[comprehensive] villain friend

Dolores must die【Ⅶ】

"...To be honest, I don't understand why the topic is biased towards prostitutes." Dolores' face was a little stiff, "I'm not interested in you."

"Don't be so sweet~" Wade raised his tone, "It's a matter of falling in love with me sooner or later-I think it's better sooner, considering that you may die soon."

"Wade, this is not suitable for picking up girls." Charlie said beside him, "You should say something nice."

"..." Dolores was expressionless, "I really don't understand how the two of you talked together—this is a painful laboratory, not a chat room."

"We have the same hobbies, and—" Charlie replied slowly, "we both firmly believe that we can get out of this damn place."

Dolores only paid attention to "Charlie" once. He was very old and gray-haired. Before that, they never had a word of conversation, because Charlie always drooped his eyelids in silence, as if he would fall asleep the next moment. .She didn't know why Charlie seemed to be very interested in talking to people now—especially Wade.

"Wade's a good guy," Charlie said. "Oh, I know it's a bit awkward to say that, but he sure as hell isn't boring."

"Brother has always been good at using various methods to relieve loneliness, do you want to try Dolores?"

"Like?" Dolores answered casually.

"Hmm...how about storytelling?! Oh, I like this idea! Telling stories, we can share our unlucky memories, one a day-I'll come first, originally my brother is a mercenary, with an annual salary of one million sitting on white Fumei is a winner in life, the biggest worry every day is to spend the money in my hand-this is not nonsense! Of course not, I am sharing my story very seriously, do you want me to describe my luxurious life to you? … …I like this part—”

"I still hope you can get to the point directly, Wade." Charlie said.

"Okay, old man, since you have asked so sincerely, if I don't do it, won't it appear that I am very impersonal?" Wade said cheerfully

Dolores sighed softly, leaning back on the bed, clasping her hands, hoping to get a pair of earplugs somewhere or something to distract her.

——Yes, she didn't want to know Wade's past experience at all, in fact, she didn't want to know anyone's past "tragic" experience at all.Does it make sense?Besides killing time?Even if she can infer the other person's personality from those memories, does she still expect that she will not die in this ghost place and find Wade to work with him after leaving here with nothing?

...unless she's crazy.

Dolores closed her eyes, trying to get through the moment.

"...Unfortunately, God may be jealous of my handsome face and perfect figure, so I unfortunately got cancer~" Wade's voice could not hear the sadness and heaviness of having cancer, "So I had no choice but to come here It's such a sad story, isn't it, what the hell?"

"Poor Wade." Charlie said sympathetically, "You are so strong, I am almost moved to tears by you."

Dolores: "...?"

... moved to cry?Why?Is he really not joking? ...Charlie is serious when he says this?

"Don't worry about me, Charlie. I know this is the ordeal I have to go through. After all, I'm a protagonist—it's not so easy to be a protagonist these days." Wade's voice suddenly became deep, but the next moment he recovered instantly "So now it's your turn to share your painful past with us~~"

Dolores was expressionless.

"Oh, I don't have much to tell about my experience." Charlie said slowly, "It's just a very ordinary story. I have a very lovely daughter at home. She is very ill, but I am poor and we don't have enough. The other day I was told by a guy that I could get a lot of money if I was willing to do a little voluntary experiment. How much would that be? Big enough not only to cure my daughter, but to keep her For a long time, I have no worries about food and clothing.”

"..."

"..."

Both fell silent.

"I am no longer young, there is no hope of change, and death will eventually come—but my daughter is different, she is still so young, she has infinite possibilities, if I can exchange my life for her, why not Woolen cloth?"

"...these people are assholes," Wade whispered. "Sometimes I get it wrong about what's bad and what's not—but this time it's not wrong. I'm sure, if this If all liars are not bad people, then this world is too hopeless."

Dolores didn't speak, she felt a little gloomy, an indescribable feeling.

"I don't like this story," Wade cleared his throat, "why don't you tell us about your daughter?"

"Come on—" said Charlie half-jokingly, "I don't want you to know everything about my daughter, I'm afraid you'll fall in love with her, she's so beautiful."

"That's too much, old Charlie!" Wade yelled. "Just now you praised me for being a good boy!"

"That's what I said casually, don't you actually take it seriously?" Charlie half smiled.

"Hey!"

"—It seems that you are having a good chat?" Francis' voice came over gloomy, and Dolores saw him standing in front with his hands in his pockets, "...I really didn't Come to think of it, Dolores. What? You can have such a good conversation with this madman?"

"Hey Ajax, who are you calling crazy? You're so ignorant- blah blah blah!"

Charlie paused: "You can't do this to him—"

"Why not? Old man—are you being too self-righteous? Have you forgotten who gave you a life-saving sum?"

Charlie fell silent.

"... For a guy like Wade who talks a lot of nonsense, gagging is often the best choice." Francis said coldly, "I thought you would be more honest after just going through the experiment, but obviously not... ...really high energy, mercenaries just aren't the same, huh? Maybe you need to keep going, keep tapping into your potential—how about another set of potential tests? I'm sure the freezer is ready."

Dolores looked at the curtain beside her—a shadowy figure.

She heard a small sound, someone came and pushed away Wade's surgery trolley.

Charlie and Dolores didn't say a word——Wade left, and also took away the relaxation and joy that emerged like a bubble just now, everything faded away, as if it was just a dream for the two of them, and now they woke up from the dream, They are back in reality again.

She suddenly smiled.Reminds me of the conversation between the two at the very beginning——the bizarre conjecture about this world.At this moment, Dolores was truly sober.Lying in bed, looking at the cement-gray ceiling, she thought Wade and she—they were both ridiculous.Two people who have been in such an embarrassing laboratory for a long time, two people who have been tortured for a long time-how can their spirits be called normal?

So only Charlie—only people who have also experienced torture, would not care about having daily conversations with two people who regard the world as virtual, or he just wants to talk to someone, it doesn't matter whether the other party is crazy or not.

Perhaps in the eyes of Francis, both of them have gone crazy.

What is the reference value of the crazy words spoken by two crazy people?

...Did the lunatics who were locked in the lunatic asylum feel the same indescribable powerlessness and ridiculousness as she does now?

"...Dolores," Francis came, standing at the end of the bed and looking down at her, "look at you—what have you become? What a disappointment? Haven't you always seen death at home? Driven half mad..."

"I didn't," Dolores said. "I've always been me. It's always been the way I got here in the first place...I've never changed that."

"Really?" Francis looked at her and sneered, "So you can talk to that lunatic Wade?"

"...I don't think there's any logical connection between the two."

"People of a feather flock together. Dolores."

"..." Dolores was silent for a while, she looked at Francis, not knowing how to answer.There was no need to answer at all—Francis was just worried about some mutation in his mice that might affect the results of his experiments.

As a guinea pig, Dolores was under no obligation to explain anything to the other party.Maybe even she herself didn't know why she wanted to induce Wade to talk about the worldview that sounded absurd to ordinary people, why she tried to communicate with the "lunatic"...and all things that reason would not accept.

But the truth is, she did.

"Don't deny it—Dolores," Francis sneered, leaning closer to her, "you're crazy—I overestimated you."

"Is that so?" Dolores raised her eyes, stared at him calmly, "I'm curious, why didn't you tell Wade your real name, but told him that your name is Ajax—why, Are you afraid that one day he escapes, finds you by your real name, and comes back to take revenge on you?"

"Get out?" Francis repeated, as if amused by Dolores's words, "... how? Who can escape? A cancer patient with his whole body locked up? Look—he Not daring to run away, not even for his own poor life... because only I know how to cure cancer. Today I'm going to try the most painful kind of experiment for him... I'm so curious, what will it be? What did he turn into..."

Dolores pursed her lips.

"And you, Dolores—you, like him, should all be honored to be my guinea pigs."

Dolores trembled uncontrollably, the pain seemed to still remain in the nerve endings, forming a physiological reflex, waiting to be reawakened.

Francis seemed to be aware of this, and he looked at Dolores with a look of pity mixed with malice on his face: "Look at you, poor fellow—even if you're not afraid of death, it's always difficult to avoid physical fear, Your body is betraying you..."

"Everyone is afraid of pain, and I'm not ashamed of it," Dolores said flatly.

"It's not 'everyone'." Francis smiled. "I'm not—thanks to my reagent . . . it burned my nerve endings and made me lose my pain."

"...unbelievable," Dolores said. "Are you a mutant?"

"If artificial mutation can also be called a mutant, then I am." Francis said, "My ability has allowed me to obtain many things that ordinary people can't imagine."

"Obviously—" Dolores laughed. "Maybe you'll create more mutants in the future and sell them for more profit... oh, superpowers." She didn't understand. She sighed, perhaps no one can understand the praise and criticism except herself.

However, in the final analysis, whether it is praise or derogation, what is the hindrance?

The author has something to say: I'm going to open the next chapter...

To be honest, you must not have noticed that in these few chapters, I am letting Jianjian and the heroine develop a relationship ==

I thought about it for a long time, and felt that two people can establish a revolutionary friendship only by talking about it [not]

To clarify, the male lead is still not confirmed. I thought about xx, yy, xyy, etc. before, and now I am lost again.

No CP is certainly the end of the story, but my target is [Romance], wouldn't the ending without CP be a bit deceiving to the readers?

This is what I think, my dears, don’t be in a hurry to stand on cp, let’s go, watch while walking, let nature take its course, when the time comes, I’ve written to the end, I will choose myself.

It's done, fans, let us speak with our conscience and talk through our hearts.A little more trust between people and a little less routine.When can't I watch idols, at most there is only one!This is a lifetime of happiness, my dears.

careful!careful!

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There is one more thing, you can think about the blackening of the heroine, she is basically the [external motivation-confrontation with inner construction-impact-blackening] type every time, the traditional sexual torture, I have already guessed The truth of the world is that there is basically no fluctuation in Duo Zong.

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Guess when the next blackout is.Interesting, right?