Heartbreaker

"What would happen to a man without a heart, Douglas?"

The young Mogul boy put down the book in his hand and looked up to see the curious eyes of the black-haired boy.

"will die."

Douglas answered briefly and continued to bury his head in his book.The black-haired boy leaned over to him and said excitedly, "I know I will die! But I want to know, is there any other possibility besides death... For example, we know that if we lose our brain, we will lose our thinking and control of our limbs." ability, what about losing the heart..."

Douglas stared at the black-haired boy. Seeing that he was speechless for a while, the other party continued to say cheerfully, "Douglas, I think the heart is actually a thing with feelings... You see, when we are excited or scared, the heartbeat will be special. Fast, but when sad and melancholy, the heartbeat is very slow... the heart is actually like a real 'person', with its own emotions, don't you think it's amazing?"

The Mogel boy was silent for a moment, and said, "It seems like this, the heart and human emotions are in common. Whether a person's emotions are abundant may depend on whether his heart is soft or not."

"That's right!" the black-haired boy said, "When we only keep our eyes, we can see the shape, color and position of things. But when we have a brain, we can tell that it is the 'sun' and that is the 'sun'." Mountains'... At this time, if we still have a heart, we can feel the warmth of the sun and the majesty of the mountains..."

Douglas raised an eyebrow.Perhaps finding this remark very interesting, he closed the book and began to listen attentively to what his friend had to say.

The black-haired boy sighed and said, "If you exclude the need for life and death...eyes, brain, heart, I think the brain is the most insignificant thing. Sometimes we don't need to understand something so clearly with our minds, as long as we have Rich emotions, even if the cognition is hazy and vague... But we can still understand the world."

Douglas pondered for a moment, then whispered, "I'm different from you, Wash."

"Eyes, brain, heart." He looked at the ginkgo tree in front of him and said, "The heart is the most useless thing. Similarly, redundant emotions will hinder the sublimation of thoughts, drag down the soul, and defile the body. The reason why people cannot become gods , the biggest reason is that he has a 'heart'."

"If I had to choose... the first thing I would discard would be the heart."

****

When I woke up, my limbs were tied to the operating table, and several white-robed monks looked at me mysteriously, as if they were observing a frog lying on all fours on the side of a glass bottle.

"Teacher." One of the monks said, "He's awake."

I blinked my hazy eyes and saw the back of the bastard with glasses.He seemed to be very weak, his back was arched, his face was as pale as paper, but he braced himself to prevent himself from falling down, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

When I moved hard, the whole operating table vibrated violently.The white-cloaked monks jumped up, as if I would suddenly jump up and bite them, and they rushed at me, pinching my shoulders and legs.I growled under their palms, biting the hand of a little monk and didn't let go.

"Ah, teacher! Teacher—" the little monk screamed, "Look at him! This lunatic—"

The glasses bastard finally turned his attention to me.I sneered, loosened my teeth, and the little monk held his blood-stained palm, and then wailed and left.

The glasses bastard looked down at me with a cold gaze, and the first thing he said was, "Sleeping pills or hallucinogens, which one do you like?"

I spat at him.He said blankly, "It seems to be the latter."

I yelled, "Where's Luo?!"

"Luo?" The bastard with glasses raised his eyebrows and smiled strangely, "It turns out that the undead's name is 'Luo'..."

I wanted to spit at him, but he punched me on the bridge of the nose.My hands and feet were bound, and I struggled hard but couldn't get rid of the confinement. I could only watch helplessly as the bastard with glasses moved away, revealing another figure on the bed.

"Ro..."

I called out hoarsely, "Ro..."

Luo's lifeless body was lying on a steel-blue iron bed, with transparent hoses inserted all over his body, especially the brain.I roared angrily, the operating table creaked and slammed under me, and the others blocked my mouth with a cloth towel.I whimpered, my eyeballs were on fire, and the pain was so painful that it was almost bleeding.

"Don't worry." The glasses bastard glanced at me, "It will be your turn soon."

I stared at him with blood-red eyes, the bastard with glasses was unmoved, just leaned against my bed, and said nonchalantly, "Thomas, have you found out the reason why this undead's body is warm?"

A monk raised his sweaty head, he might be the student of the bastard with glasses, "Teacher, so far I have only found out that the heat source comes from the heart of the undead. warmth."

"Warm..." The glasses bastard narrowed his eyes, "Why... an undead, does the heart have warmth?"

He muttered in bewilderment, as if the question puzzled him.At this time, a monk said with a strange smile, "Teacher, some folk fairy tales say that as long as the undead have 'love', their bodies will become warm and their pure white hearts will be filled with warm blood. "

"Impossible, fairy tales are all nonsense." The bastard with glasses said calmly, "As for the blood appearing in the heart of the undead, it is just a rare case where the heart tube wall is damaged and the outer body | fluid leaks into it. It has nothing to do with love Not up there."

The other monks frowned and said, "Then we..."

"However, this undead is quite special." The glasses bastard said, "It is a special situation and needs to be handled according to a special situation."

He staggered to his feet, and with the help of other students, he barely supported himself on a crutch.Not long after they left the house, they came back again, holding an exquisite wooden box wrapped in soft light yellow brocade.

One of the monks said enthusiastically, "Oh, Dowball, are you going to use this?"

The bastard with glasses nodded and opened the lid, revealing a shiny thing inside.I tried to distinguish the outline of that thing, round and small, it was actually an eyeball.The monks held up the eyeballs named "Dao's Ball" reverently, and admired them, seeing the azure blue pupils like a sparkling ocean, emitting a soft and beautiful light forever.

A monk gasped, "This—it is said that this eyeball fetched a sky-high price on the black market. It was a treasure specially sold by a rich businessman in the past in order to save the crisis after he went bankrupt!"

"That's right." The glasses bastard said, his expression uncertain, "We'll use this eyeball...to load the memory of this undead."

As he spoke, he glanced at me and said, "As for this guy, just use the cheapest eyeball. Anyway, his memory must be dirty, full of anger and hatred. Even if it is installed in a more advanced Dow ball, It will only tarnish them."

I can't wait to gnaw his bones and wring his flesh out of the water.

A monk stared at the obedient eyeballs and said fascinatedly, "Oh, look at this charming halo and color... This eyeball must come from a kind and pure person."

Another monk asked, "Teacher, do you know the background of this eyeball? For example, his master's information..."

"I don't know, but that's not important. We just need to determine its color and shape, and understand what kind of memory it is suitable for filling."

Douglas handed the box containing the eyeballs to a student, walked to Luo's bedside, stared at the soft tube in the brain of the undead, "It's almost done, I can extract the memory from the brain of the undead and pour it into the eyeballs..."

The other monks asked, "What's next, teacher? How do you plan to deal with this undead?"

The bastard with glasses paused, and stared at his students coldly, "I have my own arrangements, so you don't have to ask."

"……Yes."

They surrounded Luo, blocking my view.I whimpered and roared, my eyes burning with pain and cracking.No matter how hard I struggle, the stainless steel operating table is still firmly welded to the ground, and cannot be shaken or damaged.I felt my elbows and heels bruised from the impact of the cold metal plate. I couldn't hear Luo making a sound, but I could only see the thick human wall that surrounded my undead.

"Okay. This is the 'memory liquid' of this undead."

As if a century had passed, the glasses bastard held up the eyeball in his hand, and there was a layer of transparent liquid floating in it, crystal clear.

I heard someone say, "It's time for another one."

I gasped for breath, and let out a beast-like grunt from my throat, biting the cloth towel with saliva.When the monks turned their heads, they were too scared to make a sound when they saw me like this.

The bastard with glasses still walked towards me with a blank expression, took out my cloth towel, pinched my jaw tightly, pried open my jaw with a pair of pliers, and poured a cold liquid into my mouth.

"..."

The liquid trickled down my throat, and I almost crushed my teeth, and my mouth was fishy and rusty.

"Remove the device from the undead." The glasses bastard leaned on a cane and said softly, "Put it on him."

I turned my head to Luo, looking at his dying cheeks and pale body.Those monks skillfully dismantled the hoses from his brain and torso, and pushed a complex-looking "big iron box" towards me.

The cold scalpel was measured on top of my head for a moment, and my forehead was cut open.The blood was overflowing, but I didn't feel any pain, probably because the liquid medicine that was poured into my stomach took effect.

The matter has come to this point, the resentment of struggle and resistance are all buried in the heart by the limp flesh.I seem to have returned to the day when I happily went to the Bone Swamp with the skull and the brass ring.At that time, I had just burned down Gesun's Hazy Villa. With an unstoppable solitary arrogance, I bargained with the necromancer and got the only undead.

I was so naive back then.Naively thought that an undead could gain the world and the throne, and successfully killed Elliott for revenge.In Huapai Town, I bid farewell to the old Lemon Sol, and the restoration of the country in Vulture City in the north was a complete failure.Just when I thought I might have fallen to the bottom, I didn't expect that one day, my undead and I would lie side by side on the operating table and be a pair of experimental subjects for people to observe.

Fate is really strange, Luo.

I could have given my soul to many vicious and sinister undead, but I gave it to you who are gentle and stubborn.

You could have given your love to many people who long for redemption, but you gave it to me who hates everything.

As many people have said, if my undead is not you, if your master is not me... can we reach the best ending for each other?

Luo, you are sorry for me, and I am sorry for you.

We owe each other all the time.

But I don't regret it.

I have done a lot of wrong things, stupid things, useless things, hated, angry, and crazy because of it, but you are my memories of the past, the nostalgia within reach, and the long-lasting sadness.

My, and only my other half of the soul...

Do you regret it?

……

"Aren't you asleep yet?"

I heard the hazy voice of the bastard with glasses, "The willpower is really tenacious... Should I say that you are worthy of the emperor's favorite person, Lemon Bone Spur?"

"Although you are almost at your limit..."

****

In the spacious and gloomy room, a little candle light rose.

"Teacher, are you okay?"

A white-robed monk supported the bishop on the seat, and brought the first-aid kit for him.Douglas took a few breaths, waved his hand, pulled the box closer to him, and said, "...where is that monk named Popolo?"

The monk said, "Don't worry, teacher, we have already arranged it. We changed his appearance to be basically the same as your portrait, and told him that his name is 'Wash Polu', a member of the church."

Douglas wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and said, "What did he say...is he still leaving the church?"

"He didn't say anything, and obediently went to rest at the place we arranged. After dinner, he also gave us a list of books and asked us to send those books to his room."

"Okay..." Douglas breathed a sigh of relief, "Very good..."

The monk observed the teacher's face and said, "Teacher, do you want to see him?"

"Not today." Douglas struggled to open the lid of the first aid box, and said in a deep voice, "Another day, wait for me to recover... During this period, you continue to take care of Brother Wash and don't let him escape, you understand?"

"Understood. Teacher."

The monk in the white robe quietly exited the room and closed the door.He waited at the door for a while, there was a slight sound of metal clashing and the sound of bandages being wound inside, everything was as usual, nothing unusual.

He was about to leave when he suddenly heard a clear and pleasant music coming from the door. The melody was melodious. It was one of the most classic songs in the church choir. Every young monk who had just entered the church would learn to sing it.

Does your teacher like to sing poems to soothe your mood when treating illnesses?

Thinking like this, without any doubt, he left the gate lightly and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The author has something to say: take a chance.

Don’t worry, everyone, here, the amnesia stalk is used to give candy~ After all, Lemon and Luo only torture each other and themselves when they are awake. If you lose your memory, you are hello, me, hello, everyone. . . (Top lid