Rain

32.1 degrees.

I probed my forehead with the back of my hand and noticed the unusually low temperature.I thought it was a temporary low temperature caused by ice compress, but I didn't expect the body temperature to drop from the previous balanced 36.5 to reach this temperature.

The temperature of the little one.

Not only did the body temperature drop, the five senses became sharper, and the appearance also changed...

I half covered my face and closed my eyes.

The □□ acting on the soul somehow drew out the power of the little guy's soul.In that long and painful tug-of-war, the poison was finally stopped, and the souls of me and the little guy were burned, and finally merged together.

Our relationship is now closer than the previous symbiosis because we now share souls.But the little guy fell into a deep sleep because of exhaustion, so I can't communicate with it...

Hearing movement from the door, I looked up, just in time to see a panting little reindeer standing at the door holding a bowl of steaming concoction.It met my eyes and subconsciously hid beside the door...

Being interrupted like this, I suddenly wanted to laugh.

Always something interesting to see when you are in a bad mood.

Trying to soften his face, he gently evoked a smile to make himself not look so scary: "Your name is Chopper, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Chopper trembled, still timidly hiding by the door, showing most of his body, not daring to approach me easily.

I am dumbfounded.That's right, due to Longwei, all the beasts around the little guy bowed their heads in fear.Now that the fusion of souls no longer needs to be deliberately borrowed, this natural sense of oppression may be clearer to animals...

Trying to reduce the sense of presence, I squinted my eyes and tried to smile softly, but I didn't know that this expression was even more malicious and gloomy, and Chopper trembled even more.Realizing that it was counterproductive, I rubbed my forehead depressedly, raised my hands in a gesture of surrender, and said softly, "Doctor, I have no malicious intentions." The expression on Chopper's face could even be described as stunned. Walking over with the concoction, his face was full of defense, and he frowned and asked cautiously: "Are you...are pirates?"

"Yes." I gently reached out to take the medicine, and when I touched the edge of the bowl, I could feel Chopper's restrained shivering for a moment.His expression didn't change, and he quickly asked in a low voice, "Do you...have a pirate flag?"

"Yes, on the boat." I raised my eyebrows while holding the medicine bowl, and I was not in a hurry to drink it. I let the bitter smell of medicine linger in the room, and asked casually, "Doctor, are you interested?"

Unexpectedly, it triggered an extremely violent reaction. He immediately frowned, his eyes widened and he stepped back. He bumped into the bookshelf and dropped several books, and said in a sharp voice, "No, idiot!"

Uh, duplicity to the extreme...

I sat on the bed and smiled, with a frank voice: "Sorry doctor, I just asked casually, please don't take it to heart." After that, I lowered my eyes and blew on the medicine, and I was about to drink it, but I was caught by the medicine with my back still pressing against the bookshelf. Chopper interrupted abruptly: "You don't hate me?"

I looked up in surprise, and said strangely: "Hate you? Why?"

"Because I'm a monster!" Chopper immediately frowned, his blue nose trembling, and he yelled anxiously at me, "I can talk! I walk on two legs! And I have a blue nose !"

"So what?" I held the overheated medicine bowl and smiled slightly, "I can also talk, and I can also walk on two legs. After this poisoning, my appearance, pupil color, and body temperature are all completely gone." It’s changed. So, I’m the monster.”

Chopper had never heard such words of encouraging him by using himself as a negative example, his round eyes widened, he forgot his instinctive fear for a moment, and was aroused by interest: "Has your appearance really changed completely?" ?”

"It's not just the appearance..." I looked down at the pitch-black concoction, and said casually, "Even the body's skeletal texture... This kind of body temperature alone shouldn't be possessed by humans..."

"Yeah." Chopper talked about his own job. When occupational diseases came up, he was no longer so timid, his eyes were bright, and his voice was louder. "Theoretically speaking, human beings are endothermic animals, and the best way is to keep the body temperature at around 37 degrees. An ideal state. At this temperature, the enzyme activity in the cell is the highest, and it can work normally."

"I know." I nodded and looked seriously at the doctor standing in front of the bed. "It's not surprising that I would be frozen as soon as I walked out with a temperature comparable to that of a cold-blooded animal." Could it be that this kind of body temperature will start to hibernate?I've never heard that dragons have to hibernate too... Forget it, let's give up using scientific thinking to solve this kind of fantasy problem...

"I'll cure you." Chopper said with a serious expression, "I'm going to be a panacea!"

What a lovely doctor.I smiled, raised the medicine bowl, and wanted to drink up the medicine in the bowl, but as soon as the medicine touched my tongue, I vomited uncontrollably and coughed violently. Fortunately, I was able to stabilize the bowl in my hand.Looking at the steaming medicine in his hand like a ghost, the bitter taste like a storm on the tip of his tongue has not dissipated.

My face is dark, I think, I know why the little guy doesn't eat normal food after being beaten to death... It complements the sharp five senses

It is the sensitive tongue coating, all tastes are infinitely magnified, magnified, swollen to the extreme, and cannot be eaten.Do I want to eat gold in the future...

When I got angry for a while, I gulped down a big gulp of the medicine, and the next moment I spit it out again. The throat tube and esophagus contracted suddenly, and the stomach was so empty that I couldn't spit out anything, only some sour water.No, the willpower can't resist the instinctive resentment...

"Are you okay?" Chopper was a little flustered seeing this scene, and patted me on the back to calm my breath.

"It's okay..." I looked at the quilt with a few dark stains swirling away, feeling very sorry, "Where can I wash the quilt?"

"How could it be possible for you to wash it?" Chopper frowned, taking it for granted, "You are a patient."

"Sorry doctor, I really can't drink this medicine." I returned the medicine bowl to Chopper apologetically, and made a gesture to turn over and get out of bed, but was stopped by a loud shout: "Give me a good rest!"

I obediently continued to sit on the bed, looking at Dr Doriel who came in again.

She didn't have a drink in her hand, and she didn't put on her own glasses. She had a serious expression on her face: "Chopper, you go out first."

"Yes, Dr. Doriel." Chopper seemed to rarely see her like this, obediently walked out with the medicine bowl.

For a while, the room was silent.

"Indeed, this can explain the kind of poison..." Dr. Doriel looked at me straight, her eyes were calm without the previous violent emotional fluctuations, as if she wanted to look into my soul, "I thought I was already here The world has disappeared...I also read the blue capsule they said you swallowed, is that... that bastard?"

That bastard, it's Wally, right?She had a complicated look on her face when she said the word.It's not so much disappointment and disgust as it is the heartbreak of having loved deeply.

"Yes." I sat up straight, with a polite tone, "He formulated it and gave me five pills. Now I have three more pills, and I can give them all to you."

"Hmph, that bastard's research is still going astray after so many years." Dr. Doriel frowned, as if the previous gaffe had never happened before, and asked a series of questions in a crackling manner, showing her capable personality, "Are you his disciple? What did he study recently? Where are the experimental notes? Where is the laboratory? How did the executioner kill him?"

I never explained that day, that night to anyone.

Just one person with nightmares.

Wake up and sleep, sleep and wake up, wake up and sleep again, sleep and wake up again.

Get up after the night, exercise, hunt, eat, and head into the night.

I thought it would be crying, emotional, painful, struggling to tell it all to someone for the first time.But when I really opened my mouth, I was surprised to find that I was much calmer than I imagined, and my tone was almost calm, as if I was talking about unimportant and irrelevant things.

"I'm not Wally's disciple. I just read some medical books under his guidance. I don't know what he studies, and I'm not allowed to enter the laboratory." I was organized and sat upright, looking at Dr. Doriel's eyes, "I have never seen his experimental notes. The laboratory is on an autumn island in the first half of the Great Channel. I don't know the exact location."

This is a lie, I know exactly where, I have permanent pointers to get there.

I paused before continuing, with the palms of my hands on the quilt, without the slightest sign of clenched fists, and my voice was calm: "I went shopping that night and was followed by someone, and I fled back to my residence. I saw Wally confronting the executioner in the living room, covered in blood..."

This is another lie. It is not a human being who is following me.

It wasn't just that person who confronted Wally, there were dozens of evil spirits floating around.

My voice stopped suddenly, and I blinked before I could continue.His voice was dry and hoarse, and he said the following words without any change in tone: "He told me to run, and I ran away."

There was a long silence in the room, save for the crackling of burning wood.

Phrases that are so plain and almost boring can't describe the thrilling nightmare at the beginning.

Since I was a child, I have the physique to attract evil spirits, and I can see the soul.

Dozens of evil spirits were attracted by me that night and chased after me. I failed to shake them off and lured them back.Wally was protecting me, and we were surrounded by ferocious ghosts...

"When I said run, turn around and run, lock the secret door...don't look back." Wally's voice was very small, his tone was steady, almost only his lips moved, and he handed me a sharp steel scalpel, "Understood? ?”

I stood behind him, my pupils constricted sharply, my fingers twisted together almost convulsively, and I gripped the handle of the knife, trembling.

Wally moved suddenly, and I only saw the white doctor's robe raised up, and shouted like thunder: "Run!"

Surrounded by deep-seated fear, I could only obey instinctively, staggering and turning around.

The encirclement was dispersed, and I had never run so fast before, holding the knife handle tightly, turning the second book on the left side of the bookshelf, and slamming open the hidden secret door.The outside is a wooden bookshelf, and the inside is a heavy stainless steel door, accompanied by a delicate and complicated electronic lock.

I pulled the handle inside and closed the door, but what came into my eardrums was a shrill scream, a distorted but extremely familiar voice.

This scream broke my eagerness to close the door, like a spell, breaking my obedience.wrong!What if I close the door Wally!I can see through the crack of the door that is still two fingers away, and this is the beginning of nightmare every night.

Wally lay lifeless on the wooden floor, his face nowhere to be seen.The usually snow-white doctor's gown was stained with sticky dark red, spreading and smudged.The executioner wore a cloak and stood in front of Wally, surrounded by gloomy malice, tilting his head to look this way.

The nearest evil spirit was about to rush in. I didn't know where the strength came from, and I closed the door desperately.

The self-locking electronic lock was so strong that I could hear the vicious squeal.

I ran, kept running, ran out of the dark passage, and ran into the heavy rain.

My cowardice, my weakness, my fear, Wally...

In the past two years, I have been thinking, if I had been more vigilant at that time, and I had been more courageous, stronger, and stronger, wouldn't Wally have to die?

Even reduced to the current state of being taken away... the soul is suffering from pain and cannot be relieved all day long...

Dr. Doriel didn't speak, but the hand hanging by her side was clenched into a fist, and the knuckles were turning white.

My dark golden eyes shone with a strange luster and looked at the gray ceiling, and my voice was so calm that it was almost dead silent: "Even if you want my life, I have no complaints. But please give me time, I will kill the jerk hand, after this life is given to you, without any complaints."

Yes, I hate, hate myself for being powerless, hate myself for attracting the executioner, hate me for being the source of pain after his death.

After what seemed like a long time, Dr Doriel's voice was calm: "Little girl, don't let hatred take over your mind, it's not your fault."

I turned my head in disbelief, and saw tears in the eyes of this woman with a hooked nose, but there was no condemnation and resentment in her eyes, and her eyes were gentle.

"Actually, Wally's ending was doomed many years ago..." She looked old and tired, and then continued after a pause, "Since his pursuit of [Returning the Dead]..."

The author has something to say:

I just finished Tokyo Gourmet yesterday, puff~ Hard to force Kaneki's sense of sight~

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Then there's Wally's past.

I really like Mr. Ship Doctor, so why... a bento box?

Can't understand myself at all...