Chapter 2: Birth toward Death (3)

The room suddenly became quiet, Albert's gray eyes, like glass marbles, stared at him from behind the thick glasses, and slowly said: What you have to do now is to force a creature that does not belong to human society at all. Are you sure, is this really good for him?

Qingxiao was stunned and said without hesitation: Of course! If you knew how outstanding he was before, you would never ask this question. He told me that he would rather die than be a slave!

Albert was not moved by his passion and said calmly: But he is now a slave and has not committed suicide. Are you sure this is really his wish, not your idea?

Qingxiao heard his implicit voice and said solemnly: I am sure he is my best friend, and asked me to save him when I am absolutely awake and not let him become a slave.

Albert smiled silently and said meaningfully: Just a friend?

Qingxiao's heart moved, pondered for a moment, looked up at Albert's ruthless light gray eyes, and said word by word: No, he is my lover

After a brief silence, Albert sighed and said: Sorry, I didn't mean to find out about your sexual orientation. Although you were very dishonest to me, I still want to tell you something.

He knocked on the table gently, as if thinking about how to speak: You know I have many patients, but in fact I no longer accept new patients now, but do you know why I made an exception to you? It’s not because of the super high reward you promised, but because of you, Sanada Kiyoto because you are the closed disciple of Professor Eisenberg, of course, you have already left school now

Qingxiao's heart suddenly sank. Maybe the air conditioner was too high, so he felt a little chilled.

Albert said quietly: I don’t have much contact with Professor Eisenberg. Everyone is very busy. Most of them will meet when they hold international academic conferences. But I have a deep impression of him. It is not just because he is highly respected in the medical field. He is rigorous and spares no effort to help the backward. This is just a part of his many virtues. The most important thing is that he often agrees with me in his views on things. I am honored that he can treat me as a friend. However, among all the younger generations, he attaches great importance to you. His last student told me a lot of your things. I think he treats you as his son.

Qingxiao felt his heart was messy. Albert's light gray eyes flashed behind the resin lenses with unpredictable light. Under the eyes' stare, he felt like he was being peeled in public, and his face turned red and could not say a word.

However, Albert did not stop there, and the conversation continued: He told me that you are the son of a drug lord, but you are very ambitious, cut off relations with your family, and determined to develop an effective drug to eradicate people's dependence on drug addiction. You are also very talented. He is very optimistic about you and often sighs that he is old, but hopes that you can achieve results. When you decide to leave school, he was very sad and seriously ill.

Speaking of this, the voice of this man who had been cold and self-sustaining finally had a slight fluctuation: You said you found your friend in a low-level hotel. He had been abandoned by his master. On the verge of collapse, God knows how a slave who was trained to be so tame can leave his master and still support him. You obviously don't think I am a psychology expert but just a rookie with an IQ of less than 80, but I don't plan to ask, I don't want to know the real situation and have to call the police, nor do I want Professor Eisenberg to know what his beloved students have done.

Qingxiao was in a mess. The unconcealed contempt in Albert's eyes made him unable to resist. If it weren't for seeing Zero kneeling next door, he almost wanted to escape and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, but he is really important to me. Please help me... Are you a doctor? How can you see someone ruined like this?"

Albert said coldly: I will indeed help him. This is my duty as a doctor. Although you treat me like a fool and try to drag me into a criminal case, but I want to tell you, I don’t know how you can separate the slave from his master, but this is a stupid behavior. If the slave’s master is willing to cooperate with you, the anti-training work will be twice the result with half the effort. This slave lives in another world. His only connection with the outside world is that his master’s face-to-face communication for this slave. Traditional pipe-style face-to-face communication is not feasible. He can only adopt a wine-style infiltration method. Through his master exerting influence on him, your stupid behavior makes things difficult. He drags a mollusk out of his protective shell and faces the sun and rain directly. What do you expect to get? He can only get a dead snail. Right, I forgot that even if the snail is roasted to death by fire, it will still be shrunk in the shell.

He paused, and he said in a heavy tone: Only enthusiasm is not enough

Kiyoshi scolded him so much that he couldn't raise his head. In fact, since he first learned about the origin of Albert and his mentor, he did not dare to look straight with the other party. He turned his head awkwardly and stared at a pot of green plants in the corner of the house and said quietly: Yes, you are right, only enthusiasm is not enough, so I will turn to you.

Albert's cold face finally showed a smile, and the ice-like gray eyes began to feel warm, and said: Then my suggestion is that you should immediately resume your academic anti-training and do your best. If it doesn't work, don't accept the facts calmly and continue your original life. There is no need to blame yourself for what you can't do. Because the only tragedy that is more painful than the destruction of one person is the destruction of two people, especially you, Sanada Kiyoto, a doctor, not only belongs to his lover, but also to this society.

Qingxiao was silent. He looked at the clock in the observation room opposite and pointed at the six o'clock, making a crisp sound, crawling towards the food on the ground like a zero-conditioned reflex. Before he started eating, he looked at the door again, his eyes were painful and confused as if his heart was gently scratched by a thin knife. Qingxiao slowly said: Sorry, I can't do anything else when I see him like this.

He looked at his hand, his slender and powerful blood vessels blew up from his arm, and whispered: I love him

After a moment, Albert heard a sharp laugh: Love is so much that you can give up your future, or even have a conscience?

His voice returned to his usual mockery and said coldly: When you were eighteen years old, you once witnessed your best friend... When talking about the word "best friend", he smiled slightly and continued: Witness your best friend died in front of you, the helpless pain forced you to break with your family and embarked on a completely different path. You are so desperate to hope that Zero will return to normal, just to make up for the regrets that time?

Qingxiao raised his head quickly and looked at Albert in shock

Albert nodded calmly and said: Professor Eisenberg told me about this, including the boy's name, his name is Simon Andrews?

Qingxiao's face changed a lot, his pupils contracted, and he said: So what do you want to tell me?

Albert said expressionlessly: What I want to say is that the impact of that accident on you has been going on for the present day. Now your irrational enthusiasm for anti-teaching Zero is just a feeling of guilt from post-traumatic survivors, which is a kind of mild neurasthenia, although you think it is out of great and sacred love.

Silence fell into the room again, Kiyoko looked at the Mexican man in his forties opposite him in silence, his emotionsless gray eyes, thick lenses, and pale skin that had not been exposed to direct sunlight for a long time.

There is a saying you said right. Qingxiao said quietly, love is indeed not within your research scope. He stood up and bowed to Albert: Anyway, thank you for your help and advice

Then he pulled away from the air-conditioned office without looking back.

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It was already three o'clock in the morning when he made the decision. Qingxiao snatched out the cigarette butts in his hand, stood up, the coffee on the table was already cold, he drank it in one breath, walked into the bathroom, took a cold shower, the cold water stimulated his pores to shrink, but it also made his tired brain wake up. The refreshing mouthwash dispelled the smell of tobacco in his mouth, and he seemed to be alive again.

The water dripping flowed along his wet hair to his back, wet his bathrobe, he reached for the towel, but stopped, staring at himself in the mirror, the tall and arched man, his red-wire eyes, the miserable stubble and his loose shoulders, had just taken a cold bath, his skin was cool, but it was a little red and hot due to the vigorous rubbing. The strange contrast between cold and heat made him feel a little uneasy, just like in Albert's room with air conditioning, his heart was roasted by an inexplicable flame.

...The boy's name is Simon Andrews?

He smiled silently, wiped his hair dry in a few seconds, and began to shave the newly bought razor was too sharp. He accidentally cut a small hole in his chin. Bright red blood suddenly poured out of the white foam, and a stream of nameless karma rushed into his heart. He threw the razor angrily, pressing his hands dejectedly on the cold tiles on the washbasin, feeling unprecedented fatigue and helplessness

Always like this

The desolate years and the passing youth, what cannot be restored is the past, what cannot be looked forward to is the future

He stood in front of the cold reality of pig iron, smiled sadly, wiped his face, picked up the razor again and continued the unfinished project.

Fortunately, after everything was over, he felt a little relieved to see a man in the mirror who was not completely refreshed but at least in good spirits. His eyes were too deep and his eyes were a little red. With his angular face, he also had a kind of firm, sharp and rebellious long hair combed in the back of his head. At first glance, he looked like a white-collar worker who had just walked out of the office building and was still full of energy even though he had been staying up late.

Ah, the social elite, Huh? He curled his lips at himself in the mirror, and Albert's voice rang in his ears again: A doctor not only belongs to his lover, but also to this society

He couldn't help but sneer: What is the world? He is just a selfish man for a thousand years, two thousand years. Since humans as the main body of society have never made real progress, why do they need to be healthy?

He raised his right hand, gently kissed the skeleton flame ring, and murmured: I wish you all the best, my mascot

He stared quietly at the pale silver bones, turned around and walked into the darkness

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A gravel path leads to the end of the garden, where there is an inconspicuous two-story building, which is a long-abandoned worker's room corridor. Qingxiao walked to the basement and opened the iron door. The house was also pitch black. The man probably had already fallen asleep. Qingxiao sneered. He didn't care about waking the man out of his sleep. He pressed the switch on the wall next to the door. The white light illuminated the whole room. It was so bright that Qingxiao couldn't help but blink his eyes to adapt.

This is a remodeled basement, now a perfect cell without windows, even during the daylight is extremely dim, the walls and doors are filled with cork, even if the loud shouts, the sound cannot be transmitted to the outside world. The decorated wood chips and waste are not cleaned up, thrown in the corner in a mess, covered with dust, except for the simplest furniture and washing equipment, there is almost nothing in the house.

Qingxiao looked at his work with satisfaction, and his eyes suddenly narrowed. The man who he thought had fallen asleep had been sitting on the bed, looking at him coldly and coldly