Sara

Red Forest City is located in the north, and the autumn leaves have fallen almost the same in the past few days. It is already the beginning of winter, and the temperature has dropped rapidly.

The sky outside the window was clear and cloudless, so it might be a good choice to go out and bask in the sun.

Linshu raised the temperature control in the room.

It's still cold.

He always felt that he couldn't warm up, and there was always a chill rushing out of his heart, freezing the blood and trying to form ice on his body surface.It doesn't matter how much clothes he wears or how warm he stays.

"Part of the surveillance video has been restored, do you want to see it?"

Lydia came in through the door, with a Band-Aid on her face and a bandage under her clothes, and it took her a lot to argue with Sophia.

But she has a very smart mind, and ended up playing Russian roulette with Sophia, taking turns shooting at the temple. According to her, Sophia is an idiot, but she really followed the rules honestly, and even Lydia couldn't tell she was cheating .

As a result, she was injured and Yofasha was unconscious, but Linshu, who didn't take himself seriously all day long, was unscathed.

Lin Shu went to turn on the playback device and replaced answers with actions.

Not only was there a power outage in the underground base that day, but most of the electronic equipment was damaged. In order not to be detected, the monitoring system was generally not connected to the Internet.

Zemel couldn't tear his father apart, and couldn't exchange information with Sigmund, and Sigmund was too busy with federal affairs to be too lazy to talk to Rizemel.After weighing the balance, Zemel simply transferred people to the Red Forest to support Linshu.

The scientific research team established for the emperor will arrive in Red Forest City in the next few days. Regardless of whether the emperor can survive or not, the research must still be done.

A picture soon appeared on the screen. It was the central hall of the base. The location was not very good, and only half of the tables in the hall were shown. For a long time, there was no one in the picture but only conversations.

Linshu listened carefully, staring at the screen without blinking.

Yofasha and Mr. Jin appeared on the screen. He saw the corners of Yofasha's eyes reddened by suffocation and pain, his beautiful brows were wrinkled, and his expression was painful.

Mr. Jin said so many dirty words happily, maybe these words will become a couple's interest in the bed, but to Yofasa who has never been exposed to such things, it must be something that subverts his three views.

He had the same thought as Yofasha at that time: stop talking.

That's not something Jehophaz should know.

When the video progressed to Yofasa’s resistance, the lens suddenly began to blur. He saw Yofasa take out a knife from behind and quickly and ruthlessly scratched Mr. Jin’s neck.

Afterwards, the screen kept shaking, and it was impossible to see what happened, only part of the sound could be heard, and after a burst of fighting, even the sound disappeared.

"I didn't find Mr. Jin's body..." Linshu discarded distracting thoughts and analyzed rationally as much as possible, "He may have escaped."

"A good man doesn't live long, but a bad man lasts a thousand years—is there such an old saying in your place?"

Lydia replayed the video, trying to find out more, "The emperor's ability is quite powerful, but the damage to himself is too great... Is there any way to reduce the side effects?"

"This is not a problem we can solve." Linshu shook his head, "And I hope he will never use this ability in the future."

"Are you scared?" Lydia asked.

"He's afraid." Linshu said.

There was a light knock on the door. They turned their heads and saw a doctor in a white coat standing at the door: "He's awake."

Generally speaking, doctors are happy when their patients get better, but there is no relaxed expression on this doctor's face. He added before Linshu showed joy: "But his condition is not good. Great...I think you'll have to find some other kind of doctor for your treatment."

"I mean, a psychiatrist."

Linshu's heart sank slowly.

-

Yofasa’s room is facing the sun, with plenty of light, and the decoration is relaxed and simple. Except for some medical equipment, it can be regarded as a comfortable room for people to stay in.

When Linshu came in, he was sitting quietly on the head of the bed, leaning against the soft pillow, his gloomy eyes fell on the quilt.

His hair has been trimmed again, the ends only reach the earlobe, and the wounds on his face are scabbed, making him look a bit hideous, but fortunately, he has a good foundation, and even if there are more blemishes, it won't be related to ugliness.

This injury has to wait until it fully recovers before considering removing the traces.

"Zacharia..."

Linshu called him softly, but he didn't respond.

This is different from Yofasa's usual distraction. He used to ignore Linshu because he was thinking about something interesting to him, but now he doesn't think about anything, just simply in a daze.

Linshu sat beside him, wrapped his hands around his shoulders, and hugged him tightly with a strength that would not make people feel uncomfortable, Yofasa let him hold him, only blinking his eyes occasionally.

He felt a bit sore in his nasal cavity, and he couldn't speak through his dry and hoarse throat.

More than a year after the death of the emperor's pet, he fell into self-isolation for the second time, and seemed to have lost the ability to respond to external stimuli.

Lydia is a person who can perceive his emotions. She said that although Yofasa did not show it, she could feel that he did not like others to approach him. Among them, the resistance to men was particularly strong, and women were second, probably because they were more familiar with Linshu. I didn't feel that he was against Linshu.

This at least shows that his vision and hearing are all right.

The doctor in charge of Yofasa suggested hiring a psychologist to assist in the treatment. However, Yofasa has a special status and cannot confess many things to the psychologist. It is difficult to find a suitable psychologist.

"Although I haven't made any achievements in this area, I suggest that people who are familiar with him should accompany him more."

The doctor suggested, "He just woke up, maybe the situation is serious, maybe it will get better in a few days."

"Zacharya..." Linshu straightened up and observed Yofasha's face carefully. No matter what he said, Yofasha would not even move his eyebrows, as if he was just a large doll.

Linshu touched Yofasa's dry lips and asked him if he was thirsty, but as expected, he didn't get a reply.

But when his hand touched Yofasha's lips, Yofasha suddenly opened his mouth, bit his finger, and chewed with a normal eating force.

He has done this kind of behavior before, because he didn't wake up and mistakenly used Linshu's fingers as food, and thought that Linshu's gun calluses had worn down the mucous membrane of his mouth if he couldn't bite.

Linshu's heart twitched slightly: "Are you hungry?"

Yofasa just chewed silently, his canine teeth almost biting his hand.

Linshu pulled out his hand, went out to make some soup and came back, he left for a quarter of an hour, Yofasa still sat in his original position, his posture didn't change a bit.

He tried to feed Yofasa with a spoon, and unexpectedly found that Yofasa still had the basic ability to eat. He didn't know if it was because of the restriction of "must live".

"Don't bite the spoon."

Linshu patiently finished feeding the soup, wiped Yofasa's mouth, made him drink a glass of water, and let him lie down before going to the doctor to explain the situation.

-

Mr. Jin is waiting for people from the Federation to pick him up. He will leave the empire tonight.

I have to say that Sigmund is indeed a glib old Yinbi. He insisted that the person has been delivered, and it doesn't matter if you are killed by yourself.

If Mr. Jin died, there are still some arguments for this passage, but Mr. Jin ran away in embarrassment when he was alive, and even saved his life with the help of Sigmund's people. He can only testify to Sigmund that the emperor It is indeed very strong, they are careless.

After that, Sigmund and the Federation had nothing to do with Mr. Jin. He could only return to his hometown as a loser and transfer to other projects.

This is still the best result he can get with a certain background and foundation.

When the accident happened, he was still thinking about the emperor of the empire. That person was like exquisite porcelain, which was harmless if it was intact, but hurt people when it was broken.

When he thought of this, he was hit hard on the head, and he woke up in a strange place after a long time.

It was an old factory building, the walls were so cracked that they could be rowed to be demolished, there were no windows, and the cold wind came in, blowing his drowsy head sober.

He finally found himself in a bad situation, with his hands tied behind his back, lying on the dusty ground, like a sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

He tried to look around, and found a figure by the wall, his face reflected in the moonlight.

The man had black hair and black eyes, and his usually clean and handsome appearance looked a little depressed and tired at the moment. He was sitting on a piece of broken stone, and the cigarette in his hand was flickering in the dim factory building.

It was the rebel army who stayed with the emperor in the city of Senna.

Mr. Jin coughed a few times, then he turned his head and apologized: "Can't you stand the smell of cigarettes? I'm sorry, I haven't smoked for a long time. Nicotine can make people relax."

He apologized so endlessly that Mr. Jin wondered if he had a mental problem.

"Sorry, I'm not the kind of person who is keen on revenge, and I don't find it fun to torture others."

Linshu apologized again, he lowered his eyes and spoke at a moderate pace, "But I really feel bad if I don't do something... I know I must be at fault, but I can't punish myself, just treat it as I'm just venting my anger."

"Annett told me not to learn to "remember grudges". I promised him that I would try my best to learn to be tolerant. After all, I have received his tolerance and gifts...but I really can't calm down now. Every time I look at Zacharias , the heart felt like a knife had been gouged out. "

He paused a little.

"There are some things I can't say to my friends, it will pollute their mood, so please listen to me."

The cigarette in his hand burned to the tip of his finger, so he put the cigarette butt on the windowsill and talked to himself.

"I know that good things will not be said to me, and any precious and beautiful things should not belong to me. Even if I get it, I will lose it soon.

I have proven this countless times in the past 20+ years of my life...just recently I kind of forgot, maybe I should engrave it on my arm and remind myself often. "

Linshu stood up and walked towards Mr. Jin, his dark eyes seemed to be looking at him, but he didn't seem to be looking at him.

"Aren't you very good at talking that day? You chattered so much to Zacharias. If you don't interrupt you, you can continue talking. Why don't you talk now?" His eyes fell on Mr. Jin's neck. After a few laps of the bandage, he suddenly realized, "I'm sorry, I forgot that you can't speak now... My memory is really bad recently."

He would apologize every time he said a sentence, with a polite and humble look, like a gentleman who would bow at any time, but what he said was illogical and incoherent, which made Mr. Jin feel a strong disobedience feel.

He seems normal.

Mr. Jin felt that he was abnormal.

"Yeah, let's get back to what was the original topic?"

Linshu thought about it, "Yes, to be fair, I don't like to take revenge on others, and I don't think it's necessary to torture others, but I really feel bad if I don't do something, and I can't calm down.

You seem to be good at this kind of thing, so can I learn from you how to make people feel miserable? "

"I won't let you die until I'm bored". "

Counting down to parting, we will still be together for a while.

In fact, both of them are quite inferior.