Chapter 125 Not Good
On this day, Alfred cut off a piece of Lin Han's cheekbone.
This made his face smoother, with no protruding bone structure visible from any angle, and it looked more fluid.
Lin Han is still like a child at this time, and this change will become more and more obvious as he grows up.
It was a subtle operation, but it was enough to transform him into a completely new person as an adult.
Alfred covered his eyes as usual.
It was no longer the time to face the wall and know nothing. Now it was difficult for Lin Han to face the wall and let Alfred operate on his face. He unconsciously turned his gaze to the mirror.
Alfred could only cover his eyes.
The blood from the tiny wound flowed into Lin Han's mouth.
He sipped his tea, his face calm, as if he didn't notice anything unusual, but his body was trembling slightly because of the constant pain, which made his calmness seem particularly strange.
Alfred stared at his face carefully for a while, but could not read any emotion from Lin Han's face.
His thoughts were as dry as a pool of stagnant water, with almost no ripples.
There was no thought of pain or impatience.
He seemed to be empty.
He didn't say anything after the styling was finished.
The wound on the face is not easy to hide, but fortunately the wound is very small, with only a slightly swollen red line on the cheek.
Alfred removed the shade that was blocking Lin Han's vision, and saw that almost the moment he was free, he began to look at his new self in the mirror.
He gently stroked the top of Lin Han's head and turned to leave.
During the time he stays here, the passage of time for Lin Han will be paused, which will affect the healing of Lin Han's wounds.
However, just as he took a step, the corner of his clothes was grabbed.
Lin Han held on to him, using only a little force with his thin fingers. It seemed that if Alfred took even half a step further, he would no longer be able to hold on to him and could only let the fabric slip through his fingers.
Careless people will turn around and leave without noticing, and will not feel the force of trying to keep them.
It seemed as if the owner of the hand didn't really want to keep him.
Lin Han didn't even turn his head or move his body.
He was still looking in the mirror.
He turned his head in the mirror, looking carefully at every part of his face.
Today, he still doesn't recognize himself in the mirror, nor does he remember Jiang Xuchen, whom he tried to get close to by posing over and over again.
In his mind, Jiang Xuchen's appearance had become that little man who he thought looked very, very like him.
After having this realization, he couldn't even remember what the little man looked like.
So after the styling was completed, there was no expression on Lin Han's face.
He had no idea what he was striving for.
He didn't remember Lin Han's face, nor did he remember Jiang Xuchen's face.
In this room, this cage, this ordinary cardboard box which was impossible for him to escape from, there was only one person whose appearance he could still remember clearly.
Alfred.
But Lin Han didn't look back, didn't try to look at Alfred's face, and didn't speak to him.
His face was so clear in his mind.
He could easily picture what he looked like in his mind through imagination alone, so there was no need to see it.
Alfred stood beside him and did not move away.
His hand gently covered Lin Han's hand, and gradually tightened his palm, holding the corner of his own clothes tightly in Lin Han's palm.
He can't leave.
Lin Han needed him at this time.
Although this would slow down the healing of his wounds, no one would stop him from staying here because the wounds themselves were not painful.
But this will only prolong the time Lin Han feels the pain coming from the other villains.
Lin Han obviously didn't care.
The room was very quiet, with only the sound of two shallow breaths.
It was not until cold sweat began to break out on Lin Han's forehead that Alfred put the mirror on the table without asking his wishes, and Lin Han turned his head to look at him.
A layer of tiny beads of sweat appeared on the wings of his nose.
The golden pupils were a little out of focus. Lin Han blinked but couldn't see Alfred's appearance clearly. He could only shake his head to reset his vision in this way.
As he moved, small beads of sweat gathered together and flew out, and more flowed down his cheeks.
He didn't say anything, but seemed full of questions, asking Alfred why he didn't let him continue looking in the mirror.
Lin Han blinked tiredly again.
The pain did take up a large part of his energy.
Alfred squatted down next to the chair and wiped the sweat from Lin Han's face bit by bit with a handkerchief.
His skin was cold, no longer as young and warm as it was at this time before.
Alfred wiped his forehead to his chin and asked, "Want to go out and take a look again?"
It took Lin Han a while to understand what he meant. She shook her head woodenly: "No, I want to sleep."
So tired.
It seems that only sleep can relieve this pain.
Perhaps because he had felt it so much, the pain in his body was not sharp, but it kept lingering around him and eroding his consciousness.
He couldn't help but think that it would be better if he fell asleep.
Tomorrow is the next day when he wakes up, and maybe he will meet the standards after tomorrow's styling.
Meeting the standards means passing the level, and naturally there will be no more pain.
Lin Han clearly knew in his mind that there was another little man who was extremely similar to Jiang Xuchen. He was also trapped in the same cardboard box as him and had never been chosen. However, he still fantasized about it and did not feel that there was anything wrong.
Alfred didn't force him to go out for a walk again.
Lin Han said she wanted to sleep, so he carried Lin Han to sleep.
The originally warm and soft quilt no longer protected his body temperature, it was like an ice cellar.
Lin Han, lying in the middle, closed his eyes, let Alfred tuck the corner of his quilt, and turned away step by step.
This time he didn't have time to grab his clothes.
His hands were under the quilt and he didn't want to move at all, so he couldn't reach out.
By the time he actually reached out his hand, Alfred had been gone for who knows how long.
So Lin Han closed his eyes in silence, but he never retracted the hand that had struggled to free himself.
It lasted for a few more days.
When I woke up again, everything started from the beginning.
Lin Han gradually couldn't control her tears.
He didn't want to cry.
But from the moment he became conscious, tears had already rolled down his eyes.
His pillow absorbed his tears well, and the transparent water stains formed a large dark wet mark. The part that touched his cheek was colder than the quilt.
When Alfred walked into his room as usual, Lin Han held up his wet hands and felt a little embarrassed.
Lin Han defended herself: "I don't want to cry either, but..."
I can't control it.
Although he starts off every day as a child, Lin Han knows that he is an adult and adults should control their emotions and not be led by their body's instincts.
Lin Han rarely cries, especially like now, she has tried her best to stop herself from crying, but to no avail.
So when he saw Alfred walking in, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
But Alfred didn't laugh at him.
He held Lin Han and sat on the stool, wiping his tears. During the fine-tuning process, he even asked him to hold a handkerchief to catch his tears that kept falling.
For a moment, Lin Han thought it was quite funny.
If he were a mermaid, his tears would surely cover the entire room.
He couldn't see anything, but he could feel the handkerchief Alfred gave him being soaked by his tears at a rapid speed. He held the handkerchief like a plate, and his fingertips soon felt the coolness of the cold liquid.
But as I smiled, it turned into a bitter smile.
He didn't want to endure that pain, not even for a second.
But neither he nor Alfred had any way to change the status quo.
Lin Han cannot change himself, and Alfred cannot change Lin Han.
After the refinement, Lin Han still did not stand out.
He still has to wait patiently for this day to pass and start a new day.
Alfred stayed with him for a while and then left, leaving Lin Han lying there silently.
He had stopped crying for a while, but now that he was alone, his tears began to roll down again.
It was as if he wanted to drain all the water out of his body.
The corners of my eyes hurt like fire.
Lin Han had a very sad day.
The next day, Lin Han had a dream that he almost completely forgot after waking up.
He only remembered that he had encountered some very bad things in his dream. He seemed to have been bullied. He felt very wronged, so wronged that he cried out "wow".
Like many children, he cried loudly at the top of his lungs, and his tears fell like beads from a broken string.
In an instant, he woke up.
He knew clearly that the loud crying came from his mouth and the tears flowed from his eyes.
The crying stopped immediately.
But the body's instincts are difficult to control.
The cries were stuck in his throat and turned into sobs that he could not control at all.
This seemed much better than crying so loudly, and didn't seem so shameful.
That's the way children cry. He is not a child anymore, he can't cry like that.
But the hands in front of him were those of a child.
Apart from his consciousness, this body completely belonged to a child who could cry so freely without anyone finding it strange.
So Lin Han still cried.
He ignored Alfred's comfort after he arrived, and he didn't want to be reshaped, even though it didn't hurt.
But there were too many painful places on his body. If the knife cut his skin even a little bit, he could imagine the pain of almost cutting his body apart.
Alfred did not take the initiative to talk about it tomorrow as he had done before. Facing Lin Han's rejection, pleading and struggle, he finally controlled Lin Han and forcibly operated on his nose.
"I don't have the chance to delay any longer. He's watching me."
Alfred told him so in his consciousness.
But Lin Han couldn't listen at all.
Alfred's words sounded like a string of meaningless gibberish to him, something he didn't want to hear.
He shook his head, trying to avoid Alfred's hand, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get free.
He tried to hurt Alfred, tried to use the pain to make him release the hand that was controlling him, but then he suddenly remembered that his fingertips had no strength at all, he didn't even have nails that could hurt people.
Lin Han was completely desperate.
His resistance was meaningless and he was unable to resist at all.
"Would you treat him like this?" Lin Han asked.
Force him to do something he doesn't want to do, and make him accept it, just like you would do to him.
The child's voice was hoarse from crying, and filled with hatred that could not be concealed.
Alfred: "No."
He answered without even a hint of hesitation, and Lin Han's struggle gradually lost strength.
He knew Alfred would answer like this, but he still felt sad the moment he heard it.
Lin Han clearly knew that these conversations shouldn't take place outside of consciousness, but he still had to ask this question.
He did it on purpose.
He also got the answer he expected.
Like revenge.
"Because I'm not that much like him?"
The intensive training was over. Alfred moved quickly. He released Lin Han's hands, gently soothed his wounds, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
His hand was right in front of Lin Han, so close that he was not afraid of being bitten.
Lin Han thought that he was very angry and sad, so he would definitely not let go if he bit her at this time.
But he didn't actually open his mouth.
That bit of adult consciousness seemed to briefly prevail, defeating his body's instincts.
He heard Alfred's gentle voice.
"You already look a lot like him." He didn't know when he took off his gloves. His fingertips were warm, and when he touched Lin Han's cheek, he took away the coldness there. "You have tried very hard."
Lin Han stared at him blankly, and also at his hands.
His fingertips were inevitably stained with Lin Han's blood.
Lin Han was cold, but he was still alive, so his blood was naturally hot.
He couldn't tell for a moment whether it was Alfred's body temperature or the temperature of his blood.
"Why me?" Lin Han couldn't help but ask.
The issues at that time still affected him, but he just kept holding back and didn't speak.
But Alfred didn't answer him, and at this moment Lin Han still had no answer.
He began to cry uncontrollably again, and soon his vision became blurred. The face of the only person in the room whose appearance he still remembered also became blurred in front of him.
He felt Alfred's palm touching his cheek, like the only warmth in the snow and ice. He hated his cruelty but couldn't help but lean over.
"If it's really too painful, I'll take you away now, okay?"
Alfred's voice was so soft and gentle, like he was singing. Lin Han listened to his words and thought so inexplicably.
leave?
Where to go?
Is there really a place without pain?
Lin Han almost agreed to him.
Whether Alfred was good or bad, he seemed to never break his promise. He could do what he said and take him away if he said so.
No matter where we go, Lin Han no longer wants to experience even the slightest bit of pain.
But just as he was about to speak, he suddenly remembered a sentence.
One minute and twenty-eight seconds.
Lin Han was very familiar with this time and he remembered it particularly clearly.
It was the time left for him to complete the [Factory] copy.
He could clear the dungeon in just one minute and twenty-eight seconds, but Alfred said he couldn't even last twenty-eight seconds.
So he could only snatch him from Yin Yue's hands and take him away.
[Factory] The copy failed to be cleared, but Lin Han is still alive.
Alfred will protect him and won't let him actually die in the copy, even if the copy fails.
When Alfred was about to take him away, there was no hope for him to pass the level, and all he could see was Lin Han's death.
Because there is no hope, I want to take him away.
Where did it go wrong?
He didn't know, but he knew he must have chosen the wrong way to pass the level.
Lin Han shook his head: "Not good."
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