Chapter 47 Madman, the director is a madman.

"Director...?"

the young man's somewhat confused voice came out. He flew up in the air, and was forced to fly in front of the blue-haired man as if he was throwing himself into his arms, and then fell directly like that. Into each other's arms.

Of course, at the last moment, Shu Mo leaned his body as hard as he could to avoid the director's outstretched hand, and hit the wall like that. This made the director smile, and with a snapping sound, The book that Shu Mo had been holding in his arms fell to the ground. He lowered his head, held down his painful shoulder, and lowered his head to pick it up. However, the pages of the book fell automatically in his hands without any wind, and he quickly turned through the page. , rows of shocking large characters quickly appeared on it, and the future after Shu Mo was written on it.

Shu Mo's eyes suddenly widened a little, because there... was his handwriting on it.

[Tuesday, fine, today is a special day. Because of the riot caused by the F-36-I9-Ancestor, a large amount of pollutants poured into the laboratory. Before that, the director secretly dealt with a person from the trial center. Bishop, the Tribunal was very angry and ordered the Life Factory to ban the delivery of feed to the laboratory. It was because of this small problem that it indirectly led to a large number of riots in the laboratory.

But all this has nothing to do with me.

Monday, cloudy? clear? I'm locked in this cage by that madman, that fucking, goddamn bastard, and I don't even know how many days I've been here, and he's filled the containment room with cameras and monitors, I could only crawl under the bed and bite those things off with my teeth. I hate the feeling of being touched by others, and I hate the way he stares at me all the time. He seems to treat me as an object, a toy that he keeps and should be locked up, or in other words, I am in his eyes. It's more like a very rare contaminant.

I feel like this guy is one of those insane lunatics who should be locked up. He actually told me that he had guessed a long time ago that I was not a human being and that I had been lying to him, so he chose to do that. He exposed my lies and locked me up in this place forever. He said he liked me very much and would like to keep me forever.

My advice is: go see a psychiatrist as soon as possible.

Tuesday: Metamorphosis.

Wednesday: Pervert, madman, you pervert! ! !

Friday? I don’t know what time it is today, but the director is very satisfied with my performance and says I am a good boy. He said that greed has been looking for me, but he will never find me, because I will be trapped here forever, I can't escape, I have no way to leave, he put the chains of imprisonment on my body, He said you need to wear the collar to behave.

From his crazy behavior and calm tone, I finally understood what kind of terrifying lunatic he was. If I could do it all over again, I would never choose to resist him directly, insult him, confront him, and scold him at that time. Is a madman.

I will definitely choose a gentler way to change my destiny. The director is not a person who likes to resist. For him, soft blades are always more effective than weapons.

It would be nice if I could choose a gentler way at that time. With a collar around my neck and shackles on my hands, I think, if I could have read this diary and reminded myself of the past, I hope He can know one thing. When facing the director, you must, must be very, very -

"...Shu Mo."

"I said, I don't like disobedient experimental subjects."]

"Shu Mo. "

The man's voice came from his ears. Shu Mo's eyes widened. Shocked by everything recorded in this diary, he raised his face. The moment he saw the director's expression, he frowned involuntarily, and I couldn't help but shudder.

The director's eyes wandered back and forth over his body. The eyes were so dark and heavy, like a sticky and thick curtain, that he pressed down like that, and then wrapped around Shu Mo's body without hesitation, even if it was a brief contact. , can give him a sense of horror from the heart.

This guy... what on earth is he going to do to him?

Shu Mo suddenly felt at a loss. At this moment, he missed Greed very much. He even thought about how he had just made Greed wait outside, and Shu Mo wanted to slap himself in the mouth. Every word and sentence in the notebook seemed to turn into worms, crawling on Shu Mo's body, eating his skin and flesh from time to time, so when the director walked towards him, Shu Mo's first thought was... The reaction was to scream and run away, which he would have done had he not seen the writing in the notebook.

But, but...

Shu Mo looked at the dark-eyed person in front of him. After hesitating for a moment, the young man suppressed the resentment and disgust in his heart. From the beginning until now, the notebook seemed to have not given him much real help. , the price of truth, which was like iron waste, finally had some effect at this moment. He looked at the person in front of him, and before the man could say anything, he took the initiative to step forward, and then got close to the other person.

In his sight, the director's expression was like that of a beast that looked like it was pretending to be asleep, but in fact it had already assumed a hunting posture and was about to pounce on the prey and tear the neck of its prey into pieces at the next moment. However, when the man hissed and spit out the letter, , but he suddenly found that the prey that seemed to be preparing to escape hastily walked up to him, lowered his head, and suddenly said softly:

"You scared me."

In fact, what Shu Mo really thought in his heart was: You have Be sick.

Shu Mo was really about to say these words. The rabbit would bite if it was in a hurry. What's more, the young man suddenly remembered that the situation he encountered after he came to the upper level and met the director, except for the initial After those few contacts, and every time he got along with the other person after that, the man gave him the feeling that he was becoming more and more cruel and powerful, and could not be disobedient. Greedy acted like a madman at first, but at least he could listen to a few words.

Unknowingly, his impressions of greed and superiority were completely reversed during this period of time. Shu Mo thought as he lowered his head, and the blue-haired man looked at his side face and the spinning head above his head. Hair, that looks very touchable. The director narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly felt a strong impulse, but it didn't matter. He suppressed the turbulent emotion and smiled: when tonight is over, he can do whatever he wants.

Shu Mo hid himself and pretended to be an ordinary experimenter, making appearances in front of him, but in the end he was exposed. Thinking of this, the director felt a kind of joy similar to hunting in his heart. Once he captured an elk in the forest. The elegant and beautiful creature hid itself in the gaps between the trees and hid in the bushes to escape him. It could easily destroy the entire forest, but he chose to let it go for the time being. Become an ordinary person, immersed in the joy of hunting, just waiting for the moment to kill the prey.

That must be very nice.

He thought, the man stretched out his hand and touched Shu Mo's hair. His gloves seemed to have no warmth at all, and the coolness seeping out of his skin gave the man's fingertips a trembling chill. Shu Mo's breath was suffocated, and he almost wanted to slap him away, but when he thought that the consequence of doing so would be to have a new set of clothes, three meals a day, and regular feeding every day, the young man I kept convincing myself mentally, but finally chose to obey.

Of course, when the director's fingers did not stop, and seemed to even want to touch his earlobe and knead the area behind the ears, Shu Mo still stretched out his hand and pressed it on his palm, and then said : "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"I want to know, is there anything I can do to help you?"

The director narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his fingers down, pinched the young man's face, and lifted his chin. Shu Mo looked away hastily at that moment, as if he didn't want to look directly at him. Only then did I seem to notice that the person in front of me had a very good-looking face. His complexion was pale, his lips were dark, and there was a hint of heroism between his eyebrows. He looked very handsome in the eyes of the world, and his appearance was superior. His head is tall, his legs are long, and he seems to have a certain grace when he walks.

Shu Mo's face is in line with the director's aesthetics. He never cares about other people's appearance. Everyone seems to be dispensable in his eyes, no matter how delicate and beautiful they are, or how handsome they are. , are meaningless in the eyes of the director.

However, now, the director suddenly discovered that he seemed to... see for the first time a being that suited his preferences, even though he had only treated the other person with an admiring attitude before, as if he was watching an interesting enough person. Props available.

He suddenly realized that Shu Mo's existence was very different to him: he was good enough, interesting enough, and obedient enough, but he also had a little resistance while being obedient. All these made up the existence of Shu Mo, and then , he fell in front of the director, with a face that suited his preferences, and asked him: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Shu Mo just hit the wall, probably because of the pain, the young man's face There was a slightly troubled look on his face; his cheeks were slightly red (mainly from anger); his eyes flickered, and the young man raised his eyes to look at him from time to time, and then showed a gentle smile. He just rubbed the other person's earlobe for a while, and then Revealing a ripe red color.

At that moment, the director suddenly thought.

If Shu Mo could behave a little better, then he could also forgive him a little bit later.

The director took back his hand and said to Shu Mo: "I do have one thing, I need your help."

"Be obedient."

The director said softly, Shu Mo showed an awkward but polite smile, he wanted to roar in his heart However, under the pressure of the desire to survive, Shu Mo could only say in the end: "I am honored."

Shu Mo said: "I have always wanted to help you."

The young man's green eyes blinked. The flowing expression gives people a sense of sincerity. This is a skill Shu Mo has developed over more than ten years. All he needs to do is smile.

Then, he watched as the director raised his face slightly and looked at him with a cold and sticky look. It seemed elegant, but there was something terrifying and inhumane feeling surging under the skin of the man. It was completely reflected on his body, as if just a slight stimulation would make the other person peel off that layer of skin. All of Shu Mo's energy was spent on the director's body, so that he flawlessly paid attention to other details described in the notebook.

He followed the director and watched helplessly as the man took him into the laboratory. It was the same laboratory, the same place, and the same wall.

Then, Shu Mo's pupils shrank for a moment, and he subconsciously took a step back as if he was stimulated by the thing in front of him. He suddenly bumped into a cold body, which had no temperature and looked more pollutant than pollutants. The director was standing over him, looking at him with the same eyes.

The director held the pipe in his hand again. He took a deep drag on the cigarette, and the dense purple mist slowly floated out, then enveloped the laboratory.

The man was wrapped in smoke, and only one of his eyes was bright scarlet, like a poppy in full bloom.

He said: "Are you going to go up by yourself, or should I help you?"

There was a cross hanging in front of Shu Mo. The cross looked simple and crude, even stained with some blood. It didn't look like there was anything special about it. Shu Mo I know about a religion that was spread in the old days. When it was rumored, the Son of God was killed on the cross, and then... the other person was resurrected three days later and became the Son of God that others believed in.

No matter how beautiful and sacred this rumor sounds, it cannot hide the fact that the thing in front of him is a torture device. Shu Mo suddenly lost his breath at that moment. He was thinking: Does the director really want to hang him up?

He doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand.

Shu Mo's body tensed up. At that moment, the instinct of survival and escape enveloped him again. Behind him, the man was enveloped in a thick fog. The fog slowly dispersed, just like in a cemetery in the early morning. Like a slowly dissipating gray mist, what emerged from it was a cold, inhuman corpse.

"Director..."

Shu Mo found that his voice was shaking a little. He really couldn't figure out what the director was going to do. At this moment, the man lowered his head and blew out a cold breath in his ear. Said: "Didn't you say you want to help me?"

"But I don't understand what you want to do?"

"Why, did I do something wrong?"

Shu Mo asked this question sincerely, and The director seemed to find it funny: "You don't know?"

"Then you will know why as long as you listen to me."

Shu Mo stood there, as if he felt hesitant and didn't even know it. Why did he suddenly feel guilty? The man looked at him and raised his face as if feeling a little confused, trying to seek comfort. Then, he saw the undisguised, slightly malicious and indifferent look on the director's face.

"...Okay."

The director heard the young man in front of him say. He squinted his eyes and saw a soft look on the pale young man's face. He said softly: "I will be obedient."

"If this is yours. If you wish."

The director's eyes were raised like snakes, and he did not respond to the young man's words, which even made the scene become almost heartless. As if there was no compassion or pity at all, the director watched Shu Mo take the initiative to walk up to the cross. Thorns suddenly appeared above this seemingly simple torture instrument, with thorns and jagged leaves. It wrapped around the young man's body, leaving some blood marks on his body.

Shu Mo's hands and feet were spread out, and he was almost tied to death. For a moment, the director saw a look on Shu Mo's face that was struggling in pain, like a dying prey. However, the next second, Shu Mo Opening his eyes wide, those green eyes fell on the director's face. The young man seemed to be about to be judged by the director, but he still fell in love with the executioner holding a sharp weapon and looked at him dreamily.

The director looked at his face. The man slowly raised the dagger in his hand. The dagger engraved with gold patterns reflected a cold light in the room. He only had to press the blade gently against Shu Mo's body. , can cause his body to be cut open.

"...Do you want to kill me?"

Shu Mo said in a dry voice. The director looked at him. Until now, he had not seen resentment in the young man's eyes. Shu Mo's eyes showed confusion, shock, and even... There was a moment of panic, but he seemed to be always looking at the director, always looking at him.

The director stroked his weapon. He had not used this dagger for a long time. Karuri turned it back and forth in his hand, making a little buzzing sound of excitement. The trembling could tell how much it wanted to penetrate Shu Mo. chest, and then enjoy the feeling of killing prey with your own hands.

At the same time, its owner also lowered his eyes, his narrow and beautiful eyes slowly flashed across Karihi's blade, and the young man's expression was reflected on it.

The director stared at the reflection on the sword without blinking, his lips slowly raised, and suddenly he remembered that the young man in front of him said that he admired him.

Therefore, Shu Mo likes him.

Thinking of this, the man suddenly raised his lips uncontrollably. But now, Shu Mo walked to the cross and wanted to watch the person he admired kill him with his own hands.

...How pitiful.

The director sighed in his heart. He raised the dagger in his hand, and the blade reflected the man's upturned lips. In fact, it could no longer hide the cruelty and malice.

Shu Mo stared at the director's face with wide eyes. After a moment, he seemed to have accepted the reality and lowered his head, unwilling to look at him again. Even though he had chosen to obey, this was his last act of stubbornness.

"Raise your head."

The director put the dagger against his chest. Before the tip of the knife touched the young man, he couldn't wait to cut open his clothes, revealing the other person's skin, which is where the heart is. The young man's skin was very white, and the exposed part was even shockingly white, but the director was a little dissatisfied. He wanted to see Shu Mo's expression.

Shu Mo was silent for a moment. The director was sure that he heard his words, but the young man remained silent. He was obviously obedient enough, but this level of disobedience made the director extremely unhappy. Lifting it slightly, he slowly went deeper, and then said coldly.

"Raise your head." The director said, "You have been deceiving me before, but now you are unwilling to look at me when you are facing trial?"

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

Shu, who kept his head lowered, Mo's body trembled for a moment, and his voice trembled a little, but in this case, he showed an almost stubborn stubbornness, as if he was emphasizing something or proving something.

"Why do you think I would lie to you?"

The young man's voice slowly sounded in the room, and the director's blade went deeper. The pattern engraved on the hunting sun seemed to be deepening, like a hungry glutton drinking from Shu Mo. He refused to let go of the blood flowing out of his body, sucking it up almost greedily.

It was even trembling constantly, urging its master to go deeper, and eagerly looking forward to the moment when it penetrated Shu Mo's heart completely. However, the director's movements suddenly stopped. He looked at the person in front of him and said softly: "You are obviously a pollutant."

The man said: "But you have been acting like an ordinary human being and sneaked into my research institute. Approaching No. 0.

"You came here just for it, didn't you?" The director's voice mocked: "After you got here, you couldn't wait to pounce on it."

Even... in front of him. face, to kiss that monster.

Recalling the scene he had seen before, the red color in the director's single eye became even deeper, as rich as scarlet. He looked at Shu Mo in front of him and chuckled. The laughter rang in the young man's eardrums. It moved like a sharp blade.

"It doesn't matter."

The director said, "No matter what your purpose is, after I kill you, you will have to stay here forever."

At this point, the director paused slightly, waiting for the young man's call. Resistance and anger after being exposed, but he heard nothing. Shu Mo seemed to be dead when he finished those few words, and even his breathing became weak. The other party lowered his face and said nothing, not even caring about the blade against his chest. He was tied to the cross, as if he was really being killed without regard for right and wrong, and became dead silent.

After the director was silent for a moment, he continued his actions without hearing his explanation. Karihi went deeper and felt that the young man's heart was close at hand. It was drinking blood and wanted to rush in and invade. However, everything The director stopped at this moment. He seemed moved and a little anxious. The man's voice was very cold:

"Raise your head."

"Don't you want to explain?"

The director continued to ask. He looked in front of him without saying a word. The person almost wanted to kill him directly. The director narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand, pinched the young man's chin, and almost forced the young man to raise his face.

Then, he saw Shu Mo's cold and calm eyes.

The director's heart skipped a beat.

The young man was tied to the instrument of torture, his hands and feet were restrained, a sharp knife was pressed against his chest, and the blood flowing out was drank up bit by bit by Kari. Shu Mo's face became paler, but he acted as if he was extremely indifferent to life and death. Looking at the person in front of him, there was even a subtle compassion in his expression.

"So that's what you think."

Shu Mo looked at him. After a moment, the young man raised his lips and smiled softly: "I obviously... came here for the person I admire."

"I can do it for you. He does anything, but you want to humiliate me in this way."

The director's eyes widened and he looked at the person in front of him slowly opening his mouth and smiling at him, the corners of his lips curling up more and more. Big, more and more obvious:

"You don't believe me, maybe the person I admire is not here."

"Yuga Elela."

"I am very disappointed in you."

After Shu Mo finished saying this, He lowered his head again and said nothing. The director looked at him coldly, as if he was angered and wanted to stab his heart with a knife.

Then, in the next second.

A stone suddenly appeared from mid-air and hit Shu Mo.

Blood stains flowed from the corners of the young man's clothes. At that moment, Shu Mo's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He murmured softly, and then his body began to tremble. The director still looked at him with an extremely cold and cold-blooded look. After a moment, the man said:

"Disappointed?"

"The opinion of the experimental subject doesn't matter to me. "It's meaningless."

The director lowered his head and waited for a long time before finally tearing apart the young man in front of him. The director's long knife penetrated a little deeper and was almost pressed against the beating flesh and blood. Even if the young man was really a pollutant, he would die if his heart was penetrated.

But it doesn't matter. As long as the director kills him, the young man who is a pollutant will be resurrected. At that time, Shu Mo will have no way to deceive him anymore.

However, a weak voice sounded in the director's ears.

...What if he is really just an ordinary person?

What if he... really didn't lie to him?

The moment the hunting sun in his hand penetrated Shu Mo's chest, would he get an experiment or a corpse?

It doesn't matter, he has other ways to revive Shu Mo. The director weighed Shu Mo's life and death on the scale. In that case, he would only lose a precious "medicine". Even if Shu Mo became a useless person, he could still support him.

Shu Mo's life or death doesn't matter. He can't choose his own destiny whether he lives or dies, so why does he hesitate...?

The person in front of him was trembling continuously, and the dying prey had already felt the coming of death. At this time, it closed its eyes and prepared to face death. But Shu Mo refused to look at him anymore. The director looked at the person in front of him, scrutinizing and examining him.

He refused to look at him anymore.

What if Shu Mo doesn't want to look at him again after he is resurrected?

The man lowered his eyes and rested his eyelids on the bloody eye. After a moment, he seemed to feel bored. Karuri, who was pricking deeply into the deepest part of the young man's wound, was pulled out directly. The golden pattern above suddenly burst out with a strong luster, but was directly taken back by its owner.

The director looked at the wound on Shu Mo's chest. There was a small blood hole deep in the young man's chest, but there was only a faint color of blood. After a while, blood poured out from it. As long as he moved forward one step With a little click, Shu Mo's heart will be completely penetrated by that dagger.

Then, he closed his eyes and suddenly felt that his hands and feet softened. The young man opened his eyes and almost stumbled to the ground. There was a moment of surprise in his eyes. The moment he was about to fall to the ground in the next second, he was struck by a wave. Hold firmly with both hands.

Shu Mo stared at the expressionless person in front of him with wide eyes. There was no smile on the director's face, and there was no crazy expression that frightened him. Even the director's bloody eye looked a little dim. He looked Indifferent and tired, he returned to a tired and lazy look. The man stretched out his hand to capture the young man in his arms, hugged his body forcefully, and then placed his chin on Shu Mo's head.

They hugged each other in the laboratory for a long time. After a while, the director's voice came:

"You like me, right?"

The man's fingers were ice-cold, and his gloves were still stained with Shu Mo's blood. His fingertips traced across Shu Mo's body, and then slowly rose up to grab his neck accurately.

"Right?"

The director's voice sounded in Shu Mo's ears. His limbs were weak and his face was even paler due to blood loss, but he was held in someone's arms and nodded.

"Yeah."

"I," Shu Mo originally wanted to say this, but seemed to pause because of coughing. The next second, the young man gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I like you."

" Good boy."

The director's embrace suddenly became suffocating, so strong that Shu Mo seemed to be integrated into his flesh and blood, completely ignoring the fact that the other person was still bleeding, and was almost terrifyingly domineering and strong.

Shu Mo's breath was suffocated, and a large white light appeared in front of his eyes. The feeling of suffocation and powerlessness made him almost dizzy. The director grabbed his chin and lifted his face. This shockingly beautiful giant looked at him carefully. It actually looked more like a cold corpse than Shu Mo at this moment.

"Since you like me, then you must like me well."

Shu Mo nodded, and the next second, the director smiled softly. His current smile did not have the slightest trace of ferocity or madness, but instead had a hint of lightness. The joy, the pure joy.

"That's great." The director looked at the crumbling man in front of him and licked his lips. Finally, the man's mind recalled the scene he had seen in the containment room. His eyes were on Shu Mo's lips, which were slightly lighter due to blood loss. On the bed, I don't know why I suddenly can't control myself and want to taste the taste of youth.

What does that feel like?

The director thought, will it be soft? She would be like Shu Mo himself, cute and lovable...

He looked at the person in front of him, stretched out his hand and bit his wrist open, and a bit of light golden blood was taken into the man's mouth. Then, the director lowered his head He pushed Shu Mo onto the table beside him and covered him without hesitation.

That faint golden light poured into Shu Mo's body, bringing with it a shiver of warmth. His expression showed both attachment to that warmth and a hint of fear for what he was capable of. The other person's aura was also It was heavy and cold, with only warmth between his lips and teeth. Shu Mo felt that his body temperature was getting warmer and warmer. His breath was suffocated, but the injuries on his body were completely healed. He was full of energy, but his hands and feet were... He was still pinned down and couldn't move.

"So this is what kissing feels like."

The man didn't stop for a moment, only panting in the gaps: "You've never kissed No. 0 like this, have you? It asked you to do it, and you know it's comfortable?"

Shu Mo didn't . He tried to resist, but just looked at him with wide eyes. The Director continued: "Since you like me, how about you keep doing this from now on?"

Shu Mo looked at him, then held his clothes hard, shook his head, Director The man's white coat was a little messed up by him. The man's expression was still cold, and he couldn't seem to lose control at all: "Why do you refuse?"

"You obviously like me so much..."

Shu Mo's eyesight went dark. But the director came closer again, and the next second, tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes. The door to the laboratory was tightly closed, and only a few occasional knocks could be heard. An hour later, Shu Mo stumbled out of it. The director was left in the room, looking at the young man's back, thinking about what they just said:

"I will never do that to you again, but after that Every once in a while, you have to come to the laboratory."

"...Can I refuse?"

"Huh?"

After Shu Mo walked out of the director's room, the young man closed his eyes. The tears finally flowed down completely. He faced the wall for a long time. Shu Mo gritted his teeth and suddenly punched the wall uncontrollably.

"Madman." He gritted his teeth and said, "Madman!"