"I'll help you to the medical district!"

The young man who had escaped death grabbed him from his unsteady standing, and without allowing him to refuse, he beat him up and hugged him horizontally, and rushed into the warship as fast as he could. Listening to the beating heartbeat in the other party's chest like a drum next to him, Helo's heart was mixed.

So far, Sayero is the only one who has hugged him like this, and now he has grown into a twenty-one-year-old man, if Sayero still does this to him, he will feel embarrassed, and now he is being held in the arms of a hairy boy in his teens, which makes him feel a little weird.

Before White Eagle could stand firm, Herro staggered to his feet and lay down in the medical cabin.

A spray of disinfectant sprayed in his face, and Helo had to close his eyes and purse his lips as the mechanical arms ripped off his clothes.

The mist was steaming under the transparent glass hatch, looming the young man's naked/exposed body, and he lay on his side inside, blood dripping down his thighs, and it was shockingly gorgeous.

This posture is particularly seductive, and the adolescent boy thinks of the picture in the camera, and subconsciously turns his head, but the afterglow drills into the glass cabin as if he has been hooked.

The man's body with albinism was certainly not perfect, but at this moment, anyone who looked at it would feel that what was in front of him was not a living person, but a work of art made of ice carving, so fragile that it seemed to shatter at the touch of it, but the shattered posture must be thrilling and beautiful.

The white eagle stretched out his hand and looked through the glass at the demonic flying fish tattoo on the back of the person in front of him. The special silver dye made the tiny scales glow faintly in the dark, like a living creature that would leap up at any moment—if you ignored, of course, the steel nails that had been driven down the bulging spine of the youth.

What kind of obsession can support a person to undergo such a high-risk body modification surgery?

Cut the entire spine out of the body and nail it to artificially cultivated tissue?

He couldn't imagine what kind of pain the other party would suffer if those nails were loose or old.

It's all for the sake of being able to adapt to the harsh environment of outer space, for that person.

He was inexplicably curious about the man who tattooed Hlo in the video.

What's his name?

Sayero?

He'd heard of him as the rumored number one terror in the German neo-Nazi special forces in the interstellar nuclear war fifteen years ago, who was convicted of war and imprisoned after the war, and later released on bail by mysterious forces, and then joined the "Thorn Paradise" group and became their best humanoid weapon.

Are they brothers? But it's clear ...... It's not like a ...... at all

The white eagle stared at the young man's soft side face through the glass and thought to himself, and at this moment, the people inside moved. Fearing to be seen as a pervert who likes to spy on others, he slipped out embarrassedly.

-- The burnt smell of the laser-stitched skin and meat smells like barbecue.

Helo woke up after a brief moment of confusion with such a ridiculous idea.

Using the back of his hand to block the dazzling shadowless lamp, he slowly opened his eyes, and saw the wound on his leg from the reflection of the glass, the shocking bright red made him feel dizzy, and the hand holding the blood coagulant also trembled a little.

Have the courage to undergo such a high-risk major surgery, but be afraid to treat your own wounds... It's ridiculous.

"I won't allow you to get hurt again, Helo."

His heart was like a wet towel twisted into a knot, and he closed his eyes and bandaged the wound, his chest aching to death. The surging thoughts came so suddenly.

He pushed the medical pod open, walked out □□, and turned on the camera without getting dressed.

Frozen in a certain frame with Sayra's figure, he stared with wide eyes and motionless.

It was as if his gaze penetrated this small screen, and he could run towards Sayero beyond the barrier of time.

"Why do you carry this with you? Didn't you always treat me like a child? ”

"Why didn't you answer me that day? Why did you push me away and throw me down? ”

"I love you, brother......"

"I've been looking for you for too long, and where are you?"

"Where are you?"

He clutched the cold, speechless dead thing that had only connected the man to him for so many years, and his nasal cavity became irrepressibly wet, and his body, which was no longer weak, trembled. Looking in the mirror opposite, the young man with the silhouette of the first bloom seemed to have changed back to the appearance of ten years ago.

It's still the cowardly and timid child from many years ago.

But the hands that would protect him were long gone. If he could see it, he would probably make fun of it.

He winked self-deprecatingly and pressed the fast-forward button on the camera.

The back is also full of pictures about him.

Most of them were important moments that Sayaro spent with him, and there were scenes that he couldn't even remember, and after that, the content became a little unbelievable to him.

It was video and photographs taken without him noticing, and they were taken in great detail, including a clip taken while he was taking a shower, and even some kind of embarrassing behavior was recorded.

He lowered his head, wet all over, and his expression was ashamed and forbearing.

Who I was thinking about at that time, it goes without saying.

Can......

Even through the insurmountable distance of time and space, the unspeakable meaning is so strong that it is about to shatter the screen and rush to the face. His palms were so wet with sweat that he almost couldn't hold what was in his hands, his heart was beating so fast that even his eardrum was hammered, and he had to cover his chest to breathe smoothly, as if he had revealed some earth-shattering secret.

It's really...... Was it taken by Sayero?

He rubbed his eyes, fast-forwarded to 64x, and suddenly, the screen went pitch black.

Is there no power again? He patted the gadget that had suddenly failed, and saw a white dot of light flash in the darkness of the screen and disappear again. It managed to attract his attention, and as if it was deliberately testing his patience, and after a long time, the picture was still empty and dark, and there seemed to be nothing special.

But after a few moments of fast forward again, the point of light reappeared.

This time, the point of light became larger, he magnified the resolution to several times, and looked closely, it seemed to be the light from a lamp, and behind the light, there was a faint figure.

He looked at it carefully for a moment, and couldn't help but feel a little suffocated, and then a chill rose under his feet.

It was the back of a man standing in the darkness with his arms raised, a beam of light emanating from his wrist.

And for some reason, he felt that the man ...... Seems to be a lot like himself.

The wound suddenly tickled like a worm's bite, and a trace of electricity rushed up the base of the leg.

Helo jumped up from his chair, and the camera struggled several times in his palm, and finally fell to the ground with a successful retreat, and when he picked it up again, he had no reaction, and he couldn't open it.

He froze there in shock, his whole body cold, but his body was dripping with sweat like a fever.

Why does this camera capture footage from less than an hour or two ago? When did it appear in a warship? Has it been there all along? How did the nightingale pick it up?

"Click-" There was a sound of the hatch opening.