Sara

"You really know how to joke." Lin Shu laughed, just pretending that the doctor was perfunctory himself.

The doctor left the room not long after Linshu came in. Linshu guessed that he hadn't slept and couldn't bear to go to rest.

He briefly reported the current situation to Irina, saying that he was received by Dr. Jones and was safe, but he was a little worried when he suddenly couldn't contact Senna's rebel army, and he didn't know what happened there.

Irina didn't reply to him for a while, so he was not in a hurry, and reported it to Zemel again.

The good and surprising news is that the imperial government seems to have changed a bit in its handling of Senna. Since today, many medical staff have been dispatched to Senna. I don’t know what measures will be taken in the future. In short, it is better than before Regardless has been much better.

That night, he asked the laboratory staff for a blanket, and curled up on the sofa in Yofasa's room overnight.

He thought Yofasa was a very insecure person, and he might be more at ease if he could see him directly when he woke up.

Lin Shu didn't sleep deeply, in the middle of the night he suddenly felt someone pulling his blanket, he lifted his eyelids a little bit, in the dark room, he saw Yofasha standing beside him, with one hand resting on his shoulder, one Hands passed through the bend of his legs, in a horizontal embrace position.

Then Yofasa held it for ten seconds. It seemed that he had used too much force during the period, but he couldn't shake Linshu at all.

Am I really that heavy?As soon as Linshu slandered, Yofasa grabbed his arm and almost dragged him to the ground.

"What are you going to do?" Linshu grabbed the armrest of the sofa to stabilize his body, and sat up actively.

Yofasa was not surprised that he woke up, straightened up and explained: "The sofa is too small, I can't squeeze it on."

"The temperature isn't that low, isn't it? How afraid of the cold are you?" Linshu shook his head, threw down the blanket and stuffed Yofasa back into the quilt on the bed, and wrapped himself in it.

Yofasa let Linshu hold him. He couldn't tell whether it was because of the body temperature of others or other reasons. He felt very comfortable sleeping with Linshu.

"How long has it been..." Yofasa asked softly.

Linshu tucked the corners one by one to avoid air leakage: "It's been more than a day, can you still sleep? If you can't sleep, I will tell you what happened."

Yofasha hummed, and Linshu gave a brief account of what Yofasa experienced after he lost consciousness, including Ped's sudden change of attitude to kill him, and Yofasa's counterattack in his sleep.

Yofasa explained that it was his own conditioned reflex to direct danger, but it was difficult for him to feel indirect danger.

"After that, Irina introduced me to come here, and a kind doctor helped us."

Yofasa likes to lie flat, and Linshu is used to sleeping on his side. A little bit of cold light shines on the side of Yofasa's face, and the lines outlined are clear and beautiful. Linshu wants to touch him for no reason.

"There's something wrong." After listening quietly, Yofasa closed his eyes and thought for a while, "I recovered so well, it's strange..."

"Lydia has been studied here before, so Dr. Jones probably knows a lot about it."

Linshu closed his eyes and stopped looking at Yofasa's face, "But since you are recovering well, let's leave early. If you stay too long, it will cause trouble for the doctor."

In the bedroom directly above the room, the doctor Linshu mentioned was leaning against the head of the bed, facing the huge screen, the two people who were sharing the same bed downstairs.

Their whispers were amplified many times, until the babble was slowly replaced by steady breathing, and the Doctor finally lay down and fell into his short sleep before dawn.

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As usual in the morning, Linshu got up first, and he woke up Yofasa, and went to wash up within a few minutes after Yofasa turned on the machine to warm up.

"I'll ask them to prepare breakfast, you should be very hungry." Linshu stroked his wet hair and casually said to Yofasha.

Yofasa did not respond as he expected, and stared blankly at the ceiling, his slack pupils slowly focusing.

The colder the weather, the more sluggish his reactions became, as if it was time to hibernate.

Linshu pushed the door to go out, and happened to meet the doctor coming towards him, he waved his hand to greet him, the doctor's attitude was as cold as yesterday, and for some reason, he looked at him more and more unfriendly.

Lin Shu reflected that he should have done nothing to offend him, but he still had to keep smiling under the fence. He passed the doctor and walked along the corridor to find the kitchen.

In the room, Yofasa slowly came back to his senses. He noticed that someone was sitting next to him, so he turned his head to look.

What catches the eye is the reflection of the glasses lens, and the face that is always associated with seriousness, indifference, and displeasure.

He was stunned for a while, then looked away all of a sudden, pulled the quilt over his head, and retracted himself into the quilt.

The person next to the bed wanted to lift the quilt, but he grabbed it even tighter, and relied on his own weight to press down on the corner of the quilt, not giving the other party any room to slip through.

The man pulled it a few times, but failed to pull it apart, and he couldn't use his strength with one hand. Finally, he sighed, and his slightly hoarse voice passed through the cotton wool and entered Yophasal's ear:

"As I've said many times, avoidance doesn't solve problems."

The quilt was motionless.

"10 minutes, adjust your mentality and come out."

Footsteps sounded, and then disappeared by the door.

Yofasha was still hiding in the white quilt. It took a long time before he poked his head out, struggled out of the initial bewilderment, and knelt on the bed in a daze.

He couldn't tell what he was feeling.

But he didn't want to face that person.

His guardian since the age of ten, Evan Feiger.

He was a little afraid of Feiger. Feiger was not a doting parent. He pampered Yofasha to the greatest extent, but it didn't mean that he would always obey the growing emperor.

The gap between Yofasha and Faigl was first born in the spring when he was 16 years old. It was the season of recovery of all things, and it was the best time of the year for Yofasha. The emperor was as vibrant as all creatures under the bright spring.

So they chose to test the emperor's ability at this time.

The immature little emperor had only just been able to accept the highest level of input from the supply device, and showed serious resistance to the experiment. His guardian gave him a week of ideological work, and he agreed to cooperate under the temptation of being able to travel far.

The destination is different from what he imagined.

It was an abandoned city, which had been relocated not long ago. Most of the citizens were merged into other cities, and the poor were scattered to the rural areas.

They left behind a ruin that still has a human breath left.

And his task is to make the city completely dead.

He stood at an empty crossroads, behind him was the huge resource bank of the supply device, against the backdrop of reinforced concrete and metal machinery, he looked extremely small and fragile.

The last crew member was evacuated, and the helicopter's updraft kicked up fallen leaves and ash from the ground.

His eyes followed the road and looked straight ahead. There were sidewalks, road signs, street trees, and high-rise buildings. Most of them had no windows, and the wind would make a long, hollow and terrifying sound.

He's the only living thing, and it's like something left here, an unwanted thing.

He always resisted recalling what happened that day, and what kept coming to his mind repeatedly was the empty and deserted city before the experiment started, and the "sea of ​​sand" at the end.

When he was recovered, he kept crying, his throat was hoarse, his eyes were sore, and his cheeks were hot.

Feiger would comfort him at the beginning, and he pushed forward, not to do this kind of experiment again anyway.

He felt pain, head pain, torso pain and visceral pain, and non-physical pain that made him feel suffocated.

No human being was like him, and except for Feiger, no one who accompanied him that day dared to approach him.

He doesn't like the feeling of being disgusted by others, and he doesn't like the feeling of being regarded as a different kind. He is obviously an ordinary kid, and he should make friends, go to school, and play games like a kid in a TV series.

He is strange enough, he accepts many of his own flaws, but he doesn't want to be a monster feared by everyone, he would rather be a sick puppet peacefully, to accept care out of sympathy and compassion.

But Feiger said no, and Feiger never said no for his own good.

I can't even cry.

Speaking of this, Feiger did not allow him to shed tears casually.He said, Zacharias, you are an adult, it is a child's privilege to be able to eat sweets when you cry, and you can't always be a child.

The emperor, who thought he was still young, refused to listen, and he cried endlessly. If he was not promised that he would never do that kind of experiment again, he would not stop.

So Feiger removed most of the people around him, except for those who provided food and medicine to the emperor, basically no one would pay attention to their majesty.

There was no point in crying without being noticed. He craved attention. What would he do if even Feiger didn't like him anymore?

So he can only compromise.

After compromising, he got compensation, the kitten who had been with him for a long time.

The cat named 1103 is different from humans. It treats everyone equally. As long as it is given good milk and delicious dried fish, it is willing to pull out its belly for him to touch, no matter whether the other party is human or not.

It likes me, it's so cute.The emperor wants to...

It's also good to have small animals like me.

Ah, it turns out that everyone didn't get Feiger's arm, what happened? ('; ω;`)

In the second session of the meeting room group chat, there was a prophet who couldn't follow what he said;