"There was an abnormal reaction in his brain waves." Stranger said: "This may be a sign that he is about to wake up."
The gunsmith watched the data on the computer fluctuate and replied: "You are a doctor, I am only responsible for reshaping the limbs." What he meant was, "I don't understand."
In the laboratory, in addition to the magic doctor and the gunsmith, Anshui is also assisting. These three people should have the deepest understanding of the eternal core among the reverse cross, except Tianyi and the consultant.
An Shui said: "Do you believe in the existence of the soul?"
"Ah... I have heard of the so-called theory of thirty-five grams and twenty-one grams." The gunsmith said: "But most of the people in our reverse cross are atheists. I know what the consultant said. He is not For those who are agnostic, whether you believe it or not depends on your mood.”
“I don’t think Dark Waters is about discussing faith,” Stranger said.
An Shui glanced at the doctor. Although there was only cyan light in this guy's eyes, you could still feel the movement of his gaze from his eyes: "Yes, what I want to say is, the so-called soul, if you want to quantify it In other words, it is the carrier of all memories and emotions of a person from the embryonic stage to the moment of death. This carrier is not entirely physiological, but something at the level of consciousness."
"Don't you think it's a bit jarring to say this from your mouth..." the gunsmith said.
"No, it is precisely because Dark Water has no emotions and is absolutely rational and objective that it can conduct in-depth analysis of similar things." Stranger said: "I can imagine that from the perspective of a creature without emotions, from From the perspective of a bystander, how do we look at this problem that has troubled mankind for a long time?"
An Shui nodded and continued what he just said: "I think that if the theory of the soul is true, the Blood Owl has died once. At this moment, his soul is going through some kind of self-saving journey, trying to re-establish the relationship with our world. The connection. This process is what people often call - redemption."
The gunsmith smiled: "This reminds me of that... I once read a novel about a similar story."
"That is to say. His three souls and seven souls can only return to the human body after returning to the physical body." Zuo Dao walked into the laboratory. He happened to hear what An Shui said just now, and then he added: "It turns out it's just a small matter like this. When Pindao opens the altar, let's do a spiritual summoning array for him... "
"Do you think the boss will agree to your making such a fuss?" Zuo Dao hadn't finished speaking. Stranger interrupted.
"Haha... Actually, I was just talking casually..." Zuo Dao said with a smile: "If the blood owl knows that I have engaged in similar activities after his resurrection, I am afraid he will use this as a reason to kill me."
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There seemed to be a howling wind in the distant sky, but Blood Owl didn't pay attention to it. He continued to move forward along the road in the black-toned world.
The moon is white. His shadow is also white, and light is an invisible thing in this world. Everything is black and white, whether it is bright or not, it does not affect what is seen visually.
The sound of vehicles driving came again behind him, from far to near.
The blood owl turned around and saw a convertible sports car with three young people sitting on it. The driver was a young girl. She has a hot figure, wearing a low-cut T-shirt, hot pants, and sunglasses. The other two young men were also fashionably dressed, with none of their tattoos and earrings missing. At the moment, the two were having a passionate sex in the back seat, as if they didn't care that they were in a high-speed car. His clothes were all tangled together, and he almost had to take off his pants.
This time the blood owl didn't even make a hitchhiking gesture. The sports car stopped next to him.
"Hey, Chefer. Where are you going alone?" The sexy beauty in the driver's seat raised her head, pushed her sunglasses down slightly, and looked at the blood owl with eyes.
The blood owl didn't even open the car door. He jumped into the car with one hand and sat next to the beautiful woman: "Drive, Lynn."
Lynn put on her sunglasses again, with a slight smile on her lips, "I didn't know our nerds actually had such a side."
The blood owl didn't say anything, just looked ahead.
Lynn stepped on the accelerator and the car sped out. She still said as if she was chatting with the blood owl: "I've been paying attention to you, Chefer. You are different from other classmates. You have a maturity that high school students don't have." .”
The Blood Owl had heard this passage before, so as Lynne narrated it, the memory gradually became clearer.
"Those boys think it's cool to have Chinese characters tattooed on their necks and arms, or to have weird hairstyles, beards, earrings, and nose rings." Lynn continued: "If someone is disgusted with their behavior , they will say 'Hey! I am so rebellious by nature, if you have a problem with being unconventional, why don't you get out of here?' Hahaha..." She likes to laugh and gives people a very lively feeling, "But In my opinion, those guys are nothing, just like racists. They can't find superiority anywhere except their own skin color and nationality. And those so-called 'rebellious' boys can only use their appearance. They use form to cover up their lack of connotation. In fact, it is in their hearts that they care most about the opinions of others.
But that's different with you, Chefer. Other boys say you're stuck in a rut and follow the rules. Do they think they are rebellious? forget it. Children like you who spend twenty hours in the library are the crazy ones who really don't care about other people's opinions. That's called rebellion. "
When Lynn finished saying this, Blood Owl also remembered that this should be the first confession he heard. There are two points to note here. First, it may not sound like a confession, but just a compliment. But everyone knows that in high school, if the beautiful girl who is secretly in love with 90% of the boys takes the initiative to chat with you and compliments you, then the dirty conspiracy in her heart has already been exposed; the second point is What it means is that at the age of seventeen, the Blood Owl had a regular hairstyle and a pair of glasses to pretend to be gentle. He held books all day long and haunted the dark corners of the library. Even the way he dressed was to cover up his appearance. Strong muscles. But none of this could hide his resolute face and penetrating gaze like an action movie star. If the Blood Owl had joined the football team back then, he might have become the top brother in high school. It's just that as he grows older, the Blood Owl gradually realizes the importance of keeping a low profile, so he chooses to maintain his nerdy image. Therefore, don't think that it is strange for him to be confessed by a girl. This guy has always been a hot commodity.
"Why don't you speak? Chefer," Lynn said.
"Maybe he just got high, hahaha! Woo!" the boy in the back seat shouted loudly, and then kissed the girl next to him.
"I remember... he is your brother." Blood Owl said to Lynn.
"What's wrong with you today? Chefer, what happened?" Lynn stopped smiling and asked with concern.
"I killed him." Blood Owl replied.
"What did you say?" Lynn opened her mouth in surprise.
At this time, the blood owl turned around, and the two young men in the back seat who were still alive and kicking just now turned into two cold corpses in a second.
Black and white clips flashed before the blood owl's eyes like a slide. He looked at the girl's body and said: "The broken wrist bone should have been caused by a blunt instrument such as an iron rod or a wooden stick." He stated in a doctor's tone. , or a detective. The picture in front of him at the moment was an alley with brick walls on both sides. Behind a wire door, there were several trash cans piled up. A woman in a long skirt turned her back to him, and a man He swung the iron rod at her.
"That was... the graduation prom." When the blood owl said this, a dark and empty environment appeared in front of his eyes. White cylindrical lights fell from above his head. Where the lights focused, the young Chef Chilios Lynn, who was wearing a tuxedo and bow tie, and a backless evening gown, was snuggling in his arms and dancing three steps.
"We are dancing, and your brother is killing people." The blood owl's eyes returned to the girl's body in the back seat: "The dislocated collarbone should have been caused by the impact with the ground. There are bruises on the neck, indicating that she Her neck was strangled tightly with her hands... She struggled to survive, but it was obviously not very successful.
Blood condensed in her mouth, and she knew she was going to die in that dirty alley. Her arms and elbows were covered with abrasions and deep cuts, indicating a fierce struggle. I could even imagine her screaming at the top of her lungs..."
"Cheever... you..." Lynn stopped the car, and she didn't know what kind of eyes she was looking at the blood owl under her sunglasses.
"These are just fragments of my memory." Blood Owl said, "I know so much in detail because I finally found the body and dissected her." He looked at Lynn next to him again: "Your brother is here After taking an overdose of psychedelic drugs, he accidentally discovered his girlfriend's infidelity, so he committed an impulsive murder. The motionless body made him regain some sanity, and he hid the body in the garbage. , fled home." He paused; "I still remember that you were standing on the porch of your home kissing me goodbye, and your brother came to us in panic like a madman. He was very scared, and the fear had already It made him almost crazy, and he told what he had just done, and then... when you persuaded him to surrender, he went crazy, and he broke the window glass next to him and rushed towards you. "
The blood owl sneered: "I killed him in front of you, it was as easy as tearing off the wrapper of potato chips, and after you fainted from the fright, you will have to accept it every week for the rest of your life. Psychological counseling until marriage."
A ray of breeze blew by, and Lynn beside him disappeared, going away with the wind like sand and dust.
"Why didn't you kill Lynn?" Another blood owl's voice sounded again. To be continued. .