"
Oswald was afraid that those handcuffs would rub against his finger bones again, so he closed it up and put it aside. He didn't answer Kevin's words, just stared at his hands and asked, "Didn't the wounds no longer appear in the past two days? What's going on today?"
In the past two days, there have been no wounds of any size on Kevin's body. Oswald even thought that he had fully recovered, and planned to lift him today. Unexpectedly, this situation happened again now.
Kevin shrugged, shook his head and said: "I don't know too well, I was telling a story to your little girl, and it suddenly became like this."
"Why hasn't it healed yet?" Oswald frowned, staring intently at Kevin's hands, barely blinking, looking very carefully, as if wanting to see every subtle change.
"I think it may not heal for a while." Kevin tried to move his fingertips, but found that they were a little slower than before, and he was almost out of control. Normally, the skin and flesh should have grown by at least half."
"Has this ever happened before?"
Kevin thought about it for a while, waved his hands and said, "How many years have I lived, how can I remember it so clearly, probably some."
As soon as Oswald heard him say ambiguous words such as "maybe", "maybe", "probably", his anger rose. It was as if he not only didn't care about pain, he didn't even care about life or death.
Live as long as you can, and if you get stabbed in the heart or encounter other dangers one day, you will die if you die. Oswald even felt that Kevin's mentality was completely contrary to ordinary people, as if the physical body was not important to him at all, and he didn't know whether it was enough to live too long or for some other reason.
But whatever the reason, this attitude seemed irritating to Oswald.
"You don't care about your own body at all?!" Oswald couldn't help but asked in a cold voice, "Is there any solution? Since you have lived for so long, there should be some solution?! "
Kevin glanced at him in surprise, "Why did you blow up all of a sudden?"
Oswald: "You!"
He choked after he said a word, and he seemed so angry that he didn't know what to say. He stared at Kevin coldly for a while, then lowered his head and wiped his face unbearably, and said stiffly: "Forget it." Now, just think about it and see if there is a way to deal with it, if you need anything or someone, I can send someone to find it.”
Kevin stared at his half-lidded eyelids for a while, then suddenly laughed, and said: "If I remember correctly... You were teased in a hurry when you were young, and you told me a few times that when you see me when you grow up, you must let me know." I came over with a smile and went back crying. Why did you change your mind now, and you are willing to run errands for me?"
With a pair of hands with only finger bones left, he managed to straighten his blood-soaked clothes, and said: "I found that I really don't understand the little devil's thoughts. There is such a difference between when I was a child and when I grew up..."
"..." Oswald saw that he was starting to chatter, he couldn't get angry, and couldn't say it for no reason, so he raised his eyelids and blocked him: "Don't make things difficult for your bald chicken paws." , as if the clothes could still be worn."
Seeing that he was finally being mean, Kevin said, "This is your usual style."
Oswald: "..."
"Don't look at me with a brick face," Kevin said. Seeing that Oswald's face became more stinky, he smiled and said something human: "I have been buried underground for so many years. It’s nothing to be able to defraud a corpse. This kind of skin and rotten flesh should have happened before. Anyway, it will always be fine in the end, so I didn’t pay attention. I probably didn’t explain it to you. The healing of the wound is actually It will be influenced by many factors.”
Oswald raised his eyes when he heard the words: "What factor?"
Kevin raised his finger and gestured outside the window: "For example, the environment, such as the weather, compared to—"
"Speak as you speak, can you stop gesticulating with your two paws?" Oswald stared at his fingers for a long time with an indescribable expression on his face, worried that the connection at the joints was not tight enough, no matter how much he moved Twice, those joints will fall off one by one.
"Tsk—" Kevin squinted at him, "Why are you so troublesome? I can't feel my fingers a little bit, and I can keep them flexible by moving them a little bit. Do you have any opinions?"
Oswald said coldly: "Yes."
Kevin: "Hold back."
He said that he suddenly remembered something, laughed narrowly, raised his hand and scratched Oswald's chin with the tip of his index finger: "Still