Underground, felony cells.

The place where Gu Lian had been to where Ziyuan was imprisoned and tortured was just the face of the door, and the further she went, the more mysterious and silent she became, and the smell of blood overflowed from the crack in the door, wafting with a sweet and sinful aura.

Somehow, however, in the innermost cell, the lights were closed and there was no blood. The CCTV in the hallway swung slowly and sluggishly, reflecting a circle of silver-gray light in the dim light, but it couldn't catch the movement inside the room.

The man working in the monitoring room yawned lazily, and he looked at the hundreds of brick-sized surveillance screens he was responsible for, and they were the same as this morning, yesterday, and thousands of days and nights. He covered his mouth again and yawned heavily, bored that his work was so easy and boring, and fell asleep again on his desk.

Unbeknownst to him, the video in a few rooms of the reciprocal cell had been looped several times since five hours earlier.

Heavy gasps and whispers of pain mingle with what should have been the norm in a felony cell, but it's tinged in with the occasional exclamation and low sobbing.

Their movements could not be hidden, but hours passed, and the guards who were supposed to patrol the hallways at intervals did not appear.

- He is now in the room where the felons are kept.

In the dark room, two bodies were entangled like snakes, the pale and thin man was aggressive, one pair of sharp and dark eyes were rendered by longing, while the other body was passively bearing, his eyes were misty, and his pleasure and pain were all controlled by the other party.

Gasped. Zhong Da vented again, and finally got enough to breathe, and closed his eyes for a while. Spare the guards who have long reached their limits. He rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, picked up a towel and wiped it briefly, and got dressed. His movements were fast, and in just a few moments, he had regained his usual composure. He looked at the person who was still together just now with indifference and contempt like looking at garbage, and his voice was piercing: "How long will you lie down?" ”

The guard's eyes moved, and he rose numbly and calmly. Washed, dressed, tall guards in front of this lame criminal. On the contrary, he seemed to be cowering and cowardly, and his soul withered.

- Putting an ordinary person in front of a soul master who is rare in the world is a tooth sacrifice for him, and it is really difficult to guess the true intentions of the high-level.

"Copy it. ”

Zhong Da stretched out his hands. Said coldly in a commanding tone.

The handcuffs were on the rugged wrists. On the contrary, it shows a kind of sharpness that is about to come out.

The two men who reappeared in the hallway, one after the other, came to another door as a guard escorting the prisoner. Without any command, the guard took out the key, checked the fingerprints and iris, and opened the copper wall.

Obviously, although this guard was involuntarily, he was not controlled by Zhong Da - or rather. It's not completely manipulated.

There are also different types of soul masters, although they completely swallow the soul of the other party. The image of making people marionettes is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and feared by everyone, but Zhong Da scoffs at this.

Because of its rarity, soul masters are both sought after and regarded as a thorn in the side, even if they are for the sake of self-preservation, they should hide themselves to the greatest extent. However, this kind of puppet will quickly expose the soul master himself, and the effect of the puppet ability without self-consciousness is difficult to survive, and the flaw is even greater when it is necessary to manipulate multiple characters.

Zhong Da has always swallowed only half of a person's soul, and supplemented by psychology, hypnosis, and communication, threatens and seduces all kinds of means to control a person, cultivate a right-hand man who will never betray, and plant his own people in various places.

Although the guard still has half of himself, he has been covered by the shadow of Zhongda, and the fear of carving an indelible scar in his heart will never turn over.

The guard who was broken into his heart is now just a slave of Zhongda, a dog, and he will only obey numbly if he is asked to commit suicide.

The door opened smoothly, without doubting the will of man.

Of course, there was no one else in the room except the dying man on the operating table.

Zhong Da saw his old friend's flamboyant and tacky purple hair, and paused at the door for a second. After that, he walked in as if nothing had happened, as if there were people lying here, whom he had never met.

"One day, I will find my peach blossom paradise. When he was a teenager, Shion swore and was full of spirit, and he would always pour cold water on him mercilessly: "Stupid idealist." ”

Every time, the young Shion would shout angrily: "Nasty gray utilitarian! It's because of people like you that I can't find the Peach Blossom Spring!"

Is that...... How many years ago was stupid? Zhong Da shook his head slightly, thinking back on this kind of thing, it was stupid in itself.

The guard consciously guarded the door, Zhong Da slowly walked to the side of the operating bed, and carefully stroked the aster inch by inch with his eyes, as if the godfather was baptizing his godson, something soft, sad and nostalgic rarely emerged from the light eyes that could not see human emotions, he chewed the old time carefully, and the breath around him had a softness that did not match his past.

Finally, he read it from head to toe and from foot to head, and sighed softly as if regretfully, his eyes were unusually calm: "Really, I still want to finish the farewell ceremony more calmly." ”

The tender time is over.

As he uttered the first syllable, his left hand thrust into Aster's head with a ferocity that was completely inaudible from his tone, holding a small silver knife like a swimming fish.

And at this time, Aster, who had always seemed to be sleepy, suddenly opened his eyes, his hateful gaze was like a quenched sword, and a purple boomerang flew out, whirling and piercing the air, rushing straight to Zhong Da's throat!

Either withdraw or die!

Shion's weak expression was imprinted with provocation and anger.

However, Zhong Da didn't choose either. He chose the third path, his hand turning slightly, and the sharp little silver knife slid towards Shion's defenseless neck without hesitation, and the position of his wrist happened to be in the direction of the boomerang.

Blood splatters.

Metal cut through the pale skin, and bright red blood splattered everywhere like a large cup of pomegranate juice. Shion's eyes widened, she looked at him in disbelief, and she tried to open her mouth, and tiny blood bubbles kept coming out of her severed throat: "You...... You are ...... What ......"

The words came to an abrupt end.

Zhong Da's left hand trembled slightly, uncontrollable, blood trickling through the wound, numbness after the pain. But his expression was as if nothing had happened, just a subtle smile, bloodthirsty and sad, sharp and soft, and raised his right hand to brush Shion's single eyelid.

"Actually, I don't hate idealists that much. ”

Zhong Da said softly.

"But in this world, idealists are dead. ”

Romantic, naïve, short-lived.

He's certainly a utilitarian through and through, but sometimes he's going to do things unexpectedly. He thought that since this world was not suitable for cultivating idealists, he might as well find the strongest one, and then let him escort him to see if he could keep one.

One is fine.

"Sir, your wound needs to be treated......" the guard couldn't help but say. He had seen too much torture and torture, and he had already seen that Zhong Da's left hand tendon was broken.

Soon after becoming a cripple, he lost his left hand forever.

"It's fine. Zhong Da shook his head slightly. Give Yu Qing a leg back, give Ziyuan a hand, and from then on, he has no one who is willing to make amends stupidly, only to be loyal to that person, either live or die.

The guard was about to say something more, and suddenly saw Zhong Da raise his right hand and signal him to be quiet, while he himself slowly raised his head and smiled as if he had been summoned by someone.

Completely different from Fang Cai's, the cruel and lonely smile - he is normal again.

"You're still calling me. He chuckled in a hoarse voice, infinitely cold. (To be continued.) )

PS:(づ ̄3 ̄)づThank you for the reward from Zhenkong~n\ Yesterday, I watched the anime "Miss Sakurako's Buried Body" and the manga Japanese drama "We Are All Dead", all of which were abandoned in a unified manner, and I feel that the SF setting of the neon country is also going to die...... Or is it ...... Ben-kun is old?

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