Chapter 104 Chapter 104 It’s time to go home. Valentine. …

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The light and shadow were distorted for a while, then became clear again.

Mo Shiyu took a few minutes to calm down, suppressed his chaotic emotions in his heart, and looked around.

The dark and narrow room was only wide enough for one person. There was no one around. The walls were covered with dried blood, chains hanging from the walls, and stains left by fingernails.

This is not where he first came in.

It seems that the "book" teleported him to a cell in the underground base.

Mo Shiyu took off the white smiley mask that he had been wearing on the side of his head.

At this time, the mask has completely turned into a crying face. The arc of the crying eyes is bent downwards more than ever before, and tear-like lines extend from the corners of the eyes to the edge of the mask. It is obvious that it has reached its limit.

It will take a long time to complete self-purification.

Mo Shiyu gently put the mask into his arms, and then slid down the wall slowly without any effort.

The burning sensation that was barely suppressed in the alien space just now came back again.

The back of his waist was so hot that it didn't feel like his own skin anymore. Even Mo Shiyu himself could see the red lines spreading all the way to his waist, and a strange soreness rising from deep within his body.

My mind became blurred, as if every cell and every drop of blood were melting and reshaping, transforming into some new level of chaos and evil.

He tilted his head back and placed the back of his hand against his burning forehead, thinking that he was about to truly enter the differentiation stage.

"We must hurry," he thought. "All governments and organizations are watching this place closely. This is the only chance we have to escape completely."

Several plans flashed through his mind, and Mo Shiyu called out to Vest No. 2 in his heart.

He didn't call Sheyu, partly because he had "eaten" most of Sheyu into his body in order to protect her from being contaminated. At this moment, Sheyu's spirit body was curled up inside Mo Shiyu's spirit, hugging him affectionately and rubbing against him.

After Sheyu has become a physical entity, he can no longer appear in the form of an invisible soul. If Mo Shiyu wants to release Sheyu, he needs to find a new carrier, which is the white doll.

But the white doll following Mo Shiyu had been completely contaminated and was left in that yellow space by him and could not be brought out.

I can only wait until I leave here and then look for other white doll clones.

Now the only ones who can protect him are Vest No. 2 and Smirnoff.

Mo Shiyu pulled the corners of his mouth and exhaled a breath of hot air. He didn't know if he could operate No. 2 smoothly in his current state - no matter what, he had to go ahead with it.

About a minute later, a man in leather-covered military uniform appeared silently behind him.

He easily broke the bars of the cage and stepped in, making a barely audible sound.

"..." The person leaning against the wall tilted his head, and looked over with half-open smoky-gray eyes. His long hair moved with the ups and downs of his back. The red lines winding down his waist were half-covered by his clothes, making it impossible to look away.

This is the view that Mo Shiyu saw through Ma Jia's eyes.

Mo Shiyu looked up at him and uttered two words, "Hold me."

The leather-clad male did as he was told.

Mo Shiyu was held horizontally and fell into the cold and broad embrace.

"Although I know my thoughts are very suicidal and Voldemort-like, I sometimes hope that you can be smarter." Mo Shiyu leaned weakly in his strong arms and chuckled weakly, "For example, I can give you some independent spirit."

The leather gloves holding him tightened slightly.

Knowing that he would not get a response, Mo Shiyu closed his eyes, relaxed his body and leaned against the vest, operating the vest to carry him out.

His whole body was burning hot, but he was shaking slightly. The monster hugged him tightly, so tightly that it was hard to breathe. His body was cold, which actually gave him a sense of cold security at this moment.

Mo Shiyu leaned closer to the other person, rubbing his burning lower back without even realizing it.

Fumian reacted for a few seconds, then suddenly put one hand on his lower back for support, and rubbed the lines a few times with his black-gloved fingers.

The mutton-fat-like skin turned a more sensitive red.

Mo Shiyu groaned, his eyes almost turned red. He looked up at Fumian unexpectedly, but before he could say anything, Fumian took him out of the cage.

This guy...

"Did you do what I asked you to do?" Mo Shiyu said slowly. The leather-covered man nodded slowly and put a remote control in his arms.

Mo Shiyu put away the remote control, looked down, and said after a while, "Take me to find Smino and the others."

The leather-clad adult male looked down at him.

He was very obedient just now, but now he didn't move for a long time as if the signal was bad. His reaction to Mo Shiyu was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Mo Shiyu struggled when he felt something was wrong, but was held even tighter.

He subconsciously reached out to the smooth face covered in dark leather and grabbed the silver eye clasp tightly. "What are you doing?"

"...Master..." In the chaos, he heard someone calling him in a low voice.

The other person seemed to have just learned to speak, with a strange tone and a hoarse voice, like a boy who was trying hard to get through the voice change period.

"..." Mo Shiyu's eyes widened for a moment, and he stared blankly at the monster in military uniform in front of him.

The monster was calling him master in a hoarse, familiar voice.

It was lower than his voice, with a certain inhuman coldness.

Distinguishable, yet too similar.

It was his own voice.

Mo Shiyu suddenly lowered his head to check his spiritual body, but there was no sign of separation of spirit. Even She Yu poked his head out of his spiritual body to look.

The monster spoke.

This is definitely not within the scope of character card instinct!

The leather-covered man lowered his head, as if he wanted to get closer to him and do something. Mo Shiyu struggled in resistance and raised his hand to press against his cheek.

For a moment the touch felt like cold wax.

Fumian didn't seem to care about Mo Shiyu's resistance. Instead, he extended his hand in the same way as him. His cold leather gloves supported the back of his head and pressed him closer to his arms. "...Lean on me...It's safe..."

He held Mo Shiyu in his arms and walked towards the command room.

……Safety?

Mo Shiyu leaned his head against the other man's arms, and his nose was immediately filled with the asexual smell of high-grade leather.

No, what just happened?

Vest, what are you doing?!

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The corridor was dark and long, with cold iron doors and exposed red bricks on both sides, and dirty buckets filled with food or slop on the ground.

Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes, and his slightly dazed gaze moved over little by little.

He had once huddled in a cell here, blindfolded with a black cloth and his hands tied, until he was taken away by the buyer. He had no dignity and was treated like a pig or a dog.

Mo Shiyu suddenly seemed to understand something.

The first step in awakening his special ability, "Nest Mother," is to crush his own healthy dignity, body, and soul, and then repeatedly burn them with malice and desire, reshaping them into a polluted and beautiful appearance.

The larval stage is a process of being reshaped by harm.

If you can't make it through, you will just be a failure that can't break out of the shell.

In his world, are all special ability users' evolution processes so dangerous? Or is it only the SS level?

That must be an extremely dangerous world. He had never realized this before, and it seemed destined that 18 would be his most dangerous hurdle.

Mo Shiyu could understand his pessimism.

Even now, he didn't feel very optimistic.

Just as they were about to finish walking down the prison corridor, Fumian's steady steps suddenly stopped. Mo Shiyu was about to look up when a sense of danger flashed through his nerve endings like an electric current.

Fumian turned around and leaned back, and the dagger that was pointed at his neck from behind missed.

Mo Shiyu turned around suddenly and saw the cold dagger slowly retracting into the darkness.

I didn't feel any breath at all.

Expert.

At this time, it is necessary to counterattack immediately and seize the initiative. However, after dodging the first sneak attack, Fumian's first reaction was not to attack, but to lean sideways in a protective posture, blocking the fatal point of the person in his arms, which prevented him from dodging the second sneak attack at a more tricky angle.

“…”

The silencer made an almost silent sound, and the leather-covered man was hit by the impact, his head tilted and he staggered. His military cap fell to the ground with a very light sound.

A dark bullet hole appeared on his temple.

Fumian's head drooped and leaned back against the wall, and the next second, Mo Shiyu's forearm, which was leaning on him, was grabbed by a cold hand. He tried to shake it off in pain, but suddenly stopped and his expression changed.

The force was extremely fierce, and seemed to convey some kind of cold and moving murderous intent. With just this one encounter, he understood the identity of the visitor.

He heard a familiar, light and cold voice.

"Time to go home, Valentine."

Mo Shiyu raised his eyes, his pupils trembling, and softly called the name of the person who came, "Gin."

As if to create a sense of oppression, the long silver hair moved closer to him. Mo Shiyu did not avoid it. For some reason, he did not want to show his weakness and vulnerability in front of the killer. He tried to remain calm and looked up at him, with a slight upward smile at the end of his voice, "Bad boys can go home too?"

"Compared to this, you should be more afraid of what will happen to you when you get home," Gin sneered, "I'm very excited, you disobedient thing."

Mo Shiyu laughed softly, "How terrifying."

Gin grabbed his hand and he couldn't break free, but he didn't look worried. "I won't go with you."

"Oh?" Gin spat out a word, and the strength in his grip tightened a little more. "Do you still have the right to refuse?"

Mo Shiyu looked at him, his smoky grey eyes sparkling, "Of course."

The next second, the motionless monster he was leaning against suddenly raised his hand and fiercely grabbed Gin's hand that was restraining Mo Shiyu. The force was so strong in an instant that Mo Shiyu even heard the sour sound of Gin's bones creaking.

It was just a millimeter away from breaking it with bare hands.

Gin's expression changed, not because of the pain, but because the leather-covered monster in front of him even had a black bullet hole on his temple.

A person with super powers?

But even if he was a person with superpowers, he would die if he was hit in the vitals.

Fumian raised his head and slowly tilted it, still a little dazed. He gently moved Mo Shiyu, who was leaning against him, to the wall, then slowly stood up.

He said in a low voice, "...let go of him."

Gin's pupils slowly shrank into needles, and he stared at Fumian coldly like a snake, then sneered, "Oh? You can imitate other people's voices?"

Mo Shiyu was caught in the middle and really wanted to escape under the overwhelming murderous aura from both sides.

Yes, with Gin's hearing ability, how could he not hear it?

Even their tone of voice is somewhat similar, except that their expressions are more cold and indifferent.

Gin slowly lowered his head, looking at Mo Shiyu with a horrified expression, and said word by word, "How did he steal your voice?"

Mo Shiyu's expression changed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"..." Fumian tilted his head and was still exerting force, so Gin simply shot at him. The two tall men with similar figures exchanged several moves in the dim corridor in an instant.

Mo Shiyu did not take over Ma Jia's body, but let him fight on his own, and he was actually on par with Gin.

Even the vest has a subtle advantage. Gin must pay attention to both offense and defense, and the vest is not even afraid of wounds. He does not need defense at all. No one can withstand a monster that can constantly heal itself.

But unfortunately, there is no way out in the short term.

And Gin is not alone.

Gin's originally pale and cold face turned a sickly red. He smiled, not too coldly, and said softly, "I see. Haha... Valentin, it seems that I am indeed too gentle with you."

"But don't worry, this time, I will let you feel what terror is, and the man you are hanging out with."