"Elling... Elling ......"

A voice called softly in the silence.

Who is it? Who is calling the name? He's not Ailing at all! Stop shouting! Stop it!

The skull was swollen and painful, and Helo screamed silently in his brain, but his body trapped in the medical chamber only let out a very small tremor. His head was encased in a net-like instrument, and his blonde hair was like a clump of aquatic plants in the nutrient solution, floating and swaying with the swaying of his head.

"Bigger up the index."

Isaiah looked down at the figure in the cabin and ordered the AI on the side.

His fingers kept tapping against the glass, and a ring made of burned ashes on his ring finger made a slight click. The sound sounded like a musical instrument to him.

He closed his eyes in revelation, only to hear staccato shouts coming from the glass cabin.

"Brother... Sayero......"

He slammed his fist into the glass hatch and stared at the artificial intelligence, his electronic eyes flashing like bursts.

"What's going on?!"

"If we continue to increase the current index, I'm afraid he'll die because he can't bear the radiation, my lord. His self-consciousness is very stubborn, and can only be temporarily blocked to accommodate the instructions you set to import them. The human brain is a very complex thing that can't be as mechanical as an artificial intelligence, but I'm sure that as long as he wears this neural controller, he will think he is Ai Ling and follow your commands. ”

"Really?"

Isaiah's face immediately turned cloudy and clear, and he smiled happily.

He picked up a cherry from the wine glass and put it in his mouth, and looked at the people in the glass cabin who were struggling more and more fiercely, and the emotion in his eyes became more and more intense.

"I want all the good memories of me and Elin to be written into his brain."

"That's got to connect your nerves."

"Come on, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Isaiah leaned lazily on the chaise longue and raised his head, his throat rolling a few times, swallowing the mellow fruit in his mouth, his slender eyes half-narrowed, like the serpent that had tempted Eve.

In the quiet space, the sound of books turning over from time to time was mixed with the whispers of people.

Sounds like a library.

Where is this?

Helo opened his eyes, and in the sunlight not far away, sat a figure who was flipping through a book, with blond hair glowing with a soft sheen, and a pair of glasses on his face, and a pair of blue eyes behind the lenses.

It was his own face. He froze. No, that's not him. Then he realized that this was the man - he was the reason for his existence in this world, the source of his genes.

Ailing.

Just as the mirror meets the body, the sense of disillusionment has never been stronger. Burned by the quiet and serene appearance of the blonde youth, he instinctively closed his eyes to escape, but at the same time developed a strong curiosity. I want to see what kind of person Sayero has been thinking about is like.

The thought filled his mind, driving him to open his eyes again, and unconsciously move closer to Elein's figure. Is this in another dimension? Will Sayaro be here?

Hero looked around, clenching his fists, a sense of contradiction tearing at his heart.

Surrounded by rows of shelves of paper books, which ceased production at the end of the last century, are now considered valuable antiques that can only be found in the most prestigious schools.

It seems that Ailing is not like him, but an outstanding honor student. Helo thought to himself.

"Good news, a crack has opened in his nerve wall, Lord Isaiah."

"Go on. Induce him to delve into my memory. Isaiah chuckled faintly.

The indescribable magnetic field attracted Hero to approach Ai Ling silently, and he was like a ghost that did not exist in this space, so that Ai Ling was unaware. So he discovers the secret in Elling's hands. It wasn't a book, it was a mobile terminal disguised as a book. As Elling's fingers wandered across the paper, the tiny lead words quickly changed like swarms of ants.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps beside me.

The small characters on the book seemed to be alarmed by this movement, and they were neatly arranged at once.

"Teacher Ailing, why are you here alone?"

A familiar voice poured into Helo's collar like a cold wind, causing him to shiver.

Isaiah, it turned out to be Isaiah! Helo looked at the figure in horror, his scalp was numb, and the young man who walked out of the shadows to the sun had long chestnut hair elegantly tied behind his head, and he was wearing an aristocratic shirt and vest, which looked elegant and retro. His eyes were still intact at this time, and he looked at Elling's eyes with admiration and tenderness, not at all like a neo-Nazi officer.

Ai Ling raised his head, closed the book, and smiled back: "Isaiah-san." ”

The wind blew his blonde hair, making him look like a dazzling angel, and the young man who walked up to him bent down and kissed the back of his hand like a pilgrim. The sunlight cast the moment into an oil painting, but Ailing retracted her hand uncomfortably, frowning a little worriedly, "This is not the place you should be, Isaiah Lucas. Only teachers are allowed to enter here. ”

"But I have a question for you, my dear mentor." Isaiah grinned, smirked and raised his eyebrows, like a stubborn and rebellious middle school student—perhaps he was now.

Unable to believe that this brutal pervert had ever had such an intersection with Elling, Heloh became more and more curious.

"Say, what's the problem?" Ailing looked up and looked at the other patiently.

Isaiah was still smiling, but his eyes were serious: "Would you like to associate with me?" ”

Ai Ling looked at him for a moment with a serious look like an elder, "Are you kidding me?" ”

Isaiah's face sank, and he picked up a pen in his hand: "Am I joking?" ”

Arling got up from his chair, picked up the book, and reached for the pen that Isaiah was holding in the palm of his hand, but was grabbed by the other man's hand. Isaiah's fingers were like a slippery, cold snake, staring at the young man in front of him with fascination, his gaze piercing through the lenses and straight into his eyes.

Ai Ling was stunned.

In a moment of distraction, Isaiah pulled out his pen, rolled up his sleeve, and slashed it on his arm, which was mottled and covered with similar marks.

"This is the tenth time you've rejected me, Mr. Ailing."

Helo's heart throbbed like resonance.

That kind of paranoid, desperate love... He found a similar shadow in a devil.

"I'll be waiting for you, Mr. Ailing. I don't want to coerce you, I just want you to remember me...... Soon, I will be graduating, leaving here to join the army at my father's behest. It would be a lifelong regret for me not to get your attention before then. ”

The young cadet confessed urgently, his eyes so affectionate that he could choke people's breath.

All he responded to was a helpless sigh: "You will be a great warrior, Isaiah." But tomorrow, I'm going back to the United States. The situation in Germany is getting more and more chaotic, and I can't stay here anymore."

"No, no! Teacher Ailing, please stay here! My family can shelter you! No one can hurt a single hair, I swear in the name of the Custer family!"

Isaiah grabbed him by the shoulders and crumbled his bones.

Ailing only stared at him silently for a moment, and there seemed to be an invisible force in that gaze, forcing Isaiah to slowly let go of his hand, and finally hung down weakly, his hand still clutching the pen.

Then Ailing pushed him away and walked out.

The entire space suddenly twisted and shattered, and with a deafening popping sound, it shattered into dust, and Herro immediately found himself in another place in an instant.

Overhead, there were whizzing combat ships, bombs falling from the sky one after another, blasting the ground into huge collapses one after another, and a crashed spaceship made a terrible sound before it exploded in front of its eyes.

A figure struggled out of the spaceship and was carried onto a lifeship by the speeding ambulances. Helo followed them inside, and saw the dying wounded being placed in the medical cabin.

The cold disinfectant spray washed away the black smoke from his body, revealing the man's crimson neo-Nazi uniform, his long chestnut hair scorched, weakly panting, his eyes wide open, his hands raised trying to grasp something, the mottled scratches on his arms still visible.

Suddenly, the hatch opened automatically, and a man who looked like a military doctor walked in through the door.

He wore a glass visor, but Herro could still tell at a glance who it was.

He looked down at the people in the medical chamber and suddenly grabbed his hand that was fumbling in the void.

"It's me. Isaiah Lucas... Hold me up. ”

In an instant, the dying man's eyes burst into a blazing light: "Ailing... Is that you, Ailing? You... How did you end up here? ”

"After the outbreak of the war, I was stranded in Germany, because I was studying biomimetic technology, I was forcibly integrated into the army, and now I am a logistics staff of the 7th detachment, responsible for rescue work."

Ailing closed the medical hatch, but the people inside still didn't let go of his hand.

He looked down at him hesitantly, but finally bent down, lifted the mask on his face, and kissed the other party's lips comfortingly, his light golden eyelashes like softly falling feathers: "What's the problem, I'll ask when you wake up, I'll always be here." ”

Isaiah closed his eyes contentedly, and had the most beautiful dream of his life, unaware that it was a cold lie.

Already vaguely sensing what was going to happen, Helo couldn't help but shiver all over his body.

He watched as Elin hacked the ship's systems from the medical terminal, detonated it in the air, and then flew back to the headquarters of the neo-Nazi army in a lifeboat carrying the unconscious Isaiah, disguised as a survivor who bravely saved the son of President Lucas, the leader behind the neo-Nazi forces.

From then on, Elin became Isaiah's confidant. They are almost inseparable, like a pair of real lovers, the evil fruit is quietly fermented in lies, but it blooms into a beautiful and gorgeous flower.

So when it was withered and dilapidated, it was thrilling.

Crystal lamps littered the grand ballroom, where neo-Nazi soldiers dressed in elaborate suits and gowns danced with vigorous steps, and in the midst of it, Hero saw Elling and Isaiah. Their posture is both lingering and dueling, and between light and shadow, they transform into angels and demons who are inseparable from each other on the mural. That scene was moving.

If it weren't for Isaiah's words to learn what had happened to Aering, Heloh would have felt that he would have been moved by the image before him.

But at this time, where he is and why he sees these things is what he is most concerned about.

Helo looked around and caught a casual glimpse of a familiar figure in the crowd, and was startled—a man who looked like a neo-Nazi officer was dancing by the hand of a female soldier.

It turned out to be Sayero.