The same infirmary, the same Verlaine, the difference is that this time Qiuren woke up much faster than last time.

"How do you feel this time?"

To be honest, I don't feel anything.

He seemed to be led all the way out. Qiu Ren looked at his palm, and his memory began to become blurred, making him unable to tell whether it was his imagination or not.

Then do it again.

He clenched his palms.

After the medical personnel checked his body, Qiu Ren returned to the previous room alive and well.

He entered the black mist again, wondering if he was avoiding him on purpose, neither the voice nor the figure disappeared.

Qiuren is not a character who gives up easily, on the contrary, because of his past experience, he is very patient.

He can keep a motionless posture among the branches of a certain mountain for more than thirty hours, and he can also work as a bodyguard for a year in a wealthy businessman's house in order to find a letter.

By the way, that rich businessman is the supporter behind a certain MP in that country.

So after he was sent out again, he entered the fog dozens of times without stopping. The model worker and the research institute that wrote the experimental records for him cried and begged him to rest.

Until I don't know how many times the experiment was recorded, Qiuren vomited blood as soon as he stepped into the darkness.

He heard an angry voice: "What the hell are you trying to do!"

Qiu Ren smiled, "My name is Qiu Ren, what's your name?"

After speaking, he lay down again and left this strange room.

Only a figure standing in the darkness murmured in a trance: "Madman."

Don't even want to die, just to ask what his name is? ?

This time almost alarmed the medical experts in the entire building. Qiuren's body was irreparably decayed. Regarding the decay of the body, the researchers had expected it. How could the human body withstand the miasma?That's something that even the gods can't resist, so once Qiuren starts to get in touch with the experimental body, this day will come sooner or later.

I just didn't expect this day to come so soon.The speed was unimaginable, and they even wondered if Qiu Ren had a tendency to self-destruct so that he was going to die, and they couldn't persuade him.

When they saw that the value on the side of the body on the instrument monitoring Qiuren's body dropped to close to zero, and the column on the spirit soared all the way, they felt a little bit in their hearts, "Ah, it's finally here" and "It's over, it's over". These emotions are intertwined, and the researchers are almost driven crazy.

They didn't know why they had a sense of despair that a catastrophe was imminent.

Verlaine came back with Rimbaud, and immediately received the news that Qiuren was dying.

He froze on the spot.

At this time, only half a month had passed since his business trip, and two more days since the start of the project about Qiuren. It was then that he forced the other party to agree to the experiment by wasting Qiuren's physical and mental strength.

Half a month may sound like a long time, but you must know that they have completed an experiment for several years and as short as a few months, and this is only half a month.

Verlaine couldn't see anything on his face, but his eyes turned cold.

The emergency room was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the doctors were still sweating profusely.

Verlaine was standing by the window looking at the lifeless young man lying on the operating bed. After listening to the researcher's report on Qiuren's actions these days, as well as a certain speculation, his thoughts gradually drifted away. He remembered the first time he saw this When I was young.

The research institute is looking for a new experimental subject. He uses this name to find the person he needs. With the country defeated, there are many people in the slums of Yokohama who are willing to sell their lives for some money.

In the darkest corner of the city, a group of small children are beating a teenager.

The strange thing is that the boy lay on the ground with his arms outstretched and let them beat him motionless, and no one instinctively protected his vital parts.

Verlaine followed his line of sight and found that it was the moon.

That's right, a young man living in a slum was still enjoying watching the moon while being beaten by several people.

This young man was obviously nothing special, but Verlaine felt a strange feeling in his heart.

This strange feeling was verified later, when the boy lying on the ground reluctantly took his gaze away from the moon, only then did Verlaine see clearly that his eyes were clear red.

The scarlet eyes stared at him, as calm as a lake.

"Are you also longing for God's gaze?"

After the boy spoke, the feeling of weirdness became stronger.

Verlaine found that he couldn't see the boy's thoughts clearly, which was a very bad situation for his current status.

But when the teenager said to him: "Choose me, aren't you picking someone? I think I can do it."

He still agreed.This young man must have a high degree of compatibility with the gods, which was clear to Verlaine the first time he saw the young man.

Because anyone who takes one look at the boy will understand that he is out of tune with this world.

Verlaine raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

At that time, Qiu Ren should have seen through his purpose. This was only discovered after he brought the boy back. Qiu Ren could see through the truth almost at a glance.

The reason for almost is because sometimes, you can't tell whether he is pretending not to know, or he really doesn't know.

Whoever tries to discern this has fallen into the trap himself.

"What the hell is Qiuren thinking?" After the report, the researcher muttered to himself in distress.

The handsome blond-haired man looked ahead with a smile, and his words implied a warning: "Don't probe into Qiuren's thoughts."

As someone who has experienced it, he issued the most sincere advice.

A picture of Qiuren still bound in a certain room emerged in his mind. It is not easy to kill Qiuren's energy. Verlaine tried to lock him there alone for a month without anyone talking to him. Give him nothing to tell the time, and keep the lights on 24 hours a day.As a result, when Verlaine appeared a month later, the other party accurately reported the current time and date, looking quite relaxed.

"You don't want me to die, so you have to send me food and water, the ingredients of the food, the temperature, and the interval between each meal, all of which are revealing a lot of information to me. Isn't it easy to master the time?"

This is not the case at all, Verlaine showed a helpless expression in front of Qiuren.

He obviously messed up the delivery of food and water.

"However, I know what you think. How can I mess up the time so that I don't see the rules? That means there are no rules, right? But the human body has limits. If there is no water and food for a certain period of time, it will die. I just need to It's enough to pinpoint this point." Qiu Ren said in a casual and innocent tone, but it was obvious that he had another purpose.

That was Verlaine's first attempt to guess Qiu Ren's thoughts.

After that, after trying electric shock, starvation and other methods, Verlaine was completely dragged into the quagmire of fighting wits and courage with Qiuren.

And what about Qiuren?He seems to be simply enjoying the process, like a real anti-social personality with high IQ. Verlaine has reason to believe that if he hadn't brought him back, Qiuren would have become an excellent criminal master, but he doesn't seem to Purposeful, like self-help, or whatever.

After the previous game, Verlaine was completely uncertain what Qiuren was thinking.

He even began to doubt whether his recovery was what Qiu Ren wanted him to realize.

No matter what he did, he wondered if there were Qiuren's hints and guidance, and considered what Qiuren wanted to achieve, and one day he stood in front of that smiling young man, and he really woke up.

Just stop thinking about it.

It's like he didn't ask why Qiuren suddenly relaxed that day and agreed to do the task.

No matter what Qiuren wants, the fact is that he is locked here now, and he can only leave if he does what they say, or he can only die here.

Probably because he found that he could no longer tease him, Qiuren was very different that day.

There was a bright smile on the young man's face, and a gleam of light flashed in his red pupils, whether it was malicious or deep, he dragged his long tail, and said coquettishly——

"Whoever fights the dragon, beware of becoming a dragon himself."

The researcher raised his head in confusion: "What?"

"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you." 1

The boy's voice in his memory coincided with what Verlaine said. If he could see his expression, he would find that he had the same smiling face as the boy at that time.

He said, "Nietzsche said it."

(Qiu Ren: These are Nietzsche’s words.)

Who is Nietzsche?stranger?

Although he had never heard of such a person, the researcher also felt a chill from that sentence.

It was a kind of warning, discouraging those who stepped into the abyss, now it is too late to look back.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. When did he actually think about the idea of ​​experimental materials for consumables?

When Qiuren woke up, he found that the researchers who had been more and more enthusiastic about him had returned to their previous indifference. The researchers didn't see him as a human being of the same kind at all, but like an object.

Someone must have said something.

Qiuren shrugged, adapting well.

After a period of treatment, his body has returned to its previous state from the outside, but the organs damaged by the miasma before can no longer be repaired. Medical treatment can only make him die on the spot and live for another three to five years, but If you come into contact with the experimental body again, it will be difficult to live for three to five years.

It was hard for Verlaine to believe that Qiuren didn't know this. He was such a smart person, but if he asked, he would only get something that he didn't know was perfunctory or genuine: "Because I have a hunch that I won't die. .”

Such a joke.

After Qiuren was allowed to leave the ward, he immediately ran happily to the previous room.

This time, he was not pulled into the small dark room, and the mermaid soaked in the jar opened his eyes.

Blue, sea-like eyes.

The mermaid's eyebrows and eyes were stained with hostility, and a voice appeared directly in her brain.

"Where have you been?"

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