Chapter 972 [View] It's a feast for the eyes.
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Every defect in 311 was simply repaired by the experimenter forcibly injecting a gene defect repair drug.
Perhaps feeling that the creation of this clone had lost its original value, they used it as a test subject for various other projects.
Every day brings a different kind of suffering for him.
After being injected with so many drugs and repair solutions, side effects gradually began to appear.
His body was forced to grow, and his life was passing by at an accelerated pace.
The boy with waist-length hair sat in the chair, his eyes vacant and his expression blank, like a puppet without autonomy, being driven and manipulated by others.
His silky blue hair was cut short without hesitation, and the hair that fell to the ground was as lifeless as the man himself.
The woman who was fixing his hair gently grasped his shoulder, bent down and whispered in his ear, "311, if you behave well during this time, we will take you away from here."
It's unclear how much of what she said was overheard by 311, but as soon as she finished speaking, he nodded and mechanically replied, "Okay."
The woman gently stroked his head, as if she were treating her own beloved child, but a cold smile lingered on her lips.
From then on, 311 kept learning how to smile, how to talk, and so on.
He was exactly like Bechfenger, and with the special instruction he received, his smile looked even more like the Bechfenger that everyone was familiar with.
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311 was brought in front of a pink-haired boy.
The boy looked to be only seven or eight years old, but his breathing was weak. To prevent him from escaping, the people in the organization did cruel things to him.
He looked like a defective product about to be discarded, just like him.
311 thought to himself.
He noticed that the other person paused for a moment when they saw him, but didn't say anything.
The woman who had been by 311's side pointed at the young boy and said to him, "This is bait. In a couple of days, you will lure that guy to the designated location according to the plan. Do you remember the plan I told you yesterday?"
311 looked at the little boy and nodded slightly, "I understand."
The woman gently patted his head and pulled him away.
Before leaving the room, which felt like a cage, 311 glanced back at the pink-haired boy.
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Tilas Shipping Company.
311 was pulled to stand by the window, and at the woman's outstretched hand, looked towards the harbor at a group of people approaching the ship.
The woman whispered in his ear, "See? Tonight, they are your targets."
311's expression remained blank. "Okay."
He stood there, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the group of people, before being led away by the woman.
Hoshino Tsukasa came up to him, looked him over a few times, and then poked the corner of his mouth with the baton in his hand.
311 subconsciously smiled, and a glimmer of light appeared in his empty eyes, as if the puppet had been infused with life.
But a puppet is ultimately just a puppet.
About fifteen minutes later, Hoshino Tsukasa led him to the small living room, where he met the group of people he had just seen face to face.
311 heard them call out "Behrfinger" to him.
But he wasn't the Bechfinger they were talking about.
311 seemed to understand something.
He smiled at them, but his nervousness prevented him from speaking a complete and fluent sentence.
He was kept behind, supposedly to serve them, but really it was for the sake of the plan.
311 is carrying poison, and he needs to find an opportunity to poison the people in front of him.
311 still had a smile on her face, but her hands clasped together were trembling slightly.
When he saw the silver-haired boy appear there, the fake light in his eyes trembled for a moment, then he quickly lowered his eyes to hide it, and soon regained the bright smile that he had practiced countless times.
It's strange. He had never met this person before, but subconsciously he felt that the other person gave him the feeling that he had known them for a long time.
311 complied with all the requests from the silver-haired boy, who was both laughing and crying.
The woman had told him that he should do whatever they asked him to do.
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311 just didn't expect them to be so friendly.
He had never encountered it before.
He hesitated.
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As planned, he led Liu Qingyao to the location where the pink-haired boy was imprisoned.
Seeing the increasingly weak boy, 311 fell silent, picked him up, grabbed Liu Qingyao, and turned to run.
In a daze, he heard a sharp voice calling him from behind.
311 runs even faster.
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It's okay, it's okay.
Anyway, he's just a defective product, a defective product that can be discarded at any time.
It's okay if I disobey once, right?
311 comforted himself with this thought.
So he secretly let these people leave the ship, which was a trap, and secretly threw away the poison they were carrying.
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It's okay.
It's actually quite good to be dead.
Compared to being injected with those drugs, death is actually not painful at all...
Before his consciousness completely dissipated, 311 thought this.
Having lived in this terrifying world for ten years, a place he dared not linger in, he slowly closed his eyes, a single, genuine smile appearing on his face.
"..."
The content played was very ordinary, without any major ups and downs, but sentimental people would always feel sad because of this ordinariness, and thus shed sad tears.
Liu Qingyao sighed deeply and gave Behringer a complicated look.
"They really are from the same person's genes... They are so similar in some ways that they are almost uncanny."
As she spoke, Liu Qingyao's gaze drifted to a silver-haired boy and a blonde girl who were fast asleep.
It just so happened that their eyes met.
Liu Qingyao: "..."
He smiled silently at the other person.
As long as he doesn't feel embarrassed, then it will be others who feel embarrassed!
Morataya: "..."
The familiar "END" appeared on the screen, which meant they needed to select viewers again.
This time, the blue light stopped at the location of the distant mountains and leaves.
She took a deep breath, wiped away the tears still lingering in the corners of her eyes, and after hesitating for a long time, poked the card in the very center.
The card was rotated, revealing a black cat pattern on the front.
—It is Morataya.
Kazuha Toyama blinked and subconsciously turned to look at the blonde girl.
Morataya paused, clicked her tongue softly, and leaned back in her chair in a relaxed manner. Noticing Toyama Kazuha's gaze, she turned her head and gave her a slight smile.
Kazuha Toyama's eyelids twitched, and she quickly looked away.
As the black screen gradually revealed images, everyone's attention was drawn to it.
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Since being taken in by R and brought back to the church, Morataya has been either learning witchcraft and spells or handling church affairs.
She looks no more than a few years old.
Although the witches are all mentally mature.
Within the church, members do not address her by her given name, but rather as "Witch" according to her status.
To be honest, Morataya actually quite likes this nickname.
Because Jiao Island does not belong to the same space as other areas, the weather here is always very good.
The blonde girl lazily nestled in a deckchair, basking in the sun, inhaling the rich yet pleasant fragrance of flowers—a truly leisurely and carefree scene.
She held a ball that looked like a wisp of mist in her hand, and her tea-green eyes were filled with a hint of contemplation.
After a long while, she clenched the fog ball in her hand, got up from the deck chair, and walked out of the garden.
"Godfather, take me to that base tonight." The girl lifted her skirt and walked to the tree full of wisteria blossoms, sitting down next to the noble and elegant young man, looking at him with a sweet smile.
The young man raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at her with a half-smile.
Morataya returned an even brighter smile, wrapped her arm around R's, and said with a hint of coquettishness, "I want to give that base and my dear but disobedient little brother a little gift~"
R smiled and said, "Sure."
Morataya's eyes lit up slightly. "That's wonderful, thank you, Godfather!"
She released his arm, made a heart shape with her hands, and said, "I love you, Godfather."
R smiled helplessly and shook his head slightly, then shooed him away, "Go prepare the 'gift' you mentioned."
"Okay."
Morataya happily got up and left, returning to her room to prepare a box.
This box is a miniature space box that can hold twice as much stuff.
She stuffed all the materials for making bombs into it at once.
She was certain that the guy who was even worse than her would absolutely love these little gadgets.
That's right, the gift given to Zero and the gift given to the base are exactly the same.
Liu Qingyao clicked her tongue a few times and said in a very emotional tone, "Sure enough, it really is the same gene. Look at how well they understand each other."
Morataya's lips twitched slightly.
Ha, she knew it, this guy was starting to act as the吐槽 (tu cao, meaning to criticize or complain) again.
Liu Qingyao: Hehe.
As night fell, with R's help, Morataya entered Room 0, grabbed the sleeping Room 0, and took out the ball with a hint of seduction in her voice.
If Number 0 takes it, he will become a true sorcerer and reduce the negative effects of those experiments.
However, Number 0 refused. This was within her expectations, since she herself couldn't swallow even a drop of it, so she had no intention of forcing him. She casually put it away and instead took out the prepared box and handed it to him.
"Thank you so much, sister, for sending the bomb from so far away!"
A deliberately muffled voice rang out.
Morataya: "..."
She glanced speechlessly at Bertrand, who had woken up again, and said, "Go back to sleep."
Bertrand: "Hehe."
The witch was speechless.
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After delivering the bomb materials, Morataya didn't pay much attention to the situation at the base, but she did learn that Zero had escaped from there.
It was worth it for her to leave some clues.
A smile curved the corners of Morataya's lips.
However, her smile quickly faded.
Having just assigned a batch of tasks to her members, Morataya stepped out of her room to take a walk and relax, only to turn around and see R.
And she saw that he was holding a child who looked slightly older than her.
Morataya: ...?
She slightly opened her mouth, looked at R with a somewhat complicated expression, and stepped forward to meet him.
"Godfather...you're picking up kids from the church again?"
R's lips curved into a slight smile as she gently poked the cheek of the unconscious child in her arms with her fingertip. "Don't make it sound like I frequently bring children back," she said. "Besides, isn't this child quite handsome? He's about your age too. It would be nice to bring him back to keep you company."
As he spoke, he squatted down so that Morataya could see the child in his arms.
Morataya glanced at it carefully for a few moments. "A boy?"
"Um."
R responded and got up to continue leading the group toward the empty room.
Morataya sighed and followed beside him, watching R put the child on the bed.
She asked a few questions: "What's wrong with this child?"
R smiled. "It's a bit special."
"How so?" Morataya raised an eyebrow, her eyes suddenly filled with curiosity.
“This child is a very rare prophet.” R sat down on the chair next to him and glanced at the tiny child on the bed.
"Huh?" Morataya paused, then looked at the young boy with some surprise. "The prophet? Is he the one I know? But why do you say he's special?"
R's lips curled slightly, but he didn't offer any explanation, only saying, "You'll find out later."
Morataya curled her lips slightly and looked at R with a hint of resentment: "...If you're not going to tell me, why did you pique my curiosity in the first place?"
To her surprise, the other person looked at her and suddenly reached out and pressed her head down, saying, "Then this child is in your care."
Having said that, without giving Morataya any time to react, he vanished from the spot in the next instant.
Morataya froze, then froze again, finally staring wide-eyed in disbelief at the empty chair. "No way!? You want me to take care of him???"
Morataya was furious and glared angrily at the still unconscious boy.
He was handsome, but his face was pale and his brows were furrowed, clearly indicating that he was not at peace in his unconscious state.
Morataya's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, then she pondered for a moment.
"Hmm... well, I'll reluctantly accommodate him since he's good-looking."
Elegantly smoothing a strand of hair that fell to her chest, Morataya instructed Yuna to report to her immediately after the boy woke up, then stepped out of the room.
Liu Qingyao stroked her chin, deep in thought. "That child, is it Young Master Bei Ling?"
As everyone noticed, after Liu Qingyao said those words, some people looked at Bei Lingyinwu, who hadn't said a word.
Although his eyes were still covered by a cloth, the resemblance between him and the young boy on the screen was still visible.
Besides that, well... they all have equally exquisite looks, making them pleasing to the eye.
But to be honest, none of them are unattractive.
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