Obedience

"Hello, Arthur."

"Arthur!"

Hearing Caesar's cry, he came back to his senses as if waking up from a dream.

"Seeing that you have been in a trance, what are you thinking?"

Caesar squinted one eye and pulled the trigger neatly. Not far away, a rebel who was about to detonate a grenade fell down.

Arthur rubbed his temples, trying to concentrate on dealing with the rushing rebels.

For some reason, he has been restless since just now, and faintly feels that something is about to happen.

"If you're worried, go back and have a look."

Without looking up, Dr. Durant was typing on the keyboard of the portable handheld computer.

Caesar raised his eyebrows and smiled, freed his hands and pushed him: "Don't worry, I'm here. Go!"

Arthur hesitated for a moment, nodded, and ran away.

As expected.When he was approaching the tarmac, he was shocked to see a child squatting beside the ruins, rummaging through something with his hands.

And on the windowsill of the tall building on the right, a rebel was holding a gun, aiming at the target and pulling the trigger.

"Vincent!"

Arthur's breath was suffocated, and he rushed over with the fastest reaction his body could make, hugged Vincent tightly and threw himself to the side.

With a "bang", the bullet flew past his arm and cut his uniform.

For the first time since leaving the factory, he is thankful that he is a biochemical intelligent person, with faster reaction ability and swift speed than ordinary humans.

The sniper who exposed the target was shot in the head by Arthur before he could lose his face in shock.

The child lying on the ground didn't seem to realize what happened, and sat up rubbing his head.As soon as he stood up, Arthur roared in anger:

"Why are you disobedient? Why did you run out again? Do you know how much trouble you have caused me? Do you know that your life was almost lost?"

At that moment, his heart really tightened.Fear invaded my mind, I was afraid that the fresh life would stop breathing in the next second.

His chest was still congested, and his temples twitched intermittently.He turned his head and saw a biochemical intelligent person who had lost his limbs lying beside the ruins, and his electronic brain had been smashed.

Just now the child was squatting there, fascinated by this thing.

He looked down at Vincent, and said coolly:

"You turned off the security protection system just now, and now you are running around on the battlefield. You are really improving."

Vincent's face was flushed, and tears welled up in his eyes.He made a whining sound, and frantically gestured with his hands and feet.

Seeing the child's aggrieved and sad face, he suppressed the urge to erupt and said coldly:

"What, am I wrong?"

Tears rolled down my cheeks like broken pearls.Sobbing, Vincent got up and tried to grab Arthur's hand, but he threw it away.

"What do you want to explain?"

Arthur was unmoved.

Vincent wiped his tears with his arms indiscriminately, and wiped the black dust on his cheeks, looking like a cute and pitiful little cat.

The child first pointed to the dead body on the ground, then gestured for a gunshot gesture with his fingers, then put his arms in the shape of wings, and finally showed a shivering look.

Arthur saw Vincent's expression was very serious, it didn't look like he was joking.He thought about it, and after getting along for so long, Vincent had never hidden anything from him, nor had he deliberately lied or joked.

He doubtfully said: "You mean, this guy on the ground shot at the aircraft?"

Vincent showed delighted eyes, nodded, took his hand, and wrote:

"I'm afraid to go to you"

Seeing that Arthur still had a half-doubt expression, Vincent stomped his feet angrily, grabbed his clothes, and walked angrily to the tarmac.

Not long after, a mess came into view.

His aircraft was ruthlessly destroyed by a hail of bullets.The metal shell was beaten into a horrible sieve shape, and the bulletproof glass window on the front side was also covered with fine cracks like spider webs.Fortunately, the material was strong enough to withstand this wave of fierce attack. Although it was deformed unsightly, it did not allow the bullet to penetrate through it.

At this moment, a shrill cry came from the communicator at his waist.

As soon as it was opened, Caesar's anxious voice came over:

"The rebel army has launched a network invasion, and some biochemical intelligent people have lost control. One of them is wandering around the tarmac, and it has just been dealt with by the imperial army. It is said that as long as the electronic scanning device detects a human body, both the enemy and the enemy will shoot. Protect you The little one at home!"

After a brief reply, Arthur cut off the communication.

The child on the side was full of grievances, sobbing softly.

His heart softened instantly, he stroked his hair, and asked softly, "Is there any injury?"

Vincent turned his head angrily, avoiding his hand.

He squatted down impatiently, and wiped away the tears and stains on the child's face with his thumb: "I got angry at you just now, I'm sorry."

Vincent bit his lip and turned away from him.

He pulled Vincent into his arms, put his chin on the top of his head, and asked earnestly, "Even if you escape, the battlefield is so big, can you find me?"

The little head shook and let out a muffled grunt.

"Little fool."

The anger has gradually dissipated, Arthur smiled helplessly.

After a while, Vincent broke away from his arms, looked at him timidly, and wrote in his palm:

"pain"

It was only then that Arthur noticed that there was a bloody scratch on the outside of Vincent's calf. It was probably because he was too strong when he threw him down just now, and he rubbed against the rough rubble on the ground.

"Hey, bear with me, go back and help you deal with it."

He bent down and picked Vincent up from the ground, walking towards the aircraft.

Vincent twisted in his strong arms, and after finding a more comfortable position, he relaxed his whole body, blinked his red and swollen eyes from crying, and curled the corners of his mouth.

"You can still laugh."

He looked down at the child and said with a straight face:

"The next time you are in danger, use the communicator to call me, and I will rush back to rescue you anyway. The aircraft is the safest, even bullets will not penetrate it. Therefore, you are not allowed to turn off the safety protection system, and you are not allowed to Run out again, do you hear me?"

Seeing that Vincent in his arms showed no introspection at all, he frowned and said with emphasis: "Do you remember what I said before? If this happens again, you will be punished..."

Caught off guard, Vincent's arms suddenly wrapped around his neck.He felt the corners of his lips wet, and a feather-like light and soft touch fell on it.

After just a second of contact, the little guy shrank back, rubbed his matted curly hair against his chest, and closed his eyes.

There was a brief blank in his electronic brain, and a soft emotion wrapped around his heart, like a gentle hand, gently soothing his anger.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, hugged Vincent's arm tightly, and strode forward.

"...Forget it this time, let's not make an example next time."

Back on the aircraft, Arthur took out the medicine box and carefully disinfected Vincent with cotton balls soaked in alcohol.

Vincent retracted his legs in pain, bit his lower lip tightly after being stopped by Arthur, his eyes were wide open, and he forcibly held back the tears that were about to come out.

"Vincent."

Thinking of what happened just now, Arthur stopped his hands and said slowly:

"I'm not human, you know that."

Vincent looked at him fixedly and nodded.

He continued: "The guy who destroyed the aircraft is my kind. We are biochemical intelligent people created by humans. There is no so-called 'life', only the number of years. He was originally our weapon, but he was controlled by the other party. It may be that it detects that you are in the aircraft, so it keeps shooting."

Vincent tilted his head, his pure and flawless pupils did not blink, and seemed to be listening to him intently.

"Aren't you afraid that one day I will lose control too?" Arthur asked with interest.

A small hand reached out and wrote in the palm of his hand.

"Not afraid"

"Why?" He laughed dumbfounded.

"You won't hurt me"

The last stroke was written firmly and decisively.Vincent looked at him, curling the corners of his mouth.

"How do you know I won't hurt you?"

He chuckled, his emotions were inexplicably uncontrollable, and the speed of his speech involuntarily accelerated: "I have ended the lives of many people. Maybe your relatives are among those people. Don't you remember that we are on the battlefield Met in the past? You don't remember the first time we met, I pinched your neck and wanted to kill you? If I..."

A finger pressed against his lips, preventing him from continuing.

He looked up and saw Vincent frowning with a worried look on his face.

Arthur lowered his eyes and smiled, pinched Vincent's face, pretending to be relaxed and said:

"I'm curious, what am I in your eyes? Relatives, friends, cohabitants, servants who take care of you every day, owners who feed you, or just a stranger who doesn't matter?"

Do you know that every time I see you in danger, my heart constricts and I can barely breathe.

Do you know that you are more important than anyone else in my heart.

Do you know that I can't live without you.

You know nothing, little idiot.

Vincent wanted to stretch out his finger, but Arthur grabbed it.

"You can't talk, and we can't talk. We have been together for so long, I don't know whether you hate me, like me, appreciate me or..."

The unspoken words were blocked between the tightly pressed lips.

The aircraft fell silent in an instant, only each other's breath was entangled in the ears.

The kiss lasted only a few seconds.

After stopping Arthur's chatter, Vincent let go of his hand in satisfaction, blinked his eyes playfully, bit his lip and smiled.

"You..." Arthur froze.

The child took Arthur's hand and began to write vigorously in the palm.

The sentences were so long that he had to hold his breath to decipher them clearly.

"Not relatives, friends, cohabitants, servants, owners, strangers"

"it's OK"

"do not like"

"not grateful"

His breathing gradually became disordered.

Vincent paused, then bent down and continued writing.

"I"

One stroke at a time, as if to be written into his flesh and blood.

"Love you."