Chapter 35 Shu Mo's Diary (?): I admire the director so much.

This voice appeared in Shu Mo's perception before the director himself. After pouring into the eardrum, his brain stopped for a moment, so The long man's face appeared along with the clatter of footsteps.

In the quiet corridor with only a few of them, a tall, beautiful, but powerful figure slowly walked out of the shadows. It seemed that he had been standing in the darkness for a long time before that, but he looked faintly in front of him. Everything that happened, no one knew exactly when he came.

The sound of crisp footsteps broke the silence in the room. When the director came to Shu Mo, he slowly raised his face and raised his chin to see the expression on the other person's face.

"I asked you why you don't work in the laboratory." The director lowered his head slightly and looked at him. His tone did not sound like he was angry with Shu Mo: "But you came here and played games with two mice."

He said The two brothers raised their fingers and were smashed against the wall. They had just recovered their breath and almost died suddenly on the spot. They were about to help each other escape, but before they took a few steps, they were lifted up by an invisible force. They were floating in the air, flying in the direction of the director like two small pebbles. The man didn't even look at them. After a few flicks of his fingers, No. 13 and No. 7 crashed into each other. The umbilical cord connecting the two people was red and swollen for a moment and then quickly shriveled up, as if it was under unbearable pressure.

No. 13 almost spurted a mouthful of blood into his brother's face. The two of them were pressed together by a huge force, like two dolls being manipulated wantonly by the director. Blood and internal organs gushed out along their throats. There are dripping traces along the way.

"You would rather waste your time on them." The director said, "But I have been looking for you for a long time."

Accompanying his voice was the sound of bones breaking in the background. Shu Mo involuntarily turned his head to avoid his sight, his eyes were too sticky: "Sorry."

He said dryly but heartily: "Thank you for saving me."

"Raise your head." The director suddenly said said. After Shu Mo hesitated for a moment, he had to raise his face. The person in front of him seemed to have a normal expression and tone, but it gave him a sense of horror that was hard to describe. For some reason, Shu Mo felt that the director's strength was in Angry, but he didn't know where the other person's anger came from. The black-haired young man didn't want to face his anger. He raised his face at this moment and had to meet the man's inexplicable gaze.

If looking at each other is a kind of spiritual communication, then the director's current gaze is almost enough to make people shudder. Shu Mo may have noticed that the other party was observing him. From his messy hair to his clothes that were a little messy due to the dispute, Shu Mo felt more and more out of breath even though his eyes seemed to be purely observing.

"You are always easily injured, Shu Mo."

The director suddenly said something without a beginning or end for some reason. Shu Mo stared at the pressure and explained: "This time it was just an accident."

The director stretched out his hand to help him He quickly arranged his clothes, then stretched out his hand to check whether his body was injured. Finally, the director pressed his fingers on the side of Shu Mo's face. Feeling the cold metal temperature, Shu Mo wanted to struggle to escape. Kai, he didn't like this kind of intimate behavior very much, but he kept looking at the director. The man looked very normal at this time, but he seemed as if any small move might cause something. Thinking of this , Shu Mo hesitated for a moment, and finally allowed the director to press his fingertips on his face and wipe away the blood marks left there.

"Just an accident?" the director repeated. Shu Mo looked at him. After a moment of silence, the man's green eyes softened, as if he was facing the extremely dangerous pollutants he had encountered before. Shu Mo comforted him with a very gentle voice: "It was just an accident."

The director blinked and finally slowly retracted his hand. Shu Mo quickly ran away from his grasp. He took a step back and watched the director hook the two brothers in front of him with his fingers. The way he looked at the two men completely changed: "Let me think about it.

" When was the last time a mouse entered my laboratory?"

The director turned his face slightly, as if he was thinking about something. No. 13 opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the person in front of him roaring unwillingly. He was just a little bit closer to killing the blasphemer.

So painful.

Number Thirteen thought that it would be his honor to die for God, but why didn't he complete his mission before that?

If he died like this, would God consider him incompetent?

"No," the man turned his head with difficulty, regardless of the sound of his bones, and looked at Shu Mo beside him, with pure murderous intent in his eyes: "I didn't...betray God, let me kill you...kill you You..."

"Cough, cough, cough," No. 7 put his head on his brother's head and kept coughing: "I said that if you stay in the trial court all the time, your mind will become stupid."

"Brother, help. I'll kill him, help me kill him." No. 13 even ignored the advantage of being close at hand and stretched out his hand in the direction of Shu Mo. He didn't know what kind of twisted will made him do such a thing: " God, please forgive me..."

Shu Mo took a step back. He looked at the two people in front of him, heard a crisp sound, and watched helplessly as the director hooked his fingers, and the man's right hand was twisted off, and then two people They stuck together so tightly that even their bones touched each other.

What exactly is this twisted belief?

Shu Mo was a little confused. He watched helplessly as the two people in front of him were compressed and shaped. Their bones and flesh were condensed together. They were constantly compressed and compressed. Finally, No. 13 and No. 7 in front of him were facing Shu Mo. The faces turned into two dice.

At the last moment, No. 7 raised his face and looked at Shu Mo, with no reluctance in his eyes: "Don't laugh at him."

"Who you want to be, who you can be. It's not something we... can... decide..."

Accompanying With two crisp sounds one after another, the two dice fell to the ground, and just rolled out a 00 point and a 1 point. They were made into a twenty-sided dice and a single-sided dice respectively. He lowered his body and picked them up. The man observed the quality of the dice under the light, and finally said, "There are two more collectibles."

"What?" The director put his hands in his pockets and looked at Shu Mo's "Do you sympathize with them?"

"They wanted to kill me just now." Shu Mo shook his head and replied, "I just find it strange."

"What kind of faith can make him so twisted?"

The director looked at his expression, but there was no emotion at all. This kind of thing was as ordinary as air to him. The trial court was such a twisted place. What's more, he didn't feel that No. 13's faith had any meaning at all. question.

"A dog that can't even follow its master's orders has no value in existence." The director picked up the dice and threw it. After rolling it once, the ten-sided die rolled around on the ground in front of him. Finally, he rolled out the smallest point without hesitation.

The director watched this scene, he took out another dice, and then the other party turned it around and rolled 0 points in front of him.

Shu Mo: ...

Director: ...

The director threw the dice to Shu Mo and said to him: "Let's play with it. Maybe some pollutant will be interested in them."

Shu Mo didn't know what he had with this thing. Yes, he was about to decline, but his expression suddenly hardened. Then, the man watched helplessly as the director raised his hand, revealing something placed behind him.

"It's funny. I picked up a book on the way here." The director held an unusually familiar book in his hand. Shu Mo felt a chill on his back. Looking at the man's movements, his whole body felt... He almost froze because the thing he was holding in his hand looked like... like...

@The Price of Truth.

Don’t you have the ability to foresee? Why didn’t you expect this?

"Why is there a book here?" the man asked in a calm tone. Shu Mo had begun to sweat profusely. He kept the expression on his face, looked at the director and continued: "I'm here I found something very interesting in this book."

The director turned to look at him, with an intriguing look on his face like a cat chasing a mouse. "Is this yours?"

The answer was: What is written on it? Please explain, then Shu Mo died.

The answer is no: Why does this have your name on it? What does the content inside mean? Please explain, so Shu Mo died again.

No matter what he chooses, Shu Mo's ending seems to be clear at a glance. He sighed, lowered his head and admitted, "This is... mine."

"But I don't know why it has to follow me..."

"I'm very happy."

"...Huh?"

Shu Mo raised his head Face, for a moment, he even suspected that he heard it wrong.

He raised his neck, but the moment he raised his face, he saw the smile on the director's face. It was a very light and pure joy, like a flash in the pan, completely smearing the man's perfect face. Come on, Shu Mo was even stunned. His whole body seemed to be wrapped up by a gust of wind. He forgot to think and forget about everything. He only looked at the person in front of him dreamily, and even his heartstrings were touched by that smile.

"I'm very happy that you actually... admire me so much."

The director lowered his head and looked at him. The magnificent color in those red eyes was so rich that it almost completely overwhelmed Shu Mo. He felt that his mouth was filled with tears. His nose and throat seemed to be tightly strangled, and he lost his breath in front of this terrifying beauty.

"Why don't you tell me directly?" The man's tone was slightly raised: "I said I was willing to support you."

Worship...Who do you worship? Do you worship the director? It's okay to worship him for being so handsome...

Shu Mo They were all a little dazed, and they didn't react when someone pinched their faces. This kind of obedience obviously made the man happier. He hadn't been so happy for a long time.

"It's not too late for you to promise me now."

The director stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder. Shu Mo finally came to his senses. In fact, from the very beginning, he felt that his nose was filled with a strange breath, which made him His mind became slower and slower, and he couldn't think: "What did you promise?"

Something seemed... not right...

Shu Mo finally woke up, opened his eyes suddenly, and took a step back: "What did you say?"

"I, I Adore you?" Shu Mo subconsciously wanted to grab the book in his hand, and even forgot to pay attention to the postures of the two of them. The director held him down, then slowly opened the page and took out a piece of the book. The page was placed in front of him.

Shu Mo took a closer look, and then he was completely stunned.

[April 12, sunny.

I finally met the director, and he was more perfect than I imagined. He is clearer and more complete than the scholar I once saw in other people's communication and descriptions in books. I thought that my initial illusions about him would be shattered when I saw him in person, but only when I really came into contact with him Only then did I realize how ignorant I was before.

Please forgive me for my previous stupidity. I am willing to use the most beautiful words and the most perfect words in my life to interpret him. I will use gold and the moon as decorations to inlay his talents. My admiration for him is as endless as a torrential river. Absolutely (save a few hundred words after that)]

[As long as I can continue to stay in the research institute, then I am willing to do anything, Yuga Elela, the object of my worship, I really hope I can stay by your side. ...]

Shu Mo looked at this diary that was filled with emotion and written with true feelings. He felt his whole body spinning. He stared blankly at these words. Even though his mind went blank, he still seemed to be able to recognize them. It was actually his handwriting, as if it was written by him himself. There were even a few typos on it!

"This... this is not..." Shu Mo was completely stunned. The next second, an indescribable sense of shame and indescribable pain attacked his brain. The only thing he wanted to do now was He rushed to the central elevator and quickly escaped from the laboratory and returned to the lower floor, then hid in his room and let out a deafening scream.

"Don't be nervous." The director said, "Isn't this well written?"

"No, that's not right!" Shu Mo said loudly, even if he really has someone to admire, it should be... it should be...

him Raising his hand to grab the book in the director's hand, he moved so quickly that he didn't even care who the other person was: "Give it back to me!"

The director looked at him, and the man blinked, the look on his face The smile slowly faded away. The director stood up straight and slowly raised his hand. Due to the terrifying height difference, in this situation, Shu Mo even stood on tiptoe and couldn't get his things back from him. Neither can be done by the director.

"Give it back to me."

"I told you I don't mind." The director raised his hand. He looked very relaxed. He could even lift it for Shu Mo when he was eagerly trying to grab the book. As soon as he raised his waist, the man suddenly found that Shu Mo's waist was very narrow. Even if he wrapped his arms around it, there was still a little bit left. The crimson in his eyes became deeper. Even he himself didn't know why he suddenly tightened his grip: "You Shouldn't you be happy?"

The director said, "I even saw the painting you drew for me."

"That's not..." Shu Mo wanted to explain, but found that he couldn't explain. He stopped and realized that he had exerted too much force. He was a little unsteady and had to rely on the director to stand. The man realized this in an instant. He wanted to retreat, but he felt that he was being held down again and could not move.

"Since you like me so much, then I will arrange the best holding room for you." The director said. This guy has not given up the idea of ​​studying Shu Mo until now. After Shu Mo looked at him with a horrified look, he

refused without hesitation: "I'm sorry, something went wrong. This was a misunderstanding."

Looking over at him, they were so close that Shu Mo's accelerated heartbeat could reach the director through his skin, but Shu Mo couldn't feel his heartbeat. It was as if this person had no heartbeat. Like: "This is... a misunderstanding..."

Shu Mo considered his words: "I don't know how to explain it to you. But it's really a misunderstanding."

The director looked at him, and Shu Mo didn't know how to continue. As the explanation continued, the two of them fell into a certain silence. With the director's strong character, Shu Mo even felt that he might get angry at the next second because he was being teased. Could he get a big number after being made into a dice?

Shu Mo's mind was in a mess, and the director's voice came: "So, you refuse."

The young man did not look at him and nodded in the man's arms.

The next second, a cold snort came. Shu Mo closed his eyes, feeling that he was finished, but the director just let go of his hand and put him on the ground. The sound of the pages tearing was heard. A book was handed to Shu Mo. The young man read it. After a glance, he stretched out his hand and quickly put the book away. The director held the portrait drawn by Shu Mo in his hand. He put it in his hand and looked at it for a while, then put it away, and then said: "Go back to work. Bar."

"?"

Is this... okay?

Shu Mo looked at the person in front of him and turned away without hesitation. The director only left the last words: "You are my collaborator."

"...Thank you."

"No need to thank me." The man suddenly stopped and said, Standing in the darkness, those red eyes seemed to have merged with some kind of darkness, becoming vicious and dark, as dark as a pool of black blood: "Flattery words are meaningless, what you need to do is Go and finish your work."

Shu Mo was left on the spot. For some reason, Shu Mo felt that he was a little angry. But Shu Mo couldn't argue with this. He could only open the book in his hand fiercely, watch the writing above slowly disappear, and then form a sentence again:

[Be careful, throwing things around is not good =)]

"Get out of here!"

Shu Mo In anger, he aimed the damn book at the wall and threw it out. The next second, the environment around him suddenly dissipated as if a bubble had been popped. The sounds of the crowd around him and the hunters The sound of hurried footsteps poured into Shu Mo's ears, and he immediately realized that something was wrong, because in the next second, a greedy figure appeared at the edge of the corridor. He seemed to have rushed here in a hurry, and when he saw Shu Mo Behind Mo's figure, the man's purple green eyes slowly faded and turned into clean green.

He was about to walk towards Shu Mo, but suddenly he heard a sound of wind. At Greedy's feet, a book just landed in front of him after spinning in a circle, and just opened it automatically to a certain page. The man After taking a look at Shu Mo, he eagerly lowered his body and picked up the book, like a puppy holding something in its mouth. He was about to hand the book to Shu Mo when he suddenly saw the content in the book.

The man paused for a moment, then picked up the book and read it slowly. He read it very seriously and carefully, as if he was chewing every word, almost religiously.

"Greedy?"

Shu Mo looked at the man who suddenly appeared. Looking at him, the man seemed to have been hit hard head on, and said quickly: "Don't look at it, don't pick it up!"

But it was too late.

Under Shu Mo's gaze, Greedy raised his face, turned his head, and after looking at him cautiously, he stared at the words in the book word by word, and his face slowly turned red.