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

Bertrand tilted his head and looked at this exquisite specimen. After a moment of thought, he suddenly picked up the pair of green cat eyes that Bechfinger had given him.

He lifted the glass jar so that the eyeball floating inside was facing the cheek of the exquisite specimen, and he observed it with one eye closed, and then his eyes lit up.

"Ahh! It seems to fit!"

After dealing with the cat's eye ball, Bertrand jumped in front of the glass cover and pressed a button beside it.

After the glass cover was opened, he was lifted up by the raised platform, allowing him to easily touch the specimen's face while sitting.

After installing the eyes on her, Bertrand reached out and touched the back of her neck, then pressed a button.

Then, she blinked her eyes lightly, a smile appeared on her delicate face, she even began to dance, her red lips lightly moved as she uttered a soft voice, but there was a sense of weirdness in her gentle singing.

"...

A blank world with no one to depict

Only time is left to struggle with the old rules

The rose that came from the cracks in time and space

The petals wither and drown out the glory

The love of dawn is as guilty as the night

Starlight stagnates, hides, and breaks

......"

Looking at the doll that looked almost identical to a real person except that it couldn't speak on its own, Bertrand put his hands on his waist and nodded with great satisfaction.

After pressing another button at the back of her neck, he closed the glass cover back.

Then he happily went to deal with other specimens.

……

In the hospital, Bechfinger silently cast an illusion on Maori before opening the window and jumping in.

She floated to Qianzhu's bedside, looked at his pale face, and a trace of heartache for herself flashed across her purple eyes.

Why is he so pitiful? He is still weak and sick when he comes to the new world.

This dog world consciousness!

Ah tui!

After tidying up the hair on Qianzhu's forehead and pulling the quilt for him, Beihefeng supported his head with both hands and looked at himself quietly for several hours.

It was almost dawn when he reluctantly climbed out the window and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to remove the illusion he had cast on Maori.

Not long after he left, Qianzhu woke up on the hospital bed, her amber eyes looking empty and dull.

[Host!]

01, who had been curled up next to his cheek, shouted worriedly.

Qianzhu blinked and his eyes refocused.

"Ok?"

[Host, are you okay?]

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Taking off the oxygen mask, Qianzhu slowly sat up and leaned his back against the head of the bed.

Looking at Maori who was already asleep next to him, Qianzhu raised his hand and rubbed his temple, then turned his head to look out the window, his eyes beginning to become dazed and dull.

He had a dream.

He dreamed of 'Thousands of Fields and Thousands of Bamboos'.

It seemed that he was still very young, about two or three years old.

The three of them live abroad and lead an ordinary and warm life every day.

But one night, he heard the sound of his parents quarreling and other things colliding in his sleep, and when he walked out of the room to check.

He saw that the living room was covered with red water.

Being too young, he didn't know that it was called blood.

He only knew that his parents fell into the red water, their bodies covered in that color, and they were leaning against each other. No matter how he called out, they didn't respond to him.

He stayed beside his parents' gradually cooling bodies until dawn, when he was discovered by a neighbor who noticed something was wrong.

"..."

Qianzhu felt no emotion.

Really looks like him.

No wonder even though Qianye Qianzhu's body didn't match his soul, he still became him.