No one, nothing, the same way I just saw it. It's the same in my lab, and even the lights don't feel hot at all. "Get out." He couldn't help but pull me up. I broke free of him and took a few steps back.

"I don't want to get involved."

"But you've been involved from the beginning, aren't you, your guru has chosen you, or rather, the higher laws have chosen you, or rather," the tip of his blue tongue swept across my cheek, leaving a faint stain of water.

"You've chosen it all."

The air outside smelled of rain, a peculiar earthy smell. The ground was still drenched, and the air pressure was suffocating. It was getting dark too early, and the trees were like one hand at a time, not knowing where to throw me. "Where?" I asked timidly, without the courage of the conductor to wander on the sea. “…… Let's wait and see where 'they' will take us. 774 looked calmly at the corner. My palms were sweaty and cold.

"Won't that be a problem?"

"Now that this is the case, what else can we do? It's just a matter of being slaughtered. ”

"I'm fine." I heard almost silent but still loud footsteps in the hallway. The blind man could have hidden himself well, but he didn't feel the need to hide his whereabouts at all.

"I don't know why," the blind man's eerie smile appeared behind me after I had just finished taking the medicine. I looked at his unsightly face in the shattered mirror, "I don't think you're okay. ”

Someone's coming. "Relax," 774 grabbed my waist.

More than a dozen people, all wearing baseball uniforms, one of them was very eye-catching.

"There's a guy," DTR35 said worriedly, "there's a guy who knows." Watch out for that boy. ”

The boy's ethereal eyes looked at me like black holes. But it was quickly moved away. I sneered. If he's a black hole, I'm still a quasar accretion disk. He didn't have any worries, and the man in the baseball shirt next to him began to shrink the encirclement.

"Take it away." The boy shouted, but without momentum, more like a silent sheep - a pity a sheep that grew up eating meat.

We were sitting in the car and they were probably still wondering why it had gone so smoothly to kidnap us. But even though everyone has no damage to all their organs about expression, they are still reluctant to say a word to us. 774 asked a few times where we were going, but he simply let the highway point in the direction and looked out of sight in a daze.

Luxurious apartment complex. Inside, geometric ornaments can be seen everywhere. The clean, soft carpet was as comfortable as a World Cup lawn – although I never stepped on it.

I saw Ekuetas, documenting the mentor's past. I didn't want to see him again, but all the memories pointed to him. I took a deep breath and put my hand on the ball. Sting. I saw things that had never happened at all, and I was used to it.

The tutor held *** in his hand, gently pulled the trigger, and the quartz body shattered, and then the image turned black. This didn't happen at all, we thought the instrument was malfunctioning, so my instructor and I made a change to a quartz ball, but the second quartz record was the same as the first. Then, too, the world changed. Broken glass appeared on the concrete floor for no apparent reason.

Not glass at all.

We have been moving forward for a long time, and the scenery outside is becoming more and more desolate. I started to get scared. I thought, at this rate, I could unlock the door and pull the car door and jump in, roll around like a tumbleweed a few times and be fine, hide in the field and they won't find it. But 774 clenched my wrist. We entered a small door.

There are walls on all sides. This time it was 774's turn to get nervous, and I heard him rub his Adam's apple against his hard collar. Claustrophobia. I have the same illness as the person next to me, and I am afraid to be with him all year round in that laboratory of less than ten square meters. It's not a relief that he's dead, and I think the urn makes him even more uncomfortable. The two people in front of me had no intention of going out, and I wondered why the ground suddenly began to shake when I entered this airtight box. Rise.

Car elevators.

774's cheerful expression jumped, he knew better than me the means used by rich people who were reluctant to let luxury cars like Lamborgiers or Rolls-Royce or Aston Martin leave in front of them. Straight-through elevator with no floor buttons. The feeling of being overweight became noticeable, at least thirty or forty floors. My stomach was still moving upwards when the elevator stopped.

I saw the bright balcony. Gorgeous decorations, famous paintings that are inseparable from the fake, as well as beautiful Chinese bone china and red oil-paper umbrellas of Fuso. The chandelier hangs high on the ceiling, and the carpet underfoot is comfortable. I've never seen such a grand apartment, and it looks like 774 is the same. There were skyscrapers in the deep blue sky, and we were about thirty to forty floors, and my estimate was confirmed.

The two men led us to a room and left.

“XCK42.” Familiar sounds, I look for the source.

“DTR35！” I cried out, and saw his handsome face under his misty hair like an angel who had fallen into the mortal world.

He was going to shake hands with me, but 774 grabbed the two of us and came to a group hug, an oxygen-free hug.

"What are you doing here?"

"You're not dead yet," 774 tapped him on the shoulder.

"Of course I'm still alive because the instrument I built with my own hands was taken away by them. What do you think is wrong with me? ”

"I don't know what's wrong with you," I said, looking around like a luxurious lounge and like a living room. I can't use the word living room rashly, because I haven't seen anything like that before. "Do you know—" I suddenly didn't know what to say.

DTR35's face was hidden in the shadows: "I've been here for a week, but I can't say what happened. ”

The feeling of reassurance was gone, replaced by indignation at the lack of news from him. I see it. The cut on the top of his eye, the wound was very deep, and in my experience, the wound was not sutured when it should have been sutured, so it was left with a permanent furrow and scar. I immediately relented

"What's going on?" I asked.

His expression changed. Everything I knew had to do with the myriad details that had existed before, but I didn't know what the connection was, like the mirror that had divided me without any connection.

"I'm sorry, guys." DTR35 stretched out his hands helplessly.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Here...... It's not what you think. ”

The door suddenly opened, and several people poured in like sharks, and the sharks in their clothes had their own order. When I saw the man who was the first to hit me, my heart was cold and sank below the diaphragm.

Stefan.

Instead of wearing the Greek goddess-like evening gown, Olaana wore a smart black suit and a suitcase. Looks more like a lawyer, lawyer or accountant. She choked on her cigarette and made me sneeze.

"Lovely young lady," said Stefan to me with a sweet, greasy smile, "it's nice to see you again." He held out his hand to me.

I ignored him. "Why did you come to us?"

His smile changed shape.