With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

Solemn and sacred icons and transparent glass windows adorn the pure white church.

"Is that so?"

"wrong."

"That's it?"

"...Why don't you try adding some water to dilute it."

The two teenagers, one black and one white, gathered together, and started to work on the white bench next to it, which was filled with various medicines with strange shapes. , the dark green potion that was about to solidify into a solid...exploded.

"Bam—"

"Wow..."

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and threw it out in time.

Lying under the front steps facing the door of the church, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was randomly thrown on the ground by someone, hadn't opened his eyes before he heard a loud noise when he was barely conscious.

He opened his eyes with some difficulty, but was dazzled by the dazzling flower window on the top, he closed them again, and waited for a long time before opening them again.

church?

Zhong Yuanzhong also took the environment into his eyes first, and then noticed the two people who were close together not far ahead.

But obviously those two people didn't notice him.

As soon as Zhongyuan Zhongya started to do it, a medicine bottle flew over and hit him directly in the face, and he immediately got up to avoid it.

The pill bottle hit the ground and exploded... Fireworks?

Zhong Yuanzhong was also shocked.

The two people who were doing chemical experiments realized that he had woken up.

"Yeah, you're awake."

The white-haired boy smiled and turned his head and waved at him.

Zhong Yuan, who escaped the "attack", felt uncomfortable all over his body, but he soon realized that it was because he didn't know how long he had been lying on the cold floor, although he hadn't slept on the floor before. , but since he became a mafia, Mori Ogai has never treated them harshly in terms of money, and Nakahara also thinks that he has been extravagant for too long, and it feels uncomfortable to sleep on the floor.

He glanced at his arm, he didn't notice it for the first time just now, and now he realized that the exposed hand had returned to normal flesh color, but the movement was very slow, as if there was a delay in sensing the commands from his brain.

"...Why am I here?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also sure that they had treated the injury on his arm, but it was very strange...why did they save him.

"I don't know either." The white-haired boy looked at Fyodor beside him.

"...Well." Fyodor hesitated for a moment, and then said with a smile, "I'm missing a test drug."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "?"

He had already seen the bottles and cans on the white bench, which was comparable to a laboratory.

"I forgot to tell you, in order to erase Tasha's curse, I tried dozens of medicines to neutralize it." The white-haired boy easily said words that combined science and supernatural powers.

The arc of Fyodor's mouth widened a bit.

Only he knew that Shata's curse could not be lifted by these modern methods, and naturally it was his hands and feet.

But this does not prevent the boy from doing his best to the little white mouse Zhongya Zhongya.

He didn't stop it.

After all, he was very happy to see the boy having fun.

Nakahara Chuya: "During my coma..."

"Of course I used them all! Speaking of which, I managed to get them from the doctor... you must know that he is the most precious of these."

He shook the potion bottle in his hand.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he should die first.

"By the way, your personal belongings are being detained for the time being, and I'm afraid you won't be able to go back for a while." The boy then remembered something and said, "But if you want to fly back...you won't be stopped."

"Are you kidding..." Zhong Yuanzhong also blurted out and retorted.

"What the hell are you guys going to do?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also said that he is very irritable now, which is not enough. It is also false to say that he has no feelings at all.

He didn't think what he heard before he passed out was an auditory hallucination, but he also didn't believe that Mori Ogai would just send him out.

Then there are obviously other plans and deals.

But there is also resentment.

It's just that those two guys are far less enthusiastic about chatting with him than they are about fun potions.

"Fei Jia...if you add some water, it will look like the very nasty salad dressing you bought last time."

"Or you can try to spread it on a slice of bread to see how much difference it has in texture and appearance."

"Hmm...sounds like a good idea."

They had a great chat.

Zhongyuan Zhong also only wanted to escape from here.

Flying back... It seems that it is not impossible.

Zhong Yuanzhong also began to think about the possibility of flying back with supernatural powers.

These two guys didn't pay much attention to him at all...

What exactly do you want him to do?

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed silently.

After that, Zhong Yuanzhong also saw the priest of the church. He was an old man who looked very kind, with clear eyes and a kind smile.

People came to the church to pray one after another.

The vibe here is sacred and dignified.

Chuya Nakahara stood in the corner with his arms folded.

He watched the two boys, one black and one white, sitting peacefully on the white bench, and the priest looked at the face of the white-haired boy tenderly, and blessed him with beautiful words.

Even though he wasn't human, the white-haired boy was loved just like any other kid.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stayed here for several days.

He saw the blond girl with braids holding her husband and bringing a bouquet of white flowers to the white-haired boy.

Occasionally, the wind and snow stopped in the town, and the fountain on the square was finally repaired. Zhong Yuanzhong felt that this town was like a peaceful paradise amidst the splashing water.

Then he shook his head again.

What...what the hell is he doing here?

Fyodor temporarily bid farewell to the church because he had something to do, and Zhongyuan Zhong also watched the white-haired boy collapse into a liquid and write laziness on the bench.

"Hey, if you are so reluctant to part with him, go with him."

Zhong Yuanzhong did not understand their relationship and feelings.

"No way... Fei Jia will keep a notebook if I go."

He blinked, "Although Fedya looks harmless..."

Central Plains Chuya: Harmless, a ghost.

Those deep, dull eyes alone were scary enough, especially when the black-haired boy showed a smile that said he was going to make trouble.

The boy continued to slump into a big spread of cakes, and Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know how he was able to lie down like a boneless posture.

"I said...you have detained me here today, and you are not afraid of me running away, and you don't say what you want me to do..." Zhong Yuanzhong also sat on the bench on the other side of him.

"Well...Fei Jia must have made arrangements."

He didn't care much, and looked up at Zhongyuan Zhongye: "Maybe Fei Jia wants to sell you, and maybe use the money to renovate the church."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He sighed silently, at this moment he began to miss Yokohama.

Although... here is another kind of beauty, peace and tranquility.

But... he still missed Yokohama more.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stayed here for another half a month.

During this period, he even really thought that Mori Ogai had sold him out, without any hint or information, and no one came to him.

It's like he was really abandoned and traded out.

During this period, he gave all his Japanese skills to the white-haired boy, and the other party learned it very quickly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he had fallen.

It's really because the pace of this town is too slow, um, or people's adaptability is too strong... Zhongyuan Zhong also took the bread handed by the white-haired boy, and silently ate a mouthful.

So sweet...ah no...

Zhongyuan, who had all his documents confiscated and was unfamiliar with his place of birth, really had nowhere to go.

So even if the boy said "I'm going back... see you tomorrow." He couldn't leave.

And the white-haired boy left after feeding Chuya Nakahara.

……

laboratory.

From the surface, it seems that this is just an ordinary office building, and the laboratory is built on the top floor of this office building.

It's just that this building isn't too tall, and it stands in a bustling city that is much farther away from the town where the boy and Fyodor lived.

The laboratory is the highest authority for the boy, and he was greeted by someone as soon as he walked to the door.

"grown ups."

The person in white has a respectful tone.

"I told you not to shout like that." The young man passed him nimbly and entered the innermost floor of the laboratory.

"...I have indeed heard about Huang Ba's experiment on vomiting..."

"I have brought the experimental materials you want back to the border for you, and the rest... I need your supernatural power..."

The conversation is getting quieter.

The boy could easily tell that one was the doctor's voice... and the other was Fyodor.

"Doctor" is the main person in charge of the experimental project of the teenager, and also the main person in charge of the laboratory.

The teenager didn't know his name, so he just called him "doctor".

"Feja."

The boy just suppressed the doubts in his heart and greeted him naturally.

It sounded like I heard it just now...Huangba vomited.

He has an impression of this vocabulary.

I've heard doctors talk about it, but he's not interested.

Fyodor stopped talking and looked at him calmly, "You are here."

"After all, there is a routine inspection." He replied briskly, as if he was not at all curious about Fyodor appearing here.

"But... Why are you here, Fei Jia?"

He glanced at the doctor opposite Fyodor, who was a slightly older middle-aged man who looked ordinary.

Noticing the look in his eyes, the doctor narrowed his eyes gently and smiled.

Fyodor closed his cloak, "I just want to know more about you."

The boy hummed and ignored him.

He first went to see the man lying in the ice coffin... his "original body".

The white-haired man was lying quietly in the facility that separated him from the air. His white hair was scattered casually, and his expression was calm. He was the same as the rumored man who went berserk due to his ability and died in an extremely miserable state in the end. superior.

The genes and cells of the white-haired boy came from him. Their appearance can be said to be very similar, but the boy's appearance is more childish.

Compared with cloning, his existence is more like inheritance and sharing without blood relationship, linked by different abilities.

That's why he thought, is he the one who is alive?

"You're looking at him again."

Fyodor walked up to him at some point.

"In fact, sometimes I can't tell whether it's me or him standing, after all, our origin is the same." The young man said calmly, "According to the theory that supernatural powers are attached to the soul, my existence is to Hold the soul that bears him..."

"……how could be."

Fyodor interrupted him.

He stared at him with deep pupils.

"You obviously have something that is entirely yours."