Wild grow

Walking on the sunny campus road, I heard the energetic voice of the senior who came to strike up a conversation. The sun shone down with a comfortable temperature, and the autumn wind was blowing. There is really something in the air. Only when the sun shines on the earth will have the breath.

In the past, Chu Mobai never cared about such hypocritical things. In his opinion, the smell of corpses emitted by burnt mite corpses is not worth the waste of paper written by prose writers who hurt youth. ...

But now he has almost forgotten what kind of person Chu Mobai used to be, just like the jerky and stiff he showed at this moment is a pure and natural expression without any acting skills, the part about the campus in his memory It will always be accompanied by endless essays and endless reference books, and the rest is probably the memory about He Chaodong that is completely worth mentioning and almost wants to be cleared with the deletion program.

How sweet it was at the beginning, how disgusting it is now when I think about it.

I heard that the young man from 19 to 22 years old was the best time of his life... Fushen's finger scratched the kraft paper file bag he was holding, and he couldn't believe it. Good times given to a dog.

Having said that, if he could do it all over again, he would never talk about wasting shit and love again——

"..."

As if thinking of something, Fu Shen silently took out his own file from the file bag, and then he saw the number "19" in the column of age——

Then he fell silent.

So Adam's Garden of Eden is really a terrible thing. He even knows the deepest desires, regrets or needs of the people who enter the Garden of Eden.

Fushen stuffed his information back into the file bag again.

"Is there something wrong?" the girl next to Fushen asked.

"No, it's just..." Fushen pondered, but didn't finish speaking.

The people around him narrowed their eyes and laughed: "Today's weather is really good. I remember that it rained heavily the day I came to report. Not to mention the fact that the file bag was wet, and I was still slipping on the stairs when I went to meet the tutor." Falling down, the whole person is in a mess—"

"What is the concept of good weather?" Fu Shen asked.

"sunny."

"Every morning the sun rises from the east and sets from the west." Fushen said suddenly.

The voice of the girl next to her, who was still thinking about her new life, stopped abruptly. She turned her head, blinked, and asked, "What?"

"The earth revolves around the sun," Fu Shen turned his head and asked, "What do you think of this statement?"

The expression on the girl's face showed that she felt that she had met a good-looking weirdo-maybe she would soon raise this impression to the level of "all oriental people are weird", but Right now, she still smiled and said: "Aristotle put forward the geocentric theory because of similar remarks like 'the sun rises from the east and sets in the west'. Since then, the earth has become the center of the universe for more than 1000 years; Bernie's "On the Movement of Celestial Spheres" overturned this theory, and the heliocentric theory became the truth..."

Heliocentric theory, truth.

Yes, it is clear that the sun is far away from the earth, and it has been hanging there for hundreds of millions of years, so long that human beings almost take it for granted——

"Actually, the geocentric theory may just be an overly advanced conceptual theory."

"??????"

"The earth will not be the center of the universe, but when the surrounding planetary system collapses, as long as the earth does not undergo internal qualitative changes and disintegration, the creatures on the earth can still survive in new life forms," ​​Fushen said blankly, "so, Although it will be cold, dark and humid without the sun, it is not impossible. If the earth is centered on itself, it will soon be able to adapt to the new environment and then restart the environment."

The girl obviously didn't know how to start a conversation, so she could only laugh dryly: "Oh, this statement is quite interesting? Is this the direction of your research project?"

Fu Shen glanced at her, as if looking at a primary school student, his eyes were almost impolite: "Can such a fantasy-style research project be applied to a university?"

"..." The girl found that the person in front of her was probably not as likable as he was. For example, now she found that she had to hold back her anger so as not to yell at him, "There will be no sun, scientific research shows that the sun There's still a whole life left—"

"There are still less than 60 years left."

"??????"

Now the girl standing next to Fushen finally no longer sees a weirdo on her face, but looks at him like a lunatic or mentally retarded——

When her eyes fell on Fushen's file bag.

Fushen held up the file bag: "The file bag is real, and I'm not crazy."

"..."

At this point they stopped in front of a teaching building.

Fu Shen: "?"

"Here we are. Professor Princehope's office is on the second floor, but he is likely to stay in the lab at this time with project data. If you can't find him, it's best to wait in the office. There are free Instant coffee and juice provided." The girl said with a stiff voice.

Fu Shen: "..."

Fu Shen: "Thank you."

This is like a human saying. Fushen found that the expression on the face of the person in front of him had softened a little. This pretty girl narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled again. She said to Fushen: "I wish you Everything is going well for you, Bai, I hope what this school can give you will not disappoint you."

"Not really." Fushen said lightly, "I'm here for the sun."

"?"

"I hope that after many years, when the earth's lifespan comes to an end, the sun will still be there - probably that's what it means."

After Fushen finished speaking, he waved goodbye to the girl and didn't give her another word—for example, if he asked for a phone call or told him that he had to take part in the freshman climbing ladder, he hurried on with his file bag in his arms without looking back. He went upstairs, leaving the girl who brought him all the way standing downstairs staring blankly.

no way.

Even though the ratio of male to female in this professional college is about 25:1, it still can't stop this "1" from occasionally meeting the only one in "25" who is bent into a mosquito coil.

……

Fushen went up the stairs all the way up. This ancient building seemed to have a certain age. The wooden stairs made a "creaking" sound under his feet... There were many portraits of scholars on the walls of the stairs. God patiently watched the two and involuntarily quickened his pace.

At the same time, his heartbeat also accelerated.

At this moment, he may be in a place very close to that person, thinking that he may be eating, bathing, sleeping or doing research in a corner of this campus at this moment—his heartbeat involuntarily becomes strong—he Only then did he realize that he was about to meet his real "father".

The person who created "Frigg".

Fushen thought about what kind of person he would meet so many times in his heart that he almost missed his professor's office, and took a few steps back to the room with the "Prince Hope" nameplate He reached out and knocked on the door, but found no response from inside.

"...is it really in the laboratory?"

Fushen took two steps back, and glanced at the depths of the corridor. The place connected to the office looked like a dark laboratory, but at this time the curtains in the laboratory were drawn tightly, and deep purple light shone from inside.

It seemed that someone could be vaguely seen shaking.

Fu Shen hesitated for a moment, he didn't forget what he was here for, he couldn't make up his mind whether he was really standing here like a student and wasting time, or he just went looking for someone who might be "Professor E" or Professor E's lover "Bai" - but before he could make a decision, his body moved first and walked towards the laboratory.

When he came to the door of the laboratory, he could clearly see that there was a figure shaking inside. The frequency of that person shaking was very fast, up and down, one piece and one slow, as if dancing in it...

Dancing in the lab?

Fushen frowned slightly, subdued by his rich imagination, and then he pushed open the tightly closed door in front of him in a mysterious way—the door was not locked, and it was pushed open a crack. The sound of "Nocturne" flowed out from the crack of the door, Fushen was stunned for a moment, and then saw the white robe twirling and making a soft rustling sound, quickly passing by the crack of the door!

In the dark laboratory, only the deep purple ray lamp is the only light source. In the center of the laboratory is a high experimental table. In the center of the experimental table, a small white mouse is tied up. It may feel the fear of dying. The small white mouse desperately The ground made a creaking sound, but unfortunately its sound was perfectly covered by the sound of music...

But at this moment, a tall and longest young man danced along with the ups and downs of the music. He nimbly passed between the experimental table and his movements were exaggerated and presumptuous, but he never knocked over anything on the table that looked like Glassware in a Danger Zone—

His white lab coat looked like a party gown on him.

When he moved to a slightly brighter place, Fushen saw his long dark brown hair, and he was holding a rattling dance partner in his arms—a human skeleton that had been taken down from nowhere.

The piano music gradually became louder, the man's dance steps quickened, the white skeleton was shaken until it sounded like it was about to fall apart, Fushen's scalp exploded, thinking what the hell is a neuropathy invading the laboratory?

However, the man obviously didn't know that there was someone admiring his dance at the moment.

He stepped out of the darkness with graceful dance steps, held the skeleton's hand and came to the experiment table with a shake of his head. At this time, Fushen discovered that there was actually a scalpel shining with snow-white light stuck in the skeleton's hand. With one beat, the scalpel moved up and down, and neatly opened up the little white mouse fixed on the experimental table——

Blood splashed out along with the internal organs of the little white mouse.

The music stops.

The man's movements stopped at the same time.

He took off the blood-splattered white gloves, and threw aside the skeleton that was dancing with it a second ago. He returned to the experimental table, and quickly checked the little white mouse with the experimental tools. , and then use the hand that took off the glove to quickly type a series of relevant data on the open laptop next to it——

"The game of cat and mouse is over, kid."

The young man said to the young man standing outside the door without looking up.

The voice is deep and slow, nice to hear.

Nothing like a psycho.

Fushen even felt that this voice was familiar, as if he had heard such a sentence somewhere before——

Ah, right.

When he ran back to the laboratory to try to find the black box and the detoxification solvent, he was chased and killed by Test Subject No. [-]. This was the first sentence that Test Subject No. [-] said to him when he came out of the "womb".

Word for word.

Touching the tip of his nose, he thought it was just a coincidence. At this time, Fushen didn't have time to think about it, but his heart tightened. He pushed the door open with a nervous feeling of peeping and being caught, and he walked in. The laboratory cleared his voice and said slowly: "Hello, is this the laboratory of Professor Princehope? I'm Chu Mobai. I just came to report this semester—"

God Fu couldn't finish his words.

Because at this time, the man who was propping up on the experimental table with one hand and typing on the computer with the other hand raised his head.

So, caught off guard, Fushen looked at those unusual crimson pupils, with a tall nose bridge and thin lips, even when he was not speaking, he could make people feel inexplicably intimidating and oppressive——

The former Chu Mobai described this face as "a face that only young European nobles would have in ancient times".

The face of the original shell of Test Subject No. [-] "Odin".