Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Fūya Rei stood aside, looking at his friend with a gentle expression.

He heard the endless beating of Hiro's chest echoing, as if he had woken up from an endless nightmare.

When the sun comes out, open the curtains, the haze dissipates, and it is another day full of vitality.

Zhu Fu Jingguang sat on the ground, supporting himself with his hands, keeping his upper body balanced and not daring to move.

He seemed to hear his friend calling him: Scotland.

He looked down at the furry head of his chest friend, feeling like laughing and crying at the same time.

"Scotland?" Zhu Fujingguang murmured, "Why did Zero call me by my code name..."

It was unknown how long it had been, so long that Zhu Fu Jingguang's body became numb, but the person lying on his chest remained motionless.

Are you asleep?

He shook his numb arm, endured the pain and raised his golden head, directly meeting the other person's calm and wooden eyes.

Zhu Fujingguang's heart ached, and he lowered his voice and asked, "What are you doing?"

The blond young man tilted his head back and stared at the cat-eyed young man motionlessly. Even though his main consciousness had left his body, he still stubbornly listened to the other's heartbeat.

It seems that this makes me feel at ease.

He didn't understand his own thoughts, nor could he understand why he did this. He looked confused and bewildered.

I just looked at the young man in front of me, subconsciously not wanting him to be sad.

So, he followed his instinct, his expression stiff and without any human emotion as he said, "A111, I will follow your instructions."

He was ignorant and blank, but he wanted to put his right to use in the hands of the young man and let the other party own everything he had.

It was the only thing he could give.

Even if the other party ordered him to die, he would not hesitate.

This faint trace of consciousness disappeared in an instant, and he returned to death.

Fūya Rei's gaze shifted from Morobushi Kagemitsu and fell on his clone.

It seemed like the pull of his body and consciousness allowed him to understand the unspoken meaning of his clone.

That is the relief and hope in despair.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips pursed, and he looked away embarrassedly.

At this time, Fūya Rei's impression of the clone had completely changed.

The clone is him.

He has lost his memory and is controlled by someone. The choices made by the clone are what Furuya Rei would do.

If he really became a clone, he would hand over the ownership to Hiro when everything was blank.

——Hiro will never hurt me.

When he is unable to control himself or loses control, Hiro will be his last line of defense, preventing him from doing things that go against his conscience, just like when he was ordered by Suzi to kill an innocent baby in the laboratory!

When Zhu Fujingguang heard the repetitive and mechanical words, his eyes dimmed for a moment.

He did not hear the sincere and frank heart in the blood-stained body of the blond young man, nor did he hear the trust and determination that the other party gave everything to.

He staggered to his feet, lifted his clone up and placed him on the sofa. Enduring the numbness and itchiness of his body, he bent down and looked directly into his friend's eyes. The subtle changes in his friend's expression just now had disappeared, and his cold and rigid look returned, as if the subtle consciousness that had finally awakened had fallen silent again.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something. He moved his mouth but couldn't say anything.

The curve of his mouth was sad and bitter. After a long pause, he took the other's hand and pressed it against his chest.

"Zero." He whispered softly, "I always feel like you are listening to my heartbeat."

Then can you hear my heart feeling sad for what you've gone through, wailing for your pain, and roaring in anger because of your appearance?

Bang, bang, bang—

Feeling the steady beating of his hands, a slight ripple appeared in the clone's eyes, which were free of any emotion and impurities.

As if he felt the same way, Fūya Rei's eyes curved, he opened his mouth and read out a name.

At the same time, the corners of the clone's mouth raised slightly, and his voice became smoother than before, but still without any ups and downs.

"Scotland."

"--Scotland."

The clone and Furuya Rei shouted at the same time.

Another name swirled on the clone's lips, but he suppressed it firmly in his throat, preventing it from being spoken.

I can't tell you, it will put Hiro in danger.

He frowned, his eyes filled with confusion, but it quickly turned into calmness.

After Zhu Fujingguang caught his subtle expression, there was a hint of expectation in his eyes. This time he was completely sure that Zero was listening to his heartbeat and that he still existed.

He said with a mixture of tears and laughter: "Zero, you will definitely get better, definitely."

Just like three months ago, you lost your memory again and again, but remembered me again and again.

He took a stack of paper from the table next to him, wiped the blood off the floor, and flushed the paper down the drain.

Staring at the sculpture-like young girl, he forced a gentle smile: "Zero, wait here for me, I'll make some food."

The clone tilted its head slightly and looked over, as if waiting for his instructions.

Zhu Fu Jingguang suppressed the sourness in his nose, turned around and went to the kitchen, quickly made some simple meals, brought them out, and led everyone to sit at the low table.

He placed the ham sandwich in front of the clone and said gently, "Zero, this is your favorite dish. Would you like to try it?"

Fūya Rei sat next to the clone, staring at the vegetables with longing eyes and a look of resentment.

He couldn't eat it at all.

The clone sat there stiffly, with an expression of confusion on his face. The things he once loved no longer caused him any excitement when placed before him.

Zhu Fujingguang suddenly clenched his chopsticks tightly, took a deep breath and said, "Zero, eat."

The clone looked up at him, picked up the chopsticks awkwardly, copied his posture exactly, and started eating stiffly.

After he became proficient in the movements, Zhu Fujingguang put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "Zero, do you remember the time I took you to see my brother?"

We agreed to enter the police academy together and become police officers.

While the clone was eating, he began to chatter about the past. Fūya Ling sat beside him, with a nostalgic and gentle smile on his face, and he agreed with a few words from time to time.

After finishing his meal, Zhu Fu Jingguang took out his bass from the study and sat in front of his clone.

"Zero, remember that nursery rhyme? I'll play it for you."

"Homeland" in G major floated out, and the melodious music lingered in the room.

The music played over and over again, but the clone remained silent. When its eyes looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang, they seemed to be looking at a very far place, but also seemed to be looking at nothing.

The time came to nine o'clock in the evening.

Zhu Fujingguang twitched his fingers and put down the bass.

He sat dejectedly on the ground, staring blankly at his friend. After a long moment of silence, he covered his face with his hands and choked out sobs, "How can I wake you up..."

He closed his eyes, took out his phone and opened a small group chat with his peers that he hadn't contacted for a long time.