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

【…

Every defect of 311 was simply repaired by the experimenters by forcibly injecting gene defect repair potion.

Perhaps they felt that the birth of this clone had lost its original value, so they used it as a test subject for various other projects.

Different pain awaited him every day.

After being injected with so many drugs and repair potions, side effects gradually appeared.

His body was forced to grow, and the passage of life accelerated.

The young man with waist-length hair sat on a chair with empty eyes and a dull expression, like a puppet without autonomy, being driven and manipulated by others.

His silky blue hair was cut short with scissors without hesitation, and the hair that fell to the ground was as lifeless as he was.

The woman who was styling his hair gently held his shoulders, leaned over to his ear, and whispered softly, "311, if you behave well during this time, we will take you away from here."

I don't know how much 311 listened to her words. As soon as she finished speaking, he nodded and mechanically responded, "Okay."

The woman stroked his head gently, as if she was treating her own beloved child, but there was a sinister smile on the corner of her mouth.

Since then, 311 has been learning how to smile, how to talk, etc.

He was originally exactly like Bechfinger, and with a smile that was specially taught to him, he looked more like the Bechfinger that everyone was familiar with.

……

311 was brought to a little pink-haired boy.

The little boy looked no more than seven or eight years old, but his aura was a little weak. In order to prevent him from escaping, the people in the organization did cruel things to him.

He looked like a defective piece of merchandise that was about to be thrown away, just like him.

311 thought so in his heart.

He noticed that the other person was stunned when he saw him, but didn't say anything.

The woman who had been beside 311 pointed at the boy and said to him, "This is the bait. In two days, you will follow the plan and lure that guy to the designated location. Do you remember the plan I told you yesterday?"

311 looked at the little boy and nodded slightly, "I understand."

The woman patted his head gently and pulled him away.

Before walking out of this cage-like room, 311 looked back at the pink-haired boy.

……

Tirese steamship.

311 was pulled to stand by the window, and at the woman's instruction, he looked towards the harbor and saw a group of people coming towards the ship.

The woman whispered in his ear: "See? They are your targets tonight."

311's expression remained blank. "Okay."

He stood there, scanning the faces of the group of people one by one, and then was taken away by the woman.

Hoshino Tsukasa came up to him, looked him up and down, then poked the corner of his mouth with the baton in his hand.

311 subconsciously smiled, and a glimmer of light appeared in his empty eyes, as if the puppet was injected with spirit.

But a puppet is just a puppet after all.

About fifteen minutes later, he was brought by Hoshino Tsukasa to the small living room, where he met face to face the group of people he had just seen.

311 heard them shouting "Behrfinger" to him.

But he was not the Bechfinger they were talking about.

311 seemed to understand something.

He smiled at them, but because of the nervousness in his heart, he couldn't finish a sentence fluently.

He was kept behind, supposedly to serve them, but actually for the plan.

311 was carrying poison, and he needed to find an opportunity to poison the people in front of him.

311 still had a smile on his face, but his clasped hands were trembling slightly.

When he saw the silver-haired boy appear here later, the false light in his eyes trembled for a moment, then he quickly lowered his eyes to hide it, and soon returned to the bright smile that he had practiced countless times.

It was really strange. He had clearly never seen this person before, but subconsciously he felt that the other person gave him a feeling that he had known him for a long time.

311 complied with all the requests made by the silver-haired boy, who was both laughing and crying.

The woman had told him that he was to do whatever they told him to do.

……

But 311 didn't expect them to be so friendly.

He had never encountered it.

He hesitated.

……

According to the plan, he took Liu Qingyao to the place where the pink-haired boy was imprisoned.

Looking at the young boy who was becoming even weaker, 311 fell silent, picked him up, took Liu Qingyao's hand and turned to run.

He vaguely heard a sharp voice calling him from behind.

311 runs faster.

……

It's okay, it's okay.

Anyway, he is just a defective product, a defective product that can be discarded at any time.

It’s okay to disobey once, right?

311 comforted himself in this way.

So he quietly let these people leave the ship, which was a trap, and secretly threw away the poison on his body.

……

it's OK.

It's actually good to be dead.

Compared to being injected with those potions, death is actually not painful at all...

311 thought so before his consciousness completely faded.

After ten years in this world that was so scary that he dared not stay, he slowly closed his eyes, and the only smile that came from his heart appeared on his face.

"..."

The content played was very bland, without any big ups and downs, but sentimental people would always feel sad because of this blandness and shed sad tears.

Liu Qingyao sighed deeply and looked at Bei Hefeng with a complicated look.

"It turns out that they are the same person's genes... In some aspects, they are extremely similar."

As he spoke, Liu Qingyao glanced at a silver-haired boy and a blonde girl who were sleeping soundly.

It just happened that my eyes met the latter's.

Liu Qingyao: “…”

He smiled silently at the other person.

As long as he is not embarrassed, then it will be others who are embarrassed!

Murataya: "..."

The familiar "END" appeared on the screen, which meant that they needed to draw viewers again.

This time the blue light stopped at Yuanshan Heye's position.

She took a deep breath, wiped the tears that still remained in the corners of her eyes, hesitated for a while, and then poked the card in the middle.

The card rotated to reveal a black cat on the front.

——It’s Murataya.

Yuanshan Heye blinked and subconsciously turned to look at the blonde girl.

Murataya paused, sighed softly, and leaned back in her chair in a relaxed manner. Noticing Toyama Heye's gaze, she turned her head and gave her a faint smile.

Yuanshan Heye's eyelids twitched and he quickly looked away.

The picture gradually appeared on the black screen and everyone's attention shifted to it.

【…

Since being picked up by R and brought back to the church, Murataya has been either learning witchcraft and spells or dealing with matters within the church.

She obviously looks only a few years old.

Although the witches are very mature mentally.

In the church, members do not call her by her name directly, but call her the Great Witch according to her status.

I have to say, but Murataya actually likes this name very much.

Since Jiaodao does not belong to the same space as other areas, the weather here is always good.

The blonde girl lazily lay on a lounge chair, basking in the sun, sniffing the rich but not pungent fragrance of flowers. She looked so leisurely and comfortable.

She held a ball that looked like a ball of mist in her hand, and her tea-green eyes were filled with some thoughts.

After a long time, she clenched the mist ball in her hand, stood up from the lounge chair and walked out of the garden.

"Godfather, please take me to that base tonight." The girl lifted her skirt and walked to the tree full of wisteria flowers. She sat down next to the noble and elegant young man, looking at him with a sweet smile on her face.

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at her with a smile.

Murataya responded with an even brighter smile, put her arm around R's arm, and said coquettishly: "I want to give a small gift to that base and my dear but disobedient brother~"

R smiled and said, "Okay."

Murataya's eyes lit up slightly, "That's great, thank you Godfather~"

She let go of his arm and made a heart shape to him. "Love you, Godfather."

R smiled helplessly and shook his head slightly, then chased him away, "Go prepare the 'gift' you mentioned."

"Good."

Murataya happily got up and left, returning to the room to prepare a box.

This box is a miniature space box that can hold twice as much stuff.

She stuffed all the materials for making bombs into it.

She was sure that the guy who was worse than her would definitely like this little thing.

That’s right, the gift given to No. 0 and the gift given to the base are exactly the same. 】

Liu Qingyao clicked his tongue a few times and said with a very emotional tone: "Sure enough, they really are the same genes. Look at how well they understand each other."

The corners of Murataya's mouth twitched slightly.

Haha, she knew that this guy would start to make complaints again.

Liu Qingyao: Hehehe.

[As night fell, with the help of R, Murataya entered room 0, pulled up room 0 who was sleeping soundly, and took out the ball with a hint of temptation in her tone.

As long as No. 0 takes it, he will become a real witch and reduce the negative effects of those experiments.

However, No. 0 refused. This was within her expectations. After all, she couldn't swallow any of this thing herself, so she didn't mean to force him at all. She put it away and took out the prepared box and handed it to him. 】

"Thank you sister for sending the bomb from thousands of miles away~~"

A deliberately suppressed voice sounded.

Murataya: "..."

She glanced at Bertrand who had woken up again without saying a word, "Go back to sleep."

Bertrand: “Hehe.”

Witch: “…” Speechless.

【…

After delivering the bomb materials, although Murataya didn't care much about the situation at the base, she also learned that No. 0 had escaped from there.

It was worth it that she left some clues.

A smile curved up the corner of Murataya's mouth.

But she soon stopped laughing.

Murataya, who had just assigned a batch of tasks to the members, walked out of the room and planned to take a walk to relax, but when she turned around, she saw R.

And she saw that he was holding a child in his arms who looked slightly older than her.

Murataya: ...?

She opened her mouth slightly, looked at R with a slightly complicated expression, and stepped forward to meet him.

"Godfather...are you picking up children from the church again?"

The curve of R's mouth slightly widened, and he poked the unconscious child's cheek with his fingertips and said, "Don't make it sound like I pick up children frequently. Besides, this child is pretty, isn't he? He's about the same age as you, so it would be great to bring him back to keep you company."

As he spoke, he squatted down to make it easier for Murataya to see the child in his arms.

Murataya took a closer look, "Boy?"

"Ah."

R responded, stood up and continued to lead people to the empty room.

Murataya sighed and followed beside him, watching R put the child on the bed.

She asked a few questions: "What's the situation with this child?"

R smiled and said, "It's a little special."

"What do you mean?" Murataya raised her eyebrows, and there was suddenly more curiosity in her eyes.

"This child is a very rare prophet." R sat down on the chair next to him and glanced at the tiny child on the bed.

"Huh?" Murataya was stunned for a moment, then looked at the young boy with some doubt, "Prophet? Is it the one I know? But why do you say he is special?"

R's lips curled slightly, and he didn't explain anything. He just said, "You'll know later."

Murataya squinted her lips and looked at R with a bit of resentment: "...If you don't intend to tell me, why do you still arouse my curiosity?"

Unexpectedly, the other party looked at her, and suddenly reached out and pressed her head, "Then this child will be left to you to take care of."

After saying that, without giving Murataya time to react, he disappeared from the spot the next moment.

Murataya was stunned for a moment, then again, and finally opened her eyes wide in disbelief, waiting for the empty chair, "Really? You want me to take care of him???"

Murataya was furious and looked at the still unconscious boy with some annoyance.

He had a delicate look, but his face was a little pale and his brows were furrowed. It was obvious that he was not at peace in his sleep.

Murataya's gaze paused on his face for a moment, and then she pondered for a moment.

"Well... I'll just take care of him for his good looks."

Gracefully smoothing her hair that fell on her chest, Murataya instructed Yuna to report to her as soon as the boy woke up, and then she left the room. 】

Liu Qingyao touched his chin and thought seriously, "That child is Master Bei Ling, right?"

Everyone also noticed it, and after Liu Qingyao said this, some people looked at Bei Lingyinwu who hadn't said a word.

Although his eyes were still covered with cloth, one could still see the similarities between him and the young boy on the screen.

Apart from that, well... they all look equally exquisite, which makes people feel pleasing to the eye.

But to be honest, none of them are ugly.