Chapter 57 023 Did the confession fail? Or was it a success...
The last time they talked about the past, Lucas only picked out words that would benefit his image. Just like lovers pay special attention to dressing up before a date, and male birds deliberately preen their feathers when courting, he naturally wanted to show more of his good side.
But is he really as good as he says?
The three words "Lucas" actually don't have any special meaning. It's just an ordinary name that can be found everywhere, just like Zhang San and Li Si in this world, nothing special and nothing special.
In their place, the names of nobles usually have several surnames, and their identities can be known just by hearing the surname. However, as the child of a slave, he has been a slave since birth, so naturally he cannot have any surname.
When the staff of the Alien Management Committee of this small world registered Lucas, they had set "Lu" as his last name, which was actually wrong.
In fact, the establishment of his pirate group was far from as smooth as he had told Wu Cisheng before. There were many twists and turns in the middle. There was a traitor, and the group fell apart. The members changed several times and suffered casualties.
In fact, he also told a lot of lies to survive when he was a child and did a lot of bad things to stay alive.
He did help the former rebels overthrow the corrupt royal family, he did become a powerful new noble, and he did give him a surname.
But Lucas did refuse.
It was simply because he discovered at that time that even though the old rule had been overthrown, many things remained the same as before, except that they were renamed in the name of the Federation.
When the New Federation had just stabilized, the top leaders had a secret meeting with Lucas, the main content of which was probably to "quell the internal unrest with external unrest."
No civil unrest? Create your own.
So Lucas, who was the main force of the former rebels and had made great contributions to the construction of the New Federation, suddenly received a bounty order from the New Federation one day.
At first, it was just a show, but later, as the ideas diverged and the conflicts escalated, the bounty that was originally just for show became a real bounty.
Lucas began to wander around and returned to the wandering life of his childhood.
The former deputy leader Vito was injured in a melee in the past while trying to protect his younger brother, and eventually died while fleeing after being wanted many times.
"I was separated from the other members, and it was just Vito and I on the spaceship. At first, he was able to talk to me..."
"He started by scolding me, saying I shouldn't have agreed to cooperate with the performance in the first place. It was obvious that he wanted to get rid of me after he had done his job. Why did he cooperate with the performance? After scolding me, he started talking about his younger brother. He said that he was lucky to have been able to take advantage of his official position to get a lot of benefits and found another way for his younger brother. He also said that he had hidden some treasures somewhere and asked me to pass them on to his younger brother. I watched him breathe out little by little, very quietly..."
"Actually, I don't know why I'm telling you all this. I've almost forgotten all of this, and it doesn't make any sense. But I just really want to tell you, no matter what."
Lucas paused, as if thinking: "Maybe I just want to talk to you?"
After saying this, he himself felt that this reason was too ridiculous and laughed speechlessly.
The guide didn't laugh.
Lucas continued, "You said before that you don't know what others like about you. For me, it's a very strange feeling. No matter what I do, I always think of you. When you are sad, I feel sad too. When you are happy, I am happy too..."
"Well, there's one more thing I'm not sure if I should tell you. I feel like you might get angry if I tell you."
Lucas's artificial eyes look no different from normal eyes during the day, but at night, in the dim environment, obvious abnormalities can be seen. The pupils appear a clear blue at night, so bright that it is frightening.
He carefully observed Wu Cisheng's expression.
"Although you always smile and look happy every time I see you, I always feel that you are not happy. You look very tired..."
“…”
"Oh, and we went to a small supermarket during the day. You bought a lot of things there and had a pleasant chat with him, but I always feel that you actually hate him very much... and not just him, there are a few others..."
The way of survival that Wu Cisheng learned in the past was camouflage, just like a chameleon living in nature, which changes its color according to the surrounding environment.
When he was in Chunhui City, surrounded by ordinary people, he behaved like an ordinary person. When he returned to the tower, he immediately transformed into a perfect guide who was efficient and responsible.
In different environments and facing different people, he would wear different masks. In the past, he relied on this skill to have excellent popularity.
But doing so also has an obvious side effect: the true inner emotions are suppressed by the self over time. After a long time, even he himself can no longer distinguish what his true thoughts are.
Now that someone had suddenly pointed it out, Wu Cisheng's first reaction was not anger as Lucas had imagined, but confusion: "Why?"
"Intuition, right?" Lucas paused, then added, "Plus some body language, and the fact that you didn't even drink a single sip of the drink he bought from you."
"So I hate him?" Wu Cisheng pretended to think, "I didn't even know..."
"I have a good memory. The previous owner of that supermarket often left some waste paper and bottles for me. Later, a new owner, the current one, said he wanted half the commission. One time, I went to pick them up, but he wouldn't let me. During the argument, the owner of the nearby store tried to persuade him why he was arguing with a child. As he was speaking, he probably felt embarrassed and said, "Okay, okay, I'll give it to you." Then he threw a half-finished can of Coke at me, which hit me on the head and soaked my hair. I smiled at him and said "Thank you, uncle."
“………”
"There was also a barbecue restaurant, now closed. I used to help out there, working from the evening after class until the early morning, four or five hours non-stop, for 30 yuan. That was not so bad, but one time the boss's wife found the wrong money in the cash box and suspected I had taken it, but it turned out to be their youngest son who stole it... Well... Later I still managed to prove my innocence. They didn't apologize, but gave me an extra ten yuan that day. I thanked them and said it was okay, that he didn't mean it. Then the boss's wife praised me for being sensible..."
“………”
"Why do you look like that?" Wu Cisheng frowned slightly, seemingly unable to understand Lucas's expression. He said, "Actually, besides these, they did give me a lot of help."
This explanation didn't change Lucas's expression at all; his frown deepened. He said, "I'm sorry," even though it had nothing to do with him.
"ah?"
"I wish I had shown up sooner."
“…”
The development up to this point seemed to have completely deviated from Lucas's original purpose. He had initially just wanted to take the opportunity to confess his feelings, but the atmosphere at the time was more like an emotional talk show than an ambiguous one.
Before he knew it, it was 2 a.m. Lucas was wide awake, staring at the eyes that had once been in his eye sockets without blinking.
Maybe the look was too obvious.
Wu Cisheng took a sip of the warm water Lucas had prepared to moisten his throat, then met his gaze. "You like looking into my eyes so much. What's the special meaning behind this?"
He also mentioned what Lucas said when he regained his sight, pointed out the loopholes in Lucas' words at the time, and guessed that the way to restore his sight at the time might not be just the "eye replacement" he proposed, there should be a simpler way, but Lucas still chose the first one.
"I suppose there must be some other reason?"
"……Yes."
There was nothing left to hide at this point, so Lucas confessed that it was because he wanted to be closer to him.
Under the guide's puzzled gaze, the sentry slowly told them the meaning of the white beads and the eternal fable.
"Is that so..." Wu Cisheng raised his hand and touched his eyelids. There was no surprise on his face, but a sense of certainty. "So you were actually proposing to me at that time?"
Lucas nodded.
It was getting later and later, and their conversation had ended. Wu Cisheng adjusted the bedside lamp, covered himself with the quilt and lay down in bed, and asked Lucas if he was cold.
As a sentry, Lucas had excellent hearing. He could hear the breathing in the bedroom next door. If he paid attention, he could even hear the sound of stray cats rummaging through the trash can downstairs in the community. Naturally, he heard the last words that Wu Cisheng whispered.
At that time, Wu Cisheng was covered with an old-fashioned quilt, sleeping with his eyes closed, breathing long and evenly, and the room was quiet.
"Actually, I don't know whether I like you or not..." He suddenly said in a very low voice, "I don't know, I really don't know."
*
Did the confession fail?
Or succeeded?
Lucas was still thinking about this problem the next day. He tried hard to find clues, but found that Wu Cisheng was still the same as usual.
But soon he no longer had the heart to think about these things. The day before he was scheduled to return to the tower, something happened that Lucas had not expected.
That morning, 03399 was still reminding Lucas that the hormone concentration in his body was abnormal, and Lucas also skillfully took out the medicine from his backpack and injected it.
03399 had kindly reminded him at the time: [Using it too often can lead to drug resistance, so be careful.]
Lucas didn't take it seriously at this time.
The first time he felt the fever period of this world sentinel was in Chunhui City. At that time, he was just gently touched by Wu Cisheng's porcelain-white hands, and every pore revealed an indescribable comfort. At that time, he didn't even know what counseling was, he just felt very comfortable.
Later, after separating from Wu Cisheng, he was unwilling to find another guide and began to use drugs to suppress his emotions frequently.
He had never experienced a fever period, let alone one that accumulated and overlapped, so he could say nonchalantly, "I'm going back to the tower tomorrow anyway, what could go wrong?"
What a crow's mouth.
Not long after he said this, his fever period suddenly came earlier. The first sign was at noon. At that time, Wu Cisheng was chatting with his mother next door, and Lucas was packing his luggage for the next day in the room. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.
A raging heat washed over his shaky sanity, and along with this strange heat came another kind of pain.
It was like thousands of steel needles piercing all his nerves. He used to be able to endure pain, but in just a few breaths, his red hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead.
Why is it so painful! And so hot!
His mind was blank at the time. When he regained consciousness, he found himself lying on the bed where Wu Cisheng had slept, with his arms holding the quilt he had covered himself with and his face buried in his pillow.
He was like a drowning man holding onto the only life-saving piece of driftwood, breathing deeply the remaining guiding element that belonged only to the owner of the room. With each breath, the sharp and unbearable pain was significantly relieved.
At that time, he was completely dominated by instinct. If he had not let the system give him an electric shock in time, he would have almost let Ci Sheng see his ugly appearance.
He immediately added a few more cigarettes to his drink, hoping that he could get through the night no matter what.
However... the second wave came around midnight that same day, and it was more severe than at noon, and even worse, the drug resistance was more obvious.
Even if I try to increase the dosage, it has no effect at all, and the pain becomes more obvious.
A dim night light emitted a faint glow, with scattered glass bottles beside it. Lucas, who was originally lying down, stood up, casting a large black shadow on the wall.
The artificial eye that was pure blue during the day had now turned scarlet. Combined with his broad back and strong arms, he really looked like a man-eating beast.
In contrast, the handsome guide was sleeping peacefully on the bed with his eyes closed. His breathing was steady, and he looked like he was fast asleep and in a sweet dream.
The guide's body exuded a pleasant fragrance into the abnormal sentry's nose. He licked his lips and his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down.
Lucas' body, brain, subconscious, everything was desperately telling him: Kiss him, hug him, so that this burning pain, this suffering, this torment in his body would end.
But there was still a trace of reason telling him that he couldn't do this, as it would hurt him...
Enduring pain several times more intense than during the day, every time Lucas took a breath, it would trigger a dense and severe pain all over his body and even in the gaps between his bones.
My consciousness grew increasingly frantic. A voice said, "You were a robber to begin with? Why are you pretending to be a good person now?! Besides, don't you like him?!"
Lucas stopped by the bed and bent down, getting closer and closer to the face, almost feeling his breath, and the closer he got, the less painful it became.
She was almost able to kiss him, but at the moment when she was about to touch him, Lucas had a moment of clarity at the cost of breaking one of his fingers.
He has to leave!
Must leave!
If he continued to stay in the same room with Wu Cisheng, he himself was not sure what he would do. He had already had experience during the day that when he was controlled by instinct, he had no idea what he was doing.
Just as his hand touched the door handle, he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.
"I thought you were going to kiss me."
Lucas's blood instantly froze, and he froze in place, not daring to look back.
The voice behind him continued, and from his tone, it could be heard that he didn't seem angry, and he even sounded a little serious.
"You can actually use the fact that you saved my eyes as an excuse to let me help you with the treatment, even if it's just sexual treatment."
The guide's voice paused for two or three seconds, as if he was waiting for the sentry's response, or as if he was thinking.
"You can also use the excuse of curing my mother as an excuse to make me your exclusive binding guide."
Lucas turned around and saw that Wu Cisheng, who had been lying down, had sat up. There was no trace of fatigue in his beautiful gem-like eyes.
"Just like your predecessor once offered to cure my leg as a condition for me to agree to date him, everyone is an equal exchange."
Hearing him say this, Lucas's chaotic mind became even more fuzzy. He moved his feet, but the next second he forced himself to calm down.
"Your eyes are what I wanted originally, not for exchange..."
Because it was so painful, and the sharp and noisy tinnitus completely covered Lucas's voice, he was not sure if he said it wrong, so every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"I wouldn't do that..."
"That's kidnapping."
"I'll just be alone for a while."
The rupture of two fingers made Lucas withdraw his restless foot. He relied entirely on his extraordinary self-control to prevent his body from relying on instinct. He knew that if he moved closer, the pain would be relieved, but he still controlled his body and walked away.
Wu Cisheng in the room was stunned in surprise. The little ferret that emerged from the air was also a little confused. It looked at the half-open door and tilted its head in confusion.
"squeak…"
*
Lucas stumbled downstairs, breathing in the cold air but didn't feel cold at all, instead he felt hot.
The constant pounding of noise pollution in his eardrums, the sharp pain in his bones, and the burning nerves made it impossible for him to think.
The instinctive impulse in his brain kept urging him to go back immediately and find the guide!
And he refused to act on this impulse.
When he was about to leave the community, Lucas suddenly stopped as if he sensed something.
He caught a glimpse of the breath in the wind that made him extremely excited and restless, but he didn't dare to confirm it until the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a guiding sound unique to Wu Cisheng came.
I can already see people.
Under the moonlight, Wu Cisheng's skin was cold. He was observing him, observing his current state like an alien observing a human.
Without looking, Lucas knew that he must be in a very miserable state at that time, with messy hair, bloodshot eyes, flushed face, and constant gasping for breath. He looked like a complete pervert.
I kept telling myself in my heart that I must control myself, I must control myself, but my surging instincts controlled my body and I took a few steps to the guide.
When he tried to use the old method again, his movements were stopped by another pair of very small claws.
It was a snow-white, furry claw, not even as wide as Lucas's knuckles. The force used was not strong, like a ball of light cotton, but it miraculously made the sentry stop the movement of his hands.
Wu Cisheng used the little white weasel to release the guiding element, which temporarily calmed the sentry, but this was only a temporary solution and not a permanent cure.
Lucas only felt a fog in his ears at that time, and the clearest sentence was: "You are in such a state that you can't stay at home. Let's go."
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