Don't be deceived, Ruan Xian thought.

However, everything around him is degenerating. Artificial sunlight pours in from the fake floor-to-ceiling windows, and the blue sky reflected in the windows is like a fine sapphire. The bed under him was soft and comfortable, and the warm air was filled with a deadly sweet fragrance. Ruan Xian didn't know if the incense would work on him, nor did he know whether his breath was getting hotter because of the medicine or the fingertips brushing across the skin.

Not long after taking a bath, his bathrobes were loosely tied, and now they were completely scattered under him, soaked in dark red by the blood gushing from Tang Yibu's knife.

This is the enemy's territory, Ruan Xian kept reminding himself.

The nerves are stretched to the point that they may break at any time, but the thinking begins to become blurred. The blood mixed with the sweet fragrance hit his sense of smell, and the other person's body temperature and breathing began to make Ruan Xian's brain blank. He could hear his own thunderous heartbeat, a mixture of fear, excitement and unfamiliar stimuli that kept rising, his scalp tingling and his hair standing on end.

"Can you hear me too?"

Even though the blade was deeply buried in the android's chest, Tang Yibu tightened his arms and increased the strength of his embrace. The other party's breath still carried the moisture from the bath, and there was a hint of frail anticipation in his voice, and Ruan Xian could feel the sudden contraction of his heart.

"I don't understand." His voice was hoarse, unlike his own.

He wants to pull out the knife and use violence to divide everything. It's a pity that no one added a blood slot to the fruit knife, it was deeply sucked by the wound, and there was not much room for him to move under the pressure of the opponent.

Blood was still pouring out of the wound.

"People always look at things according to their own standards, and the same is true of the bionic people set up by humans. I have never seen an exception." Tang Yibu supported his body with his left arm and elbow, and gently stroked Ruan Xian's wet hair. His eyes are strange and eager, his eyes are like a scalpel, which can peel off the soul layer by layer.

The premise is that there is such a thing as a soul. Ruan Xian swallowed and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

Tang Yibu's communication style has always been self-jumping, but he understood it this time. Maybe it's because he knows the same kind of loneliness, it's like a deep scar. Tang Yibu is indeed, as he claims to be, an anthropologist. But there will always be a time for zoologists to stay within their own group and make their findings public.

But Tang Yibu had nowhere to go back.

Neither myself.

Ruan Xian doesn't think people have to be associated with someone. Except for those creatures with simple nature, for groups with complex emotions and thinking, "others" are a necessary reference.

Whether through other people or through books, people must have a channel to define whether or not their feelings are "normal." He had read from books that the greatest happiness in life is to find one's best friend, whether that person is a friend, a lover or a relative, the moment when joy or pain is understood, it will be shared or shared.

People create language, create stories, and carry emotions and cognitions that are repeated countless times. And trying to communicate, to express one's thoughts, everything is built within that fixed boundary.

Side effects also follow.

Due to the inferiority of biology, people always subconsciously regard themselves as the right side. If the individual does not recognize it, it will be regarded as an objective inferior product. Even if it is a misunderstanding of the meaning of others, it will definitely use self-recognition as the criterion for judgment. Although people are not destined to understand each other, they can respect and support each other to a certain extent. But with the excessive development of social channels, respect has become a rarity, and arrogance and ego that are eager to be different have become more and more common.

Information is becoming more and more abundant, but the crowd is more and more lazy to listen and watch. This exacerbated the situation.

Even in normal people, people have begun to pick out some different voices as outliers. From aesthetic inclinations, facial features, moral cognition, sexual orientation, and even natural defects, everything can be used as an outlier.

Ruan Xian once looked at the quagmire. He could understand the actions of those people and parse out their motives, but he had nowhere to record them. Unlike sociologists, as someone who was vaguely excluded from the "human circle", the things he recorded were not destined to be very friendly, and would only bring him more trouble.

Emotions are another aspect.

Real aliens have no rulers, and what they carry will turn into a dark unknown. Without comparison, they don't know how deep the dark river in front of them is, or how many steps away the abyss is. No amount of power can make up for this emptiness. For ordinary people, the real sense of security comes from sufficient and transparent information. From his own point of view, however, the more he knew, the deeper the despair that followed.

However, for some reason, he insisted on living, blindly waiting for the turn of events that might not exist, like insisting on shouting to an abandoned well that was destined to not answer.

Out of position given by society and population, out of self-righteousness and self-preservation instinct, can you hear me

Ruan Xian raised his head again and looked at the pair of golden eyes he liked. This time, on the backside of the alienation, he saw loneliness and confusion similar to himself.

It's funny, the first time he felt the relaxation of understanding was in a mechanical creature that lacked human breath.

Tang Yibu's hands were warm and powerful, his skin was smooth and tight, his muscles were full of vigorous vitality, but his head was wrapped in a cold artificial object. The high temperature in the room was mixed with rich blood, Ruan Xian gasped even more, and the blood in his body was burning under the action of hormones, but he had never been so awake.

It was like standing on the edge of a vortex, dragged to the center by the fatal attraction, trying to escape in the opposite direction, and finally lingering.

Right now, he could feel the vague desire in the other party's confusion. Maybe I can temporarily release the devil in my heart, completely abandon the morality used for disguise, and let go of this alien embrace for a few minutes.

Ruan Xian stretched out his hand and grabbed Tang Yibu's throat fiercely. He forcibly pushed the opponent half an arm's distance away, and then suddenly pulled out the blade stuck in the opponent's chest with a neat and tidy movement.

Hot blood splattered on his face, Tang Yibu's cheeks were a little pale. Ruan Xian did not hesitate, he pulled the warm body back and kissed it without hesitation.

Unlike the previous "treatment" that seemed to deal with the task, he bit the other's lips like a beast, and awkwardly kissed the person in front of him.

Tang Yibu's breathing became slower, his left hand slipped from wet black hair to Ruan Xian's nose and lips, as if trying to remember the outline and details of that face with his touch. Neither of them closed their eyes. Ruan Xian saw himself in those golden eyes. The other's pupils contracted with each of his movements, and his expression was extremely focused.

Today, do not forget to observe and record, a competent researcher. Ruan Xian's smile grew even stronger.

After a long, burning kiss, he was finally able to open his mouth and breathe with all his might, as if he had never breathed before. It may be that the effect of the treatment was not satisfactory. The next moment, Ruan Xian's lower lip stinged, Tang Yibu slowly bit his lip, his teeth pierced the soft skin, and began to suck blood like a vampire.

The initial organic components in the blood took effect quickly, and the black and red incision that was still incomparable just now healed quickly, together with the burn on the bionic man's arm.

As the last corner of the scar disappeared, Tang Yibu finally let go of Ruan Xian's lips and licked the blood remaining on the other side's face, his eyes full of unquestionable predatory aura. Ruan Xian took a few deep breaths, quickly regained the rhythm of his breathing, brutally magnifying the pain and unprecedented feeling he felt from the wound and almost boiled his brain.

He is undoubtedly alive, and has never been so alive.

"Don't overdo it, I need to preserve my strength." He tightened Tang Yibu's hair, and the android was dipped in blood, carefully smearing something on his forehead.

"I know, your hormone levels need to be lowered." Tang Yibu looked innocent, watching Ruan Xian's reaction without blinking.

"Okay, nasty zoologist, what are you doing doodles?" Ruan Xian muttered intermittently, clearly knowing that the complicated emotions that had arisen in his heart had been out of the scope of acting, but he didn't care from the bottom of his heart that he stretched out his hand and touched it with his fingertips. Touching Tang Yibu's soft earlobe, he quietly felt the warmth of the blood flowing through.

The bloodstain did not disappear, which meant that the blood did not belong to him.

"We did this exercise." Tang Yibu wiped the remaining blood on his lips.

"I know why you are writing your name." Ruan Xian was out of breath.

The "self-satisfied" aspect of his life has never existed. And the flower peacock may be waiting impatiently, the temperature in the room is undoubtedly rising, the exquisite ceiling composed of illusions is swaying, and the temperature of the air is thirty-four degrees thirty-five degrees. His eyes are a little flowery.

"You are my most special collection." Tang Yibu raised his head and bit the tip of his nose, "As Yu Le said, I write my name on my things, and no one else will take them away."

"Listen." Ruan Xian regained his sanity from the dizziness, "I'm not yours, I'm not anyone's uh."

"Then I hope you are mine." Tang Yibu whispered, increasing the strength of his strokes. Definitely revenge, Ruan Xian thought. The magnified perception made his eyes go white. "Will you be mine"

"No." Ruan Xian gritted his teeth.

"Then don't leave me." After a few seconds, the android continued in a very bargaining tone.

"Why?" Ruan Xian almost laughed at him, and the muscle tremors caused by the smile made him gasp.

"I don't know." Tang Yibu looked more and more confused. "But if you want me to throw away the things around me one by one, you'll be the last one I'll throw away."

"This is the worst sweet talk I've ever heard." Ruan Xian finally held the back of the opponent's head impatiently, swallowing the air. Tang Yibu's warm and moist breath sprayed on the side of his face, and his palms were warm and rough.

"According to my observations, you should not have heard much"

"Shut up." Ruan Xian pulled up Tang Yibu's hair in retaliation, biting the other's throat, and his emotions were momentarily blank.

"Well, the authenticity is enough now." Tang Yibu was too lazy to prop up his body, he reached for the tissue next to the pillow, and wiped his hands wet with blood and other liquids. "Do you want to continue? The problem on my side hasn't been resolved, or are you going to open that bottle of champagne now and bring them in?"

Ruan Xian covered his eyes with one hand and laughed softly.

"I'm really insane," he declared with a little glee.

"I have a similar appearance and structure to people, and it's normal for you to react." Tang Yibu will start his own plan to write his name again, "Theoretically, eating and intimacy will bring pleasure, but in practice it feels good. There will be no risk of information leakage or uncontrollable physiological problems in between, and further attempts can be made.”

"No, you don't understand." Ruan Xian still had a smile on his face. "I thought it was unusual to kill someone without guilt. Now it seems, and I don't have sex with aliens. I'm officially crazy, and it's worth a drink."

He ignored the blood and sweat on his body and moved lazily to reach for the bottle of champagne half-buried in the ice.

Tang Yibu was faster than him. With a grunt, he grabbed the bottle and swallowed two more ice cubes.

"Looks like I don't have time to solve my problem." The android crunched the ice, "I have to manually adjust the hormone and blood distribution."

"It's really convenient." Ruan Xian was too lazy to pull on his bathrobe and poured two glasses. "Come on, try what's in here, baby."

"Powerful sleeping pills, for the human brain and the old-fashioned electronic brain, mix in double." Tang Yibu took a sip, and the residual blood on his lips stained the glass. He leaned close to Ruan Xian's auricle and commented in a fair tone. "It will attack five minutes after drinking it, but it should not work for you and me. After all, you can metabolize it quickly, and I just ingested your blood."

"Oh, I thought your electronic brain was different from the general electronic brain." Ruan Xian whispered back, and touched Tang Yibu's cheek with his cold-watered hand. "cheers"

"Cheers." Tang Yibu paused and replied with a smile.

Five minutes later, Ruan Xian obediently closed his eyes and stretched his breath. The flower peacock was already wandering outside the door, and this time there were more footsteps, and he was not alone outside the door.

There was a sound of the door opening, and Ruan Xian was not at all worried about the other party's suspicion that there was still the sound of water and the girl's decent sob in the bathroom. The air was filled with the ambiguous smell of thick blood and slight musk.

In pursuit of the so-called realism, Tang Yibu's bastard lay on his body and pretended to be dizzy. The blood-stained bathrobe hung loose and wrinkled, almost black in the light.

This left him room to hide two blood guns. The few ordinary guns that I brought by myself have long been scattered on the carpet, along with their clothes.

"Fuck, it's so fucking hard to deal with. Damn guy, he almost got drunk if he knew it." Hua Peacock sighed, his voice very low. "It's an old rule, put them in a box together, be careful not to wake them up. These days, many people have put away the weapons on the carpet of their anti-drug stuff and brought them back for an appraisal together."

"What about that little girl?"

"Night has a lot of dreams, so she locked the room, and we'll deal with it after we've delivered the goods. She thought we were in a high place and couldn't run, hurry up, she's a fucking little girl dressed like that, and she doesn't have a gas mask, so it's better to run out of the curfew. miserable here"

Ruan Xian felt the two rubber-covered robotic arms lift them up gently, waiting for them in a narrow space the size of four coffins stacked on top of each other, and the inner wall felt cool to the touch.

Those eight achievements are what Flower Peacock calls "boxes".

The box was sealed with a bang, making a dull bumping sound. After confirming that the box was sealed, Ruan Xian immediately separated from Tang Yibu and groped around. It feels metal to the touch, and the four walls of the box are left with sheets of fine air holes. Looking at the depth of the holes, the thickness of the metal plate is five or six centimeters.

Ruan Xian smiled slightly and put the blood gun in the bathrobe.

"Can you tear this thing apart?" he asked, sticking to Tang Yibu.

"certainly."

"Looks like we can give Qian Yigeng a nice surprise."