Fierce Love: Dawn Mystery

Carrying a bag of Hawaiian-style pizza, Kim thoughtfully walked on the leafy path, followed by a dachshund wagging its tail in the corner of the park.The little paws slapping on the masonry ground, the sound is not loud, but it is very clear in the whole quiet forest.

Kim couldn't help turning around, shaking the pizza bag in his hand, and the sausage's little head shook accordingly.He had no choice but to squat down, stare at the little sausage, and began to tease it casually.

"Come on, let my brother see, are you a girl or a boy?"

Kim turned the dog over and tickled it, the dachshund huddled up by him, and the occasional flattering whimper came out of his throat.

Until he was satisfied, he took out a piece of pizza from the cardboard box and fed it to him.

The little sausage ate in a hurry, and when he lowered his head, his tail wagged less frequently.

Kim stroked its raised back, as if envious: "You don't have to worry about it, you don't have to worry about anything when you're full."

Walking through the woods, there is a small wooden house with a single family, surrounded by two April cherry trees. It is unbelievable that in the bleak autumn weather, there are a few buds on the flower branches.It seems that no matter how cold the day is, spring also stays in this land, reluctant to leave.

At the same time, Kim kicked open the door of the wooden house, making a loud noise that frightened the birds on the branches.

"Doctor Monster, I brought rations to see you."

The light in the house is very dark, and the fresh pine scent is mixed with the smell of formalin, but Kim feels very familiar, as if this is the place where he can stay.

"An Ran, you're here." Wearing a white coat whose true color cannot be seen clearly, with messy brown curly hair, a man who can only be described as dirty slowly appeared in front of him.

The man has a beard of the same color as his hair, which cannot be ignored.The only eye-catching part can only be the pair of sea blue eyes covered by the big black frame, which are deeper and more shining than the sea water on any side.

Kim frowned and put the pizza on the table, looked around, but there was no place to sit down, so he stopped his gaze on the man's face again: "How long have I been talking, your beard should be shaved."

"Oh, An Ran, don't you know that in England in the nineteenth century, beards were a symbol of wisdom?"

"But in contemporary society, a beard like yours is obviously a symbol of mental retardation."

He giggled, opened the box, and saw that a piece of pizza was missing, "Did you steal it?"

Kim reluctantly found a low table to lean against: "I met a stray dog ​​on the road, I thought you would be happy to have lunch with it, doctor?"

Behind the wall on the left side of the room, he knew what was there, and every time he thought of those creatures that had been artificially sickened and disabled, he could always feel the fine hairs on his body standing up against the fabric with great dedication.

Withdrawing this terrifying association, Kim felt the eager gaze of the man behind him, the kind of cautiousness that was deeply attached but could not bear to be tarnished, which annoyed him for no reason.

"Don't look at me like that, you know I'm not him, Webb."

"I know, but An Ran, from the moment I copied you, you have to live as such an existence." Wei Bo's lips hidden under the beard opened and closed easily, and such a wonderful conclusion made people He was even more excited than when he first spoke at Harvard.

"Then I have to thank you." There was no smile in this sentence.

Webb put down the pizza in his hand and walked up to Kim, as if in a dream, he reached out to touch Kim's cheek: "Every blood vessel, every inch of your skin and even your hair are completely copied , it’s the same everywhere, voice, appearance including character, you are An Ran, my An Ran.”

That voice carried the elegance of American blues, and it was so low and charming that it seemed to be an irresistible and powerful magnetic field. There was a huge vortex in his sea-blue eyes, which invaded all thoughts.

If one day, you find that existence is a substitute

If there is a person who tells you that existence is for a conspiracy

If for a second you realize that existence is futile

So, would you like to be born again?