Flame 16
Artus said he would go out on his own.
Alvin walked along the familiar corridor, occasionally nodding and chatting to passers-by. The red-haired young man was wearing a white coat, and the hem of his coat fluttered in a gentle arc.
The red-haired boy lowered his head and deliberately stepped on his shadow to move forward. His toes kicked Alvin's heels several times, earning the latter a helpless look.
The laboratory was decorated in dark blue as usual. Alvin closed the heavy door, and the assistants took the final note and left in silence.
"I'm on duty tonight," Alvin's cold voice echoed in the empty laboratory. Artes poked his head out from behind him, and put a hand on the top of his head, wantonly ravaging his red hair. "If you want to go out, remember..."
He didn't finish his sentence, and Alvin looked a little confused. What should he say at this time? Rubbing Artes' hair was just as good as he imagined. The boy's cross earrings occasionally bumped against his fingers, and he could feel the coolness of the metal.
You should say goodbye properly. Artes sighed, as if looking at an ignorant child, his tone was gentle but with a hint of reproach. Don't be like ▇▇ and ▇▇.
Alvin was a little at a loss when saying goodbye. He heard the sound coming from the ventilation duct. The experimental base always started the ventilation system at a fixed time. Why should I say goodbye...Who should I say goodbye to...Who did I miss saying goodbye to?
And me, and Julian, and looking at them. Artes stretched out his hand to touch the top of Alvin's head. Obviously from the appearance, Alvin was the more mature one, but now, Alvin looked like Artes' younger brother. No one should get used to forced separation, and children should not pay the price for adults' mistakes.
I am very sad. Artes' dark green eyes were like a forest in midsummer, deep and tranquil, carrying the vitality of the growth of all things. They shouldn't have died there.
They were the smell of burning things floating in front of Alvin's nose. The temperature of the air was rising. The heavy door blocked out the chaotic footsteps, allowing him to immerse himself in Artes' eyes and ask questions that he already knew the answers to.
younger sister.
This time, Alvin heard Artes' answer clearly.
Henrietta and Matilda, my sisters.
The brown-haired girls with identical faces were dressed up as dolls. Their hands were still holding together, but their eyes had lost their luster.
"Alvin," the woman hugged her eldest son affectionately, "I remember you loved your sisters very much," her tone was so gentle that it was creepy, "Although their bodies rejected them and they lost their lives, mom still worked hard to preserve their complete bodies and made them into specimens for you. Do you like them?"
"What a pity," the man showed a regretful expression, looking at his children as if lamenting, "They can't become our dream anymore."
Flames rose and smoke filled every corridor. Now that the fire-fighting system had not been activated, the personnel in the base finally took action, but every door they could find was locked. No matter how many collapses, screams, or violence there were, nothing could stop them.
"Ray, Maddie..." Alvin murmured his sister's name. The long-forgotten memory finally waited for the day to be faced. The blazing flame reached out to him, like a hug. "Are they there?"
We are here, brother.
After many years, the brother heard his sisters' laughter again.
Artes shrugged and looked at the empty lab table.
Even the traces of the test tubes were swallowed up there.
The computer case not far away was smoking, and the progress bar on the screen was filling up.
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"Sorry," Alvin carefully protected the Coke and popcorn in his hands, but still accidentally touched the legs of the audience in the aisle, "Wipe it off..."
Before he finished speaking, the audience member casually said that it was not a big deal, and Alvin then found his seat in the cinema.
He put away the drinks and food so that he could enjoy the movie.
"Leave the stage halfway through the story," the young man on the red side thought for a moment, "...Forget it."
This role has ended.
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[The loss rate of "Alvin Lin Mendoza" has reached 100%, and the automatic scrapping operation has been performed for you]
[You have obtained CG——Flame]
[The story is complete ▇▇▇]
[Soul fragment × 1 recovered]
[Dear host, I hope you will keep up the good work and continue to work hard to recover soul fragments]
["Alvin Lin Mendoza" hopes you have a pleasant night]
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