My Wife is Tim

"If the seed of imaginary numbers is regarded as a magic seal, the relationship between this little girl and me will become complicated."

A magic engraving is a mysterious engraving that a magician has spent his entire life training and immobilizing, and is somewhat similar in nature to an organ.

As for things like organs, only blood relatives can easily adapt, and non-blood relatives are generally unable to match. If they are forced, rejection can even lead to death.

"Although it is not difficult to find an existence similar to your own bloodline in an almost infinite world, this little girl doesn't look much like me."

Annan touched his face and curiously compared with Xilin.

The results were not much similar. If I had to say it, Sirin was more like Tiamat.

what is this?Does the child follow her mother?

After this idea popped into his mind, Annan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head in disbelief.

What am I thinking, it's not really blood related, it doesn't matter if they look alike or not.

"Perhaps this little girl is just pure talent, so she can ignore the bloodline restrictions. After all, people with outstanding talent like us can really do whatever they want."

Annan shamelessly praised himself in the same time as Quasilin.

From his humble beginnings to his rise, he never relied on external forces, but only on his own efforts and talents!

As for the source of succession, those are small auxiliary means, not worth mentioning.

Thinking of this, Annan quickly forgot his blood relationship with Xilin.

But some things, you don't want to be okay, once you think about it, it's hard to change your impression.

Take idioms as an example.

Like ups and downs, long-term love, Guan Bao's friendship... People who understand these idioms have another meaning, and when they see these idioms again, what they think of subconsciously is often not the original meaning of the idiom.

Such effects are subtle.

This is the most terrifying, because once you start, you can't go back.

and so.

Even if Annan no longer starts from the point of view of magic engraving, and does not think about the issue of regarding Xilin as a descendant of blood, the previous thoughts have been turned into seeds and buried in the subconscious.

The most direct evidence is...

His attitude towards Xi Lin was no longer as simple as that of a girl he rescued easily.

It's just that this effect is too small, and there are many other reasons to explain it.

So even Annan himself didn't realize it.

"I thought about it for a while, and I almost forgot about the business. At least it's time to investigate the place where it came!"

Reaching out and touching Xi Lin's little head, seeing the girl's brows relax, An Nan smiled gently, and then gently pulled out a small book from under Xi Lin's pillow.

"I found this notebook just now. Is it the nature of all children to like to hide things under the pillow?"

An Nan's mouth curled into an arc, and he gently stroked the cover of the note with his fingers.

He was hesitant to open it and take a look.

After all, this notebook is most likely a diary, peeking at the girl's diary... It's a bit perverted to think about this kind of thing!

But Annan wanted to know the intelligence of this world, and the diary was a very effective intelligence carrier.

"If there are other people's thoughts in the diary, wouldn't it be good for me to read it?"

but.

Usually no one writes what's on their minds in a diary, right?Can that be written from the heart?

Annan persuaded himself with this reason that he had heard from nowhere, and then gently opened Xilin's diary.

Lines of ugly-looking small characters reflected in his pupils:

"The doctor asked me to start writing a diary today, but I've never written a diary before, so I don't know how to start."

……

"Today's treatment is also very painful, but the doctor said that it cannot be stopped. The children who stopped treatment were taken away by the doctor and never came back."

……

"I'm so scared, I don't want to go there. I don't want to live in this small, dark cage, I want my mom to hug me. Mom, where are you... Mom, I miss you so much."

……

"The body became more and more painful. The doctor said I was going to be tested and took me to a room with a lot of TVs."

"I like watching TV the most. I like being held by my mother and watching TV while lying on the comfortable sofa."

"But there are only weird numbers on the TV here, and it's not interesting at all. And...it's so painful...Mom..."

……

"Today, the doctor took me to the underground safe room and said that this will be my new room in the future."

"In two months, I'll be sent to another hospital. The doctor told my mother to go far, far away. So for a long time, I won't be able to see my mother."

"Only after receiving good treatment can I see my mother again. No way! He must be lying to me!"

"Mom can't leave me alone. I can't stay here, I have to get out of here! Mom... I miss you so much..."

……

……

Annan turned the diary page by page in silence, the air pressure on his body condensed to freezing point, looking more and more frightening.

When he read all the diaries, Annan turned to look at Xilin, who was shaking even in his sleep, and anger finally grew in his heart.

"Hmph, I haven't seen much information about the world, but I have seen a lot of things that make a normal person angry."

About Xi Lin's diary, I can roughly piece together the content. It is about a young girl who was tricked into being subjected to human experiments after her mother died.

In the back of the diary, the friends that Xilin met during the experiment were also recorded, but those children also died because of the inhumane human experiment.

"Forcing children to participate in human experiments is unacceptable, no matter what kind of civilization or race they are in!"

Children are the link that continues the future of civilization, and they are the sustenance of many hopes, so it is always the worst existence to start with children.

"I've met a lot of villains..."

"But this doesn't even count as a villain, it's just pure scum!"

Annan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed through his pupils.

"But that's fine... In the face of scumbags, the means of obtaining information can be simpler and cruder!"

Chapter 230 Even Jesus Can't Be Stopped, I Said!

boom!Boom!

Outside the cell where the experimental subjects were imprisoned, someone was slamming the iron door roughly.

"Hey, subject No. 52, is he dead?!"

A researcher who was unlucky enough to be assigned to be responsible for the cleanup kicked the iron door a few times, and cursed angrily after he didn't get a response for a long time.

"Hey, there's no response to this, it looks like he's dead!"

"It's really troublesome. I'm dragged out and buried again. Don't those bastards know how hard the permafrost in Siberia is?"

The researcher reluctantly took out the electronic key and vented his dissatisfaction while opening the iron door of the cell.

Anyone who has ever planted potatoes on the Siberian snowy plains knows that the land here is as hard as a stone, and when you shovel a hoe, your hands are numb, and at most a shallow mark appears on the land.

Is digging a pit and burying a corpse in this climate a job that humans can do? !

"If you want me to say it, this is just tossing around. The corpse can be thrown directly into the collapse furnace, and there is no slag left!"

The researcher scolded and put on protective clothing to prevent contact with Honkai. After the iron gate was unlocked, he pushed the door with a sack containing the corpse in his hand.

"Bang!"

After the researcher entered the cell, the iron door closed automatically.

"Uh, haven't been here for a few days, has the door here been replaced with a spring door?"

The researcher glanced back somewhat strangely. At this time, he did not realize that he had come to the end of his life.

And when he wanted to turn back again...

"Strange, my body... why can't I move?"

The limbs seemed to be welded together with the space, and the blue veins on the researcher's face were exposed, like a dying insect frozen in amber.

"Save, save, save--um--um-um--"

"Shh, be quiet, don't disturb the child to sleep."

Perhaps thinking that the researcher's voice was too loud, the man snapped his fingers lightly, directly stripping the air around the researcher, forming an absolutely silent vacuum.

At this time, the researcher found out of the corner of his eye that an unknown man was sitting beside the bed with a closed diary in his hand.

"I think you are a smart person, and the most important thing for a smart person is to judge the situation."

"After personally understanding the status quo that you are powerless to resist, you should understand that if you make a loud noise after you can breathe, what will be the consequences?"

Annan said with a smile, looking like a polite gentleman.

But in the eyes of the researcher who was about to suffocate, Annan was a demon in human skin, with a powerful and intimidating breath.

But in order to survive, he had to succumb to the demon's lewd power and nodded desperately, for fear that Annan would change his mind later.

"Very well, you are very acquainted, which makes it possible for us to talk."

Annan glanced at the researcher whose face was red due to lack of oxygen, and the raised eyeballs looked like a fish dying of thirst.

Really unsightly ugliness...

Annan waved his hand casually, letting the surrounding air return to normal.

"Okay, now, I ask you to answer!"

Annan asked indifferently whether the researcher, who was desperately breathing, recovered or not.

"The first question, where is this place? What are you studying?"