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When Eris returned to the security gate, the puppeteer was checking the medicines in the medicine cabinet, Rimbaud was sniffing the corpses and rummaging through their clothes. As intended.
The puppet master picked up a bottle of concentrated ammonia and looked at it, and casually chatted with Rimbaud.
"That time at the Huaerhua Pharmaceutical Factory, I thought you would stop at nothing to kill the immortal."
Rimbaud didn't lift his head: "I will, after killing something inconvenient."
"But he hurt your messenger. What are you waiting for with such vengeance?"
"It's not just him that hurts Xiaobai."
The puppet master hummed slightly: "No revenge, not like your character."
Rimbaud straightened up, sat beside the corpse, and put his hand on the fishtail's bent knee: "I want to make his experience as a human complete, otherwise he will always be full of illusions about human beings. He hasn't been hurt enough, I feel bad for him, but I can only rely on him. He is full of enthusiasm, which is what I lack naturally, and it is also the reason why I like him. The secret of immortality is enough indifference, you should also know it. "
After listening to his words, the puppet master was a little surprised. He turned around and pulled over the chair to sit down. He listened intently, and inserted a sentence at the right time: "It is inevitable that the experimental experience will be crowded out by humans, because it is powerful and few in number. As long as the number is sufficient Humans are the ones who are excluded. Weak and fragile creatures with no faith and reverence dominate the world by numbers, and they are still complacent, and it makes people sick to look at them.β
Rimbaud gently curled his hair with his fingertips: "That's right. Human beings are the losers who were driven ashore by the sea tribe thousands of years ago, and they are useless except to destroy. Occasionally there are a few conscientious people, and the number can be ignored. ."
The two chatted happily.
The puppet master leaned back in the chair, with his well-jointed hands on his knees: "It seems that our side is more suitable for you, consider it."
"You don't understand. His emotions are infecting me, letting me really know that I am alive. How can I let him down." Rimbaud was noncommittal and glanced in the direction of Xiaobai in the distance, "It's better than what I once thought. What I want, I hope that his passion and compassion will not be extinguished in his life, and that all evil thoughts and killings can be stained in my hands," Rimbaud leisurely took out his dagger, shoved it heavily on the corpse, and said lazily, "I don't care. "
In the far corner, Bai Chunian called him "wife."
Hearing the call, Rimbaud raised his index finger towards the puppet master and made a secret gesture against his lips. His gloomy eyebrows and webbed slender fingers were quite the charisma of the siren sea monster in mythology. Immediately afterwards, Rimbaud put on a pair of pure, gentle and holy eyes, and quickly climbed over the wall.
"It's spicy."
ββ
As soon as Rimbaud left, the lights in the room suddenly turned on, and some electronic devices restarted, making beeping sounds one after another.
A head suddenly protruded from under the lead curtain of the security check passage, the puppet master turned to look at him, Eris tilted his head and said, "I just went to turn on the electric switch, it's strange, the headless corpse in the freezer is gone, and the inside is empty. It's clean, like new, I don't know who wiped it."
"How could it be." The puppet master had a flash of thought, and immediately turned around to find that the corpse that had just been inserted with the dagger upside down by Rimbaud had disappeared, and there was still some dirty blood on the dagger.
The puppeteer quickly backed away, took out a pistol from his apron pocket, and shot the dagger's edge.
After a deafening gunshot, a snow-white baby with a round head and a round head fell from the dagger and slowly emerged from a transparent state.
The baby who is whiter than the wall has small bat wings on its back, and a black heart-shaped devil tail extends from its tailbone. It has no facial features and only one mouth on its entire face, with a scarlet tongue sticking out and chewing in its mouth. with the last corpse body.
The bullet holes in his body healed slowly, he crawled to the dagger on his own, and licked off the blood on the blade with his small tongue.
The puppet master realized that after entering the hall, there was no one, there was no blood, and even the fingerprints could not be found in the place where someone was supposed to work. It was this monster who ate the corpse and licked the table.
ββ
Lan Bo followed Bai Chunian's call and crawled towards him. Bai Chunian was waiting for him and waved at him: "Wife, come and help me." He turned around as he spoke.
"a." Lan Bo stopped suddenly and saw a snow-white baby lying on Bai Chunian's back, sleeping peacefully on his shoulder with a bruised bag on his head.
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The baby was not too small. He quietly fell asleep on Bai Chunian's shoulder, but Bai Chunian didn't seem to feel anything, and looked at the next room as if nothing happened.
Lan Bo crawled along the wall, reaching out to pick up the snow-white baby lying on Bai Chunian's shoulder, but his fingertips fluttered through its body, unable to touch it.
Bai Chunian turned around suspiciously: "What are you doing? Help me tear these vines apart, they are too strong."
"You have a white child lying on your shoulders." Rimbaud described truthfully, "I can't touch it."
Bai Chunian's back froze after hearing this, and he shook his body vigorously: "Are you still there?"
"Still."
Bai Chunian turned his head carefully and tried to look behind his shoulders. The top of a snow-white baby's head came into view.
The baby realized that he was being stared at, slowly raised his head, and looked at Bai Chunian with a face without facial features.
"Heyβ" Bai Chunian froze again, and he was running around all over the wall, but he couldn't shake the little ghost on his body. Lan Bo calmly followed and turned his head from left to right, right to top, and top to bottom. Go down and watch Xiaobai scurrying all over the sky. "How to take care of kittens" is right, kittens are really easy to be scared and fly when they are nervous.
In the end, Bai Chunian pulled out the pistol on the gun belt on the outside of his thigh, loaded it neatly and fired a shot in the back.
The baby was knocked away by the impact of the bullet, hit the wall savagely, and then flowed against the wall like a lump of batter to the ground, where it reassembled into the shape of a baby, the bullet holes in the body slowly healed, and the bullet was wrapped. swallowed into the body.