After doing all this, Owen's face turned extremely pale, and his body began to tremble unconsciously, as if he had injected himself with poison.

His chest began to heav, and the feeling of suffocation hit his throat, making him feel breathless.

Without bothering to see how Thirteen reacted, Owen staggered to the window, opened it suddenly, and the cold wind blew in from the outside and hit Owen in the face, which made him feel much more sober, and the nausea feeling stuck in his throat began to subside.

After breathing for a long time, Owen finally calmed down quietly, but his heart still beat violently.

Reaching out and slowly closing the window, Owen let out a long breath as he looked at the shadow of his face reflected in the glass.

He knew that neither he nor others would forgive him after tonight, and all his future would be completely interrupted.

At this moment, his status as a famous physician and scholar has faded, and he is just a murderer.

However, Owen did not feel the slightest remorse in his heart when he thought of this, he felt that he had done the right thing in this life, and if the heavens had turned the light back, he would still have made such a choice.

Thinking of this, Owen showed a reluctant, complicated smile in front of the glass, and this smile was given to himself, as an affirmation to himself.

However, in the next moment, Owen's smile suddenly froze there, and there was an extremely frightened look in his eyes.

The window glass not only faintly reflected his face, but also another young girl's face.

Thirteen！

Owen only felt his throat suddenly tighten, as if an invisible force was choking it from the inside out, making it impossible to breathe.

For the first time, Owen thought it was his own dazzle, but the reflection of the glass was so real. Could it be that Thirteen's ghost wants to ask for his life?

Owen was more inclined to the possibility of the latter, but one move by the other party completely shattered all of Owen's illusions.

Thirteen lifted a hand, and then it was the syringe that Owen had just discarded.

Thirteen glanced at the syringe and said, "C34H47NO11? What is this? I have too little knowledge, and I hope you can help me answer my questions." ”

Owen closed his eyes in pain, and now he could only admit a very strange but extremely realistic thing.

Thirteen didn't die!

It took a long time for Owen to turn around with difficulty, his face had turned red from the lack of breath, and he looked at Thirteen with a trembling gaze full of despair.

Thirteen looked at Owen with a faint smile and winked at him a little mischievously, his eyes full of questions, apparently urging him to answer the question he had just asked.

"U... Aconitine—" Owen said to him with difficulty.

"Oh, I see. Thirteen nodded, obviously familiar with the name.

"No wonder I feel a little numb. Thirteen seemed to be talking to himself, but it was hard to see any signs of poisoning in his body based on his calm mental state and physical reactions.

"For... Why—" Eventually, Owen couldn't help but ask Thirteen, his voice shaking.

However, Thirteen still heard Owen's question clearly, shook the syringe in his hand and said, "Are you asking why I didn't die of poisoning?" Haha, to be honest, I don't know, maybe your dose is not enough." With that, Thirteen tossed the syringe aside.

Owen's spirit completely collapsed, and he looked at the lively Thirteen, and finally spat out two words.

"Devil!"

Thirteen's eyes flashed with resentment when she heard this, but she suppressed this emotion, and then Owen said, "I just want to know, I have no grievances with you, why did you kill me?"

"Just because you're a devil!" Owen growled, but his growl was more like a tangled struggle due to excessive fear.

"Your presence is me... No! it's all of us in our lives... No! Probably the biggest mistake ever made in human history! I'm going to correct the whole mistake, so... So I'm going to ruin you!" Owen's eyes were full of blood-red color.

Thirteen nodded, and then said to Owen, "Whether I'm the devil in your mouth or the biggest mistake in human history, I just want to ask: 'Do you blame me?'"

These three short words left Owen speechless.

Do you blame me?

Of course not!

Owen knew very well in his heart that the reason for this mistake was not the mistake itself, but the fault of everyone in the entire welfare institute and institute, and this mistake was made by all of them, and no one is aware of it to this day.

Thirteen looked at Owen with blazing eyes and continued, "Since it's not my fault, why kill me?"

Why?

Owen's spirit completely collapsed, and he sat down leaning against the window, tears streaming down his eyes, first sobbing softly, and then into a howling cry.

The heart-rending cry resounded throughout the ward.

Thirteen looked at Owen who was crying bitterly, his eyes were indifferent, there was no trace of pity, but there was no trace of anger and hatred.

At this moment, Thirteen is like an emotionless puppet.

"Sayuri likes you very much, and I feel very sorry for you. After a long time, Thirteen suddenly spoke, and her words stopped the crying Owen, who looked at Thirteen with red eyes.

"For her sake, I won't kill you. Thirteen said lightly, then a smile on his face.

"I wonder if my decision was a mistake?" Thirteen said softly.

Then he turned around and pushed open the door of the hospital room and walked out, leaving only a stunned Owen in the room.

...

When Yuan Jing rushed to the rooftop of the building, Thirteen was standing at the edge of the rooftop, looking up at the moon in the night sky, which was gradually becoming fuller.

"Thirteen!" Yuan Jing exclaimed, his footsteps stopped, and he didn't dare to move forward any further.

Hearing this, Thirteen slowly turned his head sideways, looked at Yuan Jing and said, "Don't worry, since aconitine can't kill me, I have no intention of understanding my life in this way." Then he looked at the moon in the sky again.

"The moon is really mediocre tonight. Thirteen used an elusive word.

Hearing that Thirteen had no intention of committing suicide, Yuan Jing breathed a long sigh of relief and said to Thirteen: "I just learned about Owen's matter, don't worry, we will give you an explanation." ”

"Say?" Thirteen seemed to hear one of the humorous jokes in the world.

"What you owe me, how can one claim settle it?" said Thirteen coldly.

"I've long been tired of this kind of life, and to be honest, the reason why I've survived until now is nothing more than just one person. ”

Yuan Jing knew that Thirteen was referring to ZERO.

"For his sake, I will endure all the suffering. So rest assured, I'll help you with your experiments. Thirteen made her assurance.

"Tonight, though, I just want to stand here and watch the moon for a while. ”