Heartbreaker

At night, the underground secret passage of Santa Maria Cathedral.

Douglas stood behind a large glass, watching the situation on the other side.The "cage" made of the chaotic stone's fleshy whiskers fit tightly together, and a thick blood squirmed.

At the other end of the glass, two strong physicians were tying a man on the verge of collapse to a chair.The gagged man screamed and the chair was knocked loudly.As soon as the fabric in his mouth was taken out, the man watched the doctor leave the flesh-colored rattan cage, and cried out to a group of people staring at him outside the glass wall, "Please! Let me go! Help—help!!"

The doctor on the side turned his head to the side and said to Douglas, "Bishop, can we start?"

Douglas narrowed his eyes and said, "How much undead power have you taken out in the past month?"

The doctor replied, "Only 30.00% of that undead's body. In order to improve the efficiency, we have been looking for a soul-absorbing container that can match this undead, so we spent some time."

Douglas frowned and said, "Isn't the blue conite used before?"

The doctor said with a headache, "No, bishop, it's not pure enough. We tried diamonds and found that the compatibility has been greatly improved. It's just..."

It is expensive.It's too expensive, a diamond that can hold the full power of this undead is simply sky-high.

Douglas obviously understood the crux of the problem, and said, "It doesn't matter, diamonds are diamonds, as long as the technology is sufficient, the need for a little money is not difficult."

The people behind the glass wall have already collapsed their seats, and are running like mad, trying to break through the cage of flesh and blood.Douglas said, "That's it. Time is tight, get it done as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, a branch-shaped white light suddenly appeared on the arm of a doctor on the other side, and correspondingly, two thick tentacles protruded from the cage, and the same light patterns flowed from the muscled bloody arms.The tentacles are holding a huge blue cone stone, and every finely sliced ​​facet reflects moving light, and a circle of faint blue flame rises from the shiny surface.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The man was bound by spreading tentacles all over his body, and screamed as if he had seen a ghost when he saw the beautiful blue diamond.Tentacles tightened his limbs like a leech, and a slender tendril became as thin as a blade. Gently stroked the man's neck artery, and a large stream of blood gushed out immediately!

"Uh...uh..."

The blood waterfall stained the body red, the man's eyes were empty, and he groaned like a gossamer.The blade of the blade moved again and turned into a spiral-headed iron saw, piercing into the man's weak beating heart, and purple-black blood slowly flowed out from the small hole.

At this time, the faint blue flames began to escape from the blue conite, pouring continuously towards the broken heart of the man.Although the flesh mustaches had made many wounds on the man's body, the flames mainly traveled to the heart, brain and eyes, seeping into the skin of the dead body.

A doctor sighed, "It's really not easy to get an undead. It is said that necromancers can easily create undead, so why don't we catch a mage?"

Douglas said lightly, "Necromancers are not easy to catch. They will only accept the entrustment of outlaws and ignore us researchers. Besides, our current research goal is not to create more undead, but to realize the relationship between humans and undead." morphological transformations between

In the midst of the conversation, the man behind the glass suddenly let out a muffled groan.All of a sudden, the doctors stopped chatting and held up their own investigation record books at the same time!

Douglas suddenly shouted, "Record the emotional components of this undead power! It must be accurate and there must be no mistakes!"

The faint blue flame surged behind the dead body's skin, pushing out the fragile skin into swollen balls, like boiling steam about to open the lid of a pot.With two clicks, the dead corpse's eyeballs were pushed out, the eye sockets were filled with flames, and ferocious flame tails swayed from the corners of the eyes.

A physician exclaimed, "Joy, 40.00%!"

"Anger, 5.00%!"

"Sad, 30.00%!"

"Fear, 20.00% five!"

"The physiological mechanism caused by it has..."

Before the last doctor finished speaking, there was an explosion-like scream in the glass wall, and the faint blue flames slid down from the transparent glass wall like waves hitting the embankment. You have to fall on your back.

For a moment, the noise of the glass wall vibrating like a wave swallowed up all the sounds. Almost everyone thought that the glass would be smashed by this terrible force, and hurriedly crouched on the ground with their heads in their hands!In the flying dust, only Douglas stood with his hands behind his back as a rock in the scattered gray mist, staring at every change in the meat cage.

The experimental subject is gone, probably blown into dust.The remaining undead power lost its carrier, and slowly climbed back to the blue cone, sparkling and rippling like a stream of water sealed in diamonds.

The rest of the doctors waited until the smoke cleared before getting up cautiously, "Bishop..."

Douglas said, "Has the physiological changes been documented?"

A doctor frantically flipped through the crumpled notebook and heaved a sigh of relief, "No problem, Bishop."

Douglas took the notebook, browsed it for a while, and closed it, "There is not much to gain. But this time the experimental subject is not simply torn apart, but the whole body is blown into ashes. This phenomenon is more interesting, and we will wait for it later." observe……"

cluck cluck, cluck cluck.

There was a sound like clockwork turning.The doctors turned their heads and looked around, and found that the sound came from an eyeball embedded in the wall, and the pupils danced rapidly in the white of the eyes.

Douglas' pupils shrank, and he suddenly said, "This is the end of today's observation experiment, don't forget to summarize the results of the records, we will continue another day."

He put on the cloak and strode away from the secret passage, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Things have changed.

****

I slipped back to the "rat cage" with Messiah.The night is deep, and there is no one around, only my tiny steps of trampling on the branches and leaves.Although the Messiah walked with me among the dry branches and leaves all over the ground, it was strange that his steps were as light as a ghost.

"Wait, someone!"

I covered Messiah's mouth, and the two of them got together and hid behind a tree. They listened to the footsteps gradually fade away before poking out their heads to check the situation.

The two doctors asked as they walked, "How's the result of tonight's rounds?"

"That kid, Lemon Bonespur, isn't here."

"Not here? Then why didn't you report it?"

The doctor sneered, "Oh, who would dare to report to the respected Brother Polu? You have seen what happened that day. It was clearly the fault of that stupid monk. Instead, we were reprimanded by the bishop."

"Fortunately, the bishop is not so confused as to change the rules of the mouse cage."

"I don't care about him. Our bishop has such an attitude, who dares to knowingly commit a crime? That experimental subject named Lemon Bone Spur has an accident, and we can just push it to that stupid monk. Anyway, he should be fully responsible, hahaha... ..."

The two stupid pigs sang and walked away, which made people laugh out loud.I pulled Messiah up and continued to run towards the "rat cage".The path is quiet, only the rustling of the wind.Messiah followed me quietly for a while, then suddenly said, "Are you that Lemon Bone Spur, sir?"

I said, "It's me."

Messiah's voice sounded a little trance, "Is that your real name?"

"Yes."

He was silent, and when he approached the door of the "rat cage", Messiah suddenly said, "Please call me 'Ro' from now on, Mr. Lemon. I, I hope you can call me that."

I turned my head, "Why?"

"Because—" his voice suddenly became agitated, I don't know whether it was joy or something, "I often have a dream. In the dream, a gentle person said to me, 'Luo, I am Lemon'...and, in After meeting you, I somehow felt that that person might be you."

I thought of the weird portrait he drew, that silly boy who couldn't understand whether he was crying or not, and I felt complicated for a moment, "Actually, I think that the person you're talking about may not be me."

"Oh." His tone was a little lost.

I squeezed his delicate hand tightly and said in a muffled voice, "Then can I still call you 'Luo'?"

He said pleasantly, "If you want, of course you can."

"That's great."

The cloud that had gathered over my head lifted and I almost whistled.

"Don't be 'sir', come 'sir', and call me Lemon."

"it is good."

The black-robed monk was waiting for us at the door of the "rat cage", holding a lantern, shivering in the cold wind.Seeing my safe return, he immediately beamed with joy, "Brother Lemon, you go back—"

The Messiah—no, Luo, who was wrapped in a black cloak, lifted the black hood, revealing a snow-white face, and smiled at the monk, "Hello, Brother Wash Polu."

Polu opened his mouth in disbelief, "Me, Messiah?! Lord, you really brought back the noble and holy Messiah?!"

I blew my whistle with a smile.Luo said bluntly, "Don't say that, Brother Bolu. Lemon said that there is something he must let me know, and I will let him live..."

【what--! 】

At this moment, a sharp scream resounded through the empty corridor, probably from a woman who couldn't bear the pain.The monk and I showed familiar expressions, but Luo was startled, staggered and almost fell.

Without doing anything, I pretended to be nonchalant, and took the long-coveted god into my arms.He said in surprise, "What's going on? Why are there screams here?"

Brother Polu and I were silent, and only led him into the spooky tall building.In the thick darkness, the sounds of coughing, vomiting, and groaning were amplified by the silence, echoing mysteriously.As we passed a door, there was a sudden crash on the other side of the door, so strong that it almost smashed the door panel!

Just as Luo was about to step forward, I knocked on the door first and said, "Dude, do you hurt?"

After a while, a dying response came from inside, "It hurts...the lead has solidified in my brain..."

I continued, "Then you are really unlucky, what experiment did they do to you during the day?"

"I... I can't remember..." the man gasped weakly, "It's probably a brain operation... My blood must have been taken away by them, otherwise why would it hurt so much..."

Hearing what the other party said, Luo hurriedly said to the black-robed monk, "Brother Bolu, my blood can heal others. Can you open this door?"

"and many more."

I stopped Luo with complicated emotions.To be honest, although I feel the pain of other people, I still feel bad when I think of Luo hurting himself to save us.

Luo turned to look at me, "What's the matter, Lemon?"

"What do you want to do? Heal others by cutting off your own flesh and blood?" I said calmly, took his arm, and strode towards the end of the corridor!Luo was at a loss for my sudden anger. Brother Polu trotted after us, panting from exhaustion just keeping up with my speed.

"Listen, Luo," I said, "how many tortured people here, how many moaning sick people."

With the sound of our footsteps echoing in the corridor, more and more patients were awakened, restless in the quiet night.They wept, wailed, and some murmured against the wall, talking crazy nonsense, passively venting their despair. The doctors in the "rat cage" were stingy with treating us with sophisticated medicines. As long as they didn't affect the experiment, they were happy to let us suffer physical pain and mental torture.

After all, the more tortured a person is, the more pale and numb they become, becoming scarecrows with only physiological functions, which is in the arms of these dog doctors.

"You know, Luo, no one here cares about our lives."

When he reached the end of the corridor, Luo squatted down, grabbed his hair, and was extremely saddened by those painful cries.I squatted beside him, hugged his trembling body in my arms, and said in a low voice, "That's why, when I hear that you are willing to be used by the church to save others, I am so angry. Because I know they are ruining you You are a tool to satisfy your desires. You have indeed saved many people, but the ones the church needs you to save. Why are those people worthy of their saving? Because it can bring money, reputation and status. A benevolent and compassionate heart is put on the same scale by them as money and copper, and weighs everything."

"From the beginning to the end, they have been deceiving your sincerity and advocating your goodwill as a fig leaf for their evil deeds."

Brother Bolu said in a deep voice, "I can testify, Messiah. The church asked you to save only a small number of Mogol people in the late empire—of course, it can only be Mogol nobles, and some wealthy people. A dose of new medicine is expensive, and ordinary families simply cannot afford it. As for other races that are considered inferior, some homeless people are forcibly tied here, and some are sold as test subjects. "

After a long time, Luo whispered, "Brother Bolu, Lemon, this is why you want me to come—let me help everyone here escape from here."

Without waiting for the monk to say anything, I replied directly, "Yes, Luo. That's why I risked being arrested to find you."

"Because I believe that you will not be indifferent when you see all this, and you will choose to save us from this crazy cage."

The black-robed monk said solemnly, "Messiah, you have walked the path arranged by the church for a long time. You once regarded sacrifice as a value and dedication as an honor, but you were used by shameless people... I understand trust, The daze and emptiness when something of faith is suddenly shattered. You may not be able to accept it for a while..."

"No, Brother Polu."

My god faced us, turned his back to the countless mournful ravings in the corridor, stood up calmly, and said, "I should thank you for letting me understand the truth and how stupid my wishful thinking was. Innocent."

"Surrender is meaningless. It's like throwing powder into the river, but it goes down with the mud and sand. In my heart, there is no difference between the people outside the rat cage and the people inside the rat cage. They should enjoy life and beauty, freedom and equality." soul."

"Since this church insists on building a barrier of high and low, then I will break it down."

He turned his head to look at me. Although the hole in his eye was dark, I seemed to see some kind of unshakable determination, a small but bright light shining in the depths of the darkness.

"I'll help you all escape, Lemon."

****

In a happy and excited mood, Wash Polu returned to his small villa.As if he had finally found a bright exit after groping in the mud for a long time, he secretly made up his mind that no matter how bumpy the road ahead would be, he would accompany his two friends to the end.

—Yes, his friend!

Although one is a test subject in a squirrel cage and the other is a noble believer in gods, he has no doubts about the friendship between them.And he vaguely felt that since a long time ago, he and the two of them had walked hand in hand like today, facing the unfathomable future together.

What a wonderful feeling.

Brother Wash lit the candlestick in the living room, went to the study to look through the treatises for a long time, but did not find any records about the four emotions of "joy, sorrow, anger, and fear".He frowned and put all the books together, thinking about going to the monastery's library to borrow some related old books to read tomorrow.

It was late at night and the air was cool. The monk in black robe went up the stairs and walked towards his bedroom.

"what?!"

The moment he opened the door, he suddenly let out a scream, the candlestick fell to the ground, and the candle rolled onto the waxed floor!Vash Polu turned pale with fright, stepped on the flame in a hurry, and swallowed in shock at the figure in the room who seemed to be fused with the darkness.

"You're back, Wash?"

Sitting at the table, Bishop Douglas Hayden turned his eyes, which had been staring out the window into the dark night, to him, and smiled faintly.