Walking on the sun-drenched campus road, the ears are full of energetic voices of the senior sister who came to talk, the sun shines down with a comfortable temperature, the autumn breeze blows, and the air really has a breath that only when the sun shines on the earth.

In the past, Chu Mobai never cared about this kind of hypocritical thing, in his opinion, the corpse stench emitted by the charred mite corpse was not worth some egg pain, and the essay author of the youth wrote a big book and a waste of paper in three hundred words......

But now he has almost forgotten what kind of person Chu Mobai used to be, just like the jerky and stiffness of his expression at this moment is a pure natural expression that is not mixed with any acting skills at all, and the part about the campus in his memory will always be accompanied by endless papers and endless reference books, and the rest is probably the memory of He Chaodong that seems to be completely unworthy of mention and even almost wants to be emptied with a deletion program.

How sweet it was at the beginning, how disgusting it is when I think about it now.

I heard that the age of 19 to 22 was the best time of his life...... The fingers of the god scratched down the kraft paper file bag he was holding without a trace, and he couldn't believe it, so he lightly gave this legendary best time to a dog.

Then again, if he could do it all over again, he would never talk about any bullshit and love waste-

“……”

As if thinking of something, he silently pulled out his file in the file bag, and then he saw the number "19" in the age column.

Then he fell silent.

So Adam's Garden of Eden was a terrible thing, and he knew even the deepest desires, regrets, or needs of the people who entered the Garden of Eden.

The cocoon god stuffed his documents back into the file bag again.

"Is there something wrong?" The girl next to the god asked.

"No, it's just ......," the cocoon groaned, but he didn't finish his sentence.

The people around him squinted their eyes and laughed: "Today's weather is really good, I remember that it rained so heavily on the day I came to report, the file bag was wet, not to mention, I slipped on the stairs when I went to see the tutor, and the whole person was wolf-"

"What's the concept of good weather?" The god asked.

"The sun is shining."

"Every morning the sun rises in the east and sets in the west." The god of cocoon said suddenly.

The voice of the girl next to her who was still nostalgic for her freshman stopped abruptly, she turned her head and blinked, and asked, "What?" ”

"The earth revolves around the sun," asked the god of cocoon, turning his head, "what do you think of that?" ”

The look on the girl's face suggested that she felt that she had met a good-looking eccentric - perhaps she would soon elevate this impression to the level of "all Orientals are strange", but for now she smiled and said: "Aristotle proposed geocentrism because of such statements as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the earth has been the center of the universe for more than a thousand years; It wasn't until Copernicus's Theory of the Movement of the Heavenly Bodies that this theory was overturned, and heliocentrism became the truth......"

Heliocentrism says, truth.

Yes, it is clear that the sun is very far away from the earth, and it has been hanging there for hundreds of millions of years, so long that human beings almost take it for granted.

"In fact, geocentrism may be just a conceptual theory that is too advanced."

“？？？？？？”

"The earth will not be the center of the universe, but when the surrounding planetary system collapses, as long as the earth does not undergo internal qualitative changes and disintegration, the creatures on the earth can still survive in new life forms," the god said expressionlessly, "Therefore, although it will be cold, dark and damp without the sun, it is not impossible, if the earth is centered on itself, it will soon be able to adapt to the new environment, and then restart the environment." ”

The girl obviously didn't know how to talk, so she could only laugh dryly: "Oh, that's interesting?" Is this your research direction? ”

The cocoon glanced at her, as if he was looking at a primary school student, and his eyes could almost be regarded as rude: "Can such a fantasy-style research project apply to a university?" ”

"......" The girl found that the person in front of her was probably not as likable as he was, for example, now she found herself having to hold back her anger to not roar at him, "There won't be no sun, scientific research shows that the sun still has a full lifespan—"

"There are less than sixty years to go."

“？？？？？？”

Now the face of the girl standing next to the cocoon god is finally no longer seeing the strange person, but looking at him with the eyes of a madman or a retarded person.

When her gaze fell on the file bag of the cocoon god.

Fu Shen held up the file bag: "The file bag is real, and I'm not a psychopath." ”

“……”

At this point they stopped in front of a school building.

Fu Shen: "? ”

"Arrived, Professor Princehope's office is on the second floor, but at this time he is likely to stay in the real room with the number of subjects, if you can't find him, it's best to wait in the office, there is instant coffee and juice available for free in the hallway." The girl said in a stiff voice.

Cocoon: "......"

Cocoon: "Thank you." ”

This is like a human sentence, the god of cocoon found that the expression on the face of the person in front of him became a little softened, this beautiful girl squinted her eyes slightly and laughed again, she said to the god of cocoon: "I wish you a good luck, white, I hope that this school can give you will not disappoint you." ”

"Not really." The cocoon god said lightly, "I'm here for the sun." ”

“？”

"Hopefully, many years from now, when the Earth's life has come to an end, the sun will still be there -- that's probably what it means."

After saying that, he waved goodbye to the girl and did not give her any more words - for example, if he asked for a phone or informed him that he must participate in the opportunity to climb the ladder for a new student, he hurried upstairs without looking back, leaving the girl who had brought him all the way standing downstairs staring.

No way.

Even if the ratio of men to women in this professional college is about 25:1, it can't stop this "1" from occasionally meeting the only one in the "25" who bends into mosquito smoke.

……

The god walked up the stairs, the old building looked old, and the wooden stairs creaked under his feet...... On the walls of the staircase hung many portraits of scholars, and the god couldn't help but quicken his pace after looking at the two patiently.

At the same time, his heartbeat was sped up.

At this moment, in a place that might be very close to that person, and the thought that he might be eating, bathing, sleeping, or doing research somewhere on this campus—his heart beat involuntarily became stronger—he realized that he was about to meet his true "father."

The one who created "Friggia" zào.

Thinking so many times in his mind about what kind of person he was going to meet, it made him almost miss his professor's office, and took a few steps back to the door of the room with the "Princehope" name tag, and he reached out and knocked on the door, only to find no response inside.

“…… Is it really in the real yàn room? ”

Fu Shen took two steps back and looked into the depths of the hallway, where the place connected to the office looked like a dark real yàn room, and at this time, the curtains in the real yàn room were drawn tightly, and a deep purple light came out of it.

It was as if a figure could be faintly seen shaking.

Fu Shen hesitated, he hadn't forgotten what he was here for, he couldn't decide whether to really stand here like a student and wait for a waste of time, or simply look for someone who might be "Professor E" or Professor E's lover "Bai" - but before he could make a decision, his body was the first to move, walking in the direction of the real room.

When he came to the door of the real room, he could clearly see that there was really a figure shaking inside, and the frequency of that person's shaking was very fast, one volt together, one slow together, as if dancing inside......

Dancing in the real room?

The cocoon frowned slightly, impressed by his own rich imagination, and then he magically pushed open the closed door in front of him—the door was unlocked, and a crack was pushed open, and the sound of Chopin's "Nocturne in F sharp major" flowed out of the crack in the door, and the cocoon was stunned, and then he saw the white robe spin and flutter softly through the crack of the door!

In the dim room, only the dark purple ray lamp is the only light source, in the center of the room is a high real platform, in the center of the real room is a big mouse, probably feeling the fear of dying, the mouse desperately squeaks, but unfortunately its cry is perfectly masked by the music......

And at this moment, a tall and longest young man danced to the ups and downs of the music, and he moved nimbly between the stage and the real yàn, his movements were exaggerated and presumptuous, but he never touched any of the glassware on the table that was placed in the seemingly dangerous area.

The white robe was worn on his body, just like the dress at the party.

As he moved to a slightly brighter spot, he saw his long dark brown hair, and the clattering dance partner in his arms—a human skeleton that had been taken down from nowhere.

The piano music gradually became high, the man's dance steps accelerated, the white skeleton was shaken so that it almost fell apart, and the scalp of the cocoon exploded, thinking that the neuropathy of the groove invaded the real yàn room?

However, the man apparently had no idea that someone was watching his dance.

He walked out of the darkness with elegant dance steps, holding the hand of the skeleton and shaking his head to the real stage, at this time the cocoon god found that the skeleton's hand was actually stuck in a flashing snow-white scalpel, with the next beat, the scalpel knife rose and fell, neatly disemboweling the mouse fixed on the real platform.

Blood splattered out along with the guinea pig's internal organs.

The music stops.

The man's movements were at the same time.

He took off his white gloves that were stained with blood, and threw aside the skeleton that he had been dancing with a second ago, and he returned to the real yàn stage, quickly checked the mouse with the real yàn tool, and then used the hand that took off the gloves to quickly tap the next series of related numbers on the laptop that was open next to him.

"The cat-and-mouse game of hide and seek is over, imp."

The young man said without raising his head to the young man standing outside the door.

The voice is low and slow, and it is nice to hear.

It's not like a neurotic at all.

The cocoon god even felt that the voice was familiar, as if he had heard such a sentence somewhere.

Ah, right.

When he ran back to the chamber to try to find the black box and the antidote solvent, he was chased and killed by Subject Six, who said the first thing he said when he came out of the "mother's womb".

Word for word.

Touching the tip of his nose, he thought in his heart that it was just a coincidence, at this time, the cocoon didn't have time to think about it, but his heart tightened, and with a nervous heart of peeping at the captured bag, he pushed open the door with some embarrassment, he walked into the real yàn room, cleared his voice and said slowly: "Hello, may I ask if this is Professor Princehope's real yàn room, I am Chu Mobai, I just came to report this semester——"

The words of the god of cocoon were not finished.

Because at this time, the man who was propped up on the real platform with one hand and the other hand was still tapping quickly on the computer raised his head.

So, caught off guard, the cocoon god looked at the unusual pair of crimson eyes, the high nose bridge, thin lips, even when he didn't speak, he could make people feel inexplicable deterrence and oppression-

In the past, Chu Mobai used "the face that only young nobles in ancient Europe would have" to describe this face.

The face of the original shell of Subject 6 "Odin".