Chapter 42 "Blasphemy."

Tick tock.

It was a sound similar to some viscous liquid falling from mid-air and then dripping onto the floor.

A thick purple mist floated from behind Shu Mo, glowing with dots of starlight. His breathing became quickened, and a faint chill surged from Shu Mo's back, as if there was an extremely cold and terrifying person standing there. The other person was extremely tall, and his long, foggy blue hair was really like drizzle suspended in the air. Ice-cold liquid was falling down continuously, wetting the back of Shu Mo's neck and black hair. .

The young man's palms began to sweat, and the water droplets got into the gaps in Shu Mo's clothes, which was very cold. The director's current state was extremely wrong. Shu Mo opened his mouth, knowing that he shouldn't have angered the other person just now, but he still felt unhappy.

Because of the director's tone of voice that took it for granted, as if he treated him as some kind of...private property.

What's more, he has no idea why the director suddenly became like this.

Shu Mo raised his head slightly stiffly, frowning slightly. He turned his face slightly, not because he wanted to look back at the person behind him, but he had to maintain this posture, because between his throat, there was a Covered with fine scales, a ferocious hand was pressing on his neck, like a falcon using its claws to clamp down on the prey that was unable to struggle in its claws; it also seemed to be tightly entangled by a poisonous snake, and then its fangs penetrated the flesh and blood. , unable to move.

Shu Mo was strangled at his most vulnerable part, and he felt as if that beautiful hand could easily crush his neck with just one squeeze. He no longer knew that this was the first time he encountered such a situation where he was suppressed and had no power to resist. In some cases, the other party did it out of love or wanted to force him to accept something; in other cases, Shu Mo Ze couldn't understand it at all; but no matter what their purpose was, Shu Mo just felt tired and helpless.

The chill made his fingertips tremble slightly. Shu Mo took a deep breath, but felt that the breath was cold all the way down his throat and into his lungs. The director's fingers pressed on his Adam's apple, for some reason. Purpose, the other party's hand tightened slightly, and then the director felt satisfied that the prey under his hand made a slight hiss. The feeling of completely controlling the other party's life made him feel better.

So the director said: "Shu Mo, I admire you very much."

His tone of voice changed subtly when he spoke. Along with a strange hissing sound, Shu Mo felt the air behind him fluctuate slightly, as if there was something there. Something long and soft seemed to be beating the air.

Shu Mo pursed his lips, his expression shifted between displeasure and confusion, and finally turned calm. The young man adjusted his mentality and heard the man behind him continue: "So I don't understand why you want to cooperate with a pollutant."

Shu Mo's heart tightened, and his heartbeat followed his pulse all the way from the director's head. The palm of his hand reached his ears, and the slightly sped up sound seemed so clear and agile to the director.

"What were you whispering just now?"

A layer of thin sound similar to metal friction came. The director lowered his body slightly and seemed to rest his head gently on Shu Mo's shoulder: "I trust you so much, you But you are trying to deceive me in front of me."

An indescribable malice came from behind Shu Mo. The director's cold fingertips pressed against the blood vessels in his neck, and the sharp nails scratched lightly, and there was blood there. A little blood comes out. He seemed to find it interesting, so he poked it a few more times with his fingers. Shu Mo felt that his neck was scraped with a few fine bloody cuts by the monster behind him. It didn't hurt, but it had a disturbing itch.

"What should I do to you?" The director laughed and blew softly behind him: "Little liar."

"...I didn't lie to you."

After a long time, the young man's voice slowly came out. , Shu Mo still didn't look back at him. The director squeezed his neck hard, and was satisfied with the sound of the other person's sudden tightening. The next second, he let go of his hand, giving him a little breathing space like a gift, so that Shu Mo could make rapid movements in his hand. The choking sound.

"I don't know what you're angry about, but I just wanted to get Xi's feathers, so that's why I did that..."

Shu Mo coughed a few more times. He felt like he had never experienced any mental illness in his life. I met them all on the upper floor. Is this a feature of the second floor?

He didn't turn around, so he couldn't see the eyes of the man behind him. Drops of viscous liquid dripped on Shu Mo's shoulders, and then seeped into the piece of fabric. Shu Mo's breathing suddenly stopped, and then became shorter and shorter. It was not because of nervousness or fear, but because of an indescribable warmth coming from deep within.

"Even if you want to put me on trial, you have to give me a chance to rebut."

Shu Mo's voice sounded helpless.

"Why did you kiss it?" The director's voice was still cold. His bright red eyes blinked slowly, thinking back to the scene he just saw. In addition to the anger welling up from the bottom of his heart, the director continued. He didn't even know whether the anger in his heart came from the fact that the experimenter he admired actually chose to get close to a pollutant, or because of... something else.

He said: "Tell me, Shu Mo."

"I have to do this." The young man's voice was low, a little hoarse due to his actions just now, but he could not hide the clear voice.

When Shu Mo lowers his voice and says something word by word, it gives people an unusually sincere feeling: "He asked me to kiss him so that I could get his feathers."

Shu Mo lowered his head and spoke from From the director's angle, he could only see the young man's side face and his slightly pursed lips: "I just... don't want to disappoint you."

The director narrowed his eyes slightly, and a pair of ferocious vertical pupils made the single eye Seems weird and vicious. However, when the young man's voice fell into his ears, the man raised his face slightly, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He tilted his head, suddenly wanting to see Shu Mo's current expression, but thinking of his current state, director He suppressed the impulse in his heart.

"Don't want to disappoint me?"

He repeated the young man's words, and the strength in his hand involuntarily relaxed a little. The strong desire that had been raging in his heart just now, like a poisonous snake wrapping around its favorite prey, and just wanting to twist it and devour it, was slowly soothed by Shu Mo's voice. After the beast-like instinct faded, reason emerged again, So when the director reviewed the meaning of this sentence, his vertical pupils expanded slightly, and the monster-like posture was slowly peeled off from him. Standing here again was the director who looked calm and cold. .

"Is this your reason?"

"I want to complete the task you gave me." Shu Mo continued: "I..."

"You know, I have always admired you."

When he said this, Shu Mo's eyes suddenly darkened. He felt that his moral integrity was rapidly declining at a rate of -100 per second, and was replaced by a crazily rising sense of shame, but it might be because such a thing had already happened once, so the shame he felt this time was no longer counted. It's too intense.

"That diary."

Far away in the office, Shu Mo's forgotten notebook suddenly shook slightly, then returned to calm.

The director remembered the contents of the notebook. The next second, Shu Mo felt a light touch on his neck. The man's hand moved away from his neck. Shu Mo covered his neck and felt the fresh air finally flowing freely from his throat into his lungs, making his brain feel a trace of happiness after a disaster.

But he couldn't be happy too early. The danger behind him had not dissipated. The director's voice came again:

"So, everything you did was to complete my mission?"

Shu Mo kept coughing, and he felt that the people behind him were patiently waiting for his answer. After a while, the young man's breathing stopped. The corners of his eyes were slightly red due to the excessive movements just now, and his green eyes were also covered with mist. A layer of bright water light.

The director finally turned around, walked in front of Shu Mo, stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, and the man saw Shu Mo's expression at this time. Shu Mo slapped his hand away, took advantage of the gap when the director did not continue to move, took a step back, and said vigilantly: "I brought Xi's feathers to you."

"I don't know why you are so angry suddenly." Shu Mo Looking at the director in front of him, his eyes were full of confusion: "Did you just want to kill me?"

The director pursed his lips and looked at him without blinking. Faced with the young man's accusation, he changed to something else normal. People may have conscience or moral uneasiness, but he did not feel any guilt in his place. Instead, he stared at Shu Mo's appearance closely, like a dog still coveting the warmth of its prey. Like a poisonous snake, Shu Mo heard the director say:

"Your body temperature is very warm."

Shu Mo paused and looked at the cold look on the man's face, the cold and almost inorganic expression, and the look in the man's single eye. When the bright red colors are superimposed together, it becomes a contradictory and confusing ghostly expression. The director gives him the feeling that he is not even a human being. He looks more like a pollutant than a pollutant.

The man who just grabbed Shu Mo's throat with his fingers and asked him why he wanted to get close to Xi tilted his head slightly, and glanced inch by inch at the corners of Shu Mo's reddish eyes, the swollen neck after suffering stimulation, and the expression on his face. expression. After a moment, the director's eyes curled up and he smiled lightly.

Thick liquid flowed from his other empty eye socket. Shu Mo was startled. His scalp was almost numb because of the director's appearance. It was the first time in his life that he was so afraid of a person.

"If you betray me, then I will definitely catch you with my own hands."

"Do you know what happens when an experimenter develops feelings for the pollutants he raises?"

The director whispered in front of Shu Mo. Several numbers were issued:

"No. I-78, No. H-98, No. G-870."

"These three employees had indescribable feelings for the pollutants under their care. I-78 believed that he had met his destiny. Destined life-long partner, he sneaked into the control room and opened the door of the containment room without other experimenters noticing;

H-98 developed a so-called friendship with the pollutants under his care, and called the other party his best friend. A good friend, he violated the experimental manual and conducted experiments that violated the rules of pollutants;

G-870 believed that the pollutants were his family members. In order to reunite with his family, he made crazy moves and tried to take on the role of raising his family. "

Then, they are either devoured by their so-called partners; or they are used as experimental materials and turned into human skin by their best friends; or they fall into madness and kill themselves in order to feed their families. My own colleagues."

"Being attached to contaminants is the most taboo issue for breeders," the director said softly, standing in front of Shu Mo: "We only need to treat those things as props that can be used or experiments that need to be studied. Just focus on the objects, rather than connect with them. "

Then why... let the breeders get close to the pollutants?

Seemingly aware of Shu Mo's thoughts, the director continued: "But even so, letting a dedicated person take care of and manage those monsters is still the most effective way of care."

The director tilted his head and continued: "After all, "Human life is the cheapest tool."

Shu Mo raised his face and looked at the person in front of him. Perhaps because of the change in angle and lighting, his face looked paler, as if it was derived from Shu Mo's expression at this time. Feeling a bit of joy, the director even seemed a little happy: "So, do you think that when you become friends with No. 0, will it use you to escape from the containment room, or will it really become a 'good friend' with you?"

"I I know that you have special talents to get close to pollutants and understand them." The director said, "But who will ensure your safety during this process?"

"You want to tell me that you cannot believe in pollution. "Things?"

Shu Mo stroked the wound on his neck and felt that blood was still oozing out from the bloody mouth, which was very itchy.

"No, what I mean is."

The director refuted Shu Mo's words and continued: "If one day you become like those trash and have thoughts that you shouldn't have."

"Then I will deal with it myself. You."

The man expressed his attitude so directly that Shu Mo opened his mouth. Under the director's gaze, the black-haired young man said weakly: "Not all pollutants will actively harm other people. "

The director narrowed his eyes. Just when he thought Shu Mo would continue to defend the pollutants, the young man continued: "But the vast majority of them are very dangerous."

Shu Mo said this sincerely. , this is also his true thought.

But that doesn’t mean he will stay away from pollutants.

The director lowered his eyes. His eyelashes were very long and grey-blue. The director seemed to give people an extremely cold and emotionless look. Few people would directly offend his majesty. Shu Mo did just that, and he survived.

"So, you shouldn't believe the rhetoric of those pollutants."

Shu Mo did not reply.

The director took a step forward and pressed closer: "You should listen to me, Shu Mo."

The young man wanted to step back, but the director got closer. He felt the strong sense of oppression and could only raise his head. He looked at the person in front of him and gave a low hum.

"You said that you admire me very much." The director stretched out his hand to help Shu Mo straighten his messed up collar. The black-haired young man raised his chin and breathed tightly, as if he would strangle each other again at any time. : "So you should listen to me."

"I will work hard."

The director's hand paused and he looked at the young man in front of him. Shu Mo raised his face and looked at him. The atmosphere between the two people was There was a bit of silence. The director stretched out his hand and lifted the hair from the young man's neck. This action already violated the personal distance of others, so Shu Mo reached out and slapped the man's wrist away. Shu Mo and him looked at each other. After a moment, the young man looked away and explained: "I don't like... other people touching me."

"I do admire you." Shu Mo said dryly, His breath was hanging in front of him. This person who seemed so powerful in front of him just now suddenly approached him, which really put a lot of pressure on him: "But I usually don't like other people to get too close to me."

The director lowered his eyes to look . Looking at him, his expression remained unchanged. The feeling of having no room for communication when facing a machine made Shu Mo's attitude a little stuck. The next second, he felt the director press his hand, and then pressed his fingers on his neck again. The man used The fingertips grazed the blood on his skin, and the wound disappeared.

"You are injured."

The director only said these four words. The man took a step back and distanced himself from Shu Mo: "The people from the trial center asked the laboratory to hand you over, and I have told them to get out."

"...Thank you."

"You're welcome." The director replied word for word. Then, his tone became longer: "I also gave them some small gifts, just think of it as my return."

"You have just arrived at the upper level, and you haven't adapted to the life here yet." The director continued: "So, I I’m going to give you a few days off.”

Shu Mo blinked and even forgot about the healed wound on his neck. The joy in his eyes was not fake. Shu Mo even forgot when he last took a vacation: "...paid vacation? The

director blinked and continued: "After a while, the most famous theater on the second floor will invite this stage 'Queen' to perform."

"They gave me two tickets. "

Hearing this, I suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition.

"Come and see with me, Shu Mo."

The director said this in a calm tone, which was like making Shu Mo return to his hometown. Its destructive power is no less than that of having a time bomb strapped to the body while dancing Latin dance and dismantling the bomb within 20 minutes.

Shu Mo almost couldn't take a breath and was about to pass. The most important thing was that he had realized that he could not refuse the other party, because the director's current attitude seemed to be to make up for what had just happened and give him some compensation—— And the way he compensated Shu Mo was to let him take a vacation with his idol!

What a heart-warming, coveted, and joyful invitation, Shu Mo had tears in his eyes. Of course, in the eyes of the director, his eyes should contain tears of joy. So much so that the man's expression looked softer when he looked at him.

If he refuses the director now, will he be angry?

Shu Mo forced a smile and said, "Thank you, but... but I..."

The director raised his chin slightly. With just a simple movement, Shu Mo paused and continued, "I feel very honored."

"Really."

"This is the best news I have heard since I came to the upper level."

"...Good boy." The man stretched out his hand and wiped off the blood on Shu Mo's face: "When that day comes, I will I will come to pick you up in person."

"I believe we are all looking forward to that day."

The director seemed to have thought of something. Under the backlight, the man's expression became blurred: "That day will not be too far away. Shu Mo

returned to his room in despair. The day had been so thrilling that he even felt that he had forgotten something. The young man raised his head and sighed, feeling that something was missing around him. On the way back, I suddenly saw Ouya carrying his luggage. The man was holding his beloved bread machine in one hand and a pile of bread in the other.

"Hey, Shu Mo!" Ou Ya greeted him: "This is our last time here, and I will move to a new community soon!"

Shu Mo raised his face and looked at the cheerful people. , suddenly realized one thing in hindsight:

@greedy.

It seems like I haven't seen you for a long time.

In the sealed confessional room, chains were wrapped around the man's body. The room was filled with burning candles, and black candles hung upside down from the ceiling, dripping wax oil drop by drop.

From time to time, there were roars like wild beasts coming from the closed door, and sounds like something hitting the wall, causing the whole room to shake. Even though Xino had experienced it many times outside the house, he still looked frightened when he saw this scene.

While he was waiting with his head lowered, the movement in the room suddenly stopped. The deathly silence made people outside the room even think that the people inside had fainted due to excessive pain. Sino took a step forward and suddenly saw the room. The door slowly opened a little further from inside the house.

A turbid eye that turned green to purple and turned purple to black appeared in the gap. Blood-like liquid flowed out from the crack in the door, but it looked filthy and gave off a putrid smell.

"...Medicine."

A hoarse voice came, but Sino breathed a sigh of relief. He was holding a bottle of medicine in his hand. In the turbid medicine, a few worm-like threads were slowly swimming in it. Shuttle up and down.

"Lord Greedy, this is today's potion."

Sino said: "As long as you take the medicine obediently, you won't feel...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the man in the crack of the door stared at the potion in his hand. Bottle's eyes widened a bit, and a roar that made people burst their eardrums came out. Xino was almost knocked to the ground. He coughed a few times and said helplessly: "If you keep doing this, the medicine will break. The only one who feels uncomfortable is you."

"Ahem," he continued coughing: "The elders said that if you continue like this, they will no longer provide you with potions. Lord Greed, why are you still unwilling to join the Tribunal? ?

”

​Every movement revealed strong pain and despair. Xino looked at him with question marks on his face, not understanding what was happening. In the past, greed had already taken away the medicine impatiently. Why did he take it away this time? Stop suddenly?

Xino even handed the thing in his hand forward, and then he saw that the arm finally moved as he wished. Half of the arm showed a decaying gray-white hand stretched out. The next second, Greed looked at Xino in front of him. In front of him, he slapped open the bottle of medicine.

"...?"

Xino's eyes widened. Then, he heard the sound of the chains coming off, as if he was watching a terrifying monster break away from their shackles and walk out of the cage. The man's legs began to beat. Shivering, when he heard the sound of the door slowly opening, he was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground and just staggered back.

"Lord Greedy, Lord Greedy—"

Halfway through the man's words, Greedy stretched out his hand and suddenly slapped him against the wall. Xino felt his eyes spinning for a while, and saw the purple figure running away from the confession room. When he went out, his movements were so fast that he only left an afterimage in front of Xino.

Xino fell to the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood. As soon as he showed an angry expression, he saw some floating things falling out of the potion that fell on the ground. They did not find the host body, but only found Xino in the room. A person seemed to have realized Xino's weakness, but for the sake of having something better than nothing, those nematodes swam around, and then slowly crawled towards Xino.

"No, no!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

On the floor where Shu Mo was the only resident, a very tall, nearly humanoid monster stood in front of his door, roaring and shouting. Pleading.

"Shu Mo..."

"Shu Mo..."

Someone was asking for help while calling his name.

In the room, the sleeping black-haired young man seemed to hear some kind of call. He slowly sat up from the bed. In the dark room, only a white light suddenly appeared, but it was a faint white glow from the young man's green eyes. It overflowed and slowly expanded in his eyes.

"Please..."

Someone was asking him for help.

The black-haired young man turned his head, as if to determine the direction. After a moment, Shu Mo's body started to move on its own like a stiff puppet. He climbed out of the bed, then looked in the direction of the door, and walked towards the door with bare feet. .

"Shu Mo..."

The sound of the door opening came out. It seemed like a kind of salvation, a kind of last match that ignited the darkness. Greedy, who was kneeling in front of the door and kept knocking on the door, raised his head and saw the door slowly opening. It slowly opened, revealing a black-haired young man standing behind the door.

"Are you... asking for help?"

asked the voice without any fluctuations.

"Are you feeling pain?"

Greedy knelt on the ground and looked at the person in front of him, and then nodded. His neck, shoulders, body and even face were covered with blood marks torn by himself. From the wounds, there were like bacteria. Something like silk was swimming in the man's veins, and every struggle would bring him more intense pain.

"Shu Mo, help me..."

The man stretched out his hand to Shu Mo, but the god in front of him did not respond to him. Shu Mo's eyes, which were completely covered with pure white, looked at him and repeated mechanically:

"Yes. Are you feeling pain?"

"It's me, it's me,"

Greed said hurriedly. His green eyes widened and he looked at the person in front of him. Then, he saw Shu Mo nodding, and the black-haired young man said. He stretched out his hand, and warm white light leaked from his palm, helping him kill the bugs in his body bit by bit.

"Don't be afraid, I will save you."

The young man said, repeating these words.

"Don't be afraid, I will save you all."

These calm and emotionless words were repeated in the corridor. In the darkness, the light on Shu Mo's body was the only light.

"Shu Mo..."

The man looked at the god in front of him infatuatedly. He felt that his body was getting lighter little by little. The pain surging in his body was leaving him. The pain surging in his ears was vague and subtle. The sound was also disappearing. It was the sound that gathered in his ears and was made by the insects swimming in his body.

All these pains slowly dissipated under Shu Mo's hands. He seemed to have gained redemption and rebirth. His greedy eyes revealed fanatical emotions. The emotions were crazy, turbulent, and even close to madness. Under Shu Mo's comfort, Greedy gradually With the strength to stand up, he slowly got up from the ground, so Shu Mo had to stretch out his hand and lift his face to reach the man's face.

Even under such circumstances, Shu Mo was still carrying out mechanical rescue, looking greedily at the person in front of him, feeling that the other person was his god, his everything, and the only one who could save him and keep him alive. redemption.

What should I do? Greedy opened his eyes and felt the gentle touch from his face. There seemed to be a voice in his heart saying over and over again:

I really want him.

Want, want.

Greed wants to get everything Shu Mo has.

He wanted to make Shu Mo...become his.

In Shu Mo's gaze, all the emotions in Greedy's eyes seemed to be invisible. However, his spirit did not shy away from this, and did not even stop for it. Greedy and Shu Mo looked at each other, and he felt that he was He was saved by the other party, but there was nothing in Shu Mo's eyes.

Then greed began to tremble.

He could only get salvation by staying by Shu Mo's side, but the other party didn't need him.

"Shu Mo..." Greedy lowered his body and read Shu Mo's name in a very soft voice. Every word seemed to reveal thick emotions: "Shu Mo..."

"Become my thing... He

lowered his body, as if he was afraid of waking up the person in front of him, and asked softly: "Can you become my thing?"

After the man said this, he held his breath and waited for Shu Mo's response. Facing this close threat, Shu Mo didn't say anything. He just raised his hand and soothed the pain of the person in front of him little by little.

"I will save you."

Greedy smiled.

A smile full of joy, as if your wish is about to be fulfilled.

"Become mine, Shu Mo..."

The sound of flesh and blood tearing came, and Shu Mo continued to put his hand on Greedy's face. His eyes were pure white, and warmth gushed out from his palms. Those eyes It was as if he saw the hyphae tearing apart from the body of the person in front of him and continuing to spread towards him, but he seemed to see nothing at all.

"Greed... I want you so much..."

As if he was taking advantage of the situation, Greed looked at the person in front of him. When Shu Mo didn't respond, he tried to offend the other person's majesty. He wanted to get everything from the other person. Let God only redeem him and only stay with him.

Even just now, Shu Mo, who had witnessed everything with his own eyes, still did not stop his actions, so Greed was relieved: he would get what he wanted.

Then, the purple-haired man suddenly stopped when he saw Shu Mo's movements.

As if he sensed the offense, and as if he was about to wake up from a dream, Shu Mo's hand paused. He slowly withdrew his hand and stood there, looking at the greed in front of him.

The man's breath was suffocated, and he even suspected that Shu Mo had woken up. The next second, he saw those eyes: pure white, still emotionless eyes with gray pupils.

With a "pop" sound, Shu Mo raised his hand and slapped Greedy's side face.

The black-haired young man looked at the person in front of him quietly, as if he didn't see anything.

Greed's eyes widened, and he slowly turned around, hearing an indifferent word coming from his ear.

It was Shu Mo who stood in front of him, with a majestic posture that could not be offended, and said word by word in a mechanical tone:

"blasphemy."