Chapter 42: The Sinking Sea (9)

It was almost dawn when Eleanor left.

A faint light emerged from the edge of the sky, bringing a subtle vitality, brushing away the dark night and its depth. The thick fog faded away, removing the uneasiness that weighed heavily on my heart. Dust floated in the morning light, the breeze was gentle, and the clear blue sky foreshadowed the arrival of a new day.

She looked far away and saw that the sunrise over the sea had already ended. Unfortunately, she still missed the most magnificent and magnificent moment.

Eleanor retracted her gaze and walked into the Judgment Tower. The Black Goat was still waiting in the lobby, and the bored Blue Morpho Butterfly stood next to him. Unexpectedly, she also saw the Silver Wolf. Silver

Wolf, who had just finished a verbal battle with Blue Morpho Butterfly and didn't get the upper hand, raised his eyes and blurted out, "Still alive?"

Eleanor: "..."

Blue Morpho Butterfly: "Wow, that's too much."

Black Goat patted him on the back of the head with a gentle expression and reminded him in a friendly way, "If you can't talk, you can shut up."

Then, he turned around while Silver Wolf looked as if he had seen a ghost, and told Eleanor not to care about what he said.

"Of course I'm fine." Eleanor's desire to perform reached its peak at the moment. She deliberately squeezed out two non-existent tears, as if she was hurt, and acted as if she must hate the other person to death. "It's just that it's a bit sad to be disliked by friends."

Silver Wolf: "..." Silver

Wolf: "Don't hate me."

Blue Morpho Butterfly: "Excellent."

Black Goat was silent for a moment, and finally decided to pretend nothing happened.

Eleanor was about to go back to the prison, when she turned the corner she ran into her roommate who had been missing all day. He leaned closer with a polite smile on his face, his clear pupils like glass drops reflecting a strange luster, and he lowered his voice: "There's a very strange aura about you."

"Dirty, resentful, self-pitying, mixed with the stench of garbage and sewage."

"What are you doing in the slums?"

The ghost seemed to kindly remind her: "It's better to avoid places like that. They don't care if you're a predator or anyone else. If you show any money, you'll be ripped off."

Eleanor glanced over, and the young man still had a deceptive and innocent expression on his face. He has a handsome appearance, especially his poetic brown eyes. The deep color retains the warmth of an idle afternoon. When looking at each other, one cannot help but believe his words.

Unfortunately, Eleanor was indifferent and a little unromantic. She didn't care at all and just replied, "Okay, please get on the stage."

With the tip of her tongue against her teeth, Eleanor turned around and thought for a moment, the same ability related to the eyes as hers...?

The ghost hardly concealed the peculiarity of his eyes. Eleanor sneered, no, not necessarily.

But this style of doing things is familiar.

Eleanor kept thinking slowly and walked into the dormitory, then slowly moved to the bed. After lying down quietly, she closed her eyes, and the whole person revealed a sense of being half dead. Who cares? No matter who he is, just don't get in her way.

Not long after she lay down, she heard the intelligent AI who was passing on the message said in a serious tone: "0492, Mr. Administrator is waiting for you in the office."

The observer jumped out and actively added: "'Punishment' just returned to the Judgment Tower this morning."

...Him? Eleanor couldn't think of the reason for a moment. They hadn't met each other yet, and he wouldn't look for her for no reason.

She followed the prison guards waiting outside to the floor where the office was located, raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door. She heard a cheerful voice "Come in" from inside, then she opened the door and went in.

The owner of the office sat in a cold background with black, white and gray as the main colors. His slender hand held an expensive pen, but he was just playing with it casually. He only raised his eyelids and looked at her when he stopped turning.

The young administrator tilted his head, looking delicate as if he was a noble from an oil painting. His deep green eyes reflected the tall figure, interweaving into a bright smile. "It's something you can do. I'm not surprised that you're keeping watch."

Eleanor pulled the chair opposite the desk and sat down without hesitation. She raised her eyebrows and asked him casually, "How did you see that?"

First, Fran Gu and Cecil, the two lunatics, and then even Fa saw through her disguise at a glance.

It's obviously not the same at all, how did these people recognize it? Is it so obvious?

Eleanor stared at the tuft of hair that was restlessly curling on the young man's hairy head with annoyance, her eyes were blazing, as if she wanted to burn his curls with her mind.

"Your idea is very dangerous. You can't do that. Besides, the Judgment Tower has supernatural power restrictions. At least you can't do that now."

He raised his hand, and the long sleeves of his intricately designed shirt spread out, extending a beautiful arc in his field of vision, as if he had gathered a pure white dream.

The young man with a stunning appearance could see his canine teeth looming when he smiled. "But I don't need to explain the reason. Don't you know that I can see the 'essence'?"

He pointed to his head. "To me, everyone's aura is different, so no matter what you look like, I can recognize you, unless you have a different soul in your shell."

"I answered your question, so can I ask a question?" Fa smiled very obediently, and his exposed fangs made him look even more cute. But the question he asked was sharp, "Why have you been hiding from Zui recently?"

Eleanor decisively pretended to be stupid, "I've been busy with a lot of things lately, and sometimes I don't have time to answer the phone."

He looked like he was raised in an ivory tower. The young master, who was rich and naive, looked a little indifferent when he looked at people without any expression. After losing the illusion of deceiving the eyes, his clean and bright pupils became deep and even cloudy. It

reminded people of the forests that surged with countless nights and the greedy swamps that spread the smell of decay.

"I hate being deceived by others."

The temper of Fa is far from the word "good", but

he has a very deceptively harmless appearance. Revealing his twisted inner self will only make him look more torn, selfish, irritable, and capricious. He is not an innocent young master who has no worries about food and clothing.

He is a violent advocate who came out of the slums.

"Especially in matters of sin."

He didn't need to say this, Eleanor could fill in the blanks for him in her heart.

The two administrators of the tower have a deep relationship.

At the same time, they are also inseparable from the Federal Research Institute.

Fa is probably the most special exception of the Federal Research Institute in recent years - he took the initiative to apply to join the experiment.

Anyway, he was alone, and the Federal Institute would at least provide him with food and clothing, so he didn't have to continue sleeping on the streets, worrying all day about where to go so as not to be driven away. He was not afraid of pain, nor of losing the so-called freedom praised in poetry, he just wanted to survive.

He entered the project team of the institute's transformation experiment, and was lucky enough that the first person in charge he met was Sin. He

was kind, polite, and willing to treat those unfortunate children sincerely, which was incompatible with the entire cold institute.

Sin would occasionally stare at people in a daze. The young researcher noticed his gaze, so he slowed down and tapped him on the forehead lightly, as if jokingly, "Why are you staring at me?"

"Nothing." Sin denied it consciously, but then he recalled the suspicious hasty tone and felt a little dissatisfied, "I was just wondering why you came to the Federal Research Institute. You really don't look like a good fit here."

Sin rubbed his head without answering. His silent attitude vaguely revealed his resistance to this question.

The young experimenter noticed this, his eyes rolled around, his brain worked quickly and he decisively changed the topic: "I'm curious about what you did before, can you tell me about it?"

Of course, Zui would not refuse again, he whispered: "I teach at Slane College, I just came here two years ago." He

lightly skipped the content of the young and promising professor of Slane College being forcibly transferred to participate in illegal experiments.

The reason is very simple and ridiculous. It's just because of the academic research he published in the field of supernatural power restriction, which made him popular and praised while attracting the attention of the imperial capital, so they asked him to go to the Federal Center Research Institute.

Unwilling? Easy to solve.

What a person cares about most is nothing more than family, career, reputation and social interaction.

The capital would never consider giving a second choice.

The reason he didn't say that day was not known until many years later.

But that was in the future.

At that time, Sin had not been in office for long before his supervisor was transferred to another experimental group, but he still paid attention to the boy's condition.

As meticulous as ever.

Transformation experiments often require injections of drugs. The routes and procedures are very simple. There are also many medical staff in the observation room, so the new person in charge does not plan to accompany him. When Sin learned this, he arranged today's work early and hurried over, worried that any adverse reactions would not be discovered in time.

Even though new drugs from the research institute rarely have serious follow-up reactions, there have been few exceptions before.

Sometimes, Fan feels that his concern is too exaggerated, but he gradually becomes dependent without realizing it.

He has never experienced normal family relationships. He was abandoned when he was young and has been struggling until now, and his life has only improved.

He believes in his promise that he will be with him as a family until he grows up, so he doesn't care whether Sin will come into contact with other experimental subjects or how much attention will be diverted, because only he can make it to the end and get the strong emotions he wants.

Family? Fan thought absentmindedly and looked forward to it.

It's not bad even if he stays here forever.

But no one could tell which would come first, the accident or tomorrow. He witnessed with his own eyes that Sin handed the only key of the central office to the white-haired, blue-eyed girl numbered 014, and then a fire burned everything to ashes.

When many test subjects took advantage of the chaos to escape, Sin stuffed the bank card containing most of their savings and the key to their residence into his palm, with a rare tough attitude, speaking quickly and urgently: "I must stay here to deal with the investigation by the upper level, and there is no benefit in you getting involved with me."

"My apartment is on 15th Street, Lofeller Lane, you can go there to take shelter first. I'm sorry, the situation is special this time." Sin smiled after he finished speaking, and a blazing fire burned in his eyes, so bright that it devoured him into ashes all over the ground.

He dedicated his wholeheartedly to this. This was his decision and his compensation. He was unwilling to retreat.

He did not come back.

The young man waited for a long time, from the warm and romantic single apartment to the First Federal College, and then to the Inspection House surrounded by the sea. When he met the administrator of the tower, his long-wandering heart suddenly settled down again.

He waited.

"Are you hesitating, 014." Penalty casually called out her former experimental number, smiling, "Aren't you here because of sin?"

His outward image remained at the age of fourteen - the year he entered the graduate school.

But Eleanor knew that this guy was actually 27 years old, but she had never seen his real appearance, and she didn't expect that he knew her experiment number. She didn't remember any intersection between him and her at the institute. The

panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows around the office clearly outlined the thin figure of the young man. In just a blink of an eye, he became tall and straight. The blue and black uniform also changed to fit his mature body better. The smooth and flowing lines contained a vigorous sense of power. He

was no longer too thin and weak, but full of vitality, and his thin waist was just right.

His deep brows and cold pupils seemed like a dark swamp covered with dark green moss in the forest at night. The three-dimensional facial features deepened the sense of aggression.

But it was just an illusion in the mirror.

Soon everything returned to normal.

He smiled, but it was not a genuine smile. His voice suddenly turned cold: "I don't care what you want to do, whether you want to take revenge on the Institute or the Imperial Capital, don't drag him into it."

"I'm not negotiating with you. If you need help, I'm willing to help, but my premise is that it won't affect Sin. He doesn't need to remember those things. You obviously know what he went through that year."

"That's why you hesitated."

He looked at her. This time it was no longer a false reflection. The change really fell on him, and was quickly suppressed, turning back into the young man trapped in the past.

The mixed-blood iris reflected the cold light of inorganic matter.

"Don't let that happen, or I'll throw you and that shit out of the probation office before that happens."