.It was a very young beta-male named Claire, who was kind and full of unnecessary emotion, and seemed to be very familiar with working with prisoners.

We have to do this, he said to Heine, hoping you can understand.

Heine didn't answer.

The other party went on talking on his own, from explaining the preciousness of life to Hein, to telling the watchers' concerns and worries about him.When talking about excitement, he seems to be full of grievances for Heine's failure to cooperate with the work.

Finally, he said in a very sincere tone: "We gave you an inhibitor test and found that you are allergic to all the common omega inhibitors on the market. This is a very serious matter, and we have reported this matter , I hope the superiors can be especially helpful. You know, we care about everyone here...I just...I just don't understand one thing...Why didn't it appear on your medical file?"

"I have never encountered a situation that requires the use of inhibitors." Heine finally spoke slowly.

Claire reacted immediately: "You don't have to use inhibitors because you always have a partner? Oh, yes, I forgot about that. You don't always need that thing." He turned off the hover screen and stood up , the tone became much more relaxed: "I don't think lying here is good for your health. You will always be here in the future, and it is wiser to choose to adapt as soon as possible."

Claire leaves.

Heine closed her eyes.The only time he used inhibitors before was when he had just arrived in Anson.It was also at that time that he discovered that he was one of the very few allergic to inhibitors.Anson's physicians revived him.

When Anson worked, he did not use inhibitors.Physicians believe it was influenced by Queen Anson's reproductive cycle.The queen's consciousness and physical condition are closely related to all life on Anson's home galaxy, including Heine, who is an outsider.As long as the queen is not fertile, the Ansons there and other creatures with a similar genetic make-up cease their fertility-related cycles.

Anson is a wonderful country.Working there was a hard but nostalgic time.

But in any case, that is a thing of the past.

After Claire left, the restrictions on Heine were finally lifted.

The long restraint made it difficult for him to even raise his hand.In the end, he was lifted by the robot and sent back to the cell.

Heine was not sure if this room was the original one, because Fanny was not there, and he was the only one in the cell.When he entered, the glass curtain wall appeared immediately, ensuring that he could not leave this small space without authorization.

The room was neat and empty, and all the necessities of life looked clean and soft, including the walls, and even the drinking cups were made of gel.Heine looked at the cell across the corridor in a state of rigidity—the omegas looked as quiet as before, as if this was just a hotel or an office or something.

In some cells there was only one person, in others there were two.

He supported the wall and stood up, and slowly approached the glass curtain wall—there were many floors below their floor, and everything was in order, as was the case in every cell.

Heine glanced over one transparent cell after another, and finally he saw that person - Hu Po.

Amber was sitting alone on the bed in a certain cell, resting her chin in a daze.

Heine's eyes lingered on the young man for a moment.There is no doubt that the other party is an omega, but Heine is somewhat unable to judge the second gender of that person—whether it is voice or appearance, this person is so beautiful that it is unreal.And beauty has no gender.

Heine stared at him for a moment, then looked away.He looked at one cell after another, and suddenly realized that there was no old man here.

He thought that there was nothing in this world that could surprise him, but when a certain guess appeared, he still felt his heart slowly sinking.

Just as he lowered his head to think, the bell in the room rang softly.Fanny, distracted, walked in slowly.

Seeing Heine, she became dull for a moment: "Is it you?"

Heine hummed lightly.

Fanny sat down and said nothing more.Neither did Heine.There was a long silence in the room, and Fanny suddenly said, "Can you do me a favor?"

Heine turned around and said softly, "What's the matter?"

"Give me some points..." Fanny said with difficulty: "It doesn't need a lot, thirty points is fine. You just came here, and you will have an initial point... I will work for you, my handwork is good... ...I..." Her eyes were red: "I know it's very...I will pay you back, please..."

"Okay." He Yin said quietly: "Is thirty o'clock enough?"

"Yes..." Fanny said in a daze, "Thirty o'clock is enough..."

Heine opened her own terminal, and saw the account which was somewhat similar to the credit point account outside, but with a much simpler interface.That's one hundred points.He connected Fanny's terminal and transferred the points.

Fanny wiped her eyes, and soon there were footsteps outside the cell.The glass curtain wall opened, and Lang walked in.

He glanced at Hein, and said in a business-like tone: "We have reported your special situation. The alternative plan is under negotiation, and you will be notified later."

Heine nodded indifferently.

Lange looked away and said to Fanny: "Unfortunately, you don't have enough points this month. So..."

"Enough!" Fanny hastily opened her terminal.

Lange looked at her floating screen with a surprised expression.He glanced at Heine, and then said to Fanny, "It's just enough."

As soon as the words fell, a soft music sounded in the room, and a sweet voice said: "During working hours, please leave the room temporarily."

All the glass curtain walls are slowly opened.

The Omegas put down what they were doing one after another, looked up and walked out of the cell.

Lange returned to his business-like state, and said to them: "Okay, don't dawdle, it's time to go."

Lange left, and Fanny graciously helped Heine, who was still a little sluggish, and walked outside.

The so-called work room is a place similar to a large activity room. The big black table is neatly arranged, filling all the space, and all kinds of threads are piled on it.Fanny turned on the lamp under the table, and a colorful stereoscopic projection immediately appeared on the table—it was a butterfly.

Heine observed carefully, only to realize that the projection was composed of tiny braided buttons.

"Our job is to weave it." Fanny explained: "There is a blueprint, just follow it." Seeing Heine's expression, she explained: "It sounds like a job for a machine, right? But it can't be helped, it's ours now. Handcrafted items seem to be popular in some places, because they sound higher than robotic ones..." She shook her head, and sat down to work.

Fanny wasn't lying, she was skilled and fast.Doing what she's good at seems to have settled her a lot, and she's regained some of her original talkativeness.

The workplace is not very quiet, and sometimes some quarrels break out suddenly.

Fanny whispered to Heine amidst the quarrel: "Did you see that man? The man with the chestnut hair?"

Heine raised her head among the countless thin lines of different colors, and followed her gaze.

A chestnut-haired omega was crying, and the omega in his group seemed annoyed.

"His name is Allen, and he is the wife of a certain congressman." Fanny whispered: "He just came here not long ago, and he always messed up everything. He was sent here by his husband's brother. I heard that Killed the husband with his lover, but the lover ran away, leaving only him... and the tall, thin-eyed man, Gray Horn, who used to be a pharmacist. I cheated a lot of money to come here..."

Fanny quietly introduced the people here to Heine.

Heine thanked her for her kindness, but she didn't listen too carefully.He casually said, "So what about you?

Fanny paused and said vaguely, "Selling illegal drugs."

Heine didn't ask any more questions.It was Fanny's freedom to tell the truth.

"That's Amber." Fanny suddenly lowered her voice, "I think he's a lunatic."

Heine raised her head and saw several people around Amber, who seemed to be quite popular.As Warden Martha paced among them, Amber stopped as she passed.

Amber raised her head and showed a very charming smile, just like he smiled at Heine that day.

"He or she?" Heine asked.

Fanny shook her head: "I don't know. But he looks really weird. I'm a little afraid of him. People around him seem to be particularly easy to die."

Heine didn't comment.Just when he was about to look away, Amber's gaze swept towards Heine.

Meeting Heine's eyes, he tilted his head.

That expression was very innocent, but it made Hein feel a little strange.He looked at Amber's eyes, and for some reason, he thought of the animal pupils in the dark night.