Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

[433 Finale ([-])]

At some point in front of the operating bed in the laboratory, there suddenly stood a strange boy with a cold face. He was standing in front of the stone, looking at the front indifferently, "I know you can see this place through the surveillance, as your surgical assistant , Risking your life and rushing back to participate in the operation, but you, the surgeon, are not here, what do you mean?"

"Bai Xi, you really didn't disappoint me." Diderot's eyes widened, and his twitching face instantly turned into a smile.

Rampant, twisted.

"003, start the chip implantation operation immediately." Diderot ordered to the screen, his voice was cold, "Can you guarantee that the operation will be completed within 10 minutes?"

"10 minutes", Bai Xi raised his eyebrows on the screen, "You underestimate me too much."

After saying that, he raised his head and smiled slightly on the screen, "I don't like others watching my operation, so... Diderot, 8 minutes at the slowest, 5 minutes at the fastest, wait for my good news."

The screen flickered and turned black. It was Bai Xi who turned off the camera monitoring.

The image of the stone also disappeared, leaving no information.

Everyone's hearts were raised in their throats, but they were too tense to make a sound, because they saw that Zhizhi was already trembling...

"I will win." Diderot sneered twice, and announced to the man standing in front of him, "Bai Xi will be raised by me, inherit all my medical skills, and he will transplant all of me into your son's body with his own hands." Here, when I wake up, he is me, Nangong Tou, who will be the next Diderot."

Nangong Jue's face suddenly had a layer of murderous intent, "Diderot."

"The operation is carried out in the radiation room of the experimental area. Ordinary people can't stay close to it for more than 3 minutes at will, otherwise they will die. You can't stop the operation at all." Diderot's expression has gradually changed from panic to determination, "Based on Baixi's With sincerity and ability, after the operation is successful, you will definitely use Nangong Tou as a threat to escape, unless you can kill your son with your own hands."

Nangongjue looked at the confident Diderot indifferently, and ordered, "Six men, go and surround the experimental area, and when they leave the experimental area, capture Bai Xi and Nangong Tou alive."

Everyone's face changed, "Head!"

Zhizhi sat on the spot, closed her eyes and said nothing.

"No! You can't kill Shishi..." Goshawk shouted impatiently, "Master Nangong!"

"Goshawk." The cheetah stopped him coldly, and put one hand on his shoulder, "This is a decision made by Sheep and Master Nangong, and Master Nangong has his own discretion."

The gray cat sighed inwardly, but it also knew that it could only be like this at this moment, otherwise the siege would be meaningless. If Diderot continued to survive with a stone body, it might lead to an even more uncontrollable situation——

Instead of being caught in a dilemma later, there is no need to make a choice now.

Seeing that the master had made up his mind, the staff of the six departments rushed to the vicinity of the experimental area with guns in their hands and waited...

Zhizhi's hands have gradually begun to recover, and the numbness has gradually disappeared, but she can't make any stop movements at this moment.

She raised her eyes, and what caught her eyes was Nangong Jue'an's shameless face. Although he was still expressionless, she could clearly see the pain in his eyes.

It will hurt, he must be in pain like her.

Losing the stone, his sorrow will be no less than his own. Even though he is such a strong and reliable mountain, he is the one who gives orders, and what he bears is a pain that weighs more than her weight.

Diderot frowned, and looked at Zhizhi and Nangongjue with interest, "Oh? You two really understand the righteousness! The world praises love, friendship, family, and now it seems that it is nothing more than that!"

"People who don't deserve it are not qualified to judge others." Zhizhi finally opened his mouth and made a low voice, "Diderot, if your death is too easy, Shishi will definitely blame us..."

Diderot laughed suddenly, raised his hand, pulled out the scalpel in his right hand, and threw it on the ground without frowning, "Death? That's fine, I haven't experienced death yet, please two Don't be merciless, you must beat me to death with your own hands."

The anxiety on Cai Cai's face has long since disappeared, and his every move and expression on his face now only makes people feel that he has begun to have no scruples.

Because he affirms that he will be reborn and will be victorious.

"Don't worry", Nangong Jue's tone has not changed, it is still cold and ruthless, with a cold light in his eyes, "I want you to die today, you will not survive tomorrow."

"For the operation, I was very careful to protect my hands." Diderot took off the isolation suit with a smile, raised his right hand and looked at the pierced right hand, his eyes were like dark clouds, "You let My holy hands are stained with dirty artificial blood, I don't use these ugly things from time to time, and now, I can finally use them."

artificial blood...

ugly thing?

The gray cat watched Diderot's movements and frowned, "Wait, Diderot is different from before."

Goshawk opened his eyes wide and looked at Diderot, "That's... what..."

Zhizhi also looked away, and couldn't help being shocked, what happened to those hands?

I saw Diderot's stabbed right hand was torn apart, turned into a disgusting lump and thrown on the ground, revealing a sharp and sharp, steel-like seemingly very strong Just a mechanical hand--

The left hand also performed the same action, also revealing the sharp object that seemed to be able to pierce the heart at any time.

The scene of picking skin and flesh with one hand can be called disgusting.

These ten dangling fingers have basically turned into sharp daggers that can pierce intestines and stomachs, and each dagger-like finger has dense thorn-like cold thorns, and when they move, they feel Less than any mechanical sluggishness, terrific agility.

Diderot transformed his own hands into weapons.

The lethality is so strong that it makes people unable to get close.

Then look at the head of Nangong, standing with bare hands, without any weapons on his body, facing each other with bare hands, if he fights alone, this is not a fair competition at all.

Diderot moved his fingers and smiled slightly, "There are countless people who have dissected these hands. If it wasn't for the sudden intrusion of Nangong, your Miss Song would have enjoyed it in advance. It's a pity that you interrupted her wonderful experience." time."

"Depend on!"

With a curse, two bullets were shot from the front of the crowd. The cheetah couldn't hold back its fiery temper. It drew out its gun and shot Diderot, which hit Diderot's left and right hands. His marksmanship was very accurate. .

Sparks rose up, the bullet hit his weird hands, rebounded and fell to the ground, it didn't have any effect,

Goshawk whispered, "Bulletproof material."

"Facing so many guns, he doesn't have the slightest intention of running away or being afraid," the gray cat pondered. "Perhaps, there are more than one places in his body that have such things."

Zhizhi's face also changed. She looked at Nangongjue worriedly, and wanted to speak to him, but she saw Nangongjue, who was like a cheetah, rushing forward like a gust of wind. When Diderot reached out to stab, he punched Diderot. On Delo's shoulders...

Diderot exclaimed, cursed in frustration, and narrowly dodged again.

What is this man's head made of!

Others will see the strength and be timid, but he can catch the weakness at a glance.

"No matter how strong a building is, the link points are the most fragile. This is a principle that has not changed for a hundred years." Gray Cat continued, admiring, "How can such a scene be judged so quickly."

It is worthy of being the master of Nangong.

Zhizhi closed her lips and sat still... It turned out that he didn't need to remind himself, he had already thought of it before himself.

"Damn!"

Diderot cursed, opened his arms and launched an attack, left and right consecutive attacks, the weapon swung cold wind and slid across Nangongjue's face, side waist, shoulder, right ear, all the sharp attacks were methodically and easily dodged by Nangongjue ...

This is a man not to be underestimated.

Diderot finally started to treat each other seriously, and made the most ruthless moves. He aimed at Nangongjue's heart many times and was about to stab him, but he dodged them all.

Nangong Jue had more than enough to deal with, he used defense as offense, and did not make redundant attacks.

As the time passed by every minute and every second, everyone waited cautiously, waiting for the result of this battle in their hearts, and also waiting for the results of the operation in the laboratory over there, and the arrangement for the upcoming large-scale explosion...

During the meditation, Zhizhi felt that her hands and feet regained strength, and her consciousness had already regained clarity. She raised her hands and looked at it, and 5 minutes had passed.

Standing up slowly, Zhizhi saw that the Nangong family members who were left in the room were pointing their flashlights at the two tall men fighting in the middle of the room.

Naturally, it was Nangongjue who was able to do a job with ease, and it was Diderot who struggled to retreat.

The lights gathered, and all of them were projected on the two of them in the darkness. The attackers gradually became exhausted, but the defensive attackers gradually gained the upper hand. Diderot's white clothes were already stained red by artificial blood, and his face was furious except for ferocity. , When the attacks were resolved one after another, they roared like wild beasts and continued to attack.

This is a mini theater gathered under the lights, performing fierce fighting dramas.

"There are still 4 minutes before the countdown to the explosion, please evacuate quickly within 2 minutes."

A voice came from the communicator in Gray Cat's hand. He raised his eyebrows and said to the front, "Master Nangong, time is running out. We must retreat within 2 minutes."

Nangongjue was holding Diderot's arm at this time, and when he heard the gray cat's report, he didn't respond, he raised his hand, knocked Diderot to the ground, and stepped on his chest——

Diderot's chest was stomped heavily, he coughed up blood, and his face was flooded with red.

The clothes on his body were dirty, his hair was also messy and stained with his so-called artificial blood, and the weapons in his hands had been beaten to pieces in embarrassment.

Diderot did create a suspense when he showed his weapon, but in the end there was still no suspense, and the process of being abused did not ease by half.

How many men in the world can break through the Tenth Prison?

He is famous in the Tenth Prison for his usual indifference, fighting and abusing people to the extreme, so that there is only one man who has been nominated by the ghosts and ghosts in the Tenth Prison.

Nangong Jue.

Diderot hadn't realized what was going to happen, so he gritted his teeth and sneered, "This is just an abandoned body, and it will be destroyed as soon as it is destroyed. I think the operation should be successful."

He firmly believed that Nangong Jue and Song Xiaozhi did not have the courage to touch Nangong Tou.

After Diderot finished speaking, the screen on the wall suddenly turned on, and a picture appeared. It was the scene of Bai Xi packing up surgical supplies. He was wearing a mask and announced without raising his head, "The operation is complete."

Zhizhi looked at the screen. Shishi was still in a coma, but his complexion had improved, and his heart rate and EEG had returned to normal. Perhaps it was because of Bai Xi's superb medical skills that he used the knife from the back of the head. What was the trace of a knife.

Clutching her chest with her hands, she murmured, "Stone..."

"Bai Xi, report the results of the operation!" Diderot yelled loudly, regardless of the ugly appearance of being trampled under his feet, "Did you succeed?"

Bai Xi took off the mask and threw it aside, and gave Diderot a reassuring smile, "Diderot, I don't like people doubting me."

"I won..." Diderot's face showed ecstasy, "I won..."

The memory chip was successfully transplanted.

The faces of the people in the alliance have changed...

Zhizhi is the same.

Just when everyone lowered their heads and didn't want to hear Nangong Jue's words of life-killing, Nangong Jue said to the screen indifferently: "Bai Xi, there are people outside the operating room to respond, to keep the stone safe, leave the underground headquarters immediately."

Goshawk let out a cry, and looked at Nangongjue in surprise, "Nan... the master of Nangong... he is... a member of Diderot..."

The gray cat immediately let go of its frown, and said helplessly, "It turned out that I had planned it a long time ago."

"What's going on?" Cheetah looked confused, and turned to Nangong's family, "Did your brains get flooded?"

All the subordinates immediately responded with angry eyes, your boss is out of his mind!

They always have a plan and a purpose in doing things at home, so naturally they don't talk nonsense for no reason.

Zhizhi's heart was beating wildly, and he had various guesses, but he still looked at Nangongjue in disbelief, and asked what was going on with his eyes!

"The so-called dying in peace, I'd better explain it clearly to the person who raised me first." Bai Xi said with a cold smile, "Diderot, I'm sorry, I'm no longer interested in being sincere to you, so , I chose a better way of survival."

Diderot's face turned pale, "What are you talking about! You are my child! You are my successor, and you have the best research physique with me. I have always regarded you as my own. From a child's perspective, your status and mask are incomparable to Yeran, Bai Xi, how could you betray me!"

"Betrayal... Betrayal? Diderot, you hide your memory so well, you never participate in the reading, and you don't want others to spy on it. What are you hiding?" Bai Xi nodded slightly and held her chin, "Actually I can freely read everything on the chip when you are asleep, don’t you know? The secrets you hide are accidentally discovered by me who is curious, including your dislike of the Jack family, including your face The hypocritical appearance of Yeran and the mask, including your ridiculous ideal of eternal life, including your unconcealable bloodthirsty desire to impose on others..."

"Bai Xi!" Squeezing out a few words between teeth, Diderot's eyes flashed fiercely, "How dare you read my memory without authorization!"

"Are you angry? You once said to me that only by sharing memories can we understand better, find people who are closer to each other, and create a beautiful country. But why are you angry when you know that your memories have been read? Sure enough, you It's a lie. It's like you never thought about how Yeran, Mask, me, Hull, Du and others felt when their memories were read. Come to think of it, you don't care about the thoughts of us experimental subjects Right." Bai Xi's tone was extremely cold, "In this world, everyone is an individual existence. Through acquaintance, communication, contact, exploration, gaining understanding, gaining trust, and sharing, it is simply an impossible dream. Dede Luo, don't use your loneliness to impose pain on others. You are already an existence that violates nature, and your existence is a mistake. The best way to not want to be lonely is to disappear. "

Bai Xi's words made the room quiet for a few seconds.

Diderot looked at Bai Xi coldly, "Nangong Tou is still alive, which means you have successfully performed chip surgery to save his life. If Nangong Tou is still alive, I will not die."

"A few months ago, according to your instructions, when I was connecting an instrument to input medical knowledge into my brain, I accidentally malfunctioned and lost consciousness for a while. I happened to be rescued by a teenager who sneaked into Jack's Italian laboratory. He was about the same age as me. Rather, he is also quite accomplished in virus computers," Bai Xi smiled quietly, "I once gave him the USB flash drive that recorded the virus desier and the things about the memory chip, and he suddenly told me a few days ago that in the unimplanted human Before the brain, he has a way to eliminate the emotional consciousness in the memory chip. He asked me to provide chip research. The memory chip manufacturing is too difficult. After I cracked the password of the experimental area, I only found the piece you reserved for yourself, so... I am here for Nangong Through the implanted memory chip, the memories about you with personal emotions have been formatted and deleted, leaving only academic materials without subjective factors. In other words, Diderot, you should be happy, because your medical skills Besides me, there is also a No.2 successor."

Diderot was trembling all over, his face flickering black and blue, "Bai Xi, how dare you...betray me...I have raised you for so many years..."

"You taught me that it's okay to betray others, but you must not be betrayed by others." Bai Xi raised her hand slightly, "You often tell me that the only meaningful activity left in your life is sleeping. , Diderot, I'm helping you, it would be nice to sleep forever, goodbye, Diderot."

Nangong Jue lifted his foot to let go of Diderot, looked at the prodigal dog with stern eyes, and said coldly, "You lost."

"When!" Diderot sat up slowly, raised his head and asked angrily, "You and Bai Xisu have never met before, so when exactly did you start colluding with each other?"

"Collusion?" The head of Nangong obviously didn't like such words, and narrowed his eyes, "You are so stupid, Bai Xi made such an obvious gesture with his right hand when facing the surveillance, why, you don't know what it means?"

Diderot's eyes were cloudy, his brows frowned, but he had no impression.

The memory of this body that should be replaced has been getting worse and worse.

The gray cat has always had a good memory, recalled that he raised his hand, made a gesture for everyone to see, and suddenly realized: "So it is like this."

That gesture made the shape of Nangong's family crest.

As usual, such a gesture can be interpreted as provocation or peace.

Is the head of Nangong gambling?

"Also," Nangong Jueju looked down at Diderot, and said slowly, "the operating room is always illuminated by strong light, and there are two figures cast during the operation, and the other person is a woman. Those are my Nangong family members. "

"Ghost doctor An Yi", the gray cat nodded, "Her hands are very nimble and slender. I remember that when I checked the information of the Nangong family, An Yi once handed in and filled out the Nangong file. The reason for joining the Nangong family was that she could use gestures accurately. Draw the Nangong family crest."

Everyone looked at the master in astonishment... It must have been a few years ago that Dr. An entered Nangong's house. After such a long time, he can remember such small things so clearly. How extraordinary is his memory?

There was a report from the gray cat's communicator, "Report, the six people received the young master and Bai Xi'anyi, all of them are safe and sound, and have now arrived on land, reconciled with the security assistant association, and started to participate in the land war. Time is running out, please take charge Get out of Jack's underground headquarters quickly."

"learn!"

The gray cat replied, the cheetah shrugged, and the goshawk breathed a sigh of relief...

As long as the stone is okay, everything is fine.

Zhizhi looked up at Nangongjue, and had to admit that she had a little admiration. If Nangongmo's prophecy ability is admirable, then what is Nangongjue's extraordinary judgment and success predictability called?

Miracle.

Turn things around, resolve crises... He will always appear at critical moments, just like her patron saint, strong and tall, domineering and warm, protecting her in his wings, preventing her from getting hurt...

"There's no time," Zhizhi looked at the time, and said seriously, "Goshawk, gray cat, cheetah, you all bring the other troops back to the ground immediately, to aid in the land war, and to ensure the safety of the young master."

Nangong Jue looked at her sideways, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Miss Song, finally looks like a mistress.

Nangong's family obeyed and shouted at Miss Song's order, "Yes, mistress."

Zhizhi frowned and hummed.

In fact, she doesn't like this name, she looks a bit like a pig mother, she is not fat, and her son is not a pig...

"Sister Sheep!" Goshawk, who led the crowd to evacuate quickly, paused, "Where are you and Nangong in charge?"

Zhizhi walked up to Nangongjue, stood side by side, turned to look at the imposing man, "Are we?"

"It has been dragging on for so long, and the curtain is finally coming to an end." Nangong Jue put his hands in his pockets, his noble temperament was very arrogant and cold, "The finale is ours."

This is the tone of never intending to lose.

This is a proud and admirable speech.

Goshawk glanced at the two people standing together, and enviously said, "Sister Sheep really found the man who is most suitable for her..."

"You will also find the goshawk", Cheetah encouraged, "Many times the most sincere love is not that it didn't happen, but that you didn't find it..."

Goshawk gave him a blank look, ignored him and led the team away.

The gray cat smiled and threw two guns to Zhizhi, "I think you might be able to use it."

Zhizhi thanked him for taking the gun, and turned to look at the man beside him. Although he was dressed in black and black, he was not dirty at all after a fight. Then he looked at Diderot, staggering and covered in blood, looking at him like a desperate beast. Their faces have long been unable to distinguish the facial features, and they are thoroughly covered by pure red blood.

She raised her eyebrows and asked, "President, killing this kind of person will dirty your hands, can I do it?"

"Miss Song, whatever you want."

The eldest young master replied dotingly, looking at the slap she had been slapped by Diderot, and whispered, "There are five punches left, don't be lighter than mine."

Zhizhi raised the two guns and twirled them around in his hands, aimed the muzzle at Diderot, and smiled sweetly, "Mr. Diderot, you are the finale, you have to perform with your heart."

Diderot spat blood on the ground, stood up shaking his body, and stepped back, "You can't kill me, I won't die, I'll never die..."

Nangong Jue went to the front of the mechanical control, adjusted it a few times, turned on Jack's underground surveillance, and projected it directly onto the reflections on the four walls above the church, taking a clear picture of Diderot's panicked face...

The young master is so caring.

Zhizhi shot at the junction of his fragile left shoulder and arm accurately and accurately, his face turned cold instantly, "You want to be my son, have you got my consent?"

Diderot was shot, and ran forward holding his arms—

Another shot hit his right shoulder.

"This gun was shot for my son."

Zhizhi stepped forward steadily, and walked forward slowly, his eyes became more and more stern, "This shot was shot for Mrs. Meng."

A shot hit his spine, blood and flesh popped out.

Diderot's footsteps did not stop, and he continued to run forward, his eyes were cloudy, as if he was about to run to a bright place.

"This shot", Zhizhi fired again without hesitation, "It's for Lu Lan."

Shot at the junction of the joint of his left leg, Diderot staggered even more.

Where they walked, there was a line of human blood dripping along the road...

"Also, the Nangong family members who were killed by you, and those who died because of the experiment", this shot hit his right waist.

"Bai Xi, Ye Ran, the mask, and those who died from the experiment."

Zhizhi frowned, and fired several times.

Diderot was shot on the back, neck, and thigh... one after another, his footsteps became extremely slow, extremely slow, and finally he lost his support and fell to the ground.

"This shot," Zhizhi aimed at Diderot who kept climbing forward, pulled the trigger, and hit him on the right leg, "It's for Nangong Mo."

Diderot was shot densely all over his body, bleeding profusely, and mechanical parts were exposed in many parts of his body, leaving human-shaped bloodstains on the place where he climbed forward...

On the four big screens, his embarrassing appearance was finely interpreted. The few members of Jack's family who were still in the war of resistance were stunned and stopped moving. No one had ever seen Jack's boss running away in such a panic and facing a desperate situation...

This face is not just panic, not just fear, more, it is almost twitching and distorted terror.

Fear of death.

Jack, who has always regarded himself as arrogant and masterful in controlling everything else, almost convinced Diderot, who told Jack that everyone would have eternal life...would he be afraid of death?

Yes, I will be afraid.

If you die, you will lose too many things; even if you only have the fetters of hatred, you will still be reluctant to give up. Who would give up life easily?

But they don't understand that Diderot has never been fettered in his life. There is nothing in life and nothing in death. He is afraid of losing something...

Diderot climbed forward until he reached the end of the corridor, raised his hand towards the closed password door, and murmured, "Open...open it for me..."

Just when his hand was about to touch the button, a few stern scalpels suddenly flew behind him, piercing through the joints of his hands and feet, holding him firmly in place, unable to move a single point.

Diderot was blocked less than half a meter away from the door, and under the control of the flying knife, he lay on the ground, unable to move.

"An Yan just sent a reminder that there is a clone of Diderot's life-and-death backup in that door." Nangongjue's voice sounded behind Liaozhi, "After 1 minute, all the large serial bombs here will start to explode. There's no time to escape, Miss Song, it's time to end the curtain."

A massive explosion is about to start.

Jack's destruction is destined to end.

Zhizhi nodded and grabbed Nangongjue's hand, "We need to leave quickly."

Without saying a word, Nangong Jue picked up Zhizhi, and without waiting for her to resist, he announced domineeringly, "Don't refuse."

Zhizhi stuck out her tongue, didn't speak, buried her head in his chest, listened to the heavy heartbeat in his chest, closed her eyes, felt extremely relieved, and let Nangongjue lead her away from the underground that was about to be destroyed.

Although the time is critical, I also understand how dangerous it is to escape now.

But she just believed that with him, everything would be fine.

The time starts counting down.

Diderot was the only one left in the huge Jack headquarters. He struggled in pain and tried his best to touch the button of the electronic door with his bloody hand.

The entire underground is a rapid bomb countdown.

Everything about him...will be ruined.

don't want to die...

He didn't know why he didn't want to, but the residual memories in the chip told him that he must live.

Even if no one understands, and no one is with him, he has always persisted so stubbornly, alive...

What are you living for?

He can't remember.

His eyes were covered with blood, and Diderot heard a cracking sound from his right hand. It was the self-made mechanical hand that finally couldn't withstand multiple heavy blows and broke.

It is nearly half a meter away from the button...

His heart was like ashes, lying on the ground, looking at the white and conspicuous light, he murmured silently, "I don't want to die... Michelle... I don't want to die..."

Why, the name Michelle?

Why……

From another part of the corridor, came the sound of slow footsteps, dull, slow.

When Diderot heard it, surprise immediately appeared on his face, and he shouted with bloody eyes, "Du, Du, is that you?"

Du walked up to Diderot, looked down at the mass of blood and flesh, knelt down, his old voice was hoarse and choked, "Master."

"Du, hurry up! There is the last chip in this room, it only takes a few seconds to activate, you go in and activate another clone, there is a secret passage in the room, I will take you out of here..." Diderot's voice was hysterical, He ordered loudly and quickly, "Du, what are you still doing in a daze, why don't you go in quickly!"

"Master, he's right." Du replied faintly, and took out something from behind, "You're not living happily, the way to get rid of loneliness is to disappear, just disappear..."

"You are crazy!"

Diderot saw Du take out the gun and put it against the best position on the back of his head that could damage the memory chip, his face was extremely panicked, "Du, what are you doing! You forgot that you once swore to me that you will serve me forever to me..."

"I'm sorry, sir."

Du listened to the rapid time chimes around him, closed his eyes, and put his finger on the trigger, "It's my fault. It's been my fault since I took out the memory chip and found you. This is my atonement. I want to atone." ……must……"

"Du!" Diderot shouted loudly, twisting and struggling, "Du, I don't want to die, do, do..."

boom!

Gunshots rang out.

The countdown is over.

The bomb detonated with a bang.

Consciousness suddenly disappeared, and the strong burning smell from head to toe rushed straight into the stomach. Diderot closed his eyes, and fell into a sea of ​​flames with Du...

Michelle, do you have any wishes?

Diderot, I want to go to different places with you, meet different people, see different scenery, and live a different life.

When I cure you, I will take you wherever you want.

I want to go to Burano.

why?

There, there is something I like.

something you like

The most beautiful colors.

Michelle was sitting there, wearing a white dress, a beautiful wedding dress, she pointed in front of him, smiling meekly, this is our wedding vows, we made an appointment, don’t break your word, Di Delo.

Well, it's an appointment.

Sorry, Michelle, I missed my appointment.

I forgot my vows, even you.

Why are you afraid of death...

Why……

As long as I live, one day, I will think of you, Michelle, my Michelle.

(Thank you dear qq rice, blue enchantress 16223, narrow-minded 7373, always mighty for giving silent gold medals, and dear amy880709 for presenting silent red envelopes)