He stood up, first at the upside-down human corpses around him, and then at himself. It was the image of a human boy, with a well-proportioned body and white skin, but a trace of blood on his fingers. And the scars on the corpses show that he killed these people. He suddenly felt extremely hungry, and instinctively told him that all these humans in front of him were good food. But he hesitated, and looked at himself again, and for the first time he could see what he really looked like. In every way, even in the internal structure, he is a human boy, a three- or four-year-old boy, and the only thing that is special about him is perhaps his excessively beautiful face and body.

He suddenly crouched down and dug hard at the ground. The ground was hard, the soil was already frozen, and his hands were still very soft, digging and digging, and the blood was stained with the frozen ground. There was a heart-piercing pain on his fingertips, but he didn't care. Injuries on the body can be healed, but without food, they will die quickly. As for the pain, in those dusty memories, compared to those real yàn, it can be completely ignored. Perhaps attracted by the blood, a mutant lizard suddenly sprang up from the depths of the frozen ground, and the cold weather was not the season for their activities, but it had no effect on it. He grabbed the lizard, crushed the skull, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

A lizard is better than nothing, and he is still fragile, his skin is clearly not enough to keep him warm and hydrated, and the cold wind is taking away his body temperature at all times, thus consuming precious energy. So, he tore the clothes from the dead man and wrapped them around his body one by one.

The memory is broken at this point. Once again, he had a vivid memory, in a big abandoned city, squatting in a gloomy alley, dazed, not knowing why he was here or what to do next. There was darkness in his heart, but there were countless terrible and high-pitched screams in it. A deep voice kept whispering something in his ear, but he couldn't make out the content. The bandaged body is calm on the surface, but it is boiling and agitated inside, and everything in the field of vision is green. He wanted to let go of himself, that would put an end to fear, and he would no longer have to fear anything, not worry about hunger, because food was everywhere. He no longer had to fear the darkness, for the darkness would be his domain, and silence and cold would be his companions.

And in the depths of his consciousness there was a pale fire burning to break free and burn the world that he feared or loathed.

At this moment, a woman ran from the entrance of the alley, she panicked, looked around, and suddenly saw him. She hesitated, but the noise outside the alley made her mind. She lunged up to him, shoved a cloth bag into his arms, and ran away from the other side of the alley. After running out of the alley, she stopped, then let out a scream before continuing to run off into the distance. A mob poured in from the entrance of the alley, and the faint screams of women reached their ears, which immediately made their eyes red with excitement, and they shouted and chased after him, not noticing him sitting in the shadows in the corner.

He sat quietly and watched, in the blue vision, all the objects were represented by lines, curved surfaces, and shades of green, but they were all presented in three dimensions, and even the internal structure was revealed layer by layer. In his mind, everything counts as an object, a stone, a ruin, a mob, or even a woman who has just passed.

However, at this moment, a warm feeling suddenly came from his arms. He took out the package in his bosom and opened it, and saw a pair of blue eyes as pure as angels. The eyes pierced through the omnipresent green and broke the world of green, so that he could see all the colors again, and he also felt the difference between the little girl in his arms and the object he had defined. The girl's warm, soft touch of life suddenly melted somewhere in the deepest part of his heart, and his thoughts, which had been static for many years, began to flow again.

The mob had gone away, and the carnival and brutal gathering in the distance had come to an end. He opened the swaddling clothes to reveal the baby's ears so that she could hear the last of her mother's voices. He didn't know what it was for, but he hoped she would remember a little. But it doesn't matter if she can't remember, he will.

They will grow up and they will have power, so one day, he will come back with her and change the world. Before that, he was going to raise her.

His heart suddenly beat faster, and he was inexplicably excited. It's a feeling like never before. Because from this moment on, he had something to do.

Many dusty memories have been opened, but there is nothing pleasant at all. And those memories that are still hiding in the darkness must be even more dark and desperate. And the key to unlocking the dusty memories is the code typed by Dr. Rochester, which has been rooted in the deepest imprints of genes from the beginning.

Seeing Sue recover from a brief moment of distraction, Rochester said, "Now you should take my word for it, and now, we can talk about what to do next." It's great to see that you can grow to where you are today, even Canossa died at your hands, it is truly the most perfect creation I have ever created! ”

Su Fu smiled faintly and asked, "Do you want me to help you with your work?" …… The reason why you think this way is because you created me in the real yàn room? ”

After uncovering those dusty memories, if 'creating zào' Sue was only the only reason for Rochester, then Sue didn't mind destroying the Great Temple of the Sun with his hands. Although there were a few wisps of fear in the temple, there was a good chance that Sue would find Dr. Rochester's body before they found it. With this glass wall with a great view, Sue has a way to escape, and he can escape at worst. A few months later, Sue will return with a full army of cyborgs.

Unexpectedly, Rochester shook his head and said, "Of course not, although it is true that I created you, I believe that the process of growing up is not pleasant for you." The real reason is that our common enemy was the 'only' one who was sent from the real yàn base to the secret base in the Southern Continent! In your language, call it the Apostle! ”

"Apostle?" This word made Su and instinctively stern at the same time, and said: "You just said that it was 'the only one' who was sent to the secret base, but as far as I know, it seems that there is more than one apostle. ”

Rochester, with a knowing calmness and composure, smiled and said, "The 'one' is the only one, but there are five apostles, perhaps, some more." ”