One of the common points was meat dishes, but because the meat was quite hard, and the wooden frame and small iron plate used for the dinner plate did not seem to fit in size, the small iron plate was constantly moving around, and it was impossible to cut the meat properly. The movement of one side stopped for a second, and then he reached out his left hand and grasped the small iron plate firmly, much to the surprise of the waitress who happened to be walking nearby. One side can reflect all the unnecessary heat, and it is impossible to burn at all.

In the eyes of others, it is really a strange dining scene.

"Well, I'm finally full, I'll ask you to help pay the bill later, and then I'm going to leave with this little guy." Wiping his oily mouth, Tatami said with pleasure.

"Although I may be too talkative, why are you so obsessed with this little guy?" One party glanced at Tatami and rarely struck up a conversation with Tatamy.

"I don't know what to say." Tatami listened to the words of one party, and was slightly stunned, "Actually, I don't care about this little guy, even the younger sister in the previous experiment, but I don't know what Lu Dao is for, I know that these things are happening, if I don't stop it, I always feel that I will be very upset, maybe this is the so-called greater ability, greater responsibility, the sky is falling, if we don't go to the top, then who else can we count on?" ”

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility" The movement in his hand paused, and a certain look called confusion appeared in the red eyes of one party.

He remembered a long, long time ago.

This person, who is known to everyone as a party, also had a human name in the past. The last name is two characters and the first name is three characters. Very much like a Japanese name, a very ordinary name.

He wasn't the strongest in the school city from the beginning.。

At first, everyone just thought he was a little better than the people around him.

However, the tree is a big trick.

And the greatest calamity for him is that his abilities are much stronger than he himself imagined.

The boys of the same age who rushed towards him broke their bones the moment they touched him.

The teacher came to stop him, and the teacher's bones were broken.

The adults besieged him, and the result was his total annihilation. At the end of the day, the guards and discipline inspectors rushed to the scene, as if they were fighting against a bank robber, attacking the ten-year-old child with various superpowers and new-generation weapons. But these people are also completely destroyed.

And he, just scared.

Fearing violence, he raised his hands in panic and waved wildly, and that was all.

For a ten-year-old, this is a very natural reaction.

However, it turned out to be such a result.

Windowless unmanned attack helicopters hover back and forth in the air, robot-like reinforcements in mechanical bell armor, guarding their posts to protect their wounded colleagues. It's like a monster movie plot that is often shown on TV. He was like an ugly monster that everyone feared.

So he noticed. His young mind began to notice. When you touch your fingertips, people get hurt. If you are a little impatient in your heart, people may die. If this commotion snowballs bigger and bigger, the entire school city and even the entire world will be enemies of you, and everything may be destroyed at the worst.

In order to avoid "destruction", he must keep his "feelings" in his heart and not show them to anyone. Bad feelings are dangerous, but good feelings can sometimes lead to jealousy and aggression.

The way to not hurt anyone is to be a person who can stand still no matter how others treat them. The slightest impatience in the heart can kill others, so there must not be any emotional ups and downs. Only by becoming a person like ice can you avoid losing control of your strength and endangering others.

However, at this time, the young child has already made a great mistake.

Because what he did, on the contrary, made him a person who "didn't care whether others lived or died" like ice. A person who can not complain at all, no matter how he is treated by others, must be a person who is not interested in other people's lives at all.

He chose his own path without noticing his mistake.

In this way, he narrowly avoided destruction.

At the same time, he hated himself, hated his strength, and he thought more than once about what his life would be like if he were just a supernatural or even incapacitated.

With such a strong force, even if he had the heart to give it up, it was very powerless, because he had no way to eliminate his ability, so he chose another path, from the strongest to the invincible path of sin.

When he woke up from his memories, he found that Tatami had fallen asleep on the seat in the dining room with his last work in his arms like a doll.

Sighing, he had no desire to continue eating, he called the waiter, settled the bill, and took out some extra money to tell the clerk to let Tatami and the most difficult work stay here for a little longer, and then stood up and left the restaurant.

One side of the traffic is walking alone on the road.

Things like the Virgin Mary have to be handed over to that guy, whose power represents creation and protection, and I'm just a sinner with blood on my hands.

One side walked down the road, thinking nonchalantly. What's more, no matter how you say it, your personality is not suitable for helping. The world world in which you exist is not the world world that you are.

No matter what he does or chooses, he will always hurt others. The idea that a person like this would want to help others now is unreasonable.

He walked down the road, across the zebra crossing, across the convenience store, into the side road near the department store, in the alley, through the side of the student dormitory, walking, walking, walking aimlessly, as if he had already set a goal.

Suddenly, he stopped.

One side of the passage picked up its head.

"Why did I come to this place?"

Standing in front of him was a research institute.

A research institute that established an "experimental" plan and mass-produced "sisters". If this is the case, there should still be some remnants of the incubator of the person who can make a mass-produced type. With these incubators, it may be possible to make adjustments to the unfinished flesh of the last work.

In that place, there was Tatami who protected the most of the works, and he couldn't help anything, so he left that place.

In order to find out what he could do, he came here.

Fang Tong took a step towards the grounds of the research institute.

He knew that it was simply unreasonable for someone like him to try to do such a thing. But even so, he still wanted to save the girl.

When he met the most relacher, the plea of the most resounding work still echoed in his ears.

"I don't know if I can help, but if that guy can't help you find the incubator, then maybe I might be able to help you, stinky little ghost."

The white boy muttered silently and entered the research institute.

PS: My head is so confusing, there have been too many things happening recently, and I always feel tired, am I letting the ghost get on my body?