Chapter 30 O-09-IO-The Price of Truth

Shu Mo knows that everyone has his own temperament and some indescribable preferences. Previously, due to his work, he was exposed to many kinds of pollutants. At this point, it will appear even more extreme, and he has become accustomed to it. Even when he comes into contact with greed, the extreme sense of magic in the other party will not make him feel abnormal.

He has always maintained a tolerant and tolerant attitude towards these things, but he really can't accept the kind of eyes that want to tie him to the experimental table, or lock him in his arms for the rest of his life. The director's gaze at this time Just like that, the bright red eye looked at him deeply, drilling into his body like a substance. Shu Mo even had the illusion that he was being dissected by it. He touched his hand. With goosebumps popping up, he said in such an atmosphere: "Director, what are you going to do...?"

When he said this, Shu Mo suddenly had the illusion that everything about him was being reflected by the other party. In the eyes. The director smoked the pipe in his hand, and the dreamlike purple mist slowly spread in the air, forming a mist that was almost like a starry sky. The jewels embedded in the pipe shone, attracting the attention of others and faintly evoking all the emotions. The subtle desires/desires in the human heart. The director's appearance looks extremely cold, and there is a slight sense of laziness in his eyes and behavior, which is contradictory and harmonious.

He looked at the person and chuckled: "I told you, didn't I want to reward you?"

"No. 0 woke up, the experiment finally made progress, and I gained a lot of data." The director's thin lips raised slightly: "It's all because of you."

He was already beautiful, but now when he chuckled, he was too gorgeous, as if he was pulling people to drown in that smile. Shu Mo's heart seemed a little uneasy. A cloud of purple mist rose up at this moment, then spread towards him, and landed lightly on Shu Mo. The next second, he felt that he Unable to move.

"Director?!" Shu Mo felt the mist around him and his whole body froze. He watched the person in front of him slowly approach him. A faint fragrance lingered around his body, pouring in from his nose and eventually spreading to his limbs, trapping the person tightly.

"I was thinking," the director observed him carefully: "Who are you?"

Shu Mo turned his head and did not look at him: "Your question is a bit offensive..."

The man with black hair and green eyes said The handsome young man was tied to death within a few inches and could not move. His body was locked tightly, and a snake-like mist wrapped around him. The director stood in front of him and suddenly took out the one-way mirror from before. Observing him before your eyes was like dissecting and analyzing him through a mirror.

"What do you think the nature of pollutants is?" The man looked at him a little uneasy, and the color of his red eyes became darker: "Or, what do you think is the difference between pollutants and people?"

This question seems to be Ordinary, but giving people a vague sense of danger. Shu Mo did not look at him, lowered his head, and moved his gaze to one side: "I don't like this." He said softly, but felt his chin Being held by a cold hand, the director lowered his head slightly and looked at him. The gaze was so intense that he seemed to want to devour him: "Don't you really understand?"

"A cleaner who has been living with pollutants on the lower floor for so long. , but when he reached the upper level, he easily came into contact with high-level pollutants, and then encountered greed, one of the seven sins." The director said slowly. Shu Mo felt that the person in front of him was too aggressive, and his chin was touched. Lifting up, feeling the other person's toughness, Shu Mo closed his eyes and opened them again. Instead, he sighed and no longer avoided, but raised his face to look at the person.

Then, he ran into an eye that was full of interest. What was shocking was that the inside of the director's empty eye socket was now like a void of mist, with colorful and mottled dirty colors deep in that eye. It condensed everywhere, and then slowly overflowed from the eye sockets, flowing down tremblingly, leaving a trace on that delicate face.

The director was still smiling at this moment, and his intact eyes were filled with curiosity about Shu Mo. The look of him capturing his prey, coupled with the liquid overflowing from his face, gave people an even stronger sense of weirdness. Shu Mo raised his face and looked into that eye. As expected, he saw himself covered in blood in that eye.

"The director wants to say...do I look like a pollutant?" Shu Mo said softly. When he spoke in such a low voice, he always gave people a gentle feeling, as if he was being coaxed by the man in front of him. Next: "But the way you look now, don't you look more like a monster?"

Such extremely offensive words were said by Shu Mo in a gentle and soft voice, but they had an extremely sincere flavor. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he pinched the young man's chin with his fingers. The young man's skin was sickly white, as if it might be crushed by his fingertips if he pinched it with his hands, and his neck could be held by one hand. It can be easily strangled to death with just a little force. But even such a person behaved calmly and calmly when facing No. 0. That posture was not disguised. The director even felt that Shu Mo's posture looked full of fear of him, but in fact, he was not afraid at all. Own.

Even if the director looks like this, he is not afraid, at most he is a little... helpless.

The director's fingertips were trembling, and he couldn't tell whether he wanted to push the person in front of him onto the operating table for a little dissection, or whether he wanted to break the appearance of the person in front of him and make him show another look of pain. The man had actually noticed Shu Mo from the moment he entered the laboratory, as if there was something attractive about him. If I had to say it, Shu Mo looked suitable to stand in front of pollutants and use his hands. A person who caressed the monster's head and chuckled.

Hope sent a natural breeder to his laboratory.

There is no one more suitable to do this than Shu Mo. The director thought, this feeling is not bad.

"I'm curious," the man came back to his senses and continued: "What is the structure of your blood, your body, and your soul."

The director took a step back and turned on the switch of the instrument next to him. Some of the pollutants Information appeared on the wall, and one file after another that was locked as highly dangerous by the system was unfolded in front of Shu Mo. The director did not avoid him, or in other words, the man just wanted to let Shu Mo see it so he could observe it. his reaction.

Then Shu Mo took the bait directly. His eyes fell on the information for a moment, and then he could no longer look away. That focused expression was so similar to the current director, except that Shu Mo was watching the pollution. The file of the object, and the director... was looking at him.

"The main purpose of the laboratory is to contain and analyze everything about pollutants, and try to find out why they were born."

"In the process, we learned that in the several eras before the 'Great Flood', pollutants They have already existed, and they were called dangerous objects, doomed objects, lost ones, and anomalies before that.

"No matter what period they were in, the causes of the emergence of these things and the disasters they caused were urgently needed to be solved by the people of that era . Question." The director continued. Shu Mo looked at the pictures on the screen, and the director stared at him. When he saw the calm expression on Shu Mo's face after looking at those appalling pictures, he was so moved. It became even more interesting after hearing this: "We finally learned that not all pollutants will cause harm to humans, or that their purpose is not to harm others."

After hearing this, Shu Mo seemed to have finally come to his senses. Like a god, he was still firmly imprisoned by the purple mist, and looked away from the screen. Director's words were simply ridiculous in the eyes of others. All the behaviors of pollutants no longer indicate their danger, but Director But he said: They were not born to harm others.

"Because that's just their behavior, not their essential purpose."

Shu Mo subconsciously followed the man's words. He suddenly remembered what No. 0 said: I destroy you and it has nothing to do with you.

As if this sentence aroused some kind of resonance, Shu Mo felt a gust of wind in front of his eyes, and the director's figure suddenly appeared in front of him. Then he lowered his body and looked at him, and water flowed from his right eye. The liquid condensed on the chin bit by bit, and then dripped downward, melting the floor below. It's hard to imagine how poisonous it is. Shu Mo only felt that his body was tightly controlled, without even the slightest resistance. He had almost no room to struggle in front of the director. The man became tired after moving twice and turned his head half a circle. , and saw the expression on the other person's face: "Yes, that's it."

"The main purpose of our study of pollutants is to analyze them, understand them, and then control them."

The director murmured to himself.

"The quality of pollutants does not depend on whether they will harm others, but whether they can be used by me."

Shu Mo did not answer. He found that he and the director had big differences in concepts. He didn't seem to care about his silence. Instead, he took it as some kind of acquiescence and took a step forward, getting closer to Shu Mo.

"Shu Mo, you are really interesting." The director said softly: "You look really suitable for being locked up in the laboratory for research."

"I want to know, are you able to make those monsters willing to be driven by you?

"I will give you the best treatment, observe you personally, and raise you." The director said, he didn't look like he was joking: "I will not treat you like other pollutants, I allow it. " You have free time every day."

"I'm here to be a breeder, not a guinea pig." Shu Mo avoided his eyes because he doubted that he was really irritating the person in front of him. He could not control himself and treated him as an experiment for dissection. Then Shu Mo got a brand new clothes, a new serial number, three meals a day to be fed by a dedicated person, and was monitored by the director 24 hours a day...

"And I am a human being." Mo politely expressed his identity and declined the other party's invitation.

The director narrowed his eyes slightly. For a moment, he looked like he was going to force Shu Mo to enter the laboratory voluntarily, but for some reason, the man finally gave up that idea temporarily:

"Your abilities should indeed be developed. Direction."

The director thought that the problem of No. 0 had not been solved yet, and Shu Mo was the only one who could contact it. In the end, he could only bear the pain and let it go temporarily, but it was still a pity... The director looked at the black-haired young man in front of him, and he didn't know why. His heart beat slightly, as if raising Shu Mo alone was equally tempting to him.

Looking at his eyes, Shu Mo felt a strong chill again. He was 100% sure that the other person was not thinking of anything good.

It's so interesting that Shu Mo did what he wanted to do but couldn't.

The director thought, and suddenly stretched out his hand and held Shu Mo's shoulder, as if he wanted to observe him more closely. However, the black-haired young man could no longer stand his behavior. He was as cold as a machine. Shu Mo frowned as he felt a touch like this and said, "Don't come close to me."

The man with long gray-blue hair stopped his movements as if in a dream, and frowned slightly, his face There seemed to be an aggressive smile on his face, and his tall nose hung just within a palm of Shu Mo's hand. If he got closer, he would directly invade the opponent's territory.

The director seemed to wake up with a start. Only then did he realize that he had just wanted to smell the scent of the person in front of him. Only then did he realize that he had actually grabbed Shu Mo. The man stood up straight and took a step back slowly. His hand was like a The spider made by Zhang Yu released the captured prey like a spider, but left a mark on Shu Mo's neck. The director looked at him with an expression on his face as if he didn't even know he was missing the one in his hand. Touch, still thinking about what I did.

……strangeness.

The director thought that he seemed to have lost control just now. The man stretched out a handkerchief to wipe his eyes, and the expression on his face slowly became colder, as if he had changed from a wild beast that was inexplicably stimulated to a bit of madness back to the delicate and indifferent one. He looked at the large amount of dirt spilled on his handkerchief, and the way the director wiped away the toxins on his fair face expressionlessly gave him a faint sense of horror.

After a long time, Shu Mo and him looked at each other, but the man looked away first. He seemed to calm down in an instant. The director snapped his fingers, and the purple mist that lingered around Shu Mo slowly dissipated.

The room fell into silence. After a moment, just when Shu Mo thought the director would say something else, the man suddenly looked at him expressionlessly and said,

"Sorry."

Shu Mo blinked. Looking at the director raising his face, he pressed his empty eye socket with his hand: "I seem to have lost control."

"It's strange, it's been a long time since I've been like this." The director seemed to feel that the problem was with himself, Shu Mo opened his mouth, wanting to explain but couldn't. In the end he could only move his eyes and said: "It doesn't matter, I know you didn't mean it."

Shu Mo silently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and was surprised So he was a little angry towards him, but after seeing the man like this, Shu Mo fell silent. The atmosphere suddenly became gentle, and the director's fingertips were stained with the dirty liquid. He sucked it with his lips and tongue, and tasted a bitter taste, which was the filth caused by desire.

"Well, I called you here because I really wanted to give you some rewards." The director tasted the bitterness, then turned his face and said calmly: "Of course, you can also consider what I just said."

I don't know. Why, the director's current calm look was even more dangerous than when he lost control just now. Shu Mo shook his head, and the director did not force himself, and continued:

"Let's cooperate, Shu Mo.

The man put his hands together and pointed his fingers at each other: "I will give you what you want, and you will provide me with the data on the pollutants. You can come into contact with any pollutants at will in my laboratory," the

man discussed . He said in a tone of voice, but Shu Mo didn't know why he knew that he couldn't refuse, and he didn't want to refuse: "... Cooperation?"

Shu Mo said: "Am I not working for you?"

The director said: "I am interested in people who are capable. , usually there will be more preferential treatment - collaborator, this is my sincerity to you."

There was a hint of temptation in the man's voice, and a sweet and bitter smell came from his body, and it filled Shu Mo's mind. Shaking, he unconsciously raised his face, wanting to follow the scent, and his inner impulse was aroused:

"Can I come into contact with any pollutants?"

"I will give you permission." The director said, no wonder he would Let the others leave, because he wanted to have a more secret and stronger relationship with Shu Mo. The director stretched out his hand, and Shu Mo looked at the man's blue gloves, like a hamster being tempted by small snacks, controlling He kept putting it up.

"...Okay." Shu Mo felt that the director stared at him for a while, then clenched his hand, and there was a feeling like crushing him in his hand. Shu Mo felt a little pain, but he did not struggle: " "What do you want me to do?"

"First, I have to give you a check-up," the director said, "Don't worry, it's just a small physical check-up. I will know the pollution in your body and record your body data." "

The director was finally willing to let go. There were red marks on Shu Mo's wrists. Together they walked to the experimental nest next door. It was a hollow capsule-like machine where all employees would undergo physical examinations at regular intervals. , to prevent the pollution value in their bodies from exceeding the standard and turning into more terrifying monsters.

Hunters were inspected the most, and cleaners were also inspected, but the equipment was not so detailed, and the machine in front of him was so sophisticated that it made Shu Mo hesitate. The director stood in front of the operating table and asked him to take off his clothes. Walking in: "I will comfort your body and spirit during this process." This is the director's special ability, and no one else has ever been treated like this by him.

"Can you... not take off your clothes?" The director raised his face and looked at him. He didn't say anything more, not even a word. However, that gaze made Shu Mo feel that he was being unreasonable, but that was not the case in the previous inspection. of.

"You can wear a shirt and underwear." The director's tone sounded formulaic. Shu Mo no longer hesitated. He quickly took off his clothes and walked in. Wearing only his shirt, he felt that the air was a little cold until he walked into the machine. Finally, he saw the patterns engraved on the floor and glass inside, which were like alchemical lines.

The entrance slowly closed in front of him. As soon as Shu Mo walked in, his hands and feet were grabbed by the extended biological machinery. He had to be lifted up with his face, and his toes could barely reach the floor. This was a more uncomfortable position than hanging in the air. The structure of these biological machines is similar to semi-fluid silver-white tentacles. Shu Mo only felt that his hands and feet were wrapped and analyzed by them. They were ruthless and meticulous. Shu Mo could feel that everything in his body was being observed by them, but he Like a guinea pig unable to resist.

This was what he feared the most. Shu Mo's breathing became rapid. His eyes fell on the director, and his eyes seemed to be asking the man for help. The director observed this scene, and his eyes gave him the same coldness. a feeling of.

"Don't be nervous." The man's voice came through the instrument, and then slowly poured into Shu Mo's ears, soothing his body: "It will be fine soon."

He pressed another button, and a purple mist subsided. It slowly overflowed and then completely enveloped Shu Mo. His pupils expanded a bit. His tense hands, feet and spirit first resisted, and then slowly released. Shu Mo was lifted up a bit more, feeling like he was hanging high in the air. , The body has no support, but there is no feeling of fear before. There is only peace, and even the spirit becomes calm under the comfort of the mist.

It was as if all the fatigue slowly dissipated, leaving only pure peace in his mind. He even felt settled, as if he had returned to the feeling of curling up in the amniotic fluid when he was born. The director was smoking, his eyes unblinking. Looking at the young man in front of him who was completely wrapped in silver-white tentacles, looking at the young man slowly closing his eyes as peacefully as if he was sleeping, he suddenly tilted his head, and the single crimson eye blinked slowly.

He looked at the data coming from the instrument and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you so defenseless?"

Or did he know that he would not be easily interpreted?

From the data transmitted from the machine, the director clearly saw the line of data:

Pollution value: 0%.

What does this mean?

It shows that the black-haired young man in front of him is really a pure human being.

He doesn't even have any possibility of deformation or mutation. The director knows that all humans in the tower now essentially carry a small amount of pollution in their bodies. This is unavoidable. Even the pollution value in the director's own body They were all horribly high, hovering on the edge of deformation all the time. However, the pollution value in Shu Mo's body was not low, but 0.

"...Interesting." The director took another puff of cigarette and chuckled again: "You are indeed very interesting, Shu Mo."

The man fell asleep quietly, immersed in a peaceful and sweet dream.

Outside the laboratory, the recorder who had just experienced a small chaos was spinning the pen in his hand in boredom. He was the recorder of O-09-IO-The Price of Truth. This was originally a good job, because O-09-IO Unlike other pollutants, it does not either have a fatal mechanism, and if violated, it will lead to death; or it has self-awareness and hates human beings, always thinking about destroying everything.

The recorder only needs to observe the status of O-09-IO regularly, but O-09-IO does not always give predictions or warnings. In most cases, it is even like a stone slab that warns everything in the world. People or things are not interesting. The scorer didn't even know what he should do. He had won more than a dozen games against himself in rock, paper, scissors.

Just at this moment, an experimenter ran out secretly and waved to the recorder. He turned his face, causing the pen in his hand to fall to the ground and roll out. The man went to pick it up in a panic, but was hit by it. On the mural, this scene was faithfully recorded by the surveillance camera above. Normally, this would alert the recorder and attract hunters, but a rare gust of wind came to a pasture tens of thousands of miles away a few days ago, causing that area to The people in the pasture were forced to repair their houses overnight and contracted the flu; this flu indirectly caused the residents to be infected one after another, including the architect who returned to the laboratory after vacation.

A few days ago, a small accident caused a problem with the system's monitoring system. Of course, they repaired the small problem quickly, but the architect couldn't help but sneeze during the repair process. He did not drink medicine because The man thought it was just a small cold, but his hand shook during the repair process, which caused the connected circuit to become unstable, so that the recorder's behavior was not recorded in time during the process.

This little accident returned to normal in the next second. The employees watching the surveillance were busy chatting with their colleagues about the latest gossip, and none of them noticed this little thing. The recorder raised his head anxiously, but found that he had not been warned. This made him relieved. He picked up the pen and walked out again. His colleague came over, put down the document in his hand and said to him: " Do you want to hear the latest gossip?"

The two chatted like that. In the middle of the conversation, the colleague had to leave temporarily because he received a page. He left in a hurry, and even picked up a pen casually and left. , it is human nature to lead the sheep easily.

It was such a small thing, a small sneeze caused by the flu brought by a gust of wind thousands of miles away, that allowed O-09-IO-The Price of Truth in the laboratory to break through containment.

Shu Mo put on his clothes and walked out of the room slowly. He felt that his head became much lighter, and an unprecedented lightness flowed through his body. Shu Mo felt that he was refreshed, and that kind of spiritual joy The feeling of the dirt being carried away by the mist made him even feel that his steps became lighter, and his sickly pale face gained more color.

It had been a long, long time since Shu Mo had slept as peacefully and blankly as he did just now. It seemed that for him, having a quiet sleep was a surprise. Why couldn't he sleep well? Is it because I keep hearing other people’s prayers in my dreams? Strange...

Shu Mo rubbed his eyebrows and decided not to think deeply. I have to say that the director helped him have a good sleep. If he wants to have a good sleep later, can he go to the other party again? But the director has helped him a lot. While Shu Mo was thinking, he saw an experimenter walking towards him, holding a book and pen in his hand.

"Shu Mo, I forgot to give it to you. This is your notebook and pen."

Shu Mo reached out and took it. This notebook was unexpectedly thick and made of a special material. Everything in the laboratory was subtly different from the outside world. Shu Mo reached out and flipped through it, then picked up the pen on the side and prepared to write his name in the notebook. He sat down in his seat and wrote one stroke at a time in the notebook. It reads:

[Dear Saint, Hello, I am O-09-IO-The Price of Truth.

I am honored to meet you here. I have been waiting for you for a long time and predicted the arrival of this scene more than ten years ago. But please forgive me for not welcoming you at that time. Time and space, everything in the world is common. It constitutes the fate of others and makes the torrent of fate unstoppable. It is inevitable that I meet you, and the inevitable point is also an unchangeable node in the torrent of destiny. However, this node requires me to wait for more than ten years to realize it.

I have assisted the tyrant to ascend the throne; I have also accompanied the former emperor, watching him shuffle everything in the world; destiny is not static, but my mission is to make everything that should happen happen. Please allow me to follow you, And fulfill your duty, which is my mission, and you don't have much time left.

Next, let me predict for you...]

Shu Mo, isn't Shu Mo two words? Why did it become so many words? He must have read it wrong, haha.

The black-haired young man closed the book in his hand in an instant. He slowly raised his hand and looked at the pen in his hand. His first reaction was to leave it on the table, and then he stood up and left. O-09-IO-Truth's Price, such a famous pollutant, the rulers of generations of eras have ascended to the throne with its help and then left. They are simply emperors of flowing water and iron-clad O-09-IO.

Shu Mo never wanted to have anything to do with it. He walked in a hurry, but almost bumped into Kevin in front of him. The man's expression seemed a little confused. After all, it was still very strange for the monster he raised to suddenly die in front of him. It tests people's mentality.

Shu Mo apologized to him, but Kevin raised his head as if he was lost. When he saw it was him, his eyes lit up:

"Su Mo!" Kevin said, "I finally found you!"

"?"

"Yours? " I've heard about it, my God, you actually came into contact with No. 0, and you survived!"

It could be seen that the person in front of him was sincerely blessing him, but why did it sound weird.jpg

Kevin Smiling and tapping his shoulder, Shu Mo took a step back. The book in his hand almost fell to the ground and he opened it. Thinking of what was written on it, Shu Mo quickly picked up the book to prevent others from seeing this fatal thing. However, when When he saw the content that suddenly appeared above, the man fell silent.

"You are so amazing." Kevin said, "Oh my god, I never thought you could succeed. You were No. 0."

Facing his enthusiasm, Shu Mo held the book in his hand, his face His expression was slightly silent.

"Okay." Seeing his appearance, Kevin rubbed his hair and finally said his purpose this time: "Actually, our group organized a banquet recently. After hearing about you, , they want to invite you to the banquet as your welcome party."

He winked at the people: "Do you want to come? Many colleagues want to get to know you,"

said Kevin with a smile on his face . It seemed so sincere, but Shu Mo's eyes did not look at him, but kept looking at the book in his hand, because there was a new line on it:

[Prophecy: Star Pillar · 12, is about to collapse; The Starfall has arrived, and in the wilderness after the Starfall, a new group of pollutants will be born, which will be the culprits that destroy the Star Pillar.

Warning: Danger is coming, I would like to remind you:

——Don’t believe what the green-haired person says. 】

Shu Mo looked at these paragraphs, he slowly raised his face, and finally looked at Kevin in front of him.

The man touched his head and smiled shyly at Shu Mo. Shu Mo's eyes fell on his head, and the man in front of him... happened to have particularly lush and smooth green hair.

"Schumo, come to the party!" Kevin said.