When he woke up, Helo found that he had changed into a clean suit, and Sayaro was nowhere to be found, leaving only the blazer and a small communication terminal.

He threw both things in the trash, went to the window and looked at the so-called school, which was completely closed, and found that even the sky above him was fake.

It was just a false image of a holographic projector shining on the arched protective net, but his gaze lingered on it for a while. A planet as bright as the sun hangs in the gorgeous and illusory canopy, and another tiny moon revolves around it.

Much like him and Sayero.

Helo sighed at the window, wrote Sayero's name stroke by stroke, put his lips on and kissed, closed his eyes like a drunk, and stroked the ring around his neck, the lingering temperature of last night seemed to still be there, and the kiss marks in his Adam's apple were still faintly painful, reminding him of how affectionate Sayero was, and the fierce and wanton strength with which he entered him, as if he really ...... I love him very, very much.

Just remembering the way Sayaro was moved for him, he reacted sensitively again.

With a wry smile and a look at his dissatisfied, Helo grabbed the blazer he threw into the trash, held it in his arms, and sniffed the breath that belonged to Sayero as if he were addicted to drugs.

He is getting deeper and deeper, and he can't pull it out in this life.

He leaned his head back on the table, stretched his legs into the void like a prostitute, in exactly the same posture as last night, grabbed the sleeve of his suit and touched his crotch, imagining that it was the other party's hand soothing him, gasping softly with all kinds of amons, moaning into the air: "Can you hear me...... Sayero? ”

He was greeted by a silence, like the long days and nights he had spent alone for six years.

The heart fell heavily, and fell into a dark mire.

He stroked up and down through the fabric of his suit, his gestures were as rough as masochistic, and when he reached the high tide, he shouted as freely as he could, but his eyebrows were crumbling, and his throat was shaking incessantly, as if he was being tortured.

"Look, you've broken me... Master. I'm about to become your sex-slave. ”

Slowly recovering from his vertigo, he muttered to himself as he stared at the communication terminal in the trash can with a hoarse voice and red eyes.

He can't go on like this, he has to get out of here.

Since Sayaro wants to leave him behind, then let him never find him again.

Harrow thought to himself hatefully, and walked to the door, just in time to hear someone ring the doorbell.

He opened the door, and a boy in a ridiculous sailor suit stood in the doorway, with curly orange hair and a beautiful face that looked exactly like that of the famous child movie star Jille Burton.

"Hey, you're new here, right? My name is Gilill and I live next door to you, what's your name? ”

The boy bared a mouthful of white teeth, and it was the standard acting smile.

"Hello, Eaton." He replied lightly, and couldn't help but be glad that he hadn't been cultivated by Sayero into this kind of inflatable doll that seemed to come out of a mold.

He is an inflatable doll with personality.

Pulling the corners of his mouth mockingly, he took the uniform handed to him by the other party and changed into it, and walked out of the dormitory building, not hearing the vibration of the communication terminal.

"Eaton, what is your master's choice of specialty for you?"

Helo shook his head indifferently, stripped of the Sayero factor, he was really disgusted with the observance of the clone-slave duty. He looked at the ID card printed on his arm, and who knows what major Sayaro had chosen for him, maybe it was to learn to be an inflatable doll that didn't bother people?

Gilill led him into the palace-like school building, there was a row of terminals at the door, and various images were projected on the screen, and Gilill walked to one of them and swiped his ID, and a door immediately opened under the terminals, and a staircase led to the bottom.

An unbearable moan floated out of it, like a demon's lair.

"Are you coming too?"

Jimir smiled gleefully back at him. At this moment, Helo unexpectedly noticed a flash of sadness in his eyes. The fleeting expression was so real, it came from the depths of his soul, that it pierced his disguised carefree at once.

He was stunned, put his palm on the terminal, and the profession displayed on the screen was actually a policeman?

Can a clone be an enforcer? Apparently impossible.

Even children are aware of the legal provisions on the Kerung, who are deprived of all their human rights from birth in order to prevent them from becoming socially unstable.

At most, it's just playing the role of a police officer in that kind of virtual playground for some socially disgruntled guy to vent his anger.

At the end of the day, he had to thank Sayero. Thanks to him for giving him life, and for a short time to experience living like a normal person, he was sent here to be "protected".

It's just that it's better to die or disappear than to live like this.

If that were the case, maybe Sayero would remember him a little longer, just like Elling.

He stared at the screen for a long time, the thought grinding his heart like a file.

"Wait a minute, Gilill."

He quickly and silently typed down a string of codes, but a sudden electric current struck his neck, reaching the ring on his hand, flicking his fingers away, and trying again. He froze there in astonishment, then tried to pull the ring hard, only to find that it was tightly clasped on his finger and could not move, and then slammed his fist into the screen, his finger bones dripping with blood, and the sharp siren went off.

"There's a Kronn here's out of control!"

"Sayara! You bastard! Heloh gritted his teeth and roared.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Washington dc.

Stepping out of the marriage registry, Sayaro touched the monitor behind his ear, paused, and then switched to another line, but his eyes were on the ring finger - the same style meteorite ring he had given to a little guy. The unpolished surface shimmered with a pure halo that reminded him of the eyes that Heloh had gazed into him, like stars and like lakes that drowning in him.

Agents in their forties stared at it, intoxicated like a hairy boy in love. He lowered his head and kissed the ring, his slender eyebrows frowning emotionally in the shadows.

At this moment, a noisy signal sounded.

"Alex, our informant is waiting for you at the old factory of the military district, take him back to the headquarters immediately."

He followed the coordinates shown on his watch and walked into the interior of the factory not far ahead.

The copper wire mesh shields all electronic signals, making the entire dark space as quiet as a cemetery.

Footsteps across the snow-covered ground made a tiny crackling sound.

A skinny Asian man with his trouser pocket stepped out of a flying machine, jumped to the ground, and grinned at him with a lollipop in his mouth.

His face was unusually pale, his eyes were a little blue, but his expression was as ruffian as before.

"You're alive." Sayaro keenly sniffed out something was wrong, but he couldn't say what it was.

"Yes, I'm alive, old friend."

Ando opened his arms and embraced him earnestly.

"How did you escape from the Lost Ruins? What about the rest of the search and rescue team? ”

"Not long after you were captured, the ruins of the Lost Tomb are like blowing up a hornet's nest, where can you take care of us nobodies? Besides, those people were coming for you, and they didn't plan to do anything to us, so I took advantage of the chaos and fled back to the Thorn Heaven headquarters with the others. The news has reached the ears of the Governor of Thorns, and that your past identity has been revealed, and you cannot go back, but I am not suspected yet. As for Helo... I don't know what the Governor thinks, but he even asked about his whereabouts, and almost turned out on Isaiah as if he was very concerned about him. ”

"Isaiah didn't tell him about Elling?"

"Nope. I eavesdropped on their calls, and in addition to mentioning you, I was talking about their secret plans. After I arrive at the bureau, I will report on the contents of these plans. ”

Ando spread his hands, jumped on the flying machine, and smiled at him as he bit on the candy.

"Why, after so many years of friendship, you still can't believe me"

"There is no friendship in front of military secrets."

Sayaro glanced at him nonchalantly and started the engine.

"It's really comforting." Ando pouted, "I don't know how Helo can stand a brother like you, because he likes you so much...... By the way, how is the kid doing now? ”

"It's none of your business."

Sayaro's hard refusal made the other party feel a nose of dust.

"Hey, I've taken care of him for five years, even if you mind if I have a crush on him......"

"Shut up. One more word, I'll let you go down now. The aircraft staggered to the side, narrowly throwing out the person sitting in the co-pilot. Ando had no choice but to shut up and change the subject knowingly, "Is your body okay?" ”

"It's okay for now."

Looking at the CIA headquarters building getting closer and closer, Ando lowered his voice: "There is something I must remind you. I've tested the stuff in your body, and it's not something that can be eliminated by the ordinary 'Flower of Evil' virus, and you can only inject serum regularly to suppress it, otherwise the consequences are unimaginable. If the CIA finds out about your abnormality, I'm afraid they will isolate you, right? ”

"I know that." Shayero glanced at him obliquely, took a bottle of potion from his pocket and threw it to him, "Eat it." ”

"To help me pass guò polygraph? But is this an attitude of asking for help? Ando slowly twisted open the pill bottle and walked up, "I said, shouldn't you bribe me with some favor, sir?" ”

"I'm in the hospital, and I'm still unconscious."

Ando snorted, chewing on a lollipop and muttering, "No sincerity at all." Sayero, do you know that your guy's psychological camouflage skills are indeed top-notch, but you can't lie about this kid. I'll tell you the truth, I can't snatch him away from you. ”

"I'll take you to him in a few days."

"I want to know where he is."

Ando twisted a pill with two fingers and urged silently.

Sayaro was silent for a moment and lowered the flying machine to the ground: "I don't like people threatening me. ”

"Don't say it so ugly......"

Ando bit the pill and was caught off guard by the other party's wrist and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hey, hey, that's a foul!"

He coughed dryly a few times, and was forced to swallow as Sayra's phalanges pressed against his throat.

"He's in a school in New York."

"Which school...... Hello you! you...... Isn't that the same as not saying it? ”