〖FF7〗Anastasia

Combined with sunshine, vitality, passion and wanton happiness.

The next day, they spent breakfast at Mrs. Phil's hard work. The meal was delicious, but after they finished eating, they solemnly rejected her request to settle down for a few more days after they were too active.

The tender green wisteria vines covered the incomplete walls of a deserted family in the distance, the red hibiscus made Anastasia's heart burst into joy, and the poppies lowered their thoughts/Chun's eyes were disguised as unruly poppies. Zhi Su Se Tu Mi was irritated by Du Ruo's flower stalks that ignored the laws of nature, and the flowering period opened one month earlier.

Mrs. Phil leaned against the edge of the door, waving vigorously to Anastasia who was going away under the colorful flowers.

"Welcome to Gongjaga again, guests from afar! Welcome to come again!"

The author has something to say: The author’s hands trembled when he wrote this chapter, because so many flower names are really difficult, so I won’t tell you that in order to make the article look poetic (?) like a fairyland (fog), at least don’t do it during the flowering period Wrong (this is right), I checked the flower spectrum for a long time!hum Σ(|||▽|||)

The author had conceived the plot for the rest of the afternoon, and a person smiled like a mentally retarded person in a coffee shop. I was very excited when I thought about it~ As a result, I spent a chapter writing flowers (in fact, there are not many descriptions of flowers) [Desperate Face

This chapter is still used to be responsible for the funny comparison... ╮(╯_╰)╭

In fact, the author loves Zacks very much, even if he is soaked in the magic furnace and unconscious, he still has to write about his mother who is looking forward to his son returning home (wiping tears.)

☆、Heart is a tree full of flowers

Tormented by the resentment of sleep every night, Anastasia's anger reached its peak on a certain day, damn Sephiroth, bastard Sephiroth, scum Sephiroth, beast Sephiroth, Satan Safie Rose, howled like a beast in her midnight dreams.Finally woke up from the nightmare.

She woke up from this pathetic sleep, and only from the movement of the clock seconds on the wall clock, she knew that she had just slept for less than half an hour.She got up on the bed, with the behavior of a nocturnal animal tightly between her lips, and pushed open the door that was not locked before falling asleep.

She floated around like a ghost in the middle of the night, stepping on her usual insomnia dance steps, moving straight from one end to the other, from termite nests to spider webs, hesitating beside the lovelorn pangolin’s cave, The precocious cicada abused her head in a voice, she walked back and forth anxiously, her rationality told her that only in this way, her mortal body would fall asleep from overwork, she was full of anticipation that a frightened animal would defend her Attack, that's fine, she thought, that's fine, knock me unconscious with your fearful claws.

She was enjoying the coolness under a crooked tree, the ghost would choose to enjoy the coolness under a crooked laurel tree in this cold and windy morning at 02:30!Damn laurel!Why don't you go to your poet laureate, laurel tree that does all kinds of crimes!Don't you see their sallow little faces!Their depleted right brain has been longing for you!Insane Laurel!Why don't you save those crying, sallow, small-faced poets laureate who have exhausted their inspiration and are only willing to be a damned crooked tree that is now being treated as a damned insomniac's armchair by the damned insomnia me And the laurel tree!

Anastasia cursed the damn laurel tree ten times in one breath, and was so angry that she realized that the only sleepiness she had was taken by the starry sky in July.You greedy and shameless stars, stars who disturb other people's dreams!Do you think that the planet will reluctantly give up its free physical hands to you!no way!Stars of silent violence, why don't you sympathize with the troubadour's egotistical chant!Why not please the composer's painstaking repertoire!Why not pander to the rage of a damned insomniac and bring her a sky full of silence!

That peeping tom over there!Get out of here!Are you here to laugh at me!Do you think I will hold your hands and slide along the lines of your palms from head to toe!Do you think I'll order you to comb my hair, lest I be strangled by my own hair under a night sky full of stars!Don't you naively imagine that you have the right to sit by my side, so that you can sing me the sailor's song all night long with your siren voice!I tell you!I will not tie myself to the mast of a ship!Just kill your heart!Damn peepers!It is even more impossible for me to be hypnotized by a half-human, half-bird siren!Because I can't even have a way to close my eyelids!Which traitor told you I was going to do this!

Yazoo appeared under Anastasia's staring eyes on the voyeur, "Anas, can't you sleep again?"

"Which eye of yours sees me and can't sleep! Cow dung yazoo!"

The teenager who was scolded terribly was not angry at all, but was provoked by Anastasia who lost his temper.

"Die! You ambitious thought body!" Anastasia's screams were not as powerful as when she scolded them because of severe lack of sleep. "If you take one step closer to me, I'll uproot the laurel tree. I poke my eyes out and don't bother to look at you!"

She kicked the laurel tree even more crookedly, but immediately returned to its original state after being blinded.

"Forget it!" She leaned back against the tree and sat under the starry sky of her insomniac's sensitivity.After she had scolded enough, she called Yazoo who was standing still and looking at her over.She grabbed his cocooned hands from high-intensity training, like a playful witch, slid along the lines of Yazoo's palm from head to toe, I order you, she said calmly, comb my hair, So yazoo, who was just cow dung a second ago and didn't have the habit of carrying a comb with him, had to use his fingers as a wooden comb to comb Anas' hair, which was uncertain.

Halfway through combing, "No need, you sit here." Anastasia patted her lonely side.

"Okay, you can start singing now." Yazoo was about to say 'but I can't sing' when he was interrupted by another sentence from Anas.

"There's no mast here, so you'll just tie me to a laurel trunk."

In the end, the only thing yazoo didn't do for poor Anas was to tie her to the tree trunk as she verbally expressed. In addition, the teenager who couldn't sing replaced the sailor's song with reciting poetry, Anastasia Ya actually wasn't dissatisfied either.

Anas is so cute tonight.The boy thought.

The war is intensifying, and the world is rapidly shattering

"I never lost sleep," Anastasia said to herself.

The arrested person gave up the happiness shared by his lover

"Throw your brain on the ground and you'll still fall asleep in the end."

determined to embark on a journey

"It won't be a nightmare either."

With the desire to bring blessings to the world with gifts from the goddess

"Not to mention having nightmares over the same thing."

Also to complete the promise of friends

"And no one will sing to me."

However, even if there is no agreement between two people who love each other

"Insomnia is the scariest thing I've ever seen."

They are also convinced

"If you can……"

will definitely reunite again

She finally fell asleep under the hypnosis of the great hero Sephiroth, without having a good dream or a bad dream.

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"My favorite Anas, do you still remember the scene when we first met?... You are riding a monster, a monster I have never seen before, with wild and green eyes, like a red horse Like a brown wild wolf, licking the wounds scratched by himself willfully...

"My dearest Anas, at that time you wanted to kill me with all your heart, and you could feel your hatred for me with every frown and smile. You shackled me with very terrifying eyes, which made me feel that your sharp eyes pierced me. Seeing through my clothes, I dug a hole in my skin that distinguishes between love and hate. When you shot at me aggressively, I was also secretly aiming at you. I saw your red hair that was enough to make Zhaoxia eclipse. , the tall and straight figure is standing upright confidently, you are wearing a black restraint suit, although you later complained to me how much you hate this type of clothing, but even Genesis, who is so obsessed with aesthetics, must praise How well you fit its tight waist, wide front sleeves, and flowing trousers. The corners of your mouth will never forget its most uninhibited and indulgent smile. Its slightly raised arc once made me feel relaxed and fascinated. It has always been your eyes, I want to tell all the children of Midgar, I would like to tell the little ones, point to your smirking eyes, look, that is the color of the sky, that beautiful The purest turquoise is the color of the sky. In fact, I was really depressed at the beginning. You are so beautiful and charming, so charming. When I met you for the first time, I couldn’t hold back my excitement and love for such a perfect person. Your jealousy, introduce yourself passionately, I describe to you the bits and pieces of my dead family, I tell you how cheerful and lovely the person I have been secretly in love with, I didn't even think I would be like this Unreservedly tell you all the dates between us, and show you the gift that person gave me. You sit quietly opposite me, with only one meter between the two of you. I smell Seeing the fragrance of flowers dyed on your body, and the exotic amorous feelings that rush to your face, the soil from various regions is sandwiched in the cracks of the soles of your boots, and every strand of your hair has tasted the raindrops that pervade the four seasons, I don’t know if the nourishment from the roots of your dense eyelashes comes from other planets, and whether the smile on your lips is genuine is meaningless to the lost mist, and your surroundings are adjusted just right by the aimless scenery of the journey The quiet and beautiful colors that I can't recognize. I am so envious of you, I ask you about the mountains you have climbed, the lakes and seas you have flowed through, the deserts you have flown through, the caves you have passed through, the primates you have touched, The endangered beetle that I kissed, you didn’t say a word as if you were angry with me. I asked you how the people far away and the weather in the other hemisphere, but you ignored me. I had no choice but to ask your name, and you finally told me I, you don’t have a name, and you told me in a very bad manner that I don’t want a name. In the end, I asked you in a hoarse voice why you had to kill me. You just told me coldly that this is fate. After all, fate is such a thing , can be broken...

"Dearest Anas, actually I know that you are not a person who believes in fate. The scene where you are dissatisfied with fate and lose your temper is like a child acting like a baby. You circled me impatiently, with dark eyes as if trying to break the troubled you. After a thousand years of enchantment, will you never forget, the panic you felt when I first wanted to touch you, and the fact that you, who have always wanted to kill me, are afraid because of my approach? I finally found out The most solid secret between you and me, you don’t have your own body, and when you jump through the rocking chair with a fairy-like jump, I’m amazed at your inconceivability, in fact, I should blame me for being too clumsy, your body is like a ray The blue smoke is slowly thinning as time goes by. I should have noticed it earlier. Later, I lived in the curse that you would disappear sooner or later. I prayed to the planet every day not to let you disappear too quickly. I was always afraid of your sadness. Yes, I forced myself to be ready to never see you again so that I would cry too embarrassingly when that day came, and you really left my side on a Saturday morning, making it impossible for me to recover from the dying day. In the dust of the world, I speculate whether your disappearance is man-made or a natural criterion. If I have to say it, fate is also a pleasing thing. Fate allows us to meet and make us intersect, even if you never forget the original intention of killing me from the beginning to the end , I also said to myself that I will not just let you go, because the planet is the same to us, it only treats us with courtesy, and bestows me with grace and freedom, and everything it does makes me and you The loneliness, confusion, sadness, and empathy...

"My dearest Anas, I actually understand you. Although our lives will diverge sooner or later, maybe one day I will die under your knife, or I will join hands with my lover to fight you to the death, but in the rainy day In the starless night, I can't let go of you. You gently praised me and said: "Your heart is a tree full of flowers."

The author has something to say: I hope the grandparents of the audience are not intimidated by my sharp writing style ⊙▽⊙In fact, this is my normal style la la la~

Today is Qixi Festival~ I wish everyone a happy holiday~ (Although as a singledog, I don’t know what to celebrate~)

Originally, I wanted to post a sweet article on such a good day of universal celebration, but the direction of the plot made the story become like this...

PS: Singledogs should be optimistic, don’t feel sorry for yourself, there will be bread, and there will be love~ Learn from the cheerful person like the author, after all, he is the chief flame magician of the FFF group Σ(|||▽|| |)

☆、A story

Anastasia sadly thought of Sephiroth's silver hair blessed by the gods, and unsurprisingly, a wave of hopeless longing strangled her chest.

She sat with her legs crossed in the desert in a bit of desolation. The temperature on the surface made her chilly heart turn into a viscous gel at a speed visible to the naked eye...

When she used her keen mind to carelessly notice the Turks lurking around, she continued to keep silent in the silence that did not belong to her, and shattered those low-end concerns to the sky at once.

"Hello, miss."

"We were specially sent by President Shinra to pick you up."

"Come with us." The visitor said succinctly.

The rotor of the helicopter made a monotonous sound of wind. Anastasia could only feel that the wind had sprayed sand on her face and tried to make herself breathless. Sitting body, both elegant and lazily breathing the air closest to the ground, was thinking of Sephiroth.

"Hello, hello? Can you hear me?"

"Miss, don't waste my precious overtime time, okay?"

The person who asked the question tilted his head and glanced at his companion, and showed a bad expression of "I didn't expect this beautiful girl to be deaf" to the very unfriendly-looking companion.

let's go.Anastasia stood up and said calmly, jumped into the co-pilot seat of the helicopter, and winked at the unknown Renault as she passed by.

Luther seemed fierce, but he was actually startled by Anastasia's strength. He didn't ask Anas to return his exclusive seat to him, but still wore the dark glasses that he loved to assassinate He sat on the leather armchair in the back row with the face of the reporter, but it was Renault who yelled unrestrainedly: "Eh? Why did you occupy Luther's territory." There was no more text.

"Miss," Reynolds held the steering wheel with his right hand and slumped weakly on the side of the armrest when walking left. The frivolous energy and Anas' lazy smile made them seem to see themselves in each other. "If I knew you were so talkative, I should have taken the initiative to ask the president to let me perform this overtime task with a considerable reward."

"Hey, hey, don't ignore me." He flicked the steering wheel cynically.

"The reason why the president sent an elite like you to do the task must have his own reasons."

"Miss, you can really talk."

Shinra's exclusive helicopter has advanced functions, and the unmanned function is almost impossible not to amaze the poor in the backcountry. However, in order to prevent unnecessary safety hazards, the Turks usually operate by themselves when doing tasks, but The hedgehog-headed Renault obviously does not belong to the traditional definition of Turks. As long as he is tired, he will immediately start the unmanned driving mode, raise his legs, cross his hands behind his head, and look cute with no regard for life and death. , is exactly what Anastasia sees now, and she finds it funny.What Anas didn't know was that Luther had earnestly advised his partner not to do this countless times, but every time he was dismissed by Renault with the reason that he had a spare parachute even if he lost control.She leisurely looked at the scenery outside the window, except for the boundless desert and the occasional few wild walking birds, she could not explore anything.

"Speaking of which, Miss, you are truly a remarkable person," Renault curled his lips, "The president personally ordered you to be brought before him."

Anastasia smiled and looked at the young Renault who was fearless because he knew nothing. The ironic smile almost burned the retina behind the dark Luther frame, but she still responded to Renault's question, Along the way, he promised him rambling and innocuous questions, and reached under Rufus' wheelchair in a delicate atmosphere.

"Anastasia?" said the President.

"Miss, so your name is Anastasia."

"Shut up Renault. You two go down." Huantuo's partner team was driven away.

"It's beyond my expectation that you can cooperate so much," said the president.

"I was even prepared that Renault and Luther would never come back."

"I don't really like the way you talk," Anastasia said.

"So to get down to business, Shinra needs your assistance in order to appease the anger of the planet."

"Oh?"

"That's right, Starscar Syndrome. The biggest trouble right now."

What does this matter to me?Anastasia smiled and stroked her messy red hair.Also, she blinked, I still hate your tone.

The corners of President Shinra's mouth are upturned under the gray khaki blanket, his tone is commanding, and his aura is tough. In order to prove to the charming Miss Jenova that he advocates force, he uses the tone of his officer again Open the mouth: "The option of not compromising does not exist, think about it carefully, this is actually not harmful to you."

"what……"

"ever."

A man in a suit knocked twice on the door and entered the room.He smiled politely and formally at Anastasia as he passed her, and stood directly in front of Rufus.

"Zeng, she is my important guest. Take her to..."

"Go to Iris," Anastasia said.

So the president changed his words, okay go to Iris.

Where is Iris?In that church, the only one in the slum with an indistinguishable Catholic or Christian steeple.she has been there?She was there, always there, and she was going nowhere but there.

Anastasia forgot about the current director of the vigilante Turks, and blended in alone in the dim shadow of the church in the ghetto.

When she accurately found the sleeping chestnut-brown Rapunzel between the flowers and the veils of flowers, she was surprised to realize that she was still as harmless as when she first saw her. Anastasia sat quietly in the church On the wooden bench, I watched Iris Gainsborough's lawless afternoon nap. During this period, she remained motionless and kept lying on her left side. In her dream, she was also afraid of crushing these precious flowers. For several moments, Nastasia thought she was actually dead, and what was worse, the sleeping person was just a full-length wax figure that Rufus had tricked her into.

Iris must be having some champagne dream, Anastasia thought.

When the dinner time of ordinary people was over long ago, Iris's vigor only woke up belatedly. Anas witnessed her first apologize to the surrounding flowers, and went on and on for forgetting to water them. He blamed himself.A quarter of an hour later, Iris finally opened her gentle eyes, seized her hearty nature from her century of rest, stood up and noticed Anastasia's red-brown wolf eyes, from between her outstretched brows. Seeing his scruffy sleepy eyes, loose coat and hair he had forgotten to tie up.

She stared her eyes wide.

The passionate desert in Iris' heart suddenly burned, and she hugged Anastasia.

"Who are you?" The girl's pink bow fell to the ground.

"Anastasia."

"Pfft! What a strange name! Why aren't you called Christina or Jennifer or Betty!"

"My beloved Anas, do you still remember the scene when we met for the first time after a long absence?You accepted my hug silently with a name completely different from what you thought, and greeted my greetings and playfulness indifferently, until I called the name you chose for yourself for the first time. 's smile...'

"Iris, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine, and you?"

"kindness."

"Then let's tell a story," Iris stuck out his tongue mischievously, "I want to hear what you have seen and heard, just like before, amazing mountains and rivers! Just the parts you are willing to tell will be fine."

"It's different this time, Iris, what I want to tell you is the parts I didn't want to talk about before..."

"First of all... As expected, it should start like this. As the most powerful company on the planet, Shinra benefits mankind and is respected and loved by all things in the world. Self-made company, ex-President of Shinra who ends up making a fortune... huh..." Anastasia pauses "Do you think I'm going to say that? No, it's not like that...Shinra is always rubbish .”

"Let's start with that stupid fairytale, a long time ago... the wild elk on the planet didn't need to worry about habitat every day, and the crocodile nested in the swamp and shed tears as long as it wanted, ten years The reptiles that are destined to become extinct later have the controversial five legs growing on their small bodies, a good bird that is born transparent including its feathers, and will not be noticed by other creatures for a lifetime, because whatever they pass, they are What, peonies and peonies are always confused, there is no essential difference between the smell of animal carcasses in the rainforest and the smell of perfume in people's minds, hospitable ranchers... What the hell am I doing? I don't want this kind of stupid fairy tale , not for a second..."

"... Iris?"

"Well, I'm listening."

"There is a lake and sea that is said to be older than the stars, where the language of human civilization has a long history, and there are people who have the language before, and maybe people who have the song before, they are conceived from the foam of sea water The biggest difference between them and other creatures is that they walk upright with two legs and two feet. The sun tells them that blood is red, the sun tells them that their heart is red, the sun tells them that happiness is red, and the sun tells them that freedom is red, so they all Seriously, they walked from the edge of the lake to the place they believed in, they explored all over the place, everyone found their own mind and thoughts on the way, they decided to start their own lives in different places...they Some guys would rather die than compromise the sense of belonging that Huhai brought them... Huh? It doesn’t seem to be the case? Let me put it another way.”

"In the past, when I was not me, the future great hero Sephiroth, he was a child, a child from beginning to end, and Jenova's cells fell apart in his body, growing secretly, invincible decadence Sensation and loneliness uprooted him from my brother of death, sleep..."

"Sephiroth? Sephiroth?" Anastasia said incredulously, "How to start? Sephiroth."

The author has something to say: I feel that it is very difficult to shape the characters in Taxi, and there are too few official materials←_←

Especially for Luther, there is only a high-level summary of one sentence: one of the members of the Taxes. (Baidu Baike! Promise me! Don’t treat him like this!) Also! ! !What startled me was that!Luther him! ! !Crush on Tifa! ! ! !Oh My God!Am I the last to know? !I didn't expect you to be this kind of Luther!The official complained that his probability of success is less than 0.00000001% hahahaha... I feel distressed for a second.

☆、Hojo's son

A few sparrows flew into the open floor-to-ceiling windows of the Shinra Building, messed up the copies of documents in the assistant's office, and pecked at the edges of the potted plants. If they weren't burned unconscious by the random cigarette butts on the coffee table, they would still Keep messing around.

Cells of the same kind somehow attracted me, and brought me to Sephiroth, the young man whose life I could tell was tragic with just one glance. At that time, I was in a sparsely populated area far away from the city Wandering around the village, the mediocre life and orderly state of mind made me almost forget that I was witnessing the freedom of life.Evil-heartedly blending into lovers' clenched fingers; slapping ugly pedestrians on the side of the road; pretending that you can crush the ripe ears of rice in the field; I no longer feel any boring satisfaction, I just keep walking tirelessly, from the beginning of the planet to the demise of the planet.

Listen to his incomparable hymns at the silent side of the organist on a Saturday night.Standing alone in the place of the cardinal, watching the people who believe in God line up for the meaningless Sunday mass to take communion, I heard the confession of the people, the mourning of the people, and the panic as they swallowed the slices of bread In mourning, I saw their hands slipping, their hearts fragile and unbearable, expecting someone to bring redemption for their sins so that the devil would not allow themselves to continue to have a disturbed conscience, and they hurriedly left a sentence "Ite, missaest." He ran away with his gray clothes.

I sneered at their beliefs until I was too tired to walk anymore. When I was resting on the ground, I was attracted by the cells of the same kind. I rushed to the child without stopping, and saw through him at a glance. Tragic fate, hollow personality and pitiful voice.

Sephiroth stood alone in the training room, and there was still a trace of innocence in his pupils that reflected the luxury and wealth in the city.

I sat on the sofa in the posture of a trainee nun, and watched Sephiroth train from the first bird song in the morning to the ambiguous ceiling in the night. Without taking another sip, during these incredible ten hours, he kept holding a sword posture as if facing an enemy, raising the sword, lowering the sword, raising the sword, lowering the sword...

On this night that stopped because of confusion, the boy finally let go of his sword hilt, walked into the bathroom of the room and quickly took a cold shower for himself...

When talking about this, Iris suddenly interrupted Anastasia in surprise: "Cold shower! My God, how do you know so clearly, you don't even follow him with such details all the time .”

Of course, I searched for a full 2000 years, looking for someone who could find me, looking for clues to the resurrection from every page of the "Bible" in the hands of the pastor, and I realized at that time that he, Sephiroth, The boy I've used since I found him, whose presence makes my old kills, warriors' triumphal songs grow out of the nail caps on the soles of my feet.

I looked at his long wet hair hanging on his immature shoulders, and through a layer of frosted glass, I felt his back to my waist enjoying the cool water temperature. There was a creaking sound of plastic as he moved on the mat, and the water gurgling down the drain was splashed on the rough frosted glass as he swung his arms.Delicately wrapped in the dripping hair of his pajamas, he quickly took a shower, which took no more than 5 minutes, and then he found an unopened horn comb produced by the almighty Shinra Company from the third drawer of the dressing table on a whim , carelessly combing his wet hair, judging from the twisted posture, I have reason to guess that he doesn't comb his hair just after washing his hair in the past.

"Who the hell are you, how did you get into Shinra, and how did you get into my room?"

He asked in a low voice, but his eyes narrowed to his own boy's face in the mirror. His clear eyes reflected Sephiroth in the round mirror. I accompanied him to look at the Sephiroth in another dimension, and saw that he had just faded away. The fat face of a child, the suspicious eyes of a turquoise/feline animal, the straight nose bridge and a pair of flimsy and elegant frames are not bad, and the waist-length silver hair will also give a rare feminine beauty, but now there is no future And no one would deny that he was about to grow into a decent man, a man who would take on the role of a hero.

"...Who is it?" he said vaguely, falling asleep before the sun rose.

To my disappointment, Sephiroth was not as vigilant as I imagined. Except for the sentence he asked on the first day, he never noticed me who never left him.

Every Friday, it is common for Sephiroth to be pulled into the laboratory by Hojo to study for a whole day. He is honestly tied to the laboratory table, and his eyes are closed because of the dazzling lighting. Sometimes Hojo will find a The extra chains bound his limbs. Although it seemed superfluous to me, I was in awe of the rigorous attitude of this crazy experimenter. Dr. Hojo sat unkempt on a leather armchair, holding a Holding a brand-new petri dish, the edge of the white coat is missing and missing, and it has been dyed in various colors by unknown liquids. After so many years of observation, I can bet all my self-esteem and glory on you Frankly speaking to you, Iris, Hojo is the most amazing scientist I have ever met, you can't imagine him being a person who can happily poke a needle into himself during the long 600 seconds of waiting for an assistant to bring him a spare test subject deep in the arteries of a person in order to study symptoms more fully.When he dipped Sephiroth into the magic furnace carefully and meticulously wiped his facial features bleeding from the seven orifices when he was poisoned in the experiment, I became more interested in this middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses than Sephiroth.

But I generally hate this yin and yang man. His research project has always been only one, and that is the natural noble blood of my people. From his dense notes and scribbled experimental diary, I understand that he is just He is a ridiculous fool who longs to return to the basics, and his goal is to use our cells to create the ancient species of Settra, haha, how ridiculous, I feel sorry for Sephiroth, an innocent victim of the experiment. Tortured by a large amount of medicine, he had a splitting headache. He picked up the weapon with a hero's resentment. He stared numbly at the dark face of Hojo Onisu. The puppet-like arm was connected with a thin thread that was irretrievable since birth. He obeyed him. Creator of God, source of his suffering, order of his Beshaba.

This time, Hojo jumped up from the leather armchair without warning. He shouted in a sharp voice that was two scales higher than his female assistant, "Interesting! Interesting! It's so interesting!"

The same sloppy female assistant didn't have a chance to hear the truth from her boss, so she was kicked out of the lab by Hojo's disappointed left foot.

Baojo is willing to do things by himself. The only good habit he has developed in his life is never to smoke in the research room. The assistant has been waiting since he was kicked out of the door, hoping to submit it with peace of mind when the doctor is out smoking. It took me three days to sort out the copies of the documents. The assistant finally fell asleep waiting on the back of the synthetic metal gate. When I woke up, the documents were scattered all over the place, hell!she scolded.The doctor has locked himself in this room for a day and a night. In the past, no matter what, he would satisfy his gluttonous desire at the entrance of the house at about noon and smoke a pack of cigarettes in one breath.The assistant walked back to her office, laying on the rocking chair in the office for taking a nap, intending to catch up on sleep. She noticed that the green radish presented by her friend on her desk was bitten by insects, and there was a dying sparrow lying on the coffee table. .

"Hey...it's so interesting, isn't it?