happiness experiment

When Bertrell was a child, he was invincible, half of which was attributed to his adoptive father who had a death knell radar and rushed hundreds of miles to rescue him.

So in his heart, Olka is really a good person. Although he is wicked and lazy, he is still a very gentle and helpful person.

However, the reality told him that he thought too much.

Not every good-looking villain has the beautiful and contrasting cute attributes of kindness and gentleness, and not every protagonist's assumptions and tongue-in-cheek can come true—not to mention that Belle is not the protagonist.

When he tried to punish the evil and promote the good again, he was arrested by the cult organization for experimentation.That experiment seems to have been initiated by the Witch of Misfortune to twist the minds of ordinary people by injecting them with blood that is indispensable to their existence, thereby creating more tragedies and disasters.After all, there are more or less personality flaws in the indispensable beings... Let alone the devils, their Moge is to eat and eat.

Later, this experiment was followed by anti-socialist and overly power-hungry people, and gradually developed into a huge organization.

"It's okay, my adoptive father will rescue us."

Speaking of Olka's words that she might give up her custody rights directly, Bertrell softly comforted the little girl who was captured together with her—she had just been injected with blood, and she felt that she was not well.

"...Woo...but...so noisy..."

The girl cried and said.

"Hey? Me QAQ sorry..."

"No... there are bells..."

"The bell..." Belle couldn't help but widen his eyes, "Could it be...Olka's..."

Did this group of people hurt Olka? !

He bit his lower lip worriedly.

"It's so noisy... woo..."

The girl hugged her head in pain and curled up on the ground.

"Try to focus on what I'm saying, can you do that?"

Usually, when the death knell priest at home suffers from a severe headache, he will ask Bertrell to perform an opera or divert his attention—that's why a certain future Pope can communicate with people so freely in a female voice or a soprano.

"Ugh...ah..."

However, the girl seemed to be unable to hear his voice, still struggling in pain.

"Next!"

The preparations for the laboratory were over, and a few Frankensteins who looked like they were not very good people grabbed Bertrell and threw them in.

"let me go!"

The boy's voice was ruthlessly ignored.

When he was actually tied to the operating table, the bloody smell and the smell of sweat from whoever left behind penetrated into his nose from the restraint tool, making his stomach churn, but because his mouth was also sealed, he couldn't vent it.

He felt that he was probably crying, but it was useless. There was only one person in this world who loved to see him cry and hated him the most, and that person was not here now.

A wise man once said that reality rules all kinds of dissatisfaction.This sentence is especially applicable to bear children in various poses and styles.

And now this brat was lucky enough to welcome his "Nobody", and he didn't even need to shout "Broken Throat".

"Let go of people." Olka, who kicked open the door of the laboratory, couldn't help covering her nose, "Then do some sanitation work."

"Woooo..."

Belleville struggled to sob.

"Yes... my lord..."

The moment the bondage was released, the bear child threw himself into the arms of his adoptive father and wept bitterly.

"Olka... woo...Olka..."

"Why did you make it smell as bad as when I picked you up?" The other party took the child off his body mercilessly, "Can I give up custody right now?"

"Can the experiment continue if you give up custody?"

A Frankenstein asked desperately.

"No."

Smiling, said the priest who exploded his limbs with blood-replenishing magic.

"Woo... Olka... why do you know these bad guys..."

Because of the tears in his eyes from crying, Bertrell only thought that Frankenstein's screams were caused by being injured by Olka.

"Well~ Because this experiment sounds very interesting~ I funded it~ People always have to make some contributions to society~"

Although it is good or bad, I have to smile in brackets.

"Hey?"

The child stopped crying for a moment.

"But... they are bad people..."

"But I'm too lazy to be a good person."

Olka winked innocently at the child.

"...it's not the same at all!"

"Oh."

The adoptive father, who didn't care about the child's entanglement at all, was too lazy to think about the way of raising the child, picked up his son and ran away, leaving behind a few weird people who were timid... and an experimental material without limbs.

"Wait...Olka..." Bertrelle desperately grabbed Olka, and pulled him to the little girl, "at least...at least help her...she was injected with your blood..."

At this time, the little girl's eyes were completely slackened, and she was limp on the ground, muttering words that others could no longer understand.

"Oh."

So the considerate adoptive father responded to his son's wish and cast a spell, and the little girl closed her eyes forever.

"...Olka?"

"You said you asked me to help her, so that her bell can also stop."

"It's not like this... I'm not talking about this method..."

You can save her, you know a way to stop the bell other than death...

Belleville looked at the man's unchanging smile and was speechless.

"That method is too troublesome to use."

He could almost imagine how Olka would answer him.

It was the first time Olka killed someone in front of him, he failed to stop it, and now, on this cruise ship that was about to be swept away by killings, it was his thirty-eight thousand one hundredth time to try to stop it- unfortunately , so far, the success rate is zero.

"Hurry up if you want to make a move, the death knell of the uncle behind you gave me a headache."

The light blond priest on the opposite side rubbed his brows, and then pressed the center of his brows to the edge of the table tiredly.

"Can't you be too lazy to kill once?"

Beatre smiled wryly and swung his sword, cutting a slit neatly on the long skirt to make it easier to move.

"People always have some leeway, so I'm too lazy not to kill."

The spell followed the light towards the blade.

—————Decompose the Rabbit—————

"..."

"..."

When Aisha returned to the room, her lovely childhood sweetheart was sitting in her room with a pale face, and in front of her was a person-high safe that had been destroyed from the inside.

"What's the matter, Mattie, you look so pale?" She tilted her head and looked at the woman, "Is it because I didn't listen to you and ran out of the closet?"

"You know what happened." Dr. Marty looked up and looked at Aisha fixedly, "Aisha, why did you do such a thing? Grandma... Grandma has always..."

"Why?" The blond girl shook the cute flower-shaped cup in her hand, "Because you worked so hard~"

"Obviously I just thought it was fun and poisoned that uncle to death, but you actually helped me deal with the aftermath so seriously, and even tricked the witch of lies into it~ I must repay you with the greatest tragedy."

The woman's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Rescue a friend without hesitating to violate conscience and morality, but become an accomplice to the death of your only relative. Isn't it a good script?"

The girl smiled sweetly: "The blood of the Disaster Witch in my body told me so."

"..."

It was an ordinary night that couldn't be more ordinary. The witch who likes to make trouble injected her blood into the bodies of several teenagers and girls, and Aisha was one of them.

Although with the help of Dr. Marty, her condition did not immediately deteriorate, but the witch's distortion gradually took root in her heart.

"... Aisha... run away..." As if giving up, Dr. Marty held the hand of her childhood sweetheart with tears in her eyes, "The church will not let a threat like you go."

"That doesn't matter..." Aisha spread her hands, "Before that, I have to finish the tragic ending first."

She gently pushed the woman's hand away, held it again as if unwilling to give up, and let it go again.

"Uh……"

Then she killed her best friend with a poisoned dagger.

"The last tragedy..." She hugged Mattie's body, letting Yinhong soak her clothes, and a scorching hot stream flowed down her skin, "To my dear Aisha..."

The witch's smile hangs on the girl's tearful face. It is a tragedy that belongs to her alone after killing the person she loves.

After a long time, she gently put down her friend's body, and greeted the new intruder with a smile full of tears.

"Kill me."

She spoke calmly with the light of a flaxen-haired girl eager to draw.

So Massaguer also smiled back at her, and slowly raised his hand (rabbit hole) gun——

"boom--"

Massaguer watched the blond girl's body slowly fall to the ground, like an elf who snatched the snatched voice from the goddess, almost smiling happily.

It was a smile that belonged to Aisha herself, not the Witch of Disaster.

Massaguer smiled like she did, raised the gun in his hand, and kissed deeply.

Engraved on the handle of the gun is the doomed fate, massacre, where the Queen of Slaughter is born.

In the narrow box not far away, the young man who sensed all this reality let out a wry smile.

The girl he cherished finally stepped into this twisted quagmire.