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This child, at such a young age, has been exposed to death too early. Almost every once in a while, a friend or animal of the same kind will disappear from his life.

So at this time the little boy thought 33 was dead, and was hiding under the roots of a big tree, secretly wiping his tears.

Elliot has rarely shed tears since he was a child, and for as long as he can remember.

His emotions have always been extremely indifferent.

There are very few people and things that can make his emotions fluctuate so much.

Even when his great-grandmother, who loved him the most since childhood, passed away, he seemed unable to cry.

He remembered that he tried hard for a long time. Not only did his eye sockets turn red from rubbing, his eyes were also dry. In the end, he had no choice but to give up.

So, he didn't understand, absolutely didn't understand why someone would cry so sadly because of the death of a monkey.

It was as if the whole world was collapsing.

"Master, do you still remember? 052 is the dying little boy you saved..."

Elliot was stunned: "He's still alive?"

Children here usually start to undergo various poison experiments from around one year old.

The toxins not only damage the human body, but also quickly destroy the mind. Very few children can survive.

The subordinate laughed a little proudly, "Master, you don't know that you accidentally picked up a treasure. This guy's endurance is better than all the children in there."

"Any poison that other children cannot bear, when it comes to him, he can almost bear it..."

"Because it is so precious, researchers are usually reluctant to use it, unless they encounter a very difficult poison..."

"Oh? There is such a thing?" Elliot raised his eyebrows, staring at the little boy who was hiding under the tree roots and crying with tears all over his face, and a slight arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It is usually difficult for him to maintain long-term interest in something.

But since then, he has been going to the poison laboratory more frequently.

Almost every time, he hid in the dark like a bird watcher, holding a telescope and silently observing the growth of the little boy.

Watch him happy, watch him sad.

Watch him clumsily and hard at work trying to survive.

Watch him hide quietly in his secret tree hole every time the poison attacks, enduring the endless waves of pain and torture.

Finally, he crawled to the edge of the pond, sweating profusely, and buried his entire dirty little body in it.

Every time this happened, he could see a smile of survival on the child's face.

On his face, there is a strong joy and desire for life...

Eliot's observation slowly took root in his heart.

He thought to himself, this kid is so stupid!

Instead of living in such pain, it would be better to be free sooner?

After all, there are often experimental subjects in the laboratory who cannot bear the pain and torture, and cry and beg them to give them a quick death, or even seek death on their own initiative.

Eliot once saw with his own eyes a death row inmate who was said to have specialized in torturing and killing women, who was released from prison, kneeling in front of him with tears and snot streaming down his face, begging for a quick death.

The extreme fear on the other person's face even made him feel a little bit of pleasure in doing justice.

It turns out that bad guys are also human beings.

But time and time again, the little guy almost overturned his idea.

Because no matter how painful it was, there was no desire to die on the other person's face.

It can be said that the little guy's desire to survive is terrifyingly strong.

This made the researchers, who had never treated him as a human being, feel sorry for him.

Try to reduce the frequency of selecting him for new poison experiments...

Elliot wondered curiously, how could a child of only a few years old be so strong inside?

Even the researchers in the laboratory who were used to seeing life and death and had rock-hard hearts could be impressed by him.

It seemed like he could endure any torture or attack he received.

But what is the belief that supports him?

Could it be that because he has lived in such darkness since childhood, he thinks all this is normal?

Because of ignorance, there is no fear?

Then if he could experience the most beautiful side of this world, and see what a normal life should be like as a human being...

Let him go back to this hell...

Will he collapse?

This new topic of human mind research aroused Eliot's interest.

He suddenly appeared beside the little guy almost as a perfect savior.

A year later, Elliot took the little guy out of the laboratory.

Let the nanny take good care of him.

Arrange him to go to kindergarten and play with normal children.

And take him to experience what other children think are the most interesting, fun and happiest things in the world.

He even took the unprecedented step of booking a large amusement park for an entire day and personally accompanied the little one to play all the attractions there.

That day.

The little guy's clear laughter, which was full of joy and without any gloom, kept echoing in his ears.

Everything is so beautiful.

Even Elliot's men felt that the young master smiled more than ever that day.

They even thought about training the little guy to be the young master's personal follower in the future.

Because he can make their young master smile from the bottom of his heart.

but……

the next day.

Elliot just shouted and cruelly threw the little guy back to the poison laboratory.

He even witnessed with his own eyes a researcher injecting a new type of poison into his body.

He still remembers the shock and disbelief in the little guy's eyes.

But at that time, he met those black eyes that kept asking "why" and gave no response.

He only left one sentence, "From now on, all treatment for 052 will remain the same as before."

Then, he walked out of the little guy's sight without looking back.

Yes.

The little guy had been with him for a year, but he had never thought of giving him a formal name.

Keep calling him “052~052~”

Instead, the nanny who was taking care of the little guy developed feelings for him and secretly gave him a nice nickname, calling him by it behind the young master's back.

But even so, Elliot heard it once or twice, and he would silently warn the nanny with an unhappy look.

Because from the very beginning, the little guy was just an experimental observation object in his eyes.

There is no difference between them and the macaques in the brooding zoo.

The cold number 052 is his identity.

It is also...his destiny.

A month later.

Elliot suddenly remembered this and asked his men, "Is he still alive?"

The subordinate was confused and asked cautiously: "Master, who are you asking about?"

"052...is he still alive?" Elliot asked casually.

The subordinate resisted the urge to wipe the sweat off his forehead and said weakly, "Master...Master, didn't you tell me not to worry about his life or death in the future? So...so..."

Elliot's expression turned cold: "Go check."

"Hey, I'll go right away..." The subordinate bent his body and trotted out.

It's terrible.

It's really hard to guess what their young master is thinking.