It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

【…

At first, Asa could still bear it. Except for his eyes being a little dazed, he was completely unmoved.

But after more than ten minutes, he couldn't help but curl up like a snake, pressing his fists against his chest, as if doing so could relieve some of the pain.

His body trembled slightly and his breathing became rapid.

I don’t know whether this is the remaining physical pain or the mental torture.

Asa didn't know.

He just felt that he was in terrible pain.

He couldn't control his hands.

The clenched fists unclenched and clenched again.

The exposed sharp fingertips cut through his clothes, leaving several shocking scratches on his chest.

But he seemed to be unable to feel the pain on the surface of his body.

Asa's rapid breathing echoed in the quiet room.

He seemed to be drowned in an impenetrable toxic smog, his consciousness was constantly eroded, and he had no idea how much time had passed.

After enduring the intense pain, Asa stood up from the sofa with a slight tremor, and went to the bathroom with unsteady steps to wash off the cold sweat on his body.

Soon, he walked out of the bathroom with long wet hair, which soon soaked his newly changed shirt.

Asa half-lay on the sofa in a daze for a while, and only after he came to his senses did he use the Plus version of the cleaning technique.

Hair and wet areas dry instantly.

Asa rested his chin on his arm and slowly stroked the snake scales on Benshan's body with his other hand.

Feeling his master's sadness, Benshan curled up quietly.

Asa shifted his sitting position slightly, and his expression showed no emotion.

After staring at Benshan for a long time, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and his tone was tinged with a little confusion. He whispered softly, and it was unclear whether he was talking to Benshan or talking to himself, "Benshan, tell me, what is the purpose of me waiting for so long..."

Benshan didn't understand, so he just rubbed his head gently against the palm of his hand.

Asa stopped talking, lowered his head, and lay there quietly, not knowing whether he fell asleep or not.

……

Asa felt that time was passing both quickly and slowly.

A few more years passed, and the bead he placed next to him glowed slightly, and the guiding red line that only Asa could see appeared again.

Asa paused for a moment, put the beads away, stood up, and disappeared from the spot the next second.

He showed up at an airport.

He immediately saw the young man waiting to board the plane.

After thinking about it, Asa also bought a plane ticket to the same destination as his, and then sat in the empty seat behind him and waited together.

Although there was still some distance, Asa felt that the vague pain in his chest had dissipated a little.

He sighed softly, but lowered his head and didn't look at him.

During the boarding process, he followed the boy silently.

Unfortunately, his location was quite far from the boy's, so Asa had no choice but to wait in boredom for the plane to arrive at its destination.

When getting off the plane, he walked behind the boy. Asa saw that he was swaying and seemed to be fainting. He subconsciously reached out to support him and took him to the side to rest.

During this time, Asa was looking at him all the time, and his fingertips even trembled slightly, but the boy who felt uncomfortable did not notice it.

Soon, Asa let go of the boy and smiled at him.

Maybe he could make a good impression on him, and then he could approach him easily.

A similar thought popped into Asa's mind.

but……

It hurts.

Asa leaned against the sofa, holding a knife that reflected cold light in his hand, as if he wanted to use it to stab into his heart to relieve the pain.

Clang.

The knife was thrown to the ground, and Asa took a few breaths. Soon, he calmly walked to the house where the boy lived. Unfortunately, he was not at home.