Heartbreaker

Chapter 110 The Ink Bottle

"Happiness, sorrow, anger, fear..."

Wash Polu slipped into the bishop's library at dusk and marveled at the rows of gilt-covered tomes.

He glanced at the closed door guiltily, lit the candle he brought, put it aside, and searched for books on emotions one by one.

In the past few days, he basically browsed the church's study room. Except for those boring collections of records, the black-robed monk focused on searching for records related to "joy, sorrow, anger, and fear", but unfortunately found nothing.After personally identifying the notches on the wall, Vash vaguely felt that there was a huge secret hidden in them, and he stood on the edge and hesitated to probe.

He finally decided to take the risk and enter the bishop's private library.Because he had a good conversation with Douglas before, the young bishop had already handed him a bunch of keys, saying that the keys on them could open any door of the church.

"The whole church is open to you if you want, Wash."

At that time, he met Douglas' eyes, and felt an inexplicable pain in his heart for the first time.He was afraid of offending the majesty of the bishop, but he did not expect Douglas to be magnanimous to him, without putting on the bishop's airs at all, and there was even a kind of sincerity in his eyes.

There were more than a dozen books on a shelf, and Vash scanned the spines of the books one by one, and was attracted by an unknown cowhide book.That book didn't have a gorgeous packaging like other books, but it exuded a mysterious atmosphere, which made the black-robed monk couldn't help taking it down.

He opened the title page and saw that it said: "To my friend."

"Friend?" Wash Polu secretly asked, "Could it be that friend of Bishop Hayden?"

He turned another page and saw a few large characters:

"What would happen if a person didn't have a heart?"

The black-robed monk asked in surprise: "If a person doesn't have a heart, he will die?"

Although his intuition told him so, Vash felt that this sentence was far from being so simple.He quickly flipped through the remaining pages of the book, and found that it was not an engraved treatise, but a collection of manuscripts.

【Eyes, the props for distinguishing colors and shapes, are a kind of reflection of the world.Seemingly thorough, actually represents superficiality and stupidity.What is only seen by the eyes, if it has not undergone the analysis of the brain and the response of the heart, there is a high probability that it will be false...]

[The brain is the real ruler of the whole body.Although it has complex thinking and regulation mechanisms, it actually represents selfishness and cowardice.To seek good luck and avoid evil, seek advantage and avoid harm, without the interference of the eyes and the torment of the heart, and only relying on the brain to survive, is the simplest way...]

【Heart, the vital pump of the human soul.The heart is the core that determines a person's soul, and it is also the organ closest to the individual, representing love and desire...]

Unknowingly, the sky was getting dark, and the black-robed monk was immersed in the theory of this book, and it took a long time to realize that he should be looking for a treatise related to emotions.

"Eyes, brain, heart..." Vash put the book back and muttered to himself, "What an interesting connection."

The bishop's private library didn't have too many books. Just as the monk was patiently flipping through the books, the dim candlelight suddenly went out, and a mysterious voice sounded in the shadows.

"Hello, Wash Poru."

Vash screamed and almost dropped the book in his hand to the ground.The burly figure walked among the rows of wooden bookshelves, and soon stopped in front of him.

The other person in front of him grabbed his shoulder, and the black-robed monk suddenly flashed and ran towards the door!He turned around immediately after stepping out of the door, trying to lock the door of the study room, but he was still a beat behind the swift black shadow.

"Boom!"As soon as the opponent collided, the violent impact directly knocked Vash to the ground.After the figure walked out of the study room, he specially stood at the gate to prevent the monk from escaping.

Wash Polu swallowed nervously, and hastily grabbed a paper knife from the bishop's desk, clutching it tightly.He watched as the other party lighted the candlestick unhurriedly, and the light filled a small room.

After seeing the man's face, Vash said in surprise, "It's you, Dr. Zhan Lifu!"

The burly doctor in a white robe twisted his neck and said with a sneer, "Brother Bolu, do you still remember that doctor who was beaten by the bishop in front of everyone last time and was so embarrassed?"

The doctor approached the trembling monk step by step, and said fiercely: "That's right, it's me."

Wash said nervously, "What are you going to do, Dr. Jenliv?"

Zhan Lifu grinned and said: "Brother Bolu, I am also a high-ranking doctor in the rat cage, and I am also the first batch of experimenters in human body transformation. Before you came to the rat cage, good order was maintained there. And I have won the trust of the bishop, and I have obtained nearly half of the supervision rights of the rat cage."

"For many years, with the efforts of us doctors, the rat cages have been managed in an orderly manner. Those test subjects are as pitiful as little mice, and they dare not tell us what to do."

Vash was extremely indignant when he heard it, and although he didn't dare to curse under Zhan Lifu's wolf-like gaze, he still spoke harshly: "Use human beings as a test, and damage the body created by the Lord. Your actions should be punished." To punishment!"

Zhan Lifu sneered and said: "This is also the reason why I want to smash your head, Wash Polu. The church conducts human experiments, and even the emperor has no objection. God, what did he say? On the contrary, you are a fucking person." The nameless stinky monk, there is something plausible there!"

The brain and rationality told Vash Polu at this moment to shut up and not to provoke the other party anymore, but the black-robed monk couldn't hold back the anger and shouted: "No matter who I am, I am qualified to accuse you of crimes. !"

Zhan Lifu sneered a few times, and took out a ball of thread with a lot of needles, a pair of scissors, and other shiny silver surgical tools from his pocket.Vash was flickered by the cold light on the blade, stepped back a few steps, but touched the hard table.

The doctor looked at the frightened monk, and smiled unscrupulously: "Oh, look at your frightened appearance, how pitiful. The doctor is merciful, how about it, Brother Bolu, I will give you a choice."

He waved the sharp scissors and smiled gently: "If you use these scissors to cut your monk's robe and swear that you will never be a monk praying to the Lord again, I will spare you and let you leave this door. "

"No." With cold sweat on his hands, Vash shook his head firmly, "Even if I die, I will not give up following the great Lord. The practice of forcing people to give up their faith is despicable and despicable, no wonder you can say such words, Doctor Jenliv."

The monk's eyes flickered, but within a split second, his collar was already grabbed by the burly doctor, and he was dragged to the table!

"Oh!" Vash snorted in pain, and was pressed firmly by the doctor on the oak table, as if his head was clamped by a steel plate.Zhan Lifu played with the needle and thread ball in his hand, glanced at the whimpering monk, and said with a ferocious face: "I just thought of a good idea. Before I sew up your nasty mouth, I should let you try it." What is 'a little bitterness'."

The monk stared wide-eyed in astonishment, watching the doctor pick up the ink bottle on the table, unscrew the cap, and the black ink slowly flowed towards him.

"Hahaha, you have to swallow every drop, monk!"

As he spoke, the grinning doctor pinched the monk's jaw tightly, forcing him to open his mouth.Vash struggled, and immediately felt the cold and bitter ink being poured into his mouth.

hum.

A smooth and round touch swept across the throat and was swallowed into the stomach.Ink was dripping from the corner of Vash's mouth, his eyes were dull, and there was a colorful scene speeding through his mind——

…Joy, sadness, anger, and fear are the four basic human emotions defined by me…

...they are closely related and can be converted into each other under certain conditions.For example, the emotion of joy can make the emotion of sadness disappear, and the emotion of anger can cover up the emotion of fear to a certain extent...

...The emotions of the same individual, and the emotions of different individuals, can affect each other and interfere with each other...

At the end of the memory, the figures of everyone appeared in Vash's mind.A smiling old man with a white face was Bishop Baldwin. They gathered around a wide round table and discussed in low voices.At the end of the round table, Wash saw the pale profile of Douglas Hayden.

...This article by Wash Polu violates the prohibitions and rules...

...He needs to be punished for this heinous remark...

Physician Zhan Lifu quickly noticed the abnormality.Seeing that Vash's eyes were empty, and his pupils dilated and constricted, he suddenly felt anxious, squeezed the monk's jaw and threatened, "Do you want to play dumb, monk?"

He glanced at the empty ink bottle, narrowed his eyes and said, "Apart from ink, what else have you swallowed?"

Wash Polu stared at the ceiling without saying a word.

...The body that has undergone human transformation is not indestructible...

...For example, the eyeball is the weakest point, it is difficult to strengthen the eye mask...

Zhan Lifu slapped the other party angrily, grabbed the monk by his collar, and shouted: "Tell me!"

Swish it.The doctor blinked for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, the ink-smeared monk raised the paper knife in his hand and stabbed straight at his eyeballs!

"what--!!"

The screams hit the windowpane, combined with the rustling of the branches outside being blown by the wind, it was especially shrill.

****

I haven't seen such a pure starry sky for a long time.When the last person crawled out of the secret passage, we stood at the door of the Santa Maria Cathedral, with smiles weeping with joy on our faces.

"Thank you very much, sir!"

I sat on the side with a blank face, listening to those people's words of gratitude, there was no fluctuation in my heart, and I just twitched the corners of my mouth symbolically.

"The way ahead, you go on your own. No one can be responsible for the future of others, at least I can't."

At this moment, I really want to smoke a cigarette to relieve my depressed mood.A young woman with waist-length hair came over, wearing a baggy hospital gown, full of affection.

I squinted and thought she might be the pink-crested jellyfish I had seen before.

The others walked and scattered, and in the blink of an eye, we were the only ones left at the door of the church.I stared at the cracks in the rocks and heard her say, "Mr. Lemon, are you not leaving?"

I said dumbly, "I should ask you this."

The woman wrung her hands coyly, and said to me: "Actually, I'm just a homeless woman who was deceived by some hateful man and sold here as a test subject."

I said nothing.She continued: "During the days in the rat cage, I thought I was going to die several times... Fortunately, I met you..."

"Stop talking." I said, "The road ahead, you can go on your own."

"And you?" she said, "do you have somewhere to go, Mr. Lemon?"

"Yes." I casually played with my fingers, "Go to death."

"Really?"

"real."

She was hoarse, her eyes were moist, and she looked at me with complex emotions: "I don't believe it."

"uh-huh."

"You've been waiting here."

"so what?"

"People who are attached don't want to die," she said. "You are waiting for that gentleman who can float—it should be a ghost. You are waiting for him to come to you, right?"

I stare blankly at the soft moonlight.

"Maybe."

After a long time, I spit out a few words and felt a heavy weight off my shoulders.

She sat by my side for a while, probably also feeling disheartened, stood up slowly, stepped on the thin cloth shoes, and walked across the street.

"Goodbye, sir." She stood alone on a lonely street corner, and cast a last glance at me, "I hope you will be happy."

At the door of Santa Maria Cathedral, I was the only one left.

I sat under a tree branch that was blowing in the night wind, staring at the rotating clock, silently counting the time.Half an hour had passed since we successfully escaped, and Luo hadn't come out yet.

I turned around twice in place, and my hair was blown by the wind like wildly dancing water plants.Santa Maria Cathedral is not too far from the palace, as long as I slip away now and take advantage of a day or two to prepare weapons and costumes, I can immediately seek revenge on that bastard Elliott.

Aren't you looking for death, Lemon Bonespur?You are a self-inflicted fool, why do you care so much?

Still care what he does?

I stood in the night wind, and the coolness penetrated into my bones.The Santa Maria Cathedral is surprisingly quiet tonight, and who would know the conspiracy behind the bright moonlight.I went to the place of escape, lifted the slate, and gazed into the mouth of the abyss.

"Ro, I'm here to find you."

Facing the unfathomable darkness, I said: "If you dare to say that I have hindered you, I will kiss you in the way you feel most ashamed of."