In the administrative area of East 5, in the white and bright laboratory, the doctor is wearing a white coat and controls the robot on the instrument panel at hand.On the round platform in front of him was a pure and transparent sphere, like a huge soap bubble, surrounded by a metal ring.

Many slender metal wires protruded from the ring, as if lush vines slowly covered the surface of the transparent ball, and then faded away like life under the doctor's manipulation.This ring is the robot he designed, which is specially used to assist in the completion of his new invention - the transparent ball that looks like soap bubbles.

As a family member of the killer, he has moved from the main city to East 5 for more than half a year. There is no bionic transformation business in the second district, and there is no prosthetic market. Although the killer built a new clinic for him, he has no chance to do it back.As a veteran, I can only invent some gadgets in the laboratory.

For his original business, the doctor found himself more indifferent than he thought.He thought he wouldn't be able to stand the dullness of the second district, but after settling down, it wasn't too bad.

The killer lived in the administrative center and didn't come to see him very often, but he told him not to hide in the clinic like a Frankenstein all day long, as if telling a domestic hamster to run more wheels.He just went out and talked to the neighbors, looking for boring topics in a dry tone.After the war began, the battalion of wounded soldiers was often short of manpower, so the killer made a phone call unceremoniously and asked him to bring medical robots and boxes of surgical instruments to treat the wounded soldiers.

He is one of the most dangerous wanted criminals in Cesina City. He used to help loan sharks dig up debtors' organs to resell, and conduct experiments on innocent patients.Women who like to chat surround them, telling their children that they must have such a decent medical career in the future, which can be described as extremely funny.

Outside the laboratory, the door lock of the clinic rang.Immediately, the door of this laboratory also opened, and the killer walked in through iris verification, and called his name in a weary voice: "Coin." Obviously just got off the capsule train, the dark military uniform has not been changed, and the fiery redHis long hair was tied in a random bun at the back of his head.

The doctor knew that the other party went to East 1 to replace Rosie to command the war a few days ago, and only took the train back to East 5 this evening.He didn't understand why the killer came to his clinic in such a hurry, but every time the killer came to him to have sex, he would get dressed and leave when he was done, and return to the administrative center without saying a word.He thought it would be the same this time.

"You came just in time." But today the doctor didn't want to get into the topic of going to bed immediately, he first brought the killer to the transparent ball that was one person tall, "Look at my new invention, this is an explosion-proof ball made of nano-scale materials, it canTo withstand the high temperature and shock brought by the explosion of more than 10,000 tons, I named it 'water bubble'."

The killer raised his hand and touched the surface of the blister. The layers of material were easily dented under pressure, but the denting reached a certain level and they stopped going down. The flexible and strong elasticity pushed against his fingertips.As soon as you touch it, you can tell that the doctor has spent a lot of money on materials. This ball is probably more expensive than all the instruments in the clinic combined.

The doctor manipulated the robot to drain the air in the blister, and it shrank into a pale white sphere slightly smaller than a tennis ball, and fell to the ground with a clatter.He picked up the ball and demonstrated it to the killer: "It can be carried with you every day, and it will automatically unfold when it is hit by a huge impact, protecting the people inside safe and sound."

As he spoke, he slammed the ball hard against the wall, and the airbag-like light material quickly unfolded, and the blisters bounced leisurely on the ground twice, returning to the appearance they had just seen.

The purpose of the doctor making the blisters is very obvious. Of course, he does not need this invention, but as the battle situation becomes more intense, for killers who frequently enter and leave the battlefield, this is a caring amulet, which can save lives in critical moments.

According to the character of the killer, it is rare for a doctor who has always been silent to send such a clear signal of concern to him. He should have been very happy and teased with a smile, "Doctor, you are really worried about me", but today the killer just orderedNodding, looking at the transparent water bubbles, he said, "Oh."

The killer doesn't seem to be in high spirits.The doctor felt that something unusual had happened, but the killer wouldn't say anything, and he wouldn't cross the line between the two.Although the killer often joked that he was a family member, the essence of their relationship for ten years was just friends with benefits, and no one thought about going further.

For lunatics like them, the result of excessive intimacy is a perverted and dangerous possessiveness. If one party picks up a scalpel and chops the other into 3,000 pieces of sashimi and then soaks it in formalin, this periodA relationship is not a happy ending.

The doctor stretched out his hands to caress the back of the killer's head, untied the bun, and let the long fiery red curly hair fall down.He leaned over and got closer to the other party, his gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses seemed to be sizing up a perfect specimen soaked in a jar: "What do you want to do?"

"Wait a minute." Uncharacteristically, the killer didn't take off his white coat, and looked at him quietly, "Actually, I've been thinking for the past two days that we have never tried other communication activities other than going to bed....Like what I said last time, communication."

"Communication." The doctor repeated the word, and his eyes were a little gentle. These days, the communication with the neighbors made him more popular, "Yes, we communicate."

The killer couldn't help laughing: "The way you speak always makes me suspect that you have Asperger's syndrome, aren't you really a bionic person, Coyne?"

"I'm not. I know very well that I don't have an emotional disorder." The doctor looked at the other person and said, "What do you want to communicate?"

"I think...forget it, let's do it first." The killer hesitated for a while, frowned, but still couldn't say the content of the "end-of-song plan".When he saw the explosion-proof ball that the doctor made for him, he understood that the other party still cared about him to some extent, but it was this cross-border concern that made it difficult for him to talk about it. The relationship between them should not be tied to each other like this.

——The doctor thinks that making an explosion-proof ball can prevent him from accidents, but his death cannot be avoided, not in the hail of bullets, but in the planning and planning.The killer untied his military uniform and gave a wry smile. He thought that doctors still don’t understand war too much. War is not about surviving by dodging bullets and artillery fire. Everyone on the battlefield is bullets and artillery fire. They roar out when needed,Then it turned into a flame and disappeared from the world.

After finishing the work, the killer sat on the window sill and smoked. He didn't smoke often, but the women's cigarettes he let the doctor stockpile for him filled every corner of the clinic, and the colorful shells piled up like low-quality cream.He extinguished the lights in the clinic, randomly picked up the box and took out one, the orange-red sparks swayed by the window, illuminating his face in the darkness.He took a sip and suddenly wanted to chat with the doctor.

"Hey, Coyne." The killer held a cigarette, bent one leg, put his face on his knee and looked at the doctor beside the bed.The window was open, and the citrus-flavored popcorn fragrance overflowed in the night breeze, "Tell me, what kind of person were you before you met me?"

"Forgot." The doctor thought for a while, and replied simply and neatly.He really doesn't remember, ten years ago he met a killer in the black market, before that he had been studying for a Ph.Human experimentation was expelled, these are things that the killer already knew.

"Damn, we just said we wanted to communicate." The killer said dissatisfied.

"Because there is nothing to say. I came from a middle-class family, and my parents are normal people. There is no theory of childhood trauma to excuse my evil deeds." The doctor said indifferently, "The only explanation is that I was born with flaws, noUnderstand what it means to have universal values, and don't understand why you should abide by a code of ethics."

The killer smiled vaguely, and his hoarse voice came with the smoke: "That's why I fell in love with you... With you, even I don't look so bad, at least I have suffered enough childhood trauma,Not inherently so morally corrupt."

There was a muffled thunder-like echo in the distance. It was the East 5 army fighting the bionics at the new base.However, East 5 is not the main battlefield. The situation is much easier than East 1 and East 3. There is no risk of falling in the short term. If there is no emergency, the killer does not need to sit in the command center himself.

The doctor listened quietly to the sound of the gunfire, and did not ask the killer what his past was like. He had a vague feeling that even if he didn't ask, the other party would tell the whole story.The killer had never opened his heart to him like this before, as if eager to give him a souvenir, trying to put his whole soul into his hands.It is abnormal for such a person who is good at suspicion to suddenly let go of his guard.

He probably guessed what was going on.It turned out that a cold person like a killer would want to leave a little mark in his heart when he parted, otherwise, he would be too unwilling.

"Like Rosie, I grew up in a slum." The killer put both legs on the window sill, leaning his back against the window frame, "It's not unusual, except for the second district, the birth rate in the city is the highest in the slums.", the probability of a newborn being born there is one in two, and I am the unlucky half. As far as I can remember, I have worked in a large dark clinic., amputate the limbs of the patients at will - of course I'm not talking about your code name, doctor."

"The owner of the clinic sent me to repack the washed scalpels, and there were seven or eight other girls who cleaned the used scalpels. Their hands were soaked in a large basin of water and stirred, and the blades slipped over their fingertips likeShark teeth, the water is as red as a sea of blood. Girls often have their fingers cut off and die of illness. We are managed by a kind old nurse who watches from the side when she is free, reminding us to be careful.

"In the clinic I was never full, the boss only served breakfast, and at night all the children were hungry. One day we were staring at the amputated leg in the medical waste bin, it was a strong leg, allMouth watering. The old nurse shooed us away and bought us synthetic food at her own expense, about ten kids, split a synthetic sandwich.”

When the cigarette was burned to the end, the killer extinguished the cigarette butt and lit another one, his expression blurred in the blue smoke, "Another day, I ran into the son of the clinic owner. At that time, the girls had already fallen asleep. I was alonePeople classify the scalpels in the dark. If they can’t finish the classification, they will be slapped in the face the next day. I saw the boss’s son walking towards me. He was about my age, holding a corner of cake in his hand, and asked me with a smile if I wanted it.If so, kneel down and bark like a dog."

"I knelt down and learned it too, but he kicked me in the face fiercely and said with a wild smile, Dad is right, you are all lowly beasts, you don't need to be pitiful. He ate the cake in front of meIt fell, and I thought to myself why he didn't keep his promise? I touched a scalpel and stabbed him in the heart with the knife. I found undigested cake in his stomach, but it had become disgusting, II don't want to eat."

"At this time, the old nurse heard the movement and got up to check the situation. I followed her and saw that she saw the corpse, as if she was about to scream, so I killed her too. I fled the clinic overnight,Don’t dare to stay in the slums, just wandering the streets and alleys of Cesina.” The killer paused, realizing that the doctor had been silent for a long time, “Hey, why am I talking, don’t you have any thoughts about my past?”

"No. Because those are things you can do, I'm not surprised at all." The doctor commented, "This is enough to prove that you are also born with bad seeds. Under the same circumstances, normal people would not kill that old man."Nurses, even if they kill, they will feel guilty."

"But I will die if I don't kill her," the killer shrugged naturally, "I can only say that she is out of luck."

The doctor didn't even bother arguing with him on this issue, so he changed the subject: "You escaped from the slums, so what happened next?"

"Then...then I was starving and groggy, and wandered into the bustling area unknowingly, snooping on the railings of the dinner parties of the dignitaries. I've never seen a world like that, people driving bright sports cars, wearing tuxedos and mopping the floorI went to a dinner party with a dress and dress, and the whole plate of desserts was dumped into the trash can. I tried to dig it, but I almost got limped by the guard and fell on the side of the road."

The killer continued, "A passing man took me home and fed me porridge. I thought I had met a good man, but when I woke up, I found many children with broken arms and legs lying in his house. HeBreak off the limbs of these children and send them to beg in the downtown area. I begged him to say, don't beat me up first, I can get more money than other children with my eloquence."

"He listened to my nonsense and planned to see the situation the next day, but I knew how those rich people who were stingy with leftovers could give me money? So while that man was sleeping, I cut it off with a scalpel.down his throat, carrying all the cans in the kitchen and escaping.

"Afterwards, I traveled to several places, killed many people, and finally fell into the hands of the gangsters in Kabukicho. They had heard of my name, because I was young and had never learned fighting, but I was better than anyone else.Ruthless, just keep me in the gang. You may not believe it, but the underworld is much more trustworthy than some people in the city. I stayed there for a few years, desperately learning how to kill, hacking techniques, medical knowledge...…until I met Rosie on the street."

The killer dropped the second cigarette butt, and said in a low voice, "I never said that to Rosie, sometimes I envy him, the same scenery falls in his eyes, but it is a different color, he is too powerful to forgive easilyAnd ignore trivial malice. Thinking back now, although we had the same goal at that time, the philosophy was completely opposite.”

"He wants the people he loves to live a life of dignity, and I - just want to kill all the people I hate!"