The supply cabin was filled with the smell of ham sausage, and the bionic chef on the ship was of a Michelin level, and Helo felt his stomach finally wake up from its dormant state the moment he sat down, and he devoured it regardless of the image, and stunned the white eagle on the other side, looking at the white fangs in front of him, and the beastly beauty who was biting the bloodshot steak in front of him, until the nightingale slapped him on the head.

In the blink of an eye, the steak was cleaned up by Helo.

He eats fast, a bad habit he developed in the orphanage. If he didn't eat the food ration quickly, he would be snatched away by others and starving, so he would swallow the food even if it was as unpalatable as dog food. For this reason, Sayaro trained him a lot, but he couldn't screw him over after all.

"This kid ...... to Sayero last night"

As soon as he let go of his hand, Ando had the momentum to let loose his words, and Helo pressed his head on the plate on the table and sat down slowly: "Does anyone know... What is X212? ”

Ando raised a hand tremblingly, and by the way, he brushed off the pasta on his face, and his expression became very subtle: "That's ...... The name of a serum. ”

"Why did you suddenly ask about this?" The nightingale's voice sank, obviously thinking of something.

The light above his head seemed to flicker, and Helo had an ominous premonition in his heart, and his teeth tightened involuntarily, "What is that serum used to restrain you?" ”

"Neurological Viral Infection ......"

Ando pushed his glasses thoughtfully, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "I participated in the development of this medicine when I was working in Japan. It is used to restrain the 'Tomb of the Gods'. ”

"You were too young to know what the 'Tomb of the Gods' was, but it had two more well-known nicknames called 'Devil's Fruit.'"

"You're missing one." The nightingale interjected, "-'The Flower of Evil'." ”

"The Flower of Evil"..."The Flower of Evil".

Helo snorted. Sayaro seems to have mentioned this word in his logbook, and he also seems to have heard words such as "suppression" and "restraint".

A chill crept up his spine, and Helo's mind flickered back to the news that had been broadcast on the orphanage's radio screen fifteen years earlier, and the sirens that had sounded day and night.

It was a horrific catastrophe, a strange contagion that spread around the world with biological and chemical weapons dropped by the neo-Nazi military in World War III.

The flower of sin bears the fruit of ruin.

It couldn't be more aptly named.

It is like a plague that causes many people to unconsciously change in their sleep, attacking others like wild beasts - their attacks are not limited to killing, but also to the madness of beasts.

Massacres, rape, and even cannibalism, even the dying elderly and unarmed young children.

Traditionalists who believe in religion say that this is one of the ten heavenly curses recorded in the Bible, in order to punish those who lost their faith after the war and instead regard extraterrestrial meteorite rain as a miracle, as well as the high-ranking government officials who misused the technology of the Kelon to create an army and brutally suppressed civilians who tried to migrate to other terrestrials.

This neurotoxin, which can distort human nature, is a stimulant that destroys a person more than any drug, amplifies the dark and evil desires that are suppressed in the heart, and thus inspires all kinds of terrible acts of violence.

It is as if they have become a different species from humans, but they have retained their social habits, which allows the sick infected with the "flower of evil" to gather together like cultists, like the fruit of sin sprinkled all over the desolate earth, and from the rotten soil of corpses, patches of deformed flesh and blood bloom.

Helo had seen the chaos that had taken place near the orphanage with his own eyes.

He always remembered the desperate face of a girl who came to them outside the glass for help.

At that time, no one was willing to help, so the infected people of the "Flower of Evil" who heard the sound took turns to mutilate and finally tear it into pieces, and burned it on the fire like a sacrifice, and reveled around her broken corpse.

Fortunately, this ferocious virus was stopped after the Interstellar Alliance military concentrated on clearing the nests of those infected, and it has not broken out again for many years.

It was only recently - after a mysterious meteorite rain - that there were rumors that such cases had been found in cheap areas with underdeveloped medical care, which stirred up panic.

A thin layer of sweat broke out in his palm, and he casually pinched the coffee cup on the table and tightened his fingers.

――What does Sayaro mean he needs to be injected with this serum?

"Did he have that virus?"

Ando heard his baby cup "click" and cracked in the palm of the other's hand.

"Don't get excited...... Ando handed him a piece of paper painfully, shook his head, and put on a rare serious look: "I'm also worried about this, so I tested Sayero's blood sample last night, but strangely, I didn't find a toxin similar to the "Divine Tomb" in his body, and his physical condition is unbelievably normal...... Stronger than a living person. ”

Helo let go of the cup and absentmindedly rubbed his swollen brow with a hand dripping with blood, leaving a shocking red mark on his ivory-colored cheeks.

"He was originally a living person, and his body was modified and strengthened, so he was originally stronger than a normal person." Grabbing a piece of the cup, he stared at the inappropriately worded but gushing guy, and put his hand on the back of the other's hand half-threateningly, "Go on, Mr. Ando Shaosa, please speak in more detail." ”

"Just a slip of the tongue." Ando's throat tightened, and he swallowed.

"In short, Sayaro is a virus immune body, and his internal organs have been replaced with perfect artificial organs." He shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "Otherwise, he wouldn't have survived the battlefield fifteen years ago." Even if he comes into direct contact with the pathogen of the 'Flower of Evil', it is impossible for him to be infected......"

"But in the log footage, he mentions the word 'flower of evil'." Helo muttered faintly, his bloodstained face growing pale.

"Maybe it's a homonym?" Ando comforted him.

"Are you an idiot for me?" Helo frowned.

"It's not impossible. Unless he receives a large dose of high-purity virus stock solution and introduces it from a vein, avoiding the microarray detection in the body. Nightingale spat out a sentence lightly, lit an e-cigarette between his lips, and plucked the cigarette butt, "This is something that only he can do." ”

She paused, "But why would he do that?" Injecting yourself with the virus, do you make yourself a real yàn? Sayaro is not an anti-human pervert like Ando, he is a guy who is too rational to be human. ”

"Maybe that's the case." Helo muttered, his body temperature dropping to freezing.

"Reason to the point of terrible"... How could it not?

Even in the face of him. No matter how much he insinuated, Sayaro would never go beyond the thunder pool and lock their relationship firmly in the word "brother", even if he had experienced that unusual concern countless times, it seemed that he could never cross the line that the other had clearly drawn.

It is precisely because of this rationality that Sayaro may do something beyond the imagination of ordinary people in extreme situations.

He did that. In order to survive, dozens of bullets were dug out of the body with their bare hands.

And one more, Helo.

And one more. Under my left shoulder blade, you're going to have to cut it open. You can do it, don't you?

Good boy. The man whispered in silence, shoving the blood-stained knife into his palm, the cold metal chrome making his palm hurt.

Helo closed his eyes, shooing out the bloody and painful memories that came to his mind.

"Hey, who do you say this woman is a pervert?" Ando dissatisfiedly clasped the table with his bone knuckles.

"You." The woman's red lips exhaled a puff of smoke, "Helo, Sayero's condition is still unknown, I propose that we set sail quickly and leave this planet to go to the colonization satellite of Thorn Paradise." There are hospitals there. ”

Ringing in his ears, Helo felt the information pierce his skull like a needle, desperately poking through the joy he had regained from that scarf.

"White Eagle, Lone Wolf, Gu Kun, you go and check if all the parts are working properly, we will set sail tomorrow and go to the "Thorn Paradise" nearest to us, the base ship has sunk, and it makes no sense for us to stay here. ”

Nightingale tugged at the twitching corners of her lips: "Indeed, in Sayero's case, the sooner you can contact Thorn Heaven, the better. The damn wormhole devours all the signals they send us. We've been out of touch for days, and we've been heard from for at least half a year, according to the time on Earth. ”

"I raised my hands and feet and agreed that it was long overdue to go to the colony. I'm going to have to relax with this body, I've heard that there are a lot of Clon slave beauties there. Ando stretched, hooked one arm to the shoulder of the young man who was searching for the coordinates of the colony on the glass screen and planning the route, pinched the other party's chin, and his lips pressed insolently close to the low-hanging silver eyelashes, "Although it is not as good as you......"

Before he could finish speaking, his voice was choked back by a blow to the abdomen.

Comparing him to the Krons is a scar to Helo.

In order to expand the population after the war, the technology of the Crons was highly abused, and a large number of Crons were created to exist as the "foundation" for the reconstruction of the new world.

Due to the defective genes, he is frail and sickly, and his appearance is very special, it is very rare in this era when genetic technology has developed to the point that the future height of the embryo can be predicted in the mother's body, so he was often ostracized when he first entered high school, and those who oppressed him said that he was like those genetically unsound crolons made in batches, and he was also a defective product that was not up to par, and even more excessive, saying that he was a pet slave raised by Sayero, and every time Saya Luo came to pick him up at school, someone pointed fingers behind his back.

Because of this, he has had many disputes with others.

Ignoring the guy who was wailing after being punched by him, he walked outside the conference cabin with a stiff face: "The route has been planned, I'll go sleep." ”

Ando clutched his abdomen and bent over, "I'm also... Breaks are needed. ”

What no one saw was that in the surveillance camera, the figure in the medical cabin moved, and the flexible restraint belt on his body made a small cracking sound.

There was a lingering scent in the air, hooking his breath like a spider's silk. The man's clean, sharp voice from a moment ago seemed to linger in his ears, an awl that struck his ice-like sanity, chiseling a dangerous crack into his already fragile defenses.

Sayaro tried his best to restrain the dark and thick torrent flowing through his body, and his tense muscles spasmed slightly, like the roots of a tree in desperate need of rain wrestling beneath the surface.

"Click".

One by one, the restraints broke apart.

He opened his eyelids, his pupils shrunk to the size of pinheads.