[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

The young man suppressed what could be called a tense feeling in his chest.

He once felt that it was unbelievable that he would have such emotional fluctuations. After all, he is not a human being, a monster, a fusangshen, or even a machine. It is endless hypocrisy and blankness.Even I know that I can't be accepted by all things, can't be tolerated by all things, and can only be a black shadow under the light forever, which is a matter of course.

Eager to be praised, eager to be praised, eager to retain the love of the lord with a well-groomed beauty.He still engraves the first meeting with the man deep in his memory, and he can't forget the man's gentle smile and stretched out his hand to him for a long time.This is the first human being he has seen, and from what others have heard, he is also the father who created himself in a certain sense.The temperature transmitted from the surface of the skin made him hang his head in frustration and faint fear.

"From today onwards, you are California Qingguang, my good boy, please come on?"

The man—Kusanagi Ren—didn't care about his timidity and impoliteness, he left these words, and the voice of the staff calling for him came from outside the door, so he could only touch the young man's smooth and neat black hair, and when he raised his head slightly, At first, he put on a wry smile as if apologetic, and then, the pure white cloth disappeared from the young man's sight.

This is their first encounter, and the youth is a fake, so it is naturally impossible to have the invisible bond between Fu Sangshen and the judge.He is just a sharp weapon, determined to accompany the man, no matter what he orders himself to kill or seize, he will obey without hesitation.

As long as... he was willing to praise the beauty of the blade.

The young man named California Qingguang, but not California Qingguang restrained his thoughts and knocked on the door.His black clothes were stained with stains of blood that were difficult to wash off. Since Kusanagi Ren believed that imitations should always remind himself of the fact that they were only imitations, he customized clothes that were almost identical to the originals.The long corridor shrouded in cold light is empty, so no one will be frightened by his appearance. Qingguang guesses that they may have gotten used to it long ago. Kusanagi Ren likes the bright red color that contains vitality and death at the same time. I like to see young people stained red with the blood of their enemies.

"Please come in."

Qingguang pushed open the door, the desk lamp was dimly lit in the room, Kusanagi Ren yawned a lot, and casually threw the book in his hand aside.He turned the work chair, stretched out his arms facing Qing Guang who dared not step in, and read out like an exaggerated comedian: "Welcome back, my lovely Qing Guang, you are also a good boy today covered in blood, this is the most Clothes that suit you. As a weapon, you are far superior to a blunt knife, and it is good."

Qing Guang resisted the flash of disappointment in his heart, it was really strange, those ordinary human beings obviously couldn't hurt him at all, but there was a sharp pain coming from somewhere.

"So, my good boy, have you killed them all?"

"Yes, my lord, according to your orders."

He didn't remember the faces of every human being he had killed, beautiful, ordinary, ugly, impressive, all turned into immobile cold corpses and spattered blood, and there was no need to remember.Use blood to decorate, use blood to sharpen the blade, as long as it is for the smile of the lord... He closed his eyes and blocked the wailing from his ears.

Kusanagi supported his side face, and twirled the indigo-coated pen between his five free fingers: "Where's the important killer?"

The young man lowered his head: "My lord, I'm very sorry, his ability also has an effect on me, so..."

"Oh, the ability to generate electricity. So you haven't finished?"

Qingguang avoided making eye contact with him: "Yes."

"Well, raise your head, Xiao Qingguang." Kusanagi Ren seemed to be in a sudden mood, stopped turning the pen, and sighed leisurely.Qing Guang seemed to be held in place by an invisible palm, unable to move a step, and even his fingertips were trembling without warning.If he is abandoned, if he is not praised, his bright red eyes are full of fear, Kusanagi Ren holds the pen and pokes his face: "Your expression is really good, okay, okay, how can I blame you?" Where's the good boy, Xiao Qingguang? You...were injured in the battle."

There was the same gentle smile on his face as before, and the helpless Qing Guang seemed to be the most ridiculous one.He was ashamed of his own thoughts, and his doubts hurt the lord in turn. He clasped his hands and gradually tightened his grip, "Yes, there are cuts, and there are places that were burned by electric current, please rest assured , nothing serious."

The opponent was an experienced contractor, and he didn't flinch from his desperate style of play.The arm was almost completely cut by the iron blade, the skin covered by the cloth was covered with steel wire wounds and large ugly marks of electric shock scorching, and he was still in dull pain. He didn't intend to mention a word.He didn't want Kusanagi to worry.

"Oh, yes."

Kusanagi Ren snorted boredly.

The sword Fusangshen will also be injured by other things. If it is a real god who can bear the name of the sword, he can be entrusted to the god judge to heal the injury through the contract of the god judge.But the replica is not allowed, Kusanagi is not a real God-inspector, and cannot heal the pain for him - it is not certain whether the God-inspector can do this on the imitation.

In the final analysis, it is just a clumsy forgery that is half composed of Fu Sangshen and half stitched by humans. It cannot completely imitate the ability and physique. The California Qingguang in front of him is the only successful individual in the experiment, but he cannot break through the limit. He is more skilled than ordinary humans , the blade held is sharper, but also more fragile.

Once he was bleeding and injured, ordinary medicines would not work on him, and the wound would only remain on his body forever, which made Kusanagi Lian inexplicably annoyed.

Cracks appear on items that strive for perfection.

can not stand.

"It's so pitiful, Xiao Qingguang." Kusanagi Ren sighed inexplicably, and then waved his hand, "Okay, it doesn't matter, you have already made a perfect imitation, and there is nothing you can do if you can't compare with the real one. It wasn't your fault. You must continue to work hard in the future and be a good boy, okay?"

He suddenly raised the corners of his lips and smiled happily.There was a blade-like sharpness hidden in the smile, Qingguang only felt as if there were cold knuckles caressing his skin, or a poisonous snake was eagerly trying to bite him - but that was just his favorite lord.The intuition belonging to weapons told him that there was only awe-inspiring indifference in those eyes full of curiosity.

"Good night, dear boy, go to sleep."

Kusanagi said.

Qingguang understood that he could no longer stay and cause resentment, he responded softly, and exited the room, the moment the door was completely closed, he realized that Kusanagi Ren was watching him through the gap.A cluster of dim lights cast his shadow on the white wall. He seemed to see the black shadow gradually deform and collapse, but after a while he found that it was just an illusion.

Seeing the lovely replica leaving lost, Kusanagi Ren picked up his educational book "How to Deepen Parent-child Relationship" again.

"Well, that kid really has his thoughts written all over his face. But there's nothing I can do about it. I still like him very much. After all, he is the first successful product, and it exists like a commemorative trophy. If If possible, I really don't want him to be completely scrapped, it would be the best to turn it into a specimen intact... What do you think?"

Kusanagi looked at the wall, but there was nothing there. He tilted his head in doubt, and then suddenly realized: "Ah! I forgot to turn on the projector."

He hurriedly turned on the machine in a corner of the room, and a blurred image suddenly appeared on the wall, which took a while to take shape.In the center of the picture is a doll in human form, wearing clothes that are neither modern nor nondescript in terms of history. A piece of paper was pasted on the blank face like a prank, and a very The big word "servant".

A voice came from the screen: "You are playing silly tricks again."

"Oh, oh, don't you think you're cuter like this, a guest from the Government of Time? It's just a harmless joke. Looking at your blank face, I think it's scary. In a sense, this is also decoration A product, don’t you feel happy because of other people’s praise? Then you are really a powerful person, and a weak copy——It’s not the same as Xiao Qingguang.”

The servant's voice remained unchanged: "I thought you would at least cherish him."

Kusanagi showed a teasing expression when he heard a joke: "What are you talking about? He is at most a slightly interesting souvenir, it is better to say that it is my mercy that it is not broken now. He just needs to keep fighting, damage, and then It’s enough that I can replace the next counterfeit California Qingguang. What else does it matter? I have mastered the successful technology, and it’s not a problem to mass-produce it.”

The servant fell silent.

The information in front of him clearly shows that he is nearly 50 years old, but still young and handsome, with an appearance that is completely different from the past. He provided him with the data of the retrograde army, but the monster he created was illegally used by him, and he intensified his attack on him. Request to pay the data of mourning.When he cooperated with the former god judge and Kusanagi Ren, and was about to completely expel the retrograde army, he did not expect him to betray at all—because of his betrayal, the former god judge hanged himself.

However, Kusanagi didn't even have any memory left for him.

The performance of the retrograde army's imitations is very different, and they cannot be improved upwards, but the replicas of Fusangshen have the same growth ability as the original ones. Kusanagi Lian took a fancy to this and began to mass produce them.And Qingguang is part of its success. Unlike the gentle and authentic California Qingguang, the insecure, fragile and inferior products are quite easy to control.

"I can no longer assist you—"

"No, my dear." Kusanagi Ren casually turned the pages of the book, "What if I mass-produce Fusangshin? What if I put these monsters of the retrograde army into the world? Don't be kidding, you cut off the fox shikigami and Isn't the connection with the Government of Time just because you don't want to be found out for such a big mistake? And you... don't you also want to turn a high-ranking and angry god into a pet in captivity, or let a ferocious monster become your own thing? Are you very interested?"

"..."

Kusanagi shook his head, "Okay, let's not talk about this, it's too troublesome, I don't like this kind of serious topic. In short, please continue to cooperate and reach the ultimate truth."

Through the installed camera, the servant saw "How to Strengthen Parent-Child Relationship" in his hand: "The new interrogator is your child, right?"

Kusanagi Ren snapped his fingers happily: "That's right! Ah, he has a wonderful mother. The scene of that woman holding a knife and forcing me is still fresh in my memory. Her children are also great, no matter what He won’t make a sound when I beat him, he’s a good sandbag. I didn’t expect him to become my most successful test subject. I saw him obviously lost the goal of living, trying to commit suicide over and over again but couldn’t die... Really pleasure."

His words are filled with tenderness, but his maliciousness is creepy.

"Who knows, when he tried to commit suicide by throwing himself into the river, he would actually run into Kurosawa who was being hunted down." Kusanagi's voice suddenly lost its warmth. He tore off a page of paper, crumpled it up, and then Tear off the next page, "Because of that guy, he actually thinks it's good to be alive - obviously he's just a killer, what the hell are he doing to me? He should have spent a period of time in more despair, and then saw I, who completed all the research, appeared in front of me alive, and collapsed to the point of crying, right?"

His angry voice was mixed with the sound of tearing paper, and even if he was not there, the servants could taste the hysterical madness.Not long after, the whole book was torn clean, Kusanagi Ren threw away the book that had become an empty shell, and exhaled, "Gong is my child and my property, I really hope he can listen to my father well." .can you understand?"

The servant instinctively wanted to avoid this question. He was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "Some small laboratories in Japan—are being removed recently."

"Who did it?"

"Sword Emperor, Sberby Skuvalo, the retrograde army has hurt the people in their organization."

Kusanagi's expression didn't change at all, he was always a little bit unmotivated when facing this topic.The servant sighed frequently in his heart, and every time he talked about Kusanagi Kyouko, the father was always very excited.But fortunately, this guy didn't go crazy to the point of being unreasonable - just as he was thinking this, Kusanagi Ren was already lying on the table, muttering weakly to himself.

"...It's mine... Gong..."

Ah, there is no help.

The servant cut off the communication with a headache.

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Is PAPA a real pervert? (Thinking)

By the way, I mentioned some things about the first meeting, in fact, Gong was a bereaved man at that time (mistake)