"His brain waves had an unusual reaction. "This could be a sign of an impending awakening," Strander said. ”

The gunsmith looked at the fluctuations in the data on the computer and replied, "You're a doctor, I'm just responsible for reshaping the limbs." His implication was, "I don't understand." ”

In the laboratory, in addition to the magic doctor and the gunsmith, Dark Water is also on the side, and these three people should be the most profound understanding of the eternal core in the reverse cross, except for Tianyi and the consultant.

Darkwater said, "Do you believe or not, the existence of souls?"

"Ah...... I've heard of the so-called thirty-five gram and twenty-one gram doctrine. The gunsmith said, "But most of the people in our anti-cross are atheists, and I know that he is agnostic, and believe it or not, depending on the mood." ”

"I don't think Darkwater is trying to talk about faith. Stranzhe said.

Dark Water glanced at the doctor, although this guy's eyes only had a green light in his eyes, you could still feel the movement of his gaze in his eyes: "That's right, what I want to say is that the so-called soul, if you want to quantify it, is the carrier of all memories and emotions from the embryonic stage to the moment of death, and this carrier is not completely physiological, but a kind of consciousness level." ”

"Don't you feel disobedient when you say that...... the gunsmith said.

"No, it is precisely because Dark Water has no emotions and is absolutely rational and objective that it is possible to conduct an in-depth analysis of something like this. "I can imagine how a creature without emotions can look at this problem that has plagued humanity for a long time from the perspective of a bystander. ”

Darkwater nodded, and continued what he had just said, "I think that if the soul theory is true, the blood lord has already died once, and at this moment, his soul is going through some kind of journey to save himself, trying to reconnect with our world. This process is often referred to as redemption. ”

The gunsmith laughed, "That reminds me of that...... I've read a book before that's about a similar story. ”

"In other words. His three souls and seven spirits can only return to the flesh before he can return to the yang. Zuo Dao walked into the laboratory. happened to hear the words of the dark water just now, and then he continued: "It turns out that it's just this kind of trivial matter, wait for the poor Dao to open the altar, and give him a big array of soul summoning ......"

"Do you think the boss will agree with you making such a fuss?" before Zuo Dao could finish speaking. Stranzer interrupted.

"Huh...... Actually, I'm just talking about it casually......" Zuo Dao sneered, "If the Blood Owl knows that I have engaged in similar activities after his resurrection, I am afraid that he will use this as a reason to kill me." ”

............

There seemed to be a whistling wind in the distant sky, but the blood lord didn't take it to heart, and he continued along the road, in the world of black sè.

The moon is white. His shadow is also white, light, something invisible in this world. Everything is black and white, bright or not, and it doesn't affect what you see visually.

Behind him came the sound of a car moving again, from far and near.

The blood lord turned around and saw an open-top sports car with three young men sitting on it. It was a young lady who drove the car. With a hot body, he wears a low-cut T-shirt, hot pants, and sunglasses. The other two young people were also dressed in time, and none of the tattooed earrings were dropped, and at the moment the two were playing hotly in the back seat, as if they didn't care that they were in a high-speed car. Wrapped up in disheveled clothes, I almost took off my pants.

This time, the blood lord didn't make a hitchhiking gesture. The sports car was parked right next to him.

"Hey, Cheever. Where is a person going?" The beautiful woman in the driver's seat raised her head, pushed her sunglasses down slightly, and discharged her eyes towards the blood owl.

The blood lord didn't even open the car door, jumped into the car with one hand, and sat down next to the beauty: "Drive, Lynn." ”

Lynn put her sunglasses back on, a chuckle on her lips, "I didn't know we nerds were still on such sides." ”

The blood lord didn't talk, just looked ahead.

Lynn stepped on the gas pedal and the car sped out, still talking to the blood lord, "I've been keeping an eye on you, Cheever, you're not like the rest of your classmates, you have a maturity that high school students don't have." ”

The Blood Owl had heard this passage before, so as Lynn narrated, that memory gradually became clearer.

"Those boys think it's cool to have a Chinese character tattoo on their neck and arms, or just a weird hairstyle, a beard, stud earrings, a nose ring. Lynn continued, "If someone is disgusted by their behavior, they'll say, 'Hey, I'm naturally so rebellious, if you have a problem with mavericks, why don't you get out of here?' ......she loved to laugh, giving a very lively feeling, "but in my opinion, those guys are nothing, like racists, who can't find superiority anywhere else but their own skin and ethnicity." And those so-called 'rebellious' boys can only use external forms to cover up their lack of connotation, in fact, their hearts are the ones who care most about other people's opinions.

But you're different, Cheever, and the other boys say you're a conformist, a rule-by-the-law. They think they're rebellious? A kid like you who spends 20 hours in an gallery is a crazy person who really doesn't care what other people think, and that's what it's called rebellion. ”

When Lynn finished saying this, the blood lord also remembered, this should be the first confession he heard, here to explain two points, first, it may not sound like a confession, just a compliment, but everyone knows that in high school, if the big beauty who is secretly in love with 90% of the boys takes the initiative to talk to you and compliment you, then the dirty yīn plot in her heart has already been revealed; the second point to explain is that the seventeen-year-old blood lord, with a decent hairstyle, also wears a pair of glasses to pretend to be Sven, he hugs him all day long, haunts the dark corners of the gallery, and even deliberately hides his strong muscles in terms of clothing。 But none of this can hide his resolute face and the deep gaze of an action movie actor. If the blood lord had joined the football team, he might have become a big brother in high school. It's just that as he gets older, the blood lord gradually realizes the importance of being low-key, so he chooses to maintain the image of a nerd. So don't think it's a strange thing for him to be confessed by a girl, this guy has always been a sought-after item.

"Why don't you speak? Lynn said.

"Maybe he's just drugged, hahaha!" shouted the boy in the back seat, and then kissed the girl next to him.

"I remember...... He's your brother. The Blood Stalker said to Lynn.

"What's wrong with you today?" Cheever, what's wrong?" asked Lynn with a smile and concern.

"I killed him. The blood lord replied.

"What did you say?" Lynn opened her mouth in surprise.

At this time, the blood lord turned around, and the two young people who were still alive and kicking in the back seat just now became two cold corpses in a second.

The black-and-white clips flashed through the eyes of the blood lord like a slide, and he looked at the girl's corpse and said, "The wrist bone is broken, it must have been caused by a blunt instrument such as an iron rod or a wooden stick." He spoke like a doctor or a detective, and the picture before him was an alley with brick walls on both sides, and behind a wire door were several garbage cans, and a woman in a long dress, with her back to herself, and a man waving at her with an iron rod.

"That's ...... Prom. As the blood owl said this, a dark and empty environment appeared before his eyes, with a cylindrical white light falling overhead, and where the light was focused, the young Cheever Chirios was wearing a tuxedo and bow tie, while Lynn, in a backless evening gown, was snuggling into his arms and dancing three slow steps.

"We're dancing, and your brother is killing. The blood owl's gaze returned to the corpse of the girl in the back seat: "The collarbone is dislocated, it should be caused by the impact with the ground, and there is a bruise on the neck, indicating that her neck was directly strangled by someone's hand...... She struggled to survive, but apparently not very successfully.

Blood congealed in her mouth, and she knew she was going to die, so she died in that filthy alley. Her arms and elbows were covered in abrasions and deep cuts, indicating that she was struggling so hard that I could even imagine her screaming hoarsely......"

Cheever...... You ......" Lynn stopped the car, not knowing what kind of eyes she was looking at the blood lord under her sunglasses.

"These are just fragments of my memories. "I'll know that in such detail because I finally found the body and dissected her," said the Blood Lord. He looked back at Lynn, who was beside him: "Your brother accidentally broke and discovered his girlfriend's infidelity to him after an overdose of psychedelics, so he committed an impulsive murder. The body that no longer moved brought him back to his senses, and he hid the body in the garbage heap and fled home. He paused, "I remember when you were standing on the porch of your house and kissing me goodbye, and your brother came to us in panic like a madman. He was so scared, the fear had made him almost insane, he said what he had just done, and then ...... When you try to persuade him to turn himself in, he goes berserk, and he smashes the glass of the window next to him and rushes towards you. ”

The blood lord sneered: "I slaughtered him in front of you, it was as easy as tearing the wrapping paper of potato chips, and since you fainted from that time, you have been going to psychological counseling every week for the rest of your life, until after marriage." ”

A wisp of wind blew, and Lynn beside him disappeared, swept away like dust.

"Why didn't you kill Lynn?" another bloodlord spoke. (To be continued.) )