He was very unfamiliar with everything in front of him, but he was not disgusted with the person in front of him, and wanted to answer out of politeness, but when he searched his brain, he found that there was nothing in his mind, who he was, where he came from, all of them had no memory, and some stammered and said: "I don't know!"

He thought that his answer would surprise them, but he didn't expect Helsing and Rick to be very indifferent, and Rick was even more disappointed, waving his hand to show his inner speechlessness, "Hey, it's another one who says he doesn't know what his name is, how can it be like this." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Rick!" Helsing turned his head to scold, stopping Rick's grumbling, then looked at him with that kind expression and asked, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't know who you are, the xenos who come here all want to start over, whether you forget or don't want to remember, it's no problem, here is the starting point." ”

As soon as Helsing finished speaking, Rick walked over and placed a heavy old yellow leather book on the table in front of him, which seemed to have been passed down for a while, as if the program had been passed down for many years.

Helsing took the heavy book, turned it to a new page, and said to him, "Write your name on it, and it will be your new beginning." ”

This made him embarrassed, his mind was empty now, who still remembered what his name was, his face showed embarrassment, "But, I don't remember what my name is, how can I write my name on this?"

Helsing smiled gently, stood up and took out a pen made of feathers from the cabinet on the side, gently put it into his hand, and said: "This pen is also called mantra, what it writes down can never be false, you take it and write on it, think about your question in your heart, it will tell you what your name is!"

He picked up the light pen suspiciously, held it in his hand without any weight, dipped it in a few inks, moved the pen to the paper, and thought about who he was, and then the next second something happened that made him subvert the worldview, the pen in his hand actually moved by itself, and wrote the words "Gerald" on the yellow page, as if there was something left unfinished, but it stopped suddenly, as if it was interrupted.

Except for him who was holding the pen, no one else noticed anything unusual, Helsing looked down and said with a smile: "Gerald, such a name is really rare here!"

After putting down the quill, he himself looked at the name, Gerald, was he called Gerald before, whether it was or not, now it is, he must have an identity.

Helsing stretched out his index finger and slid over the place where Gerald had just written, feeling the friction of his fingertips, he hesitated and let out a puzzled sound, and muttered in his mouth: "It's really strange......" Rick saw Helsing's puzzled look, which was uncommon, and immediately became interested, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong, what's strange?"

Helsing scratched his head and said puzzled: "This book is connected to me, you wrote your name on this, it is equivalent to recording everything about you, including your xenomorph ability and identity, as long as I come into contact with me, I can know everything about the person associated with this name, but I can't feel anything about Gerald's name, I can't even sense what kind of species he is, it shouldn't be like this." The handwriting written in the mantra is definitely not fake, does it mean that he is a xenomorph that I have never seen before?" With a lot of questions in his heart, he turned his head to look at him and asked, "Child, how did you get here, do you still have an impression?"

He shook his head, his mind still blank, and he was unfamiliar with the name, "I don't remember where I came from, I only know that I was in the forest when I woke up, and then I met the man, and then I saw him, and now he is here, and I don't know anything else." ”

Rick, who had been pretending to be thinking about it on the side, said: "Old man Hai, is it a mistake, you can't sense anything, this has never happened in the past, could it be that he is not a xenomorph at all, just a human." ”

"Impossible!" Helin resolutely denied this, "The sense of smell of a xenohunter is absolutely infallible, since he is chasing him, it means that he is definitely a xenomorph, there is no doubt about this, but what race he is, this is the crux." "I can't even feel what kind of alien he is, such a mysterious, rare appearance of the holy book once in a hundred years, it's really strange that it is for him.

Gerald, you are also desperately trying to remember who you are, whether you really used to be called that name, but your brain is blank, all the memories are from the woods last night, it seems that there is a wall that perfectly blocks his memories, sealing them all, when he wants to break through the seal, it brings bursts of heart-rending pain, he can't help but cover his head and scream.

Seeing him in such pain, Hai Xin couldn't bear it, reached over and stroked his head, and said gently: "It's okay kid, forget it if you can't think of it, don't be embarrassed for yourself! You can rest for a while, but can you give me a drop of your blood?"

Although Gerald didn't know what Helsing was going to do, he didn't hate this slightly gray-haired old man from the bottom of his heart, and now that he didn't remember anything, he really needed someone who could help him, and he was happy to give a drop of his own blood.

Helsing took out a silver needle, lightly pricked a drop of blood on Gerald's fingertip, and said to him with a smile after putting it away: "Child, sleep, maybe everything will be different when you wake up!"

Gerald was lying on the couch, covered with a blanket and didn't notice it, and when Helsing said this, he realized that he had been naked all along, running naked in the woods, playing with the man, and being brought back naked by this man called Rick, and now thinking about it really made his face a little hot.

Helsing's attitude towards Rick is like two people, which makes Rick very unhappy in his heart, and deliberately stubbornly said: "Where do I find clothes for him, how do I know what kind of clothes he wears, cut, don't go!"

Helsing shouted, raised his hand and slammed it on Rick's head, and said, "Stinky boy, you will go if you are told to go, and bring him your clothes to wear, you are similar to him." ”

Rick was hurt by this knock, although his face was angry, but it was not anger, but he said a little unevenly: "Old man Hai, you are partial, no matter who it is, you will never stand on my side, leave any drudgery to me, and you will be angry with me!"

"Stinky boy, you say one more ......" Before Helsing could say the following words, Rick ran away screaming, leaving Helsing smiling bitterly.

Gerald, who was lying on the sofa, looked at the two people in front of him, although he had only known each other for a few minutes, but looking at them like this, a warmth always rose in his heart. It was only at this time that he took a serious look at this man named Helin for the first time, his figure was not tall, medium and a little lower, knocking Rick's head and tiptoeing, the contours of his face were very deep, his hair was slightly gray, his eyes were always full of vicissitudes, and his whole body was surrounded by a mysterious aura, but he couldn't say the feeling.

It didn't take long for Gerald to feel his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and he gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Helsing took Gerald's blood in his hand, and after everyone had left Gerald and fell asleep, he walked to another room, pushed open the secret compartment on the side of the cabinet, and a door appeared next to it, just the size of a person to pass through. He walked through the secret door with a low waist, and no one knew that there was still a hole behind this inconspicuous dilapidated wall.

This inconspicuous little room is not full of strange and mysterious things as expected, in this room of less than ten square meters, there is only a table, on which is placed a copper machine, two lens-like things connected to the two handles, and there is a cylinder at the bottom of the link, which looks like some kind of container or something.

Helsing walked up to a copper machine, poured the blood into it, and the lid of the cylinder closed instantly, followed by a series of mechanical "click" sounds, and the lenses with two handles rotated at the same time, when the rotation stopped, the machine emitted white smoke, but the inside of the lens was black, which made Helsing even more surprised, "How can this be, old man, can't even you detect what kind of xenomorph he is?"

He walked out and looked at Gerald lying there, wondering what kind of mysterious person this person was. Walked to the table over there, picked up the heavy old book on it, looked at the handwriting on it, and was deeply puzzled, but then closed the book heavily, and at the moment he closed the book, another handwriting suddenly appeared behind the name Gerald, but for a moment, no one would notice its existence.

Gerald Winchester