After regaining her eyesight, Jian Lingxi likes to look at some colored things very much.

After he left the third basement level of the White Tower, Fang Yuan gave him a small gift, which was a color atlas.

That afternoon, Jian Lingxi sat at home, flipping through the atlas page by page, looking at every color.

In the end, he found a special name in the color map.

Crimson.

It was a beautiful dark red, calm and warm, not low-key, but not particularly ostentatious.

Jian Lingxi didn't have much feeling for the color, but that day, he was fascinated by the color for a long time.

Finally, he raised his hand slightly, and touched the name under that color with his fingertips.

To be precise, he lightly touched the word that had been in his heart for a long time.

"Crimson"

His name sounds nice.

The color represented by this word is also very moving.

Jian Lingxi remembered the color with the same name as that person, and later, he saw a dress with a similar color outside.

Jian Lingxi didn't have any thoughts about how to dress herself before, after all, he couldn't see colors, so what he wore was always black that looked neat and easy to take care of.

But after that time, different colors gradually appeared in his closet. He liked the scarlet coat, and even the weapons made for him by the Craftsman Manufacturing Division later had red blood moon scythes.

Later, Jian Lingxi slowly came into the public eye. He was famous for his cruel and ruthless methods. With his own power, he made all his opponents fearful with that color called scarlet.

Later, the second batch of transplants on the third basement of the White Tower ended, and there were two successful candidates.

Coincidentally, those two were guys that Jian Lingxi had paid attention to a little bit.

Esther's transformation direction is to alienate the black cat, his focus is on agility, and he will become an excellent assassin and assassin.

The other boy's transformation direction is to alienate Qing Niao. I heard that he was originally a supernatural being. After transplanting Qing Niao's ability, his supernatural power and spiritual power have been greatly strengthened.

These two people, after leaving the White Tower Laboratory, were assigned to Jian Lingxi's Death Special Team.

The only difference is that Esther is more attached to him, he listens to Jian Lingxi very much, puts him first in everything, and always calls "Big Boss" after him.

And the other boy named Ren Qingyu didn't seem to trust him very much, he was a little wary of him. Later, Jian Lingxi accidentally discovered that Ren Qingyu and Cen Lin walked closer, and guessed that he was probably Cen Lin'speople.

That being the case, Jian Lingxi didn't pay much attention to him. After all, he and Cen Lin only had a cooperative relationship.If it is not exposed, then they can maintain the well water without interfering with the river water, and achieve relative peace.

That year, Ye Fei was imprisoned underground in the White Tower, Qin Guanju, the second in command, died, the status of the Doctors Association plummeted, and the supernatural beings were driven back to the hive.

That year, Jian Lingxi underwent a transformation experiment and passed through the gate of hell. He became not like himself, but possessed abilities far beyond his previous ones.

That year, the Guards of Order and the Reaper Special Service Group vigorously rectified the Garden of Eden, and Cen Jie had less and less time to show up. Most of the time, Cen Lin gave orders on his behalf.Therefore, Athena, the guard of order, gradually became powerful in the White Tower, and Thanatos, the special service team of the god of death, as the lackey of order, helped them do a lot of dirty things.name.

It was also that year that a major event happened in the Garden of Eden.

Dr. Fang Yuanfang, who had worked in the White Tower Research Institute for many years, died tragically in his own laboratory one morning.

This incident was called an "experimental accident" to the outside world, and the specific cause of Fang Yuan's death was also hidden by the order guards just like Ye Fei's loss of control.

Of course, some people were dissatisfied with this point, but with Qin Guanju from the Medical Association in front, no one dared to discuss with Cen Lin again, so the matter was left alone.

At that time, there was a widely circulated saying in the Garden of Eden that Fang Yuan was driven into obsession by doing experiments, and was eventually burned by some medicine, and he had no time to save himself, and died in a very miserable state.

But in fact, only two people know the real cause of his death.

That day, Fang Yuan finished sorting out the data reports as usual and planned to go home from get off work, but when he was about to leave, he found that the door of his office was locked and could not be opened at all.

At that time, he didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. He still wanted to call for maintenance, but soon he found that not only the door was locked, but even the signal of the laboratory was directly cut off.

At that time, he realized that something seemed wrong. Later, two of them came out of his laboratory compartment.

Both of them were tall and tall, and they were both tinged with red.

One has fiery red long curly hair, the other wears a dark red long windbreaker, both are people Fang Yuan is familiar with.

When he saw these two people, he felt that he should breathe a sigh of relief, but felt that the atmosphere was really gloomy.

He could only laugh dryly:

"Little Lin, Lingxi? What are you doing here? You didn't tell me in advance when you came to find me. What's the matter?"

Hearing this, Cen Lin seemed to chuckle lightly.

She just answered:

"If I come to kill you, do I have to tell you in advance?"

Fang Yuan's complexion changed drastically:

"you……"

"What are you? You don't really think that we should be grateful to you for turning us into what we are today?"

Cen Lin raised her eyebrows, she looked sideways at Jian Lingxi:

"What did he tell you the other day?"

"Ah." Jian Lingxi responded, and then repeated word for word according to what Fang Yuan said that day:

"'I just can't live long enough to die. There's no way.'"

"That's right, then..."

Cen Lin lifted her foot and kicked Fang Yuan over with her custom-made high-heeled prosthesis.

She stepped on Fang Yuan's shoulder and said condescendingly:

"Your time has come."

Both Cen Lin and Jian Lingxi were victims of Fang Yuan's weird human experiments. If it wasn't for him, they wouldn't be what they are today.

Because of him, they suffered a lot of pain that they shouldn't have to bear, so now, they will pay it back bit by bit.

"Don't you like to do human experiments, and you are very fascinated by transformation experiments recently, right? You don't want to try it yourself?"

Cen Lin pressed the button on the wall, and then the metal door slowly opened, revealing a whole warehouse of alienated animal sample tubes inside.

She looked at the labels one by one, and finally she raised her hand to take down one, and read the name on it word by word:

"Alienated rat."

Cen Lin raised the corners of his lips coldly:

"Seems like a good fit for you."

That day, Cen Lin, who was completely unfamiliar with the relevant knowledge, slowly groped and injected Fang Yuan with the gene of the alienated mouse.

Even if this kind of thing is handled by professionals, the death rate can't be reduced. After being tormented by her like this, it can only be said that Fang Yuan's survival rate is infinitely close to zero.

They obtained a lot of strange medicines with unknown effects from Fang Yuan's laboratory, and injected them into his body.

That day, Fang Yuan's screams shook Jian Lingxi's ears a little.

However, in order to prevent the screams of the experimental subjects from disturbing others, the underground laboratory put a lot of effort into sound insulation, so that day, Fang Yuan's cries for help and wailing were the same as the countless experimental subjects he had captured for human experiments in the past.There is no chance to spread it.

In the end, Cen Lin didn't want to see how Fang Yuan was tortured by them, after all, it was really disgusting.

She left Fang Yuan's body there, and when she was found the next day, she could use the usual method of covering her mouth to make this matter disappear slowly.

Sure enough, although Fang Yuan's death caused an uproar in the Garden of Eden, in the end, nothing happened, and the degree of discussion gradually decreased.

After Fang Yuan's death, the shady human experiments in the underground of the White Tower were also stopped. The tragedy that happened to the predecessors is really over now, so that it will not spread for more years and affect more people.

Of course, although the other floors of the underground laboratory of the White Tower were emptied and used for other purposes, the sixth underground floor still maintained its previous state.

Because there is still a person who cannot be mentioned.

He has disappeared for a long time, and he has probably been forgotten by many people, but Jian Lingxi still remembers it.

Although, according to the agreement between him and Cen Lin, he could visit him on the sixth basement floor at any time, but for some reason, Jian Lingxi never took a step there.

In the past, he felt that Ye Fei didn't recognize him anyway, so it didn't matter whether he saw him or not.

Afterwards, he underwent transformation to restore his eyesight, and he was thinking that it was not easy for him to be accepted in his current state, what would Ye Fei think when he saw him, and whether he would hate him because of it.

It's funny to say that the leader of the death team who is murder without blinking an eye on the outside will also feel uneasy on the inside because of someone's opinion of him.

Jian Lingxi has been hesitating and restless like this, until one time later, he helped Cen Lin capture the group of foreigners who came to preach on the Western Safety Island. He successfully completed the task, but when he left, Cen Lin calledstopped him.

At that time, she was sitting behind the desk, slightly raised one eyebrow, and asked:

"It's been so long, you don't plan to visit him? I have always kept my promise, the sixth floor of the White Tower, but I have never banned you."

That day, Jian Lingxi was a little hesitant, but in the end, he still agreed, and went to the sixth basement floor of the White Tower that afternoon.

In fact, he felt that now was not a good time to get to know each other.

But it doesn't matter anymore, he just wants to put aside those messy worries in his heart and go there to have a look at him.

At that time, on the elevator in the White Tower, he thought a lot.

He wondered what kind of Ye Fei he would see, what Ye Fei looked like, whether he would still laugh, and whether he would tell him the great principles of life.

When she was invisible, Ye Fei in Jian Lingxi's heart was only an abstract and blurred shadow.

Now, that shadow is about to become real, and will soon have a clear image. Even Jian Lingxi, who has always been calm, feels a little uneasy in her heart.

But in addition to apprehension, there is a little expectation deeper.

Unfortunately, the result of that day was still far from what he expected.

It has been said long ago that Jian Lingxi will always be a little bit less lucky in certain things.

That day, he successfully arrived at the sixth basement floor, yes.

But Ye Fei was not locked in the glass room on the sixth basement floor.

It was a girl with snow-white long hair and a white skirt that reached her knees.

Later, Jian Lingxi found out that her name was Ling.

...

When the story in the dungeon came to this point, Jian Lingxi blinked slightly.

He crossed his arms, looked at himself a few years ago, and also at Ling who was bound by neck and limbs in the glass room.

Beside him, the other companions were seriously watching the direction of the plot, and even Ling looked there, his eyes a little nostalgic.

Later, she noticed Jian Lingxi's gaze, so she turned around and forgot to come.

She bent her lips and smiled at Jian Lingxi, then frowned slightly, and said in a low voice:

"Feel sorry."

The meaning of these two words, only they understand.After all, until now, only they understand how cruel the upcoming truth is.

Seeing her like this, Jian Lingxi shook her head, signaling her not to say that.

Then, he raised his eyes again and looked at himself and Ling in the dungeon.

His eyes are dark.

In fact, the picture they see now is quite different from the reality.But because no one noticed the clues, everything seemed so reasonable and natural.

But as long as you think about it a little bit more, if you know a little more relevant information, the whole thing will become weird and contradictory.

For example, the sixth floor of the White Tower is only open to a certain experimental subject.

For example, on the sixth floor of the White Tower, there is only one laboratory from the beginning to the end.

Jian Lingxi narrowed her eyes slightly.

In the picture in front of him, Ling was bound by his neck and limbs, and locked in that glass room.She smiled lightly, and her light gray pupils reflected Jian Lingxi's shadow.

Her voice was very gentle, and she just looked at Jian Lingxi like that for a long time.

Finally, she asked:

"Is it zero seven?"

This is the story presented in the dungeon.

But when Jian Lingxi's memory gradually overlapped with the picture in front of her, Ling's light gray eyes were gradually replaced by dazzling blood red.

The long white hair disappeared, replaced by a slightly messy black hair.The man's face was pale, and his eyes were scarlet like blood.

There was a tear in his shirt, revealing a red mark below the collarbone:

"Is it zero seven?"

In memory, the man looked at him and asked such a sentence.

At that time, although he called out his name, Jian Lingxi frowned.

He was blind since he was a child, so he has always been extremely sensitive to voices and tones, just like before, even if he has been separated for many years, he can recognize him from just one syllable.

But the four words he heard now, no matter the pronunciation or tone of the words, there was no sign of that person at all.

"..." Jian Lingxi slowly curled up her fingers.

In the dungeon, the arc of Ling's smile gradually overlapped with the person in his memory.

And this is the true and complete appearance of this story.