Sara

Thank you for not wishing me longevity than epiphyllum.Special thoughts...

It was difficult for Yofasa to do two things at once, so Linshu didn't talk to him much along the way, lest Yofasa get distracted and get into a car accident.

He contacted Senna's people yesterday, and sure enough, as he expected, he didn't get any preferential treatment.

The rebel army is roughly divided into the radical faction headed by Sigmund and the moderate faction headed by Zemel. Sigmund advocated that "there is no future if you are greedy for stability" and "you will perish in silence if you don't explode in silence." Meier believes that it is necessary to proceed step by step, exert a subtle influence on it, reduce casualties and fights, and not make revolution for the sake of revolution. Changing the assassination of the emperor to hijacking the emperor is the result of Zemel's efforts.

Therefore, the older generation of Sigmund's side is mostly young people, but the new generation of Zemel's people are generally older.

Lambert, one of the leaders of the rebel army in Senna City, has just turned [-] this year. He is just at the age of making big plans. He has disliked Zemel for a long time, and naturally he also dislikes Zemel's direct subordinate Linshu. He said that he would send someone over to fetch Linshu, but his attitude seemed to wish that Linshu would die soon.

"I'm hungry." At noon, Yofasa stopped the car and woke up the drowsy Linshu.

Linshu looked at him helplessly: "Sorry, I don't have the energy to cook for you right now."

"Aren't you hungry?" Yofasa asked.

"Of course..." Linshu touched his lower abdomen, thankful that the gun shot yesterday didn't hit his internal organs, otherwise he might have died a little faster.

"When will your companion come?" Jehophasa asked again.

Linshu's eyes flickered, and he let out a breath: "Maybe I won't come..."

"why?"

"The relationship is not very good..."

Yofasa couldn't understand: "People in Seine City don't have a good relationship with you, what about people in other places?"

"It's too far away, I feel that I might not be able to support them." Lin Shu shook his head, and suddenly smiled at Yofasa, "Will I be lucky enough to eat a meal cooked by His Majesty the Emperor himself before I die? "

"What does Nanshan mean?" Yofasa ignored his teasing, and asked an inexplicable question, "Is it a person with a short lifespan? Then I will change it to a longer one..."

"I wasn't cursed to death by you..." Linshu laughed, "Zacharias, do you have a fever too?"

Yofasa didn't have a fever, but his mind was confused. He thought that Linshu was going to die. He thought that he wished Linshu a long life than Nanshan, but he suddenly died. This Nanshan must be a short-lived ghost, otherwise how would Linshu die? so fast.

He didn't want to die in a hurry, but he was not a doctor, and he hadn't even read a few medical-related books. The scientific research projects he participated in were all weapon development, only killing people, not saving people.

"I'm going to cook for you."

Yofasa went to the kitchen, he took out a box of eggs from the refrigerator, and wanted to fry eggs for Linshu.

He usually watched Linshu cook, but cooking is not the same as driving. He relies too much on his senses. He can't feel how hot the oil is, or when to turn the fried egg. He messed up the cooking table. , broke seven or eight eggs, and finally fried a less battered one.

He sandwiched the egg between two slices of toast, sprinkled it with pepper, and deliberately put two small tomatoes on the plate.

Linshu couldn't help laughing and coughing when he saw this simple lunch, then he picked up the toast and stuffed it into his mouth, and bit down on the eggshell fragments, but he didn't mind eating them all.

His Majesty the Emperor was cooking for the first time in his life, and the food he made was really unpalatable.he thinks……

Yofasa sat aside and touched Linshu's hot forehead.

Undoubtedly, it would be very difficult for Linshu to support the city of Senna. The existing medicines could not cope with this situation, and some powerful medicines and stabilizers that might be useful were thrown into the river by Dylan.

He should have broken that kid's leg yesterday.

"Let's go, maybe my vitality is tenacious..." Linshu picked up a lock of Yofasa's hair and put it in his palm. His desire for life was not as strong as that of Yofasa, but he definitely didn't want to die if he could live.

Yofasha pulled out his hair, searched for a knife in silence, and when he returned to Linshu, he put the knife on his wrist, closed his eyes tightly and prepared to strike.

Lin Shu was so frightened by his sudden action that he snatched the knife from his hand on the spot: "What are you doing!"

Did Jehophasa fall in love with him and want to die in love?Is the brainwashing effect of soap operas so terrifying?

"The 257 batches of DF type A virus vaccine can indeed prevent and control the virus." Yofasa opened his eyes, and his scarlet pupils swept across the blade. "At that time, a total of 1000 vaccines were produced. The main raw material...is my blood."

Linshu remembered that he was talking about the vaccine accident Lydia experienced.

"Ingesting my body fluids, there is a certain probability that they will be assimilated by me. The assimilated individual will not be as vulnerable as me, but will be strengthened in some aspects." Yofasa explained, "If you are assimilated, this degree of injury It shouldn't be fatal."

What Yofasa said was concise, but the actual situation was much more complicated than what he said, but he didn't have time to explain it clearly to Linshu.

Lydia is an individual assimilated by the emperor. She is famous among the rebel army because of her strong character, excellent combat effectiveness and tenacious vitality. Excellent physique and ability will be related to the emperor.

Maybe both are related.

"A certain probability...how much is it?" Lin Shu asked holding a knife.

"The death rate is over 20% between the ages of 30 and 65," Yofasa said. "Those who survive may fail to assimilate."

Linshu smiled weakly: "So you asked me to choose a way to die?"

"I don't want you to die."

Yofasa reached for the knife, but Linshu hid it behind his back and refused to give it to him: "I don't want to be your kind...Even if I die, I still want to die as a human being with flesh and blood."

Yofasa's outstretched hand froze in the air. After a while, he said sullenly, "I can understand you calling me inhuman."

Linshu held his hand and shook his head: "It's not your fault, I can choose, but you have no choice."

"It's not your fault."

He repeated it.

Yofasa stopped pressing, and continued his journey to Seine in silence. He saw the gloomy sky at the end of the road, and the strong wind was rushing towards the city with dark clouds.

The torrential rain beat on the car windows, and the air-conditioning seeped in through the cracks. The dying rebel army and the only emperor of the empire were trapped in a small corner in the storm. It seemed that there were only two of them left in the world.

"Linn, is that your companion?"

A whistle sounded from far to near, and the oncoming high beam illuminated the cab through the rain curtain.

Linshu lost consciousness during Yofasa's questioning.

-

He had a dream, the dream was absurd and bizarre, he went to many places and experienced many things, this dream was too long, it was difficult for him to remember all the things in the dream.

He saw a huge theater box, occupying the sky and the ground, and inside the box were clouds cut out of paper, small flowers made of plastic, and dolls made of wood.

The dolls have gorgeous dresses, finely carved features, flexible spherical joints, and shining glass eyes. They dance lifelessly on the stage.

He saw Yofasa among the puppets. Countless thin transparent threads were pulling Yofasa's joints. He wanted to tear off those threads, but accidentally broke Yofasa's arm.

The ball joint of the puppet came out of Yofasa's body, and Gululu rolled around.

"Linn, it hurts..." said the puppet who was exactly like Yofasha.

Blood flowed out from the broken part of the puppet's arm. He picked up the ball joint and a section of the forearm that fell on the ground and tried to put it back on Yofasha, but he couldn't get it right.

The lights in the play box suddenly went out.

When the light came on again, Yofasa was no longer by his side. He kept searching, pushing away one after another puppets, letting them collide with the muffled sound of wood.

In the end he found Jehophasa again on the throne at the end.

Jehofasa's arm was connected, but it did not match his original skin color and build, as if he had been connected by someone else.

Not only the arm, it seems that every part of him is pieced together.

He wanted to touch Yofasha, but the emperor on the throne pushed him away, took out a wooden, candy-colored sword, and pressed it against his neck, blinking his glass eyes with inconsistent pupil sizes, and asked: "You who is it?"

-

Linshu woke up from the dream, opened his eyes, there was a white ceiling above his head, and an IV was hanging on the back of his hand.

He is alive and has been treated.

Linshu slowly turned his head to look around, and found that there was a person sitting beside his bed. He was a rather young man, not tall, with trendy clothes and short hair with a lot of hairspray. He looked a bit rebellious, but unfortunately his face Some small freckles forcibly imbued him with a youthful feeling suitable for his age, like a delinquent boy who doesn't study hard.

"Lambert..." Linshu matched this face with the name in his memory. Two years ago, they went on a mission together. Unexpectedly, this guy was still this big two years ago, and he didn't even think about growing up. high.

Those who knew that he was in his early twenties, those who didn't know thought he was in high school.

Lambert responded with a nasal "hum".

I don't know whether it was due to Zemel's pressure or conscience, Lambert still rescued the rebel companion.

Lin Shu slowly moved up from the bed, his whole body was in excruciating pain as predicted, but he didn't feel that the problem was serious, Senna's medical level was very good, if he woke up, he would probably be fine.

He suddenly remembered the dream he had just had, and that weird dream made people feel a little uneasy, so he asked Lambert, "Where's the emperor?"

Lambert put his arms around his chest and raised his chin: "Only you think the emperor needs to stay. I don't think there is any need for him to exist."

Linshu's face turned cold: "Let me ask you, Zacharias Jehophasa, where is he?"

Lambert raised one corner of his mouth and said provocatively, "It's being dissected."

Before he could finish his sentence, Linshu leaned over and grabbed his neck and pulled him closer. The five fingers stuck in the flesh were so strong that they almost cut off his throat. It didn't look like a serious injury at all.

"Where is he?!"

I haven't saved the manuscript, let's take a break for two days and talk about the next stage of the plot.