The male god of fast travel NPC is always captured by me

Chapter 599 Love Before Sunset (13)

The boy looked at the little girl as if she was very happy, her smile was cute and pretty, his eyes were also stained with a smile, and his voice was gentle, "What's the matter? Tell me."

No. 7 leaned over, and touched Pei Youxing's hair with her fingers again, messed up her hair casually, and then patiently tidied it up for her, with a very soft voice, "Say it quietly, I won't tell others .”

Pei was lucky enough to like No. 7 to touch her head. She waited for No. 7 to fix her hair, knelt down on the sofa, leaned close to his ear, and whispered: "No. 7, let me tell you, I'm in the underground laboratory When I was here, I saw my name, my name is Pei Youxing, number 7, you have to remember."

In the empty room, the little girl's voice was small and soft, like fruit-flavored candy, with a sweet taste.

The heart seemed to be pinched, and then it seemed to be injected with something soft, and it gently turned into a puddle of water.

After Pei Youxing finished speaking, he chuckled, "You can call me by my name from now on, I just said, I have a name, I am not called No. 11, you can call me from now on..."

She paused, feeling something was wrong, "Is it too strange for you to call me Pei Youxing? Fortunately, it doesn't sound nice, and luck doesn't sound nice either. What about Pei Pei, I don't like it when you call me that, so what do you call me? I already have a name, don't you still call me Little Eleven?"

The little girl suddenly discovered this terrible problem, and looked at No. 7 in despair, "No. 7..."

The boy suddenly hugged her into his arms and hugged her very hard. Fortunately, Pei was strangled and couldn't breathe. He patted No. 7's thin back with a very difficult hand, "No. 7, I feel a little uncomfortable..."

No. 7 still hugged her tightly, buried her face in Pei Youxing's neck, her breath passed through the thin clothes to her skin, it was hot and warm.

Pei Youxing was so sad that she wanted to cry. She was about to cry, but she suddenly remembered that there seemed to be such scenes in those books. If she wanted No. 7 to like him even more, this was a very good opportunity.

The girl thought for a while, raised her hand to cover the back of No. 7's head, and gently rubbed his hair, "No. 7, don't cry, don't cry, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it's okay, it's okay..."

No. 7 couldn't help laughing when he heard the sound of Pei Youxing's milk. Then he relaxed a little, but still held Pei Youxing in his arms, hugging him tightly, holding him firmly, as if he was holding him. Something irreplaceable.

"Little Eleven..." No. 7 rubbed against her neck, and whispered, "Thank you, thank you..."

Pei Youxing blinked in confusion, wondering why No. 7 wanted to say thank you to him?But she soon forgot about it. She was a little itchy from being rubbed by No. 7, and she couldn't help laughing, "It's so ticklish, No. 7, please don't rub me."

No. 7 raised his head slightly, didn't look at Pei Yuxing, but quietly looked out through the window of the room, from the ninth floor of the fifth research institute, he could clearly see the scene outside the institute.

There was nothing there but a birch grove that hid the road and the distance.

No. 7 felt that the Fifth Research Institute was like a cage, and every child in them was an animal locked in a cage. Replicants like him were animals. Children are animals too, the only difference is whether they are shackled or not.

Professor Alan and the researcher are the keepers, the keepers who control their life and death.

No. 7 has been thinking since he can remember, where is the boundary between replicants and humans?
Perhaps human beings themselves don't know how to determine this line, so their boundary is that replicants are produced from the nutrition cabin, and human beings are lives conceived by men and women. This is the standard and Answer.

Very unreasonable answer.

In fact, what No. 4 and No. 5 said about him before was not wrong. He was kind to No. 4 and No. 5 in the past, and now he is so gentle to Little Eleven, all because he wants to get closer to human beings.

It's a stupid idea that Seven feels that being with humans makes him feel a little bit, if not a little bit, human.

He has breath, his skin has temperature, he needs to eat, he needs to sleep, and he needs time to grow up slowly. He even has the function of human reproduction. Except that he is produced from the nutrition cabin, all human beings He has all the characteristics.

He even has human emotions. He will be sad, angry, desperate, and happy.

So why isn't he alone?

The boy wants to be human, he doesn't want to be a replicant.

Because human beings have freedom, the freedom to go out of the Fifth Research Institute, and the freedom to see the world.

No. 7 knew very well that they couldn't get out of the Fifth Research Institute. He was a replicant, a human-shaped thing created from the nutrition cabin. He was not a human being, and he couldn't become a human being, so his Hope is pinned on those replicants and human children. The freedom he wants can only be reduced to such insignificant human relationships.

But such a small freedom is an unattainable luxury in such a decaying world.

No child wants to be friends with a replicant, never.

There may have been a few days at the beginning, but when the identities and boundaries between replicants and humans were clear, the once dependent eyes and innocent smiles turned into disgust and indifference.

But even so, No. 7 still enjoys getting close to the new children, talking to them gently, and doing his best to treat them well, just for the little freedom in his heart.

Again and again, over and over again.

Hopelessly stupid, pathetic, pathetic stupid.

On the afternoon of March 5727, 3 AD, the fifth research institute had an extra child, a girl, she was No. 23, and when the researchers sent the little girl to room 11, No. 905 was waiting for the post-surgery as usual. The child wakes up.

This is the beginning between them.

Number 7 felt the little girl in his arms was very warm, warmer than anything else, he seemed to be scalded, and water mist gradually spread over the corners of his red eyes.

Xiao Shiyi told him her name, does this mean that they are already friends?

No. 7 was a little scared, he was afraid that everything in front of him was just an illusory and beautiful dream, and when he woke up, there was no little eleven, no little eleven called Pei Youxing.

The boy was flustered, and he couldn't help but hug the girl in his arms even tighter. Then, a soft warm hand covered the back of his neck and squeezed it gently.

"Stop crying, number 7..." the little girl said softly, "Be good, don't cry."

Number 7 wanted to say, I don't cry, I'm a replicant, not a human being, how could I cry?
His body and his soul seemed to protest, and warm liquid flowed out of his eye sockets, washing away all the pretense and falsehood. That was an extremely real and thorough No. 7.

(End of this chapter)