Big Hopkins looked at this strange new place.

The space that a brain weighing about 1,400 grams can create cannot be measured in squares or cubes, it can be as small and narrow as a concave snail, or as wide as an ocean, and everyone can come and go as they wish, because it is produced in itself, in 12 billion to 14 billion brain cells, and you can walk, jump or fly in it freely, and build anything you want, including your own body. and being able to make them change or disappear whenever and wherever they need to be – but the greatest difficulty is whether to fix something, or to make it regular and orderly – the human mind is faster than light, and they are always not very settled, one moment and the next, they change so fast that some people can't even notice the difference.

It's dangerous to casually intrude into someone's mind – whether you've been invited or not. It's not about skills, it's not about experience, it's not about IQ, how can you keep yourself safe? When the owner of this space can't control this monster.

So far, there have been only two places where Dr. Hopkins has been able to stay in peace, one for his wife and the other for his son, and both of them have been constructed under his teaching and guidance—through chatter, simple, direct conversations that would normally surprise them.

Catherine's world is made up of three aspects, the house she and her parents had (they were forced to move out of there after her father died in the line of duty), the later motel where her mother packed wet condoms and cartloads of bed sheets for others, and finally the morgue and laboratory that Hopkins had set up for her, which was very bright and clean, her father's bones were hidden under snow-white cotton cloth, and Catherine occasionally sat on another opposite bed and wept. The world of Sasha is a little more peculiar and simpler, perhaps because of the relationship between memories that have been preserved since infancy, a large part of which is occupied by rainforests, the quiet and turbid waters, the hot and humid air, the trees with tabular roots, the epiphytic vines, ferns and mosses, the colourful colours, the countless animals, birds, bats and insects, his memories hang like abundant fruit on the dark branches.

Dr. Hopkins saw a new world, a dull circular cavern, a small pool of groundwater, with countless translucent threads hanging from it, each one swaying slightly as if it had been dipped in diamond powder, glittering, and slime falling from the ends of the threads, splashing tiny waves on the surface of the water.

"A new location," Hopkins said, of course knowing what it would be: "It's beautiful." ”

"And it's safe." Sasha said.

"Hopefully it will have the same level of comfort." Mr. Hopkins said he tolerated the little show-off.

"It's not bad," Sasha said, "and I'm not expecting more time to prepare." He paused briefly, "Even for two people. ”

"Oh," Hopkins blinked, "Beelzebub is with you." He smiled thoughtfully and added softly, "It's wonderful, it's worth a plus." How is he? ”

"Nervous, tired, hungry, but I think it's all over, but there's no guarantee that he won't wake up with a headache," Sasha gestured, "Anyway, today was a day to remember—he used his abilities for the first time." ”

"With your help." Dr. Hopkins said, and then got Sasha's acquiescence. Without saying a word, he walked around the cave for a moment, while observing his son without a trace, "You're a little preoccupied. He sat down, and immediately there was a cold, hard touch under his hips, and he sighed contentedly.

Sasha stared at him, "Just thought of a possibility." "A question," he admitted, "when did Chegalle get into trouble?" ”

Hopkins showed a genuine smile: "Five thirty-three." ”

"The people in the main house were only notified after nine-ten."

"Signal blocking, we've come a long way." Hopkins propped up his fingers at the jaw: "Of course, if ......" He rubbed his fingertips against his smooth skin, "but it wasn't too late, Mayare's men didn't start moving until about nine-fifteen." ”

"They almost got stuck in the room." Sasha commented: "It's just a clumsy movie, coincidences, and coincidences, but in fact, without me, Beelzebub would be a fish in the net." ”

"That's unfortunate." Hopkins said sincerely.

"Mayare's movements are too slow."

"Because he can't be too obvious," Dr. Hopkins said, "on Poseidon Island, killing relatives is a felony." Criminals are lynched. And if Chegalle had ceased to exist, no matter how many sons he had, and Mayare had sons of his own, he might have magnanimously allowed Beelzebub to continue to live as a subordinate son. After all, not many people knew about it - the problem was that even Mayare didn't know how many people knew about it, and in order to get rid of suspicion, he couldn't act like he was in control the next moment Chegalle was attacked.

He had to wait patiently for the outcome with a blank coat, and when he arrived, Chegal was safe and sound, and he was still alive. Meyare failed to make this step, and it was Chegalle's turn to be the next one, and he had to grasp the weight that would make Chegalle jealous.

Beelzebub had not received any warnings, reminders, or subtle hints beforehand. Sasha didn't have any, but he didn't think Beelzebub also had a palace of memories that could connect with his father at any time. There was no doubt that Chegalle would win, Hopkins was never on the side of the losers, and Sasha did not believe that Chegalle really knew nothing about Mayare's betrayal and murder as he presented to the people.

"What made Meyare think Beelzebub was a good bargaining chip for a comeback?"

"Me." Hopkins clapped his hands and replied singingly, "It's me, of course it's me." "He's got a good voice, and the bass is especially beautiful, and there's like two good resonance boxes in his chest.

In comparison, Sasha is much calmer, and targeted misdirection and fooling are not too difficult for Hopkins, at least it is much easier than it is for a man to willingly and happily eat his own face, although the tragic consequences of the two are comparable. ”

"Chegalle," Hopkins continued, "who else could it be?" Chegalle, only Chegare. ”

The ghoul raised a hand, the scarred left hand, which had six fingers, and he pressed the fingers to his lips, and he looked at the sand carefully, starting with his hair, then his forehead, eyes, nose, and shoulders, and arms...... All the way to the toes.

"Are you angry," he affirmed, "for your little friend?" It's rare that he's only been with you for so long," he said sweetly, "and that makes me a little jealous, my little eggplant, really, I thought you'd have to feel it a while before you felt it—friends, a good friendship, and so on." Oh, oh, oh, don't deny it, don't rush to deny it. Dr. Hopkins said earnestly, "It's a bad thing to deny your feelings, well, that's almost the same as denying yourself." Come on, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, it's good to have a friend. ”

"I don't deny it." Sasha narrowed his eyes, he really looked like Big Hopkins now. "But I guess I should at least know how long this friendship will last?"

Dr. Hopkins curled his lips, "Tell me?" ”

"He's being used as a cover and bait," Sasha said, "Chegalle has told him nothing, probably not to those who might be emotionally closer to Beelzebub, he wants everything around him to be calm and steady – so that he can, at least on the surface, convince others that he really knows nothing about Mayare's crimes – his counterattack is forced, that he was betrayed and murdered first, that he is a victim, that he is the one who will seek justice, that he remains on the side of justice, that he never waveres." Now that Chegalle had escaped and was already planning a counterattack – but he had to figure out who had taken full refuge with Meyare, and the easiest and safest way to do that was to throw a large and conspicuous bait that Meyare couldn't refuse – had he revealed Beelzebub's identity? Or will he beg his enemies in a statement not to harm his only son? ”

Dr. Hopkins' fingers pressed against the tip of his nose instead, and he sniffed softly, the salty smell in the air, and the peculiar smell of insects.

"Exactly," he said, "there are several big fish running after you." ”

***

"You should probably know," Hopkins said nonchalantly, "the abnormal mortality rate on Poseidon Island has always been high, to be specific, there are three or four of them that could have lived to be more than a hundred years old for every ten corpses, and they certainly can't die at the hands of their own relatives - but they always have one or two enemies who don't die, or some ulterior bad habits that cause great harm to the body, or they have the misfortune of suffering from strange acute illnesses that you and I have never heard of, and sometimes, They also encounter all sorts of accidents – like Chegalle's brothers – and to be honest, there are more than half a dozen brothers...... Because of this, after his last brother fell into the sea and drowned because he was drunk, he adopted his brother's widow, whose name was given to him.

In the local language, Chegalle means wild boar, while Mayare means piglet. ”

Finally, the ghoul let out a slight wheezing laugh: "Mayare was once his son, his heir." ”

(To be continued)