Amoi's hands and feet began to go numb from his rapid breathing.

It's not the over-excitement caused by the 'plan' that is about to succeed, but the uninvited white-haired boy in front of him.

Why is one side passing here?

He was terrified as he retreated in the direction of the LastOrder incubator, and his mood hit rock bottom.

It's just that I'm afraid it's not just Amoi Ao, who is confused about this, and even Fang Tong himself can't explain it clearly.

Just a few dozen minutes ago, the first person who was still idle walked down the street, ready to take a long detour home.

Until I received an 'anonymous' email.

There are only two pictures inside, one of a Tokiwadai student wearing goggles in a coma, and the other a map of the location of the institute marked with a red dot.

He recognized who the girl in Tokiwadai's school uniform was, but so what?

Again, again.

One side is not stupid.

Nor can it be classified as a good person.

So he quickly deleted the email and treated everything as if it had never happened.

Unfortunately, on the way back, there was always a procession of people watching the parade.

One side had no choice but to reluctantly accept the fact that it continued to 'take a long detour'.

Then, he 'exactly' passed by here.

This is one of the research institutes that was originally engaged in the development of absolute ability, but is now idle.

“…… Woo...... You, what do you come to do, one party passes! ”

Tripped over the ground by the scattered research equipment, Amai rubbed his hands and feet against the ground, trying to buy time through this worthless inquiry.

On either side of it, the 'sisters', who had just been guarding the doorway, quickly regrouped and pointed their guns at the intruders.

This reaction made one party retract a playful smile.

He snorted slightly.

"What? Middle-aged man, that's what I'm asking, right? ”

"Forget Uncle Ben, the protagonist of the experiment, what are you secretly playing by yourself."

Glaring impatiently at Amoio who was getting up again, the attention of one party naturally extended to his back.

Hasn't the production line of clones stopped yet?

Frowning, Fang Tong thought as he looked at the 'sister' who was obviously one size smaller.

It stands to reason that now that the experiment has been frozen, there is no need to continue cultivating new clones.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth once again showed a somewhat crazy smile.

This is really 'good news'.

With his hands in his pockets, the party in a bad mood kicked the ground very casually.

A 'boom' sounded.

As the ground shook and undulated, the 'sisters' defense line that Amoi was relying on also broke through in an instant, and he was knocked out by the strong wind that spread.

No one was hurt, and the side of the pass controlled its strength well.

"Ahh

Faced with this scene, the middle-aged researcher covered his head in panic, trying to maintain this sense of self-deception.

Why! Why?

Amoi shouted frantically in his heart.

The touch of the rubble on his body was like the reality of being ridiculed and sarcastic, and he whimpered and twisted his face like a child.

"You're good! That's the woman too! Didn't everyone approve of this experiment at the beginning? Why do they all have to pose as messengers of justice now? Do you think that as long as you protect these guys, you can act as if nothing happened?! Stop laughing at the dead! ”

Panting and falling to his knees, Amai couldn't help but yell.

He knew that he couldn't defeat one side, and he knew that it wouldn't help, he was just venting his anger.

"They are just replicas spawned by drugs, with a unit price of 180,000! Why get in the way of the ...... for the sake of these experimental materials? Belch!!! ”

The croaking hysteria was instantly silenced.

Fang Tong gently kicked out the ground, and the small pebble landed accurately on the head of Amoi Ao.

He has no habit of listening to people's nonsense.

Moreover, do you still need to think about this kind of problem?

Fang Tong looked at the silent researcher with disdain.

The moment I stepped into the institute, I finally came up with the answer that I had always felt 'wrong'.

His gaze fell on the incubator, and the face in front of him, the face lying on the ground, and the face sleeping quietly in it seemed to coincide.

The boy who had been 'saved' asked himself in a low voice.

Why?

Because, of course......

They were wrong.

……

************

So, what's next?

Pressing his hands on the operating device in front of the big screen, Fang Tong looked at the progress bar that was close to 95% of the data with some headaches.

This is something that Amajing has always been obsessed with, and he doesn't think that the other party still has such a good leisure to do a physical examination of the clone at such a time.

The 'sisters' who would listen to his orders just now were already very telling.

You can't get this thing to progress to 100%.

One side of the passage came to a conclusion.

In this way, the question comes back to the starting point of what to do.

One side is very strong and smart.

But that doesn't mean he understands what he's not seen.

The red data bar walked slowly, and no one told him what the data above meant, or what to do with it.

"Damn!"

With a curse, one party could only watch.

His gaze returned to Amatsu's body, but his plan to 'wake up' the middle-aged researcher was quickly rejected.

He could imagine the look on this guy's face when he knew he was helpless.

The progress bar jumps forward one square again, and there is no time left.

Fang Tong felt something clump in his chest, and he took out his mobile phone, only to find that there was no one to contact at all.

Is it really too late?

One party gritted his teeth with self-deprecation.

The strongest force is so 'powerless' at such a time, as if it is laughing at the first time that it is acting to help others.

'Does my decision really make sense?' Have I really changed anything? ’

One side muttered to himself.

And the progress bar, which reached 99%, answered this question.

It's over.

He hung his head in silence, making it impossible to read his expression.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, five minutes passed......

Fang Tong looked up hesitantly.

But the progress bar is still stuck at 99%.

What's going on?!

He was a little surprised, but he didn't know what was going on.

The change was not over, the progress bar that had been red suddenly turned green, and then began to regress.

96%…… 88%…… 65%…… 34%……

until it disappears.

Nothing happened, and the crisis seemed to be lifted.

One side of the passage just stood quietly in place.

No joy or sorrow.

As for whether it is really the same as he behaved.

Only he himself is clear.

After a moment of silence, Fang Tong turned his head, looked at the 'sisters' on the ground, and then at the petite figure in the incubator.

What should these guys do?

The problem seems to be back to square one.

He sighed for the third time.

……

******

In a dark alley not far from a research institute, there is a figure looking at a small notebook.

"Didn't I think you still had such a bad taste? boss。 ”

The police officer sat on the discarded thick cardboard box and smiled subtly.

Tomorrow, you can correct the calculus data in the 'learning device', but you have to wait until 99% of the time to start it.

"So, do you need me to 'clean'?"

She smiled and held up her notebook and looked at some of the institutes.

'Finishing' is the job of the dark department.

- [Just give it to him.] 】

"Unknown" sent a reply.

The police officer raised his eyebrows in confusion, and then spread his hands.

She knew who that 'he' was.

The first place in the school city.。

One side passes.

It's just that after being active in the dark world for so long, the police see that although they don't know much about him, they can know from the vague information that this person is not the type who will run for others.

"Well, you have the final say."

Happy to be idle, the police officer shook his head to show that he understood.

Then, her expression became dangerous, as if a lone wolf lurking in the darkness had found a satisfying prey.

"According to the agreement, you should have told me about 'Dolly', right?"

……

******

The first night of the Daba Star Festival is over.

However, in this city, the end also means a new beginning.

Holding her sister's restless little hand, the blonde sister looked up at the starry sky.

Good intentions are not weakness.

Nor should malice be a means of protecting others.

You've experienced a little bit of it, haven't you?

She closed her eyes and thought.

This time, you have plenty of time to choose and grow.

A heroic classmate who depreciates himself as evil.