I'm the former civilized Yingjie

The desire was flushed away by reason, and he suddenly calmed down a lot. He stroked his chin and analyzed Mebius's tactics.

On purpose, definitely on purpose.

It would be too stupid to choose to be fooled even after seeing the problem, so Ryan chose to ignore it, opened his laptop, and wrote a few hundred words. He felt upset for some reason and kept glancing towards the kitchen.

Damn, it’s such mental torture.

He locked up the computer and slowly stood up and walked to the kitchen. He wanted to think of a way to expose Mebius' conspiracy, but as soon as he reached the kitchen——

thump.

There was a muffled sound, blood splashed everywhere, a fish head rolled on the ground, and Mebius turned around with a bloody sharp knife.

"You want to teach me what to do?"

Gollum.

Ryan swallowed, seeing the blood on Mebius's fair face, and slowly backed away.

"No, I'm just bored and want to chat with you."

"That's pretty much it." Mebius squatted down and picked up the fish head, rinsed it with water, looked at it in his hand, and simply threw it into the boiling pot, "Just tell me what you have to say, and don't disturb me while I'm cooking." .”

Is it okay to just throw the fish head into plain water and boil it without removing the fishy smell? And why do you put curry powder in it?

Ryan was a little confused about the routine, so he took off the assigned apron from the wall and threw it directly.

"Put this on first. It's hard to wash your clothes if they get dirty."

"Klein washes it anyway, okay, I have to be considerate of others." Mebius slowly put it on, tied his long green hair into a ponytail, and then turned around.

"How does it look?"

Just by changing her hair style and wearing an apron, Mebius's impression changed again. She had a "virtuous" temperament about her, just like a housewife.

Of course, it would be better if you don't hold the kitchen knife like you're doing surgery.

"Suddenly, I felt a sense of family warmth, as if I had returned to a comfortable haven after a busy day." Ryan replied seriously. There was no need to deceive himself.

family?Warmth?

Mebius was stunned for a moment and shook his head slightly: "I can't understand this feeling. It sounds a bit disgusting."

"It's not like you just jumped out of a crack in a stone and didn't even feel it for a moment?" Ryan asked casually. In fact, he didn't like to ask others about their previous experiences.

"Of course I have parents, if that ugly thing can be called father." Mebius spoke indifferently, as if he was telling someone else's story.

She was born with thinking and independent consciousness, and could even speak.Mebius's mother passed away very early, and his father, a pharmacist, was not knocked down by life until he became terminally ill and his temperament changed drastically due to the side effects of the medicine.

Relying on drugs every day, eating and waiting for death, these ordinary girls would only feel tired and distressed, but Mebius was different. She realized the fragility of life.

"The side effects of these drugs mercilessly kidnap their nerves and even tamper with their cognition, easily destroying all a person's emotions and personality and turning him into another person."

"Since then I have discovered how fragile and ridiculous human beings are, and I will never become someone like him."

Mebius's expression was very cold, which made Ryan frown. He finally understood why she was so obsessed with evolution.

"What you crave is not evolution itself, but the sense of security that evolution brings?"

"Well, as my horizons broadened, I discovered that that disease was nothing at all. There are more terrifying things in this world, just like running in the dark. Once you stop, you will be swallowed up." Mabey Us's trademark sneer.

Every pervert has a childhood full of pain. This sentence is indeed correct.

Ryan was silent and asked: "So you don't hate him?"

"Why do you want to hate? All I have left is pity, although this kind of pity only stimulates that ridiculous self-esteem." She touched her cheek, as if she could feel the remaining pain from the slap, "So Ryan, why do you want to Looking for power?"

"At the beginning, I just wanted to survive." Ryan leaned against the door frame, feeling that he was very similar to Mebius. He also had a mind from birth, so he seemed precocious.

"It took a lot of effort to come to this world. It's really unacceptable to accept your fate without giving it a try."

"Well, it's very vulgar, but the core idea is the same as mine. It's a survival instinct. What happened next?"

What is vulgarity, this is purity.

Lane did not correct him and continued: "Then I responded to another instinct, a stronger instinct."

"what?"

"Explore the unknown and turn the impossible into the possible, so that you are not only alive, but also have the quality of being alive." Ryan clenched a fist with one hand, feeling the power of this body, "I responded to instinct, and instinct gave me back more powerful power. Then use this power to turn more impossible things into reality!”

Sounds very...idealistic?

Mebius pondered for a moment and felt that this instinct was somewhat similar to his desire for immortality and evolution, but also completely different. He couldn't find an accurate word to summarize it for the moment.

"It's not just exploration, it has nothing to do with rescue. Killing is just a by-product..."

"You can tolerate the unknown, but you cannot tolerate the unknowable; you can accept destruction, but you cannot tolerate the inevitable; you can be afraid, but you must take a step forward." Ryan interrupted Mebius's self-talk and looked at the shrinking snake eyes. , gave the answer.

"This is my way of survival and development."

......

The mountains blocked the sun, and the deep valley was pitch black. Only the dim purple light illuminated the silver iron gate on the rock wall.

A detector-like thing was placed next to the door, making a soft beep in the breeze, and the electronic light flashed with scarlet numbers.

Da da da.

As footsteps sounded, a gentleman wearing a double-breasted tuxedo came to the door. He lightly pressed his hat and glanced at the silver iron door with his pale blue eyes, then turned his attention to the instrument.

"700HW?"

After observing for two seconds, he stepped forward with some doubts and placed his palm on the surface of the door. In an instant, the door was covered with thick white ice, and then flicked his fingertips.

Ding--

The door, which was several meters thick and made of several composite materials, shattered, revealing a hole just big enough for one person to walk forward. The Herrscher of Ice looked to the side again. The detector was jumping up the numbers crazily, and The trees beside the door are dying rapidly.

"Sure enough, they are the only ones who know how to cover up the products of human civilization."

He glanced at the padding inside the door, stepped inside the door, and with a quick glance, he saw a huge hole inside.

The mountains were almost hollowed out, and the steel tracks went straight into the depths. A train tilted at the door, and dozens of humans fell around.

They are not dead yet, they are strangling their necks with both hands, their bodies are twitching constantly, their protruding eyeballs are bloodshot, and large swaths of white foam are spitting out of their mouths.

More painful than death.

The Herrscher glanced at them, and continued to move forward without expression, bypassing the train, and then slowly raised his head.

There is a short figure sitting on the steel beam. She has short shoulder-length hair, loose dark blue clothes, a pair of white and slender legs swinging back and forth, and she is humming an unknown song.

The melody is brisk, but it seems very strange in this underground place where only death cries are left.

"Are you here?" The girl stopped singing, lowered her head, and looked at her kind. "I don't understand why they are so stupid. Just to get a possibility, they are blinded by greed."

"So they succeeded. I will slowly give them death as a thank you. Haha, how about you feel like every capillary bursts and your spirit remains high? How about just persisting like this for three days?"

The Herrscher of Ice did not answer. He knelt on the ground and took out a document from the arms of a fat old man in his 60s or [-]s. He flipped through a few pages and then stopped.

"Research on the Possibility of Creating the Herrscher Carrier in Advance and Arriving with Precision"

The gentleman-like man raised his eyebrows and threw the document back into the vomit. Unexpectedly, humans had found a pattern.

When the collapse of the world can accumulate to a certain critical point, and there happens to be a suitable carrier, the Herrscher will have a certain probability of coming here.

"It seems that they are not planning to ambush you, otherwise you should encounter him and them."

Hey.

The girl on the ceiling jumped down and spun around in her bare feet among the hellish drawings.

"So, I gave them thanks. It was originally supposed to be ten days, but now it has been reduced to three days. Maybe this is what humans call kindness~"

The Herrscher of Ice stood there, staring at the "joyful" kindred spirits, like a gentleman admiring a lady's dance. He had no intention of exploring what "kindness" meant, so he simply said:

"Unlock your authority, the energy hasn't spread out yet."

"You want to save them? Why?" The girl stopped, leaning forward with her hands behind her back, looking innocent.

"The experience from death to life is worthy of being called a miracle. You know very well what they desire, and for your authority, these desires are nothing more than a simple effort."

"Of course it's easy, so why?"

The Herrscher of Ice glanced at this newly born kindred creature, and there was no need for a long discussion between the Herrschers.

"Because they are more useful alive than dead."

Chapter 183: Have you been fooled, idiot!

"Cheers to us getting to know each other better."

bang.

The two cups of coffee clinked in a nondescript manner. Ryan took a sip of the iced coffee and glanced at Mebius, who was smiling. He felt that she was in a good mood.

Then he picked up the chopsticks and was stunned on the spot, not knowing what to do.

The table was full of dark food. There were two fish heads in the dark soup, with pale eyes staring at him, and a plate of black charcoal-like material. If he remembered correctly, this should be fried fish. Eggs are the right thing.

"Look, what are you looking at? This is all because you were chatting with me!" Mebius noticed Ryan's eyes, blushed and argued forcefully.

Yes, yes, it's my fault again.

Ryan was too lazy to talk to her, so he took a piece of crumbled fish and put it into his mouth. The excitement in his mouth almost made him spit it out.

It's bitter, dry, and even has a mushroom flavor. Being able to make it look like this is considered a skill, it's almost the other extreme.

"How do you feel? Can you eat it?" Mebius asked excitedly, his eyes clearly saying:

If you dare to dislike me, I will get angry.

Gollum.

So Ryan swallowed it forcefully and tried his best to smile: "It's edible if it's edible. By the way, you didn't put anything weird in it."

Weird stuff?Hey, why didn't I expect that since he has relaxed his vigilance, isn't there an opportunity to take advantage of him?

"No, I forgot. No, I don't put things around."

What the hell is forgetting, and why are you so full of regret?

Ryan was almost stunned by this shamelessness. He will have to be more careful in the future, but this time it is clean.

As soon as I relaxed, the dark food became delicious. I ate and covered my face again.

I'm afraid it's not a serious illness.

"Okay, you must have something serious to do when you come all the way here."

"not at all."

"Then you just want to mess with me?"

"Nonsense!" Mebius's voice became sharp, and he held his chin muffledly, "I think you like this feeling, so I will reward you specially."

This feeling?Do you think I'm a masochist or a taste idiot?

Oh, that's the kind you're talking about.

Ryan reacted and snorted: "You must have tricked it from Sakura."

Sakura once asked him which moment he missed the most, and Ryan replied that the days in the Lion City were extremely dull and occasionally warm.

The years always flow by inadvertently, and I don’t feel the urgency of the end.

Mebius nodded first, then shook his head violently, and muttered: "I figured it out myself."

"You have to figure it out...forget it. In short, you guessed it right. The road to open up is infinite, but there is always a starting point, whether it is a train or a cabin. After each journey, there is always There is a place to go back to.”

Ryan ate the dark food and spoke slowly, making Mebius's eyebrows twist like caterpillars.

It turns out there is a saying that there is an anchor point on the journey to infinity, which is invisible and intangible, and is very philosophical.

"No wonder you like to be nosy."

Ryan's eyes were deep: "Whether it's a train or a cabin, there must be people there to make it meaningful."

He saw Mebius lost in thought, sighed softly, stood up as if lonely as snow, and gently pushed the woman's hand away.

"Let me wash it. Think carefully about whether it makes sense."

"Oh, it is indeed a serious philosophical question."

Ryan looked into his dead eyes, turned around silently, and then grinned inch by inch.