"What did you call me?" Deng Huailing frowned slightly in surprise, and the thought that immediately came to mind was that that person was definitely not Rosie.It's like another person's consciousness is attached to Rosie, expressing emotions through the eyes of the other person, manipulating the lips and tongue to make appropriate sounds, but there is no trace from Rosie herself.

Like a kind of mimicry, other patterns are painted on the surface to hide the real self.

"Mr. Deng." Rosie replied meekly, as if imitating someone's pronunciation, "Don't you like him calling you that?"

He blinked puzzledly, "You don't like him...?"

That's what Rosie would say.Deng Huailing immediately understood that Luo Xi was imitating the expression and tone of that little bionic man. It has to be said that the other party is the person who knows Rosie best in the world, and he can act very naturally without any distortion or pandering.A secret part of the soul is extracted and instilled in every move.

But why would Rosie do this?Is he showing his favor, or is it a new way to compete with him?Deng Huailing stared at the always ruthless leader, feeling a little puzzled.But one thing is certain, and it is what he wants to remind Rosie:

"You don't have to pretend to be him in front of me. You know it's the result of the program modification. I like him, but it doesn't mean I want you to replace him."

He hoped that Rosie would understand his implication.If he said one more sentence, he might not be able to restrain the urge to confide in his heart, telling Rosie, "Your real appearance is enough to move you," and tell Rosie all the thoughts of these days.

However, that is not in line with the hunter's behavior. It seems stupid to humbly ask the prey to return to his side. What he has to do is to tame it for a long time, not to indulge in stroking the warm fur of the prey for a short time.

After Deng Huailing finished speaking, he walked towards the corner of the room, and began to rummage through the shelves and wardrobes, searching for clues that Cesina hid in this place.They don't have enough time. Although "Shu" is still guarding the outer streets, as long as Robert sends the bionics to attack again, the collapse of the defense line is inevitable.

Rosie's eyes dimmed, but she didn't say anything. She approached the already demented Cecina and opened the drawer at her hand to look for clues.

After a long time, Deng Huailing heard a soft but firm sentence from behind: "Is it because I don't learn like him? Mr. Deng, if there is something that is not like him, you can point it out, and I can correct it."

Rosie spoke quietly, surprisingly not feeling sad.In the labyrinth of mirrors, he has discarded everything he could, crushing superfluous emotions with his own hands; he has come to realize that every part of himself—from spirit to body—can be used, some of which can be used for the second district.And fight, to redeem his sins, and some can be used to please Deng Huailing.

The second district is undoubtedly as important as Mount Tai in his heart, but Deng Huailing is equally important.He no longer struggles with what that person thinks of him, whether he hates him or regards him as a substitute, it doesn't matter anymore, the only value of his existence is to make those important people happy.

He calculated carefully, after completing the goal, this disabled body will be useless, it is better to entrust the killer to remake it into a bionic person, of course, the intervening years cannot be wasted, since Deng Huailing misses Rosie, he can act as a substitute for the time being.

"I said no need." Deng Huailing was holding a miniature flashlight to check the inside of the cabinet, and casually said.He didn't notice the plan brewing in Rosie's heart, he only thought that the other party was still angry about what he said in the garden."Come and see this." He waved the flashlight at Rosie.

Rosie obediently put down what she was doing, walked over and stood beside Deng Huailing, and looked into the depths of the closet.Several pieces of daily laundry have been thrown to the ground by Deng Huailing. The snow-white flashlight beam illuminates the red oak inner panel.

The closet was very spacious, and the traces of paint could not be seen from the outside, so Rosie stepped into the innermost part to observe.Deng Huailing also squeezed in, holding a flashlight behind him very naturally, his breath itching across his ears.

The tips of Rosie's ears gradually turned red within three seconds, but she still pretended to be calm. She ran her fingers across the marks, picked up a little dry powder, and wiped it on her fingertips: "It doesn't look like paint, but it looks like paint.Blood."

Their eyes turned to Cesina, who was chained by the window.Deng Huailing asked: "Is her range of activities so large?"

"Probably, Mr. Deng." Rosie thought for a while, "I just estimated that the length of the chain is enough for Cecina to walk around the whole room, but it can't reach the door."

When he heard another "Mr. Deng", Deng Huailing took a deep look at him, and the hunter's brown eyes were thoughtful."So Cecina wrote it in blood while she was in captivity? What was it about?"

"The one next to me is the word 'leave'." Those bloodstains almost merged with the wardrobe of the same color, Rosie simply closed her eyes, and put her palms on the wooden surface.The sensitivity of his five senses is several times that of ordinary people, and he can easily distinguish the subtle ups and downs. "No, it should be said everywhere... This wardrobe is full of the same words."

He opened his eyes, and the eye sockets were filled with dazzling red. On the seemingly empty red wooden board, the same words were densely intertwined and intertwined, hanging like vines, like some kind of curse.A similar image flashed before my eyes. On that night of heavy rain, Jason Ellis repeatedly cried "Help me" behind the painting.

This seems to be a common phenomenon in the process of human brain manipulation. When the consciousness of the original owner is about to disappear, they will violently struggle to the death, and the brain that is already not sober can only allow them to write down simple sentences and repeat them non-stop.

Luoxi recalled the time when his consciousness was about to be overwritten by the program, what he was thinking at that time, he could no longer remember.But he can be sure who he will miss when he is re-made into a bionic man many years later-deep in his heart, he is still afraid of this series of processes, but imagining Deng Huailing and Rosie living together perfectly,Fear also seemed to be dispelled.

"Is the word...'leave' the clue to the last location?" Deng Huailing pondered, the beam of the flashlight reflected on the lacquered wood, and the dim light illuminated his eyebrows and eyes. "What is the clue to the exhibition center?"?”

Rosie turned around and lost her mind when she saw the other person's face.The light interweaves and dyes the confined space red, like a dark and narrow confession room. Deng Huailing lowers his head slightly, and his light brown eyes reflect him alone, focused and full of desire for control, like an open spider web catchingButterflies, giving him the illusion of inescapability.

He hadn't seen Deng Huailing look like this for a long time, was it because of Rosie?Luo Xi thought vaguely, and looked away, unwilling to look at the outline of the man: "Mr. Deng, we'd better go out first..."

"What clues did you find at the last location?" Deng Huailing moved closer, leaned over to Rosie's ear, and asked again, letting the corners of his lips rub against Rosie's earlobe maliciously.

The failed experience in McGill's bar taught him one thing. You can't press every step of the way against Rosie.A clumsy stick in a game of stick.

Rosie was about to blurt out the sentence "No comment", but suddenly fell silent, raised her hand in a panic to stop Deng Huailing, and turned her face away.Then he remembered the identity of the bionic person he had to play, and said without any deterrence: "I can't tell you, Mr. Deng."

Deng Huailing gently pressed the back of Rosie's head, inserted her fingers into her hair, and looked into her eyes jokingly: "Clue."

"I..." Rosie gritted her teeth, feeling her heart rate speeding up, and her windpipe seemed to be filled with cotton, "I...shouldn't it work?"

He shook his head, "The clue is 'you', 'y-o-u', is it okay? Let me out, Deng Huailing, I have never seen a robber like you—"

Rosie's voice was interrupted, and Deng Huailing was looking at him with a half-smile.After a while, the successful bounty hunter burst out laughing, let go of the closet, and said:

"This is you."

What do you mean this is him?Does that mean he's a hundred times ruder than that android?Rosie stared angrily at the other person's back, but had to admit that was the truth.He got up angrily and walked out, but he didn't notice that his forehead hit the half-open door, and he made a loud noise—"Boom!"

When Deng Huailing turned around, Rosie was already squatting on the ground, pressing her forehead and leaning on the cabinet door.But before he grabbed Rosie's shoulder to check the injury, the man jumped up like a ghost, ignoring the broken skin, and groped around the surface of the cabinet door: "I found it! It's different here...the marks are different!"

Seeing that Rosie was grinning in pain and couldn't even speak clearly, but she still looked like she had won the first prize, Deng Huailing almost suspected that the other party's head had been smashed.As soon as he was about to help Rosie cover the wound, the other party yanked his wrist and pressed his fingers to the wooden board: "We didn't check the marks here just now, did we? There are really different letters on the door! This isA real clue!"

Looking at Luo Xi's appearance, Deng Huailing sighed amusedly.He followed the other party's intention to touch the wooden board, looking for the bloodstains, but he could only feel the inconspicuous ups and downs.Luoxi didn't care about pretending to be Rosie, complained "too stupid", hurriedly held his finger, and drew the curve of the characters, y-f-s-n-d.

"Also five letters?" Deng Huailing thought for a while, "This reminds me of someone..."

"Me too." Rosie turned her head and met his gaze, "Speak together?"

"Gaius Julius Caesar." Deng Huailing said.

"Caesar." Rosie said at the same time, "There is really no tacit understanding."

"That may be because I don't like dictators." Deng Huailing commented, and then realized that there was a squatting in front of him, "Oh, it should be said that I just don't like dictators who are not good-looking."

Rosie patiently listened to the tongue-twister words, and held back the throbbing veins on her forehead: "...I am not Caesar, and the second district is not ancient Rome."

"I don't care about politics. If Caesar hadn't invented the cipher system for military communications, I wouldn't even remember his name." Deng Huailing smiled, "Anyway, let's decode it."