Heartbreaker

seven years ago.

At some point in time, the teenage Vash Polu turned into something that no one expected.He quarreled with the priest in class and refused to write any thought in praise of God.He was supposed to become a real monk at the age of 15, but he failed to graduate from the "probationary monk" for two years because of his stubbornness and willfulness.

"You look splendid, Douglas."

Wash Polu squatted by the pond, watched the raft floating in the lotus, and said to the friend in front of him, "Look, even you have become a monk, but I'm still a monk."

He threw a stone into the water and stared at the splashing ripples, "I wasted time, wasted my studies, and clearly realized that I have become a waste in the world. I occasionally feel annoyed and regretful, but luckily I can also drill into the ocean of another world, where I can absorb the mysteries of 'freedom', 'equality', the sun, stars, flowers and weeds..."

The more the friend dissected himself, the more guilty Douglas felt, saying, "There's still time to pull back, Vash."

The boy was taken aback, "What did you say?"

"Now, abandon those forbidden | books, those taboo theories, and return to the church's ideological system, and you can rise again, Wash." Douglas said earnestly, "I will tell you the core content of the church scriptures , as long as you understand it, you can write whatever you want around this theme.”

His friend fell into a long silence, his sunken eye sockets red with blood as if overflowing with tears.Wash wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "I understand, Douglas. I'm just asking for trouble now. In moments of depression and loneliness, why don't I want to go back to the past, and go back to the life full of encouragement and praise."

"But I am also very aware that if I do this, I will lose my worth. Since I refuse to be among the crowd, I must endure loneliness. You don't have to feel guilty, it's not your fault, I I should be grateful to you for sharing that vast sea of ​​consciousness with me. If I hadn’t encountered those diamond-like treasure books, I’m afraid I’m still depressed and unable to touch the heels of truth.”

Since then, Douglas has not seen his friend for half a year.He has become a monk, received knowledge and education at a higher level, and his daily practice is also very hard, and he has no time to take care of his friends.

Occasionally he heard from others that Vash Polu was still running amok in the monastery, quarreling with various priests.He was only fined half a month of confinement last month, and was ridiculed by a group of trial monks who were much younger than him.The genius probationer who used to be full of energy is gone, replaced by a fool who talks nonsense.

Every Sabbath, Douglas would put aside the tedious work and visit his friend in person.Wash Polu was either watching the water flow by the pond, or staring in a daze at the secluded forest path, muttering in his mouth, holding a quill pen, and scribbling on paper.

"Douglas, you finally came to see me!"

Excitedly, Wash Poru ran to his only friend and gave him a warm hug.Douglas caught a glimpse of the hut full of waste paper and manuscripts and said, "You live here all by yourself, Vash?"

The other party nodded, "Yes, the pig-headed priests are afraid that I will mislead other monks. It's ridiculous. They don't need my advice. Those little guys don't know what great wisdom is with their dull heads."

He took out a few crumpled pages of manuscript paper from the cabinet, handed them to his friend, and said expectantly, "But you are different, Douglas. I only want to share my insights and thoughts with you. I believe you must You can understand my exploration of this world!"

Douglas saw that Wash's black robe had several holes, his hair was disheveled, like a dirty beggar, only his eyes were piercing, exuding some breathtaking brilliance.After handing him the manuscript, his friend collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. Douglas read the other party's thoughts carefully, and the more he read, the more chilling he became.

His friend was completely out of tune with the church.

"Wash, give me your thoughts." He said against his will, "I think it's very good. If I have a chance, I will recommend it to my mentor."

He remembered that at that time, his friend's eyes were shining brightly, and there were tears of joy.

How lonely you are, Vash.

Bitter at the thought of his neglect of his lonely friend for so long, Douglas tucked the article into his robes, eager to make amends.

"Great thoughts and realizations should not be buried." Facing his friend's tear-filled face, he held his hands trembling with excitement, and said solemnly, "Don't worry, Vash, wait a little longer... ...your thought, sooner or later, will be recognized and accepted by others."

"Wait for my news."

That was the beginning of the unraveling of their friendship.

****

Even though I hated him, complained about him, despised him...

"But I love him more than anyone else in the world."

The black-robed monk stared blankly at the person in front of him, which could be regarded as sincere eyes, and had nothing to say for a moment, but gulped down the flower dew on the table sullenly.

"Since you think you love him like this, then just let yourself have no regrets." He said calmly, "Anyway, the other party will never know the truth."

This last sentence is like a hammer that shatters the world, shattering all the confinement.Vash exhaled, his vision was dizzy, and after a while he lay down on the table and snored.

"No regrets?"

Douglas repeated it softly, then shook his head, "But it's a pity. I'm much more greedy than that, Wash."

He carried his sleeping friend to the bed, and took out four sealed small glass bottles from his arms, which contained liquids of four colors: yellow, blue, red, and black.

Douglas first uncorked the yellow liquid and poured a few drops into Vash's mouth.This medicine has a great impact on people's will and emotions, and excessive dosage can easily cause people to collapse.Relevant formulas were recorded in the first book "Secret of the Dead" secretly published five or six years ago. Many people prepared potions without authorization and made others take it, which could easily mobilize the emotions buried in the other party's heart.

It has now become a "banned drug" explicitly prohibited by the Church of the Twilight Empire.

Douglas dripped the yellow liquid into the black-robed monk's mouth, sat patiently by the bedside, and watched the other's reaction, just like an experimental recorder observing a mouse.A smile gradually appeared on the monk's quiet face, and the bishop asked, "Vash, are you happy now?"

The sleeping monk responded with a genuine smile.Douglas nodded in satisfaction and said, "Do you remember, Douglas Hayden?"

"Tell me where he is in your heart."

As he spoke, Douglas leaned close to the other person's chest, estimating the frequency of the black-robed monk's heartbeat and changing body temperature.The effect of a few drops of the liquid medicine disappeared in a short while. Douglas took out a palm-sized notebook and seriously wrote down the physiological changes brought about by "happy" on it, and scribbled down the occasional accident of Wash Polu Sleep talking.

He poured a few drops of the blue, red, and black liquids into his friend's mouth in turn, and observed his reaction.After everything was over, Douglas covered Wash with a quilt, sat alone by candlelight, analyzed the data obtained, combined with various virtual scenes, and compared it with the general situation.

The firelight was weak, and he raised his eyebrows. While writing down one after another a meticulous inference and conclusion smoothly, his chest was empty and blank, and the cold wind passed through.

why?Douglas was puzzled, puzzled.

Isn't this what he is best at?After he cut off his heart, he finally analyzed the problem rationally and calmly, without any useless emotions...

Isn't this the ideal state he dreamed of?

"Wash Poroo vs. Douglas Hayden. Comparing relative heart rate, [-]% joy, [-]% sadness, [-]% anger, [-]% fear. More than awe, not enough appreciation. Dream talk involves 'rat cage', 'test',' Sadness and anger are especially intense when cheating', and the word 'friend' appears no more than three times, which belongs to the low frequency of all keywords..."

He silently recited the "experiment results" in his heart, and suddenly he was exhausted, and he slumped on the chair as if tired, staring silently at the thick night.Wash Polu's peaceful sleep was disturbed by him, and he suddenly uttered one or two strange words in his sleep, and turned over irritably.

"You think I'm a shameless person in your heart, Wash," said Douglas quietly. "Well, I never intended to make you accept my ideas and values."

Even though we were close, choose to ignore the gap between two hearts.

Douglas got up, erased all traces of what had existed here tonight, and left the quiet small villa.He stepped out of the threshold feeling drunk.It's no wonder that what he gave the black-robed monk was not some refreshing flower water, but alcohol of moderate concentration.He wanted to get Vash drunk, but he didn't expect to drink too much himself.

Alcohol burns in the stomach pouch.

The bishop murmured softly while hesitating on the pebble path, "We can't go back after all, Vash? Well, we can't go back. You have already planned to help Lemon Bone Spur against me, and even tolerate him destroying the church." Rules, stole undead saints..."

You wholeheartedly consider Lemon Bonespur and Undead Law to be your friends, but the name "Douglas Hayden" never occurred to you.

Is my friendship with you for several years, even inferior to the year when you were threatened by Lemon Bone Spur?

Leaning on a tree, he burped and smelled the wine in his mouth in disgust.

"We can't be friends anymore. You say, I can't understand you, our friendship should have collapsed long ago."

Douglas was dizzy and unable to move, so he slid against the tree trunk and sat on the ground, waiting for the drunkenness hitting his brain to dissipate as soon as possible.

"In that case." He looked at the starless sky and said in a low voice, "Forget it, Vash. You want to stay away from me, and I'm not used to entanglement..."

"Just right."

He buried his face in sweaty palms, the bitter salty taste on his lips.

How pathetic you are, Douglas.

****

After that night, I lay on the lawn in front of the "rat cage" all day long, basking lazily in the sun, and occasionally glanced at the woods behind the path, hoping that Luo's figure would appear among the mottled flowers .

"Look at Lemon Bone Spur's smug countenance, I want to pull every muscle out of that cocked leg."

Two doctors passed by me, and I spat at them with a smile, and they clenched their fists, so they dared to stare at me as a bluff.

In this way, I should really thank Brother Bolu who has been taking care of me, at least so that I don't have to undergo experiments as frequently as other subjects.

But a squirrel cage is still a squirrel cage, a cage of hell full of wailing and groaning|groans, and I found a respite in this bloody swamp where others weren't so lucky.

I whistled when an old man on crutches passed me, and suddenly shouted, "Keep at it, old man, we'll be out of here soon! Yo ho! Long live freedom!"

The little old man glanced at me, shook his shoulders, and left, probably thinking I was crazy.

I picked a flower at random, bit the fragrant stem in my mouth, and wandered aimlessly.Looking up from a distance, the gray and white spire of Santa Maria Cathedral is embedded in the clear blue sky, like an exquisite palace oil painting.

I stopped inside the high wall of the "rat cage", looked beyond the stone cage, stared at the simple and elegant golden bell in the clock tower, and the figure of the bell ringer pushing the hammer around.

The golden bell is about to toll, which probably indicates something.

bang—— bang——

The sun blinded me so much that I couldn't keep my eyes open, and the golden bell burst out a thick sound wave, which rippled in the blue sky.It was like a signal, but within a quarter of an hour, I suddenly heard singing from all directions.Some came from the streets behind the wall, and some came from the church choir, full of devout worship.

White pigeons fly in groups in the tulle-like clouds, changing beautiful and playful patterns.

"Praise be to you, Your Majesty the Great Emperor.

Praise your wise mind and broad mind.

We love you, we honor you,

Surrounding you like stars,

I hope that your white light will shine on every corner of the earth.

May God bless you forever,

Our beloved Majesty..."

Many patients rested around the lawn, chatting in this rare peaceful atmosphere.I stood still in place, listening to the soft melody hovering in the colorful world, suddenly shivered, and ran quickly towards the deserted forest!

【Praise you, Your Majesty the Great Emperor...】

damn it.

【We love you, we respect you...】

Satan, stop those songs!

【May God bless you forever...】

"Ahhh!!" I let out a heart-piercing hiss, kneeling down on my knees, pressing my palms on my head in pain.

The song haunted me like a ghost, and the nightmare boiled through me.My eyes turned white, and the dirty memory couldn't help rising slowly from the depths of my soul.

His Majesty the Emperor—

emperor--

AI...

Elliott.

The author has something to say: the state of the codeword is much better than a few days ago, and the anti-strike ability of this mound is not bad, so let's update it as usual (cover your face)

The potion (joy, sorrow, anger, fear) that Douglas gave to Wash is actually the same as the potion (fear) that Nugent gave to Luo in the second volume, except that the former pays more attention to the dosage. . .Drugs that evoke emotions and memories from deep within