Heartbreaker

The bishop named "Douglas Hayden" was thin and haggard. Standing in front of him, there was a slight smile on his indifferent mouth.

He said, "Hello, Vash."

Vash bowed cautiously to the other party, his eyes were confused, and he heard the other party say, "Your head has been severely injured, and it is difficult to recover your memory for a while, so you should rest for a while."

Vash said, "Thank you for your kindness, my lord bishop. But rather than lying on the bed and sleeping, I would rather read some theological treatises."

Douglas complies with his demands, in fact, he does what he says.Every time Vash sees the other person looking at him, there will always be a kind of uneasiness and anxiety in his heart.Vash was even more surprised when he heard the fact that he became a senior monk with only one Golden Rose Medal.

The Golden Rose Medal is not considered an honor in the church, but it is just a medal for encouraging trial monks. It is simply whimsical to use it to be above most monks.

However, Douglas didn't mind. Rather, the other party was abusing his power for him.Vash heard a lot of gossip, most of which were vicious speculations about him by the bishop's students and other monks, and some even described his relationship with Bishop Hayden in an ambiguous manner.

Vash couldn't stand the gossip.

When he repeatedly asked Douglas to remove him from his position, the other party took a deep look at him, pondered for a moment, and decided on his whereabouts.

"Go and take care of the 'rat cage', Vash." Douglas looked up at him and said, "It's a private laboratory under my name. There, seniority is not as strict as the church headquarters. You If you get there, I will give you the highest level of authority, and you can dispatch any doctor at will."

The bishop patiently explained the various benefits of guarding the "rat cage", with a hint of earnestness in his voice, "Believe me, you will definitely have more time to study your books and knowledge when you are there. Don't go to a monastery, Vash. There Old-fashioned thinking, rigid system, and strict promotion procedures, you must write at least three decent theological treatises...not suitable for you."

The other party analyzed well, but Vash wanted to refuse.He didn't want to rely on the bishop's relationship to be promoted. The reason why those people slandered him behind his back was that his ability and reputation were hard to convince.

He wanted to prove it to others, to prove himself—this was the principle that Monk Wash Polu insisted on.

"You need a free space to display your aura and passion." Douglas stared at him and whispered, "Promise me, Wash. Go for boundless freedom, not insignificant self-esteem."

Brother Wash was about to refute, but his eyes met Douglas for a moment, but he was speechless.

Those eyes were too deep, as if hiding some unspeakable regret, as if if he didn't accept it, the young bishop would suffer some unresolved torment.

The guilty look in his eyes was burned in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.The black-robed monk was silent for a while, then said, "Okay."

On the day when we walked into the "rat cage", the sky was pattering with light rain, the clouds were dark, and the mist shrouded the rusty spiers of the goose-yellow tall buildings.Wash Polu's residence was arranged in a small villa in the garden, with clean and bright floor tiles, milky white walls that were brand new and smooth, and the surroundings were quiet and peaceful, not far from the experimental building.

There is his study in the villa, which is full of various works.He probably flipped through it, and was pleasantly surprised to find that these works were all admirable to him, and coincided with his thoughts and views.

He opened the cover, but found no handwriting where the author should be written.

It appears to be a book written by an unknown person.

He left the cottage happily, and walked along the garden path to the Rat Cage.On the side of the road stands a well-built garden, and fresh and elegant lilies and hyacinths are planted in the flower beds.Just as Wash Polu was enjoying the pleasing scene, a scream pierced the silence, and the umbrella in his hand was shocked!

"what--!"

The further they walked towards the "rat cage", the clearer the screams became, mixed with various screams and groans.The black-robed monk walked downstairs cautiously, looked at the dark windows, and listened carefully to the movement inside, the more he listened, the more frightened he became.

Before leaving, Douglas' words echoed in his ears, "When you get to the 'rat cage', you don't have to worry about anything, just tell your subordinates if you need it... Similarly, no matter what you see, don't disturb its own operation and rules."

"Is that all right, Vash? . . . "

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the monk shivered for a moment, and suddenly saw a tall and swift figure from the gate.A pale black-haired man ran out from the building, screamed like a beast, and rushed towards him with a ferocious face!

"Get out of the way, this guy is crazy!"

Hearing the indistinct shouts of others, Vash Polu screamed and ran!

The black-haired man ran staggeringly and fell on a wet lawn, roaring and struggling.The other doctors in white robes held him down, pulled out the thick needle, and pushed the liquid inside into the man's neck.

"Ugh..."

For a long time, the man twitched a few times on the ground, calmed down, and stared blankly at the sky.The other doctors breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this, and carried the black-haired man back to the laboratory building.

A doctor noticed the terrified black-robed monk at the side, and his eyes lit up, "Oh, you are the supervisor sent by Bishop Hayden, Brother Bolu?"

"It's...it's me." Vash patted his dizzy head, came back to his senses, grabbed the doctor and asked, "What happened just now? What did that black-haired man do wrong?"

"He is the subject of the 'squirrel cage'." The doctor said, "The most disobedient subject always escapes during the experiment... Just now, we injected different types of hallucinogens into his brain and asked him to describe He woke up, and when he saw us, he roared like a frightened beast."

"We didn't expect it, and let him escape without paying attention! We almost hurt you, I'm sorry."

Brother Wash said in astonishment, "God, it's not me you should say 'sorry' to, but that black-haired gentleman..."

The doctor froze for a moment, then smiled, "What do you have to say to an experimental subject?"

"What is an 'experiment'? It's obviously a person!" Vash shouted anxiously, "What are you doing? Why do you call a well-behaved person an 'experiment'?"

"Didn't Bishop Hayden tell you?" The doctor grinned indifferently and said, "In the past, the subjects of medical experiments were mice, but after the innovation of Bishop Hayden, we transferred the experiment to humans for the first time. In order to achieve better and more accurate experimental results."

"Experimental results? That's a human, a living person!" the black-robed monk yelled angrily, "Anyone has the right to choose their own life, but you treat him like a beast in an experimental bottle and play with it as you like—you Why deprive them of their freedom and dignity as human beings?!"

"Brother Bolu!" The doctor also raised his voice, his smiling eyes turned dark and cold, "Bishop Hayden must have told you not to interfere with our work. I hope you keep your promise to him, Play by the rules here."

****

My limbs were paralyzed, and I fell on the rotten garbage pile, staring at the sky full of pupils together with the egg head.Glowing eggs are always admiring the blue sky, white clouds and free-spirited birds.My face was expressionless, and all I saw were bloody eyes, thick scabs, and a skeleton flying over lumberingly.

This world is disgusting.

Two golden white threads hang down from the sky and wrap around my wrists.I couldn't help but stand up with it, posing in a funny pose, like a puppet on a string.

"What are you doing, Mr. Lemon?"

Egghead asked me, I was pulled and fiddled with by the golden string, and fell to the ground with a plop.

Egg sighed, "Is this also a side effect of hallucinogens..."

He lifted me up and wiped the dust off the hospital gown.I continued to breathe in the garbage, breathing in the rotten smell, and felt my chest constricted and filled with filth.

I vaguely remember smelling the fragrance of flowers and the sweetness of candies, but they seem to have disappeared from the world in an instant, leaving me with a vague and foul smell.

"Please forgive me." After a long silence, Brother Egg said, "It's not that I want to come here to monitor you, but..."

He buried his face in his palms and sighed, "If I really let it go, you will only be treated harsher..."

He babbled non-stop on the sidelines, vaguely saying a few difficult words such as "epidemic", "destruction of the world", "human experiment", and "last resort".I lay blankly on the grass in a daze, Egghead sighed for a while, and said to me, "What would you like to drink? Lemonade, wild berry juice, or cherry dew..."

Oh, "sweat," "blood," or "saliva."

Seeing that I was silent, the egg set "saliva" for me as usual and told me to stay where I was, and he will come back soon.

At the beginning, he would tie my hands and feet, but later, when I was obedient, he let me go with relief.The egg is a good egg, I'm afraid it wasn't his intention to tie me up.

But even though his egg head was always shining brightly, I played the boring game with him for a long time and didn't want to continue.

While the egg was away, I trotted lightly under a thick human leg, and dug out a thin fishbone from the garbage, which I hid here specially when I was eating the smelly mud.

When I got the fishbone, I giggled, gestured twice, pierced the human leg, and watched the bright red blood gurgling down.I got up from the rubbish dump, stepped on the ground full of bones, and walked forward aimlessly.The road was paved with wriggling brambles, and the sharp thorns pierced the soles of my feet.

Along the way, I dodged those wandering donkeys and hid next to a tomato.The donkeys whispered to each other, biting vague words.

"Recently, I heard that many nobles are eager to make friends with Bishop Hayden, and our bishop also hopes to get more money and prestige to carry out his plan more smoothly."

"Is that project... the 'salvation of the dead' that the bishop said before?"

"Yes, that is... the unbelievable undead... I am not exaggerating. Unlike most undead, which are dark and evil, that undead has the charm of warming people's hearts and spreading hope... just like the angels recorded in the Gospels..."

I waited for the donkey to pass by and began to feel the hard skin of the tomato.Occasionally, this big red tomato gushes out large streams of colorful juice when the eyes of the sky are closed, and occasionally it is dry and motionless, just like now.

I peeled back the tomato and saw a moth that was as high as my knees and as wide as my waist.I got in and slid down the wet moss.I grabbed the wet moss in a hurry, my nails were scratched by the rough gaps, and I had to rely on the fishbone to slow down the speed of my descent.

With a muffled plop, I fell to the bottom.