"Why can he eat it?" suddenly there was a very discordant voice.

It was C, a little fat man, and Brody didn't know his name yet, but he didn't need to know it, because from now on only C would be enough.

The doctor was stunned, he didn't expect to be questioned.

"We all get food according to our own ability, why should he?" c, who was about ten years old, was looking like he was eating with a greasy face, and was pointing at Brody with the same oily finger.

B nodded his head as if he were the same enemy.

Olivia, A didn't say anything, she was full, and she was taking small sips of juice.

Although she didn't say anything, the curvature of the corners of her mouth had been distorted, in fact, she could feel her faint smugness when she sat there at the earliest.

And, when Brody did everything, the instant joy.

Syllable!

The little fat man covered his face and fell to the ground, looking at the doctor with a frightened face, and the latter slapped the little fat man in the face as soon as he finished speaking.

Like a big balloon, it was shot away.

His face was instantly swollen like an eggplant, the blood and oil at the corners of his mouth were mixed and flowed down, and he held half a chicken leg in his hand, not daring to move.

"Never question what I say. He took off his oil-stained white gloves and threw them on the little fat man's head, turning to look at all the children.

Originally, when they were in their early years, those children were actually angry, and everyone was also unsuccessful, so why could they enjoy the gifts of the successful.

Is he the child of a doctor, or is he the child of some dignitary?

According to their age, most of these children are only in the second or third grade of primary school, the children of the poor are sensible, and the children of the rich are well-informed, and even if they do not have so much social experience, they already know when not to talk nonsense.

Especially after a few bloody examples.

C, on the other hand, may not know, or simply don't want to share the reward of his success with others.

So, he is now lying on the ground.

c I don't know what I should do, admit my mistake or continue to lie down.

"I'm full. ”

Brody suddenly said, "I haven't eaten these things, and I don't want to eat them, it's their stuff." ”

He looked directly into the doctor's face, and there was stubbornness in his eyes.

The doctor frowned, but was not angry.

"Well, then, according to the rules," he said aloud to everyone, "there are 30 letters in German, and I will use only those 26, and I will finally pick them out of your group of children and give you names." ”

He looked at C and rebuked, "Lie there and wait for me to invite you back?" ”

C hurriedly sat back, still holding the chicken leg in his hand, but he didn't dare to eat it, and his whole body was trembling.

"There are four people who have their own names now," he said to Brody, "and your name will be Z from now on." ”

Brody didn't say anything, and it was useless for him to resist, it was nothing more than that he knew it was himself when he called Z, and the name Brody would only be known to him in the future.

After a lot of tossing, the three of them had no intention of eating, and most of the turkey was left on the plate.

Actually, kid

The children were taken to their rooms, and the three children who passed were carried to the upper floor, where the big boy who let out the flames, was carried by a group of white coats, and it was not known what would greet them.

"Follow me. The doctor said to Brody.

Without waiting for him to answer, he walked towards the cabin of the ship.

All eyes were on him, and Brody felt like he was about to be ignited by his gaze, and he didn't like the feeling of being watched by everyone, so he hurried to follow the doctor.

It was supposed to belong to the doctor's own cabin, and the room was very clean, unlike the current ships that were full of electronic devices, except for the communicator next to the hatch, which was not much different from the ordinary resident's room.

The thick books on the shelves by the wall have been torn apart.

"Sit down. The doctor pointed to the wooden chair, went straight to the shelf, pulled out a book, and read it carefully.

Brody sat in her chair, not knowing what to do.

"What's your name. ”

“z。 ”

The doctor smiled, "This name will be enforced from tomorrow, and you can still use your own name tonight." ”

“brody。 ”

"That's a good name," the doctor pulled out the bench and sat beside him, "do you know why you're here?"

"You want to find God. ”

"God?" repeated the doctor, "it's not a very appropriate word, but it sounds beautiful." Well, I'm looking for God, so do you think you're God?"

"I'm not. Brody didn't even think about it, "I can't do those magical abilities, I can't put fire on fire, I can't freeze into ice." ”

The doctor lit the tungsten lamp in the room, and the entire cabin was shrouded in a warm yellow glow.

"God, like the light shining on the earth, illuminates every corner of this world, whether it is the so-called fire or ice, is far from this charm. God is the same, ABC they, far from being gods, they are not even qualified to be servants of God,"

"What kind of person can be considered a human being?"

The doctor looked into Brody's eyes and said very seriously, "If God comes into the world, the world will kneel down to welcome his return." ”

Brody didn't understand what the doctor said, and he didn't understand what the doctor said later.

However, the doctor didn't intend to make Brody really understand, and it didn't take long to let him go.

Brody crouched in the corner again, this was the first time he thought about life, it may not be his age, but for Brody, it was already necessary to think about everything he had been through.

At this time, he is like a male protagonist who appears in the middle, setting everything outline, but forgetting to arrange the golden finger after writing.

Of course, Brody didn't see it either.

He leaned against the cold bulkhead, clutching the moldy cup.

When he really calmed down, he began to be afraid. Olivia, who look exactly like herself, how can they do those magical things?

He vividly remembered that Olivia looked into his eyes before being taken away.

It's like saying, "Brody, wait, I'll make you look good!"

He doesn't know

Bai, why is it that both officers and doctors are very interested in him. Is it because of his own eyes?744"4, the symbol of the devil?

Or maybe what they're looking for is a demon.

Brody didn't dare to think about it anymore, he seemed to be standing on top of the abyss, and he would fall to pieces at any moment.

The bloody eyes on the walls were still there, and for some reason, Brody felt as if the pupils of those eyes had shifted their position.

Yesterday they were all looking straight ahead of them, but today, they all seemed to be turning around a little bit in the corner of the room.

Turned to the corner where Brody leaned.

Brody tried to cover his eyes, but the sensation was so strong that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't ignore the bloody gaze and let himself fall asleep.

I don't know how much time had passed, but Brody looked up, his neck stiffened from the long bow.

It was dark in the room, but it was bright outside, and the moon was exceptionally bright today, reflecting a shimmering light on the quiet sea.

The moonlight shone in through the portholes, and one of them entered the cabin, barely able to see the surrounding scenery.

Those eyes, are they looking at themselves?

It was the same pair of pupils that Brody had stood yesterday and had scrutinized carefully.

Even though the room was very dark, Brody could still feel that the pupils of those eyes had clearly turned in this direction.

The eyelidless, crimson pupils were staring at him.

Brody fell asleep for a moment, kicking the floor hard, curling up in the corner, eager to embed himself in it. The temperature around her felt much lower, and Bordy wrapped herself in a quilt, leaking only her eyes.

But even so, he still didn't have any sense of security. He could clearly feel that behind those eyes, there was a man standing, looking at him through those eyes.

He had his own parents, former neighbors, and many, many others he didn't know.

However, whenever the image of a person appeared in his mind, that person was covered in blood.

Are they looking at themselves through these eyes?, Brody shuddered as she looked into those eyes, trying to find some familiar sensation.

The night was so difficult that Brody didn't even dare to close his eyes, for fear that when he opened them again, his big blood-red eyes would look at him seriously.

“bordy？”

Bordy suddenly twitched and jumped up like an electric shock, sweat drenching his whole body in an instant.

What was the sound just now, someone calling his name?

He was already a little sleepy, but he was extremely awake at this time, and he heard it clearly, it was definitely his name.

In this room, besides him, were the eyes of those ugly blood paintings.

Could it be those eyes?

Goosebumps were up, all the hairs were blowing up, and Brody's heart was beating faster than ever, as if it could jump out of his mouth at any moment.

Tears fall drop by drop, time passes by second, and everything doesn't seem to change?

Could it be that she had misheard, Brody asked herself.

“brody？”