[Comprehensive] Happy Immortal

The fire wires entangled in the hands gather and disperse, and the remote control controls them to intertwine and intertwine to become more shapes, and the shape of the Barbara logo is slowly formed. The control of the flame is not as good as ten bunches of tadara, and finally the Barbara Luo's logo was made, but only barely maintained its shape.

"Brother Shishu...is really powerful in a sense."

It took a few seconds for the ten bundles to make the complete Barbara logo float in the hand. It seemed a simple matter, but in fact it required strong control.

He shook his hand and held the flame in his hand, the flame of the Barbara symbol shot out from between his fingers and disappeared after a little spark.

The winter morning came very late and there was still no light outside, but now it was getting late, and Yao rubbed his eyes: "Go take a bath first...you can sleep for a while."

There was a bathroom in the room. He took a change of clothes and tied up his long hair in front of the mirror.

The fabric of the clothes rubbed against the back, and for some reason, a piece of skin was very sensitive, and the roughness of the fabric could be clearly felt.

He touched the position behind him, and remembered that it seemed to hurt slightly when he was in the room just now, but it was fleeting again.

"Strange...but why did my back hurt..."

Was it bitten by something?But it didn't seem to touch any wounds, and besides, how could there be mosquitoes in this weather.

Haruka turned to face the mirror, trying to tilt her head to look at the position behind her.

"What is this……"

Being locked up in a place where the sun is not seen for a long time, the skin has become whiter than ordinary people, and the middle of the spine on the back has pink traces, like red ink dripping on it, and the pink traces spread out irregularly , no bumps, tightly attached to his body.

Yao stretched out his hand back and scratched at the imprint a few times, but only the brighter red color from his fingernails was left on it.

His body seemed to be mutating without knowing it.I don't know what genes I was transformed into at the beginning, and what things were fused to become like this.

The chain that floated up in the room before was the sin song. The moment sin song attacked the door, it was sternly pinched by the sharp claws. The sharp claws crushed part of it, and then sent the remaining part into the boy's body. Press go.

Sin Song, who was forcibly stuffed into Haruka's body, struggled for a while, but IBM, who was guarding in front of it, did not reappear. The place where the drill came out left a mark, and the red mark on Haru's body was the mark of sin song.

Haruka just washed his body a little bit, thinking about his gradually changing body, a little absent-minded.

"Thank you." He took the towel that someone sent over and wiped the water off his body.

……wait wait wait……? ? ? ?

He froze for a moment, looked down at the towel he was pressing on his chest and reacted for a while, then raised his head after a pause, the hanger with the towel was far away from where he was standing, and he remembered when he came in I put the towels on the shelf.

Then where did the bath towel he is holding come from? ? ! ! !

Behind him...is there someone? ! !

The sealed room, the murderer who sneaked in, the victim who died tragically, some murder cases described in novels suddenly surfaced for some reason.

Can't turn around, can't turn around, can't turn around.

But people's curiosity is always uncontrollable. The more you can't do it, the more you want to do it, the more dangerous you are, the more you yearn for it.

Haruka's body stiffened, and she turned her head slowly, not knowing what she would see, anyway... Anyway, first...

He calmly groped towards the sink next to him, and seemed to have caught something hard in his hand, then took a deep breath, grabbed the thing in his hand and slapped it back, shouting in the middle, trying to increase his output .

"Ah ah ah ah ah?"? ? ? ?

The momentum of shouting gradually weakened, and Yao, holding the attack tool in his hand, froze in place.

"I... IBM?"

A huge claw made of bandages hangs in the air, and the clothes he brought are still hanging in his hand. Seeing his master turn around, the claw doesn't care about the master's attacking posture, it just passes forward the clothes in his hand .

"Thank you." Probably too shocked, a man-made demihuman from IBM reflexively handed over the towel he had wiped, took the clothes held by the claws, and said thank you casually.

The sharp claws twisted from black bandages actually have a great impact on people's senses. The appearance is terrifying, coupled with human-like and non-human limbs, even the demihumans who are the creators of IBM can hardly accept it when they first see it.

This is my IBM?

Yao dazedly put on his own clothes, holding a bath towel in front of the shelf with his sharp claws, IBM only has one hand, so it is a bit difficult to do anything, but it still tries hard to fold the bath towels neatly .

He still remembered that in Scepter4's prison, the sharp claws pierced through his body, and the feeling of being killed by his own IBM was really uncomfortable.

But... how do you feel, inexplicably cute?

The sharp claw had finished folding the bath towels at this time, and then floated to the door of the bathroom. The front part of the claw lightly hooked the doorknob, and then pressed down. The sharp claw pulled the door open and then stopped, as if waiting The master in the bathroom comes out.

"Are you my IBM?"

Of course there is no answer, after all, his IBM seems to have only one hand.

The sharp claw gently pushed the boy who was standing still at the door, then put down the long curled hair for him, walked out of the bathroom, the sharp claw flew to the bed again, pulled the quilt away, and after rarely lying on the bed, The sharp claws that hooked the quilt gently put it down, and covered the quilt tightly, preventing any cold wind from rushing in.

I don't know why, but I feel like being taken care of by the pet I summoned.

"Do you have a consciousness of your own?"

The demihumans and IBM can communicate using electromagnetic waves, but the black ghost in front of them doesn't seem to respond to any questions.

【I will protect you. 】

It's not that I haven't seen IBM deliver its own information, but it's the first time he's seen such a ghost of speech that seems to have self-awareness. The female IBM who used to be his researcher is like this. Afterwards, he was also imprisoned in the health and labor department The same is true of the provincial Asians' IBM.

It lightly pressed its hand on Yao's forehead and rubbed it, then covered his eyes again, signaling him to start sleeping.

After receiving the electromagnetic wave message from IBM, Yao smiled, then closed his eyes, and asked tentatively, "...good night?"

Only then did the sharp claws move away from him, and then he fiddled with the quilt a few times as if worried, and only after lightly touching Yao's hair spread out on the bed did he disintegrate into black particles and disappear.

【Good night. 】

He heard the black ghost respond gently.

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