"He's a cold-blooded killer indeed." Ando muttered to himself.

Sayero's willpower is unimaginably powerful and wants to invade his brain...... It was definitely not an easy task, and the risk that Hlo had to take was unpredictable.

He pushed the frame, a little worried, but it was the only way to know what had happened to Sayero...... As Sayero's inside line in the Thorn Heaven, it was necessary for him to figure it out.

"Why don't you let me try?" Nightingale, who has always had an indifferent temperament, interjected.

Her right shoulder, which was attached to the robotic arm, spasmed. The man's voice was still in her ears, as cold and decisive as a sharp blade swinged, and the pain of flesh and bone cutting burned into her brain, making her feel a dull pain at this time, and a desire for revenge.

Helo's nerves tightened subtly, and he felt a little surprised. Then he replied sensitively like a beast that had violated his territory: "No, I want to come by myself." Sayaro is my older brother. ”

The implication is that no one is allowed to touch him, especially in such a private territory as the brain.

Sayero's thoughts are in love with each other, and he can only allow himself to peep.

"I'm confident."

With that, he stood up, stripped off his clothes, and jumped into the sunshine purification pool.

"I can't persuade you. You are as stubborn as your brother. White Eagle, you come with me. The woman shook off the words and walked out, slamming the hatch shut.

Ando looked at the graceful figure looming in the water, the smile on his face faded clean at the moment when the other party turned his back, but his voice still had a hint of playfulness: "Helo baby... You don't really want to take the risk. ”

"Do you have a better way?" The young man turned his head sideways and glanced at him coldly, straightened the silver-white hair stuck to his shoulders, and raised his eyebrows mockingly.

"Don't you call yourself a genius? Your genius can't solve Sayero's problem, so of course I'll have to take some extreme measures. Is there anything better for you? He turned around and swam like a mermaid to the edge of the pool, blinking his wet eyes. Ando found that this kid was like an iceberg like Sayaro when he wasn't smiling, but when he laughed, he was as seductive as a kraken.

"You don't provoke me. I won't fall for you, little white-eyed wolf. ”

Ando snorted, made a splash and snatched the door, but the whole person was a little fluttery. After walking out, he couldn't help but curse and looked at the crotch that held up the small tent - how did this guy Sayero endure being only a "brother" for so many years?

If he had kept such a little demon by his side every day, if he had become a beast long ago.

Oh... By the way, how did you forget the existence of Ai Ling? Ando thought to himself, after so many years, he almost forgot that there was such a person. But Sayero will never forget, and Ailing is a lingering imprint and sin in his life...... Ando glanced back at Helo, and had mixed feelings in his heart.

Even if he has almost the same appearance as El Ling and has a period of time spent with Sayero, I am afraid that he will not be able to replace Ellen in Sayero's mind. Since his birth, Helo has existed to fill the void of Elein, but he is wholeheartedly in love with his Creator, and there is nothing else in his eyes.

An ausmerous heart in the game world was pricked by a sharp object, Ando turned his back in discomfort, and a small mole at the end of the eye under the lens was like a thin thorn, piercing Helo's voice and smile into his skull.

What if Heloh knew about Sayero's secret past?

He is so smart, so proud, so infatuated, so sensitive......

Not daring to dig deeper, he shook his hand and closed the hatch.

After everyone left, the whole cabin fell completely silent, and the thunderstorm stopped. The low and gentle piano music flowed quietly in the air, accompanied by a lonely male voice singing and moaning.

Helo wiped the water from his face and leaned against the pool wall in a daze.

The drops of water from his long eyelashes seeped into his eyes, and he closed them, and the illusory memories became real because of the soaking in the water, making him feel like Sayaro would jump out of the water, hold up his body and smile at him, calling him "little rabbit".

If the wormhole really has a gap through time and space, I really hope to go back to that time, even if it is only a one percent possibility.

He thought to himself that if he went back to the day when Sayaro left, he would definitely grab his hand and not let him go.

But this qiē is based on "what if".

Reality is sometimes more unexpected than dreams.

The subject of dreams is always the "self", and the "self" in this vast universe and vast space, the time and meaning of zài are not even comparable to a speck of dust. If anyone disappears, the galaxy will still exist, and the planets will still revolve around the star.

It became only the fate of human beings, who were as small as mayflies.

Even with a hoarse cry, there was not a single crack in the plane, but only indifferent, almost cold-blooded.

- Cold-blooded.

Cold-blooded killing machine?

Ando's voice from a moment ago suddenly rang in his ears again.

He pondered the unfamiliar description that had been placed on Sayero.

In his impression, Sayaro naturally has nothing to do with the word "cold-blooded".

But perhaps, just for him.

He leaned over and sank into the water, his consciousness flowing through the river of beautiful and warm memories, and into some tiny fork in the darkness. To say about Sayara's shady... Unspeakable secrets, he is not ignorant.

For example, Sayaro once did a lot to the guy who hurt him in high school.

Cato, an out-and-out aristocratic son, his partner when he competed in the International Hacker Tournament. Without him, Cato would have been the undisputed first place finisher.

The guy put a string of obstruction codes in his helmet sensor that nearly destroyed his cranial nerves, leaving him in the hospital for a whole month, almost going crazy.

The first place in the hacker competition naturally missed him and became his lifelong regret.

But he never expected that on the first day of his awakening, he would meet the guy who almost killed him first in the next ward.

He will never forget the guy in a wheelchair.

His neck was crooked at a terrible angle, his skull was swollen with blood, a disgusting translucency like a lens, saliva trickled from the corners of his mouth to his chest, and his head nodded as if apologizing to himself.

The doctor said he had taken a new drug on a night at a casino, and his mind had become like an empty shell.

But the moment he saw Sayero walking towards him and placing a flower at the door of Cato's ward, he knew that he must have done it.

Sayaro, on the other hand, was so personable at that time that he remembered that he was dressed in a doctor's uniform, with his blond hair tied back with a silver ribbon tied behind his head, and the lavender smell of disinfectant on his body, and that he was so elegant and gentlemanly that Cato's widowed aunt cared for him so much that he even tried to become his family.

God knows how hot he was at the time.

It's a pity that the stupid woman still dreams of dating Sayero, and she received a big gift that night-

Her precious nephew went to the morgue within half an hour of Sayero taking him out of the hospital.

Although Shayero never admitted to him that he did it, he was extremely sure.

After all, in the earthly world, there is almost nothing that he can't find out if he moves his fingers to the Internet.

Perhaps, the real Sayaro is like the Internet, only showing him the side that he is willing to show himself, while the vast majority of the number jù is hidden in non-indexable hidden links, waiting for him to crack it......

He really couldn't wait to hack the other party's brain.

Isn't it a bit perverted?

If Sayaro had known, he would have wanted to stay away from him.

Herro thought to herself, feeling guilty, and crawled out of the pool with her weak body, lay down on the gym chair next to her, and slowly fell asleep. He didn't feel an invisible pressure in the air passing through the cables, through the walls, slowly moving towards him.

Sayaro looked down at the figure on the chaise longue from above, the young man was sleeping lightly, as if he was unconsciously biting his lower lip with his teeth in a dream, his lips oozing a little bright color, his eyelashes fluttering slightly, and his slender and beautiful fingers curled together, as if longing to grasp something in the void.

"Brother...... Please don't go. ”

A soft and glutinous cry with a nasal voice disrupted Sayero's quiet and gentle stream of consciousness under the effect of the tranquilizer.

If he could, he wanted to reach out and stroke the other's hair as he had done before and take him into his arms, but he couldn't. He is now just a series of brain waves that are more ethereal than electromagnetic waves, and he can only cause the other party's brain waves to resonate through guò, weaving a dream-like mental hallucination.

Of course, if he wanted to, he could distort the magnetic field around him to have a more practical effect - an ability he accidentally acquired after being injected with a high-purity "Flower of Evil", and his brain was stimulated with spiritual energy beyond that of a human, allowing him to do some incredible things even when his body was close to paralysis and necrosis. But he didn't want to risk any of hurting Herlo, the ghost thing that was parasitic inside him could wake up at any moment, and he couldn't predict what would happen.

"Brother... Don't go ......."

"Don't leave me, please."

The cold and clean voice was a little hoarse, with a bit of forbearance crying, not at all as sharp as the stabbing in the daytime, but far more lethal than that sharpness.

Unconsciously being spied on by the person he missed, the pain that had been suppressed for too long was vented in the dream without scruples, and tears flowed down the young man's reddened eyelids and wet his sideburns.

"Did you know... I miss you so much... I hate you so much. ”