There was no one in the room, and Anthony was eager to enjoy what Xie Qingcheng had.

Although the brainwashing continues, He Yu is connected to many pipes, Anthony dare not do anything, but by giving He Yu the pretext of appeasement and hypnosis, he approached the past mysteriously, face to face Facing the unconscious He Yu, he sat down on the chair.

He leaned into He Yu's arms, and the bliss of stealing came up again. With a flash in his mind, he pressed He Yu's shoulder and deliberately imitated what he saw on the video. Yes, Xie Qing's attitude.

Such imitation made him feel as if he had become his cousin, and his face flushed with excitement.

Nothing happened, but he still raised his head, like a dream, and sighed in self-intoxication - he was too infatuated with the joy of taking Xie Qing's place instead .

Replace...Replace!

He replaced Xie Qingcheng today, and he can replace Duan Wen tomorrow!

He used to have nothing, and in the future he will surely get everything he wants.

Xie Qingcheng...that's how he used to dominate this man...he understood his brother's perspective, tried to figure out his brother's heart, his dry and twisted soul was deeply touched by this false sense of satisfaction Moisturized.

"Little devil...my brother did he call you that?" Anthony moved his hand to He Yu's cheek, raised his face, and hypnotically comforted him with a perverted tenderness .

"Look, I can call you that too. I can give you whatever you desire... Little by little, accept all our ideas..."

"Stand on my side and you won't hurt anymore, give up resistance and you won't hurt anymore..."

As Anthony said, he glanced at the monitor next to him.

It is a satisfying change.

His hypnosis works.

Anthony couldn't help but feel excited.

It seems that he can persuade He Yu to rely on this kind of hypnosis, which is best, not too violent, and if it is brainwashed like this, when He Yu wakes up, he will definitely be very depend on him.

He murmured softly on his cheek.

"You're going to take everything I want for me...and then kill the person I hate the most with your own hands, you know?"

His fingertips stroked He Yu's pale cheeks, hung down, and slowly swirled around the young man's chest.

Anthony's eyes flashed with a perverted intimacy and enthusiasm: "Kill him for me, get everything for me, and sleep with me... let me have everything he ever had In vain, I saved you and comforted you."

"I gave you your life, you must be grateful, my lovely baby."

He is like a viper, eager to entangle him, and greedily draw from him everything he desires.

He grinned like a madman: "Quickly complete the transformation...Quickly wake up...Quickly..."

The number on the monitor representing wakefulness in the brain keeps dropping.

The corners of Anthony's mouth became more and more exaggerated: "Yes...that's it...accept all the brainwashing...all..."

He opened and closed between his breaths, as if he was murmuring.

"What are you talking about, my good boy?" Anthony's eyes flashed with excitement, he put his face very close to him, and listened.

“…Thanks…”

After a while, the joy on Anthony's face was swept away.

His face suddenly became extremely gloomy, even fierce.

Because he heard He Yu muttered under such strong pressure and brainwashing, it was the itchy name that made him hate it.

—“Xie Qingcheng…”

He was still mumbling Xie Qingcheng!

Xie Qingcheng...Xie Qingcheng!

It turned out that he was hypnotized as Xie Qingcheng, and then the subconscious cooperated like this...

The monitoring sobriety values ​​have fallen below single digits, but He Yu is still calling that person!

Why? Is he the last thread of his last bridge to the world? ! Could it be that all your thoughts just now were self-indulgent? !

Anthony straightened up abruptly, stood up, and stared condescendingly at the young man in the electric chair who was heavily strangled.

Too humiliating... humiliating!

Almost knocked down the bite stopper.

"Toast, don't eat and drink fine! Bitch!"

"Listen to me... From now on, there will be no Xie Qingcheng, only me - Xie Lishen!"

He grabbed He Yu's shirt, and the light of jealousy danced wildly in his eyes.

"Only me! Got it? Got it?! You bitch!"

Anthony gasped, what a gentle brainwashing...what a gentle reassurance! Wasting time... it's all wasting time! He gave up...he just felt so disgusting! He should have come hard from the start!

Enraged and heart-burning, Anthony gritted his teeth and said, "You brought it all... He Yu... You brought it on yourself! You can't blame me!" After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pressed it hard. On the brainwashing **** of the electric chair, instantly adjust the power to the maximum value that will make the sufferer extremely painful!

This kind of brainwashing is extremely brutal, and its power is enough to destroy the consciousness of hundreds of people.

every inch of flesh.

"You brought it all on your own!" Anthony yelled at him.

His five internal organs were burning, his internal organs were smashed into pieces, and there seemed to be steel pillars slammed down in his brain, to suppress and bury his poor and poor days.

Those years from childhood to adulthood are more or less always related to Xie Qingcheng.

Find out the book of his life, only that person always treats him equally no matter whether he is cold or gentle.

Only that person, always regarded him as an ordinary person.

Only that person knew his danger and was willing to hug him when he was sick.

"Xie... Qing Cheng..."

, belongs to He Yu's own face.

Only he…

In this life, only he…

"Thanks... Doctor...!"

The power meter reached its limit, and countless invisible steel pillars entered his mind and set off a wave of fury! He kept whining, crying, struggling in the waves... He wanted to stop the only warmth he had under that Optimus Pillar of Thought Prisoners.

He has been in this world for 23 years, and there is only one person who truly treats him better! Don't... don't tear him apart... don't bury his feelings... don't!

The monitor was beeping wildly, Anthony's face was distorted, and he was almost forced to suffocate with the pain of tearing apart his bones!

The power to destroy the consciousness of hundreds...

Flesh and blood, how can you resist.

He trembled, roared, and blood flowed down his seven orifices.

Eyes, ears, nose and throat, all bright red…

At the end, the electric chair has reached the maximum output value, and the power is suddenly cut off.

Scorched smoke.

Soul separation.

The steel column in his mind was finally stabbed to the end, and Dr. Xie, who was holding him subconsciously, refused to let go, so the real He Yu and Xie Qingcheng were stabbed by the man Della's steel pillar of thought penetrated into the deepest depths of brain consciousness.

Like the Pacific storm that year, he sank into the sea and fell into the abyss.

He is greedy and wants to be with those he loves forever.

He dare not be greedy, he just wants to be with the one he loves forever.

No one can help him in the Pacific naval battle.

At least in this time of brainwashing, in his consciousness, he can fulfill himself.

—Xie Qingcheng, I will disappear only when you disappear... If they want to take you away, then I will protect you until the last moment.

He thought like this, with all his love for Xie Qingcheng, in the depths of his mind, hugging Xie Qingcheng, falling into darkness, closing his eyes...

"DiDi DiDi..." The young man described how miserable he fell on the reclining chair in the beeping sound of the monitor.

The love and perseverance in his mind, his tenderness and innocence, were finally sealed in the ocean by the mechanical brainwashing that was enough to torture a normal person to death.

Every sense of self has been washed away…

What feelings were cruelly stripped away.

He finally called Xie Qingcheng's name, with his only tenderness and sobriety.

Tears of blood ran down the pale cheeks of the youth.

He loved him till the very end.

To the depths of the sea.

Until the whale lands.

One second before the value of He Yu's consciousness returned to zero, he still refused to forget this affection.

These three words, Xie Qingcheng, were originally He Yu's last obsession with the world.

After Duan Wen and Anthony left, Duan Cuizhen had been lying alone in the highest laboratory.

She opened her eyes and fiddled with the brain wave device that had just been perfected.

 cherish.

She was eager.

Maybe in the face of a big crisis, everyone can't help but recall the past, even Duan Cuizhen is not immune, so she rarely looks back on the past, but she also recalled her youth at this time years...

She remembered that before she went to study in Shanghai, she used to be a hard worker in Duanjia Village, herding cattle and sheep, looking up at the sky covered in dust, and looking down at the ravines, her eyes were full of grayish yellow.

It was an admission letter from Huzhou University, which made her ride in a green leather car. For the first time, she saw a red dress she had never seen before.

There she was, and she slowly became fashionable. On her birthday one year, she went to the photo studio to take pictures, and the store owner painted her photos with the brightest colors—

"The skirt should be painted better, it should be exactly the same red as my body." She said to the shopkeeper with bright eyes, "The twentieth birthday only comes once. Please print two more times. I want to give it to someone."

The shopkeeper showed an understanding smile: "Do you want to send it home?"

"Home?" She pursed her lips and smiled, "No, this is my home!"

In the backcountry of Qingli County, she did not recognize the parents who had too many children.

But not willing to keep the secret sweet in her heart, she mysteriously said to the store owner: "I gave it to my partner, so it must be beautiful, uncle, please help me."

Few men can bear to refuse the coquettish anger of a girl who is so arrogant.

The photo is really beautiful, the store has carefully colored it, the dress is as red as roses, the long hair is disturbed by dark clouds, and the lips are a little bright red, and it is fixed as a permanent twenty years old.

She held the photo and was overjoyed, thanked her repeatedly, and went to the campus after paying the money.

She wants to give this photo, along with her most delicate youth, to Professor Zhou of that medical school. Who doesn't love the young leaders who came back from the United States? Everyone's eyes are full of admiration, but he only likes her.

Her red dress was bought by Mr. Zhou. He took her to the ballroom on a date and told her about American anecdotes. Seeing her red lips open wide in surprise, he laughed. Go to the United States to open a laboratory, will you come?

He asked with confidence, because he knew she would definitely be willing.

At that time, new-style young people were all looking for a piano and a melody, free love, and he and she were exactly like that. Naturally, she knew that he had a wife at home, but it wasn't about love, it was just the order of the parents in the old society and the words of a matchmaker. She didn't look down on the original partner who was still wrapped in three-inch golden lotus, just as Mr. Zhou never looked down on the epitome of this old society.

She knew in her heart that they would definitely leave!

The girl carried the photo to a small island in the middle of the lake in the campus. This place was overgrown with grass and had large reeds. It was a place where she and Mr. Zhou often dated.

The photo was sent that night. Because Mr. Zhou's mother was ill, he had to go back to his hometown in the north.

But he will eventually go.

She is very thoughtful to leave him a most beautiful photo, the girl in the photo is Qi Nianyu, and she is his soul mate, she is always hooking him back, she is sure that he will quickly Go back quickly.

Duan Cuizhen miscalculated.

Less than half a month after Mr. Zhou left, the civil war broke out for the second time, the front line shifted, and the national army moved north. This piece of war-torn land has not yet shed blood and tears. Ann, this time it is flesh and blood, and the wound that has been in pain for a hundred years is still tearing. People are like weeds, life is like duckweed, from south to north, there is still no peace.

This land is undergoing tearing and separation.

How can people be spared?

Mr. Zhou repaired the book and said that he would not come back for the time being.

Duan Cuizhen said, let me wait.

First class for three years.

Mr. Zhou's letters went from a few a month to a few months, and then there was no news for a long time, she was so anxious that she couldn't eat or drink water, she didn't want to study, and the documents were abandoned.

His wife already has a son, and she doesn't dare to be wronged by Zhenzhen.

Wife has a son?

Wife has a son?

When did it exist? Why never say it?

What if he hadn't married yet when she knew him? Maybe not so desperate! She went back to the appointment place every day, and stayed there for a long time, looking forward to a miracle. The sky is pitiful, but after all, the face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze!

The letter was sent, but there is no response for a long time.

When a messenger came to visit, she was handed a stack of dead letters—the address was no longer lived, and the family moved to Honolulu, across the ocean. It didn't lie to her.

Duan Cuizhen wasted her youth and spent it all on waiting.

But in the end, it was just these bounced letters that mocked her.

Red skirt, walking and walking, from crying to laughing.

Cry enough, laugh enough, a serious illness is like dying once.

Shanghai University said she wasted her studies and persuaded her to drop out.

There was no light in her eyes and she was calm.

She said: "Comrade, can you give me two more months of observation time? Can you give me another chance. I… won't let you down."

The director pushed the thick tortoiseshell frame and looked at her: "You are actually suitable for foreign countries, or you should go out and have a look. Our school is not suitable for you."

"I don't want to go abroad." Her expression suddenly became extremely cold, as if abroad was equal to a place - Honolulu.

"I'll stay here. I'll change, you can change me. I'd like to be changed."

There was a deep, terrifying light in her eyes.

"I stay here, I won't waste every minute and every second left, you believe me, one day, I will do better than those laboratories outside."

The director looked at her, inexplicably, with goosebumps...

Duan Cuizhen sat in the laboratory, thinking about those years like her previous life.

She thought coldly that from that day on, her life was completely on the right track, wasn't it?

Men, women...anything can be used. Since then, she has been obsessed with scientific research and saved her life and youth. In order to get a better opportunity, she can give anything. She wants to go higher and seek a springboard, so she got married and gave birth to a daughter that her husband did not love. He arranged the girl to go to her hometown in Qingli County, so as not to hinder the rich businessman.

After her husband died, everyone was happy. With complete freedom and wealth, Duan Cuizhen went further and further on this inhuman road.

To this day, she feels that she has completed her evolution. To her, human nature has long been like the slough of a white snake. Extraordinarily ridiculous and useless stuff.

She pursues the leading position of the third industrial revolution, the controller of the metaverse world, and the creator who holds the power over countless lives.

For this she needs a longer life and younger flesh.

She has been gone for seventy years and can go on.

Those who refuse to accompany them obediently will pay the corresponding price. Her stupid daughter is like this, Jiang Liping is like this... Even Duan Wen is the same.

Where did it come from? Is everything really so coincidental?

After Li Yun died, she knew that Duan heard her suspicions, but it was useless. If you want to resurrect Li Yun, you must protect Mandela. Only the island is not bound by ethics and morality. High technology can fulfill his wish...

As long as a person has needs, they will have weaknesses. They pin their hopes on this island. Whether they respect or hate her, they must protect her.

"Wife!" The headset hissed, and Anthony's call suddenly came from inside.

Duan Cuizhen opened her eyes and recovered from her thoughts: "What?"

"He's awake... He Yu is awake!" Anthony's voice was full of uncontrollable excitement, "The blood worm diffusion device has succeeded! Just now!"

"You turned on the video, I just took him to the practice room, and I sent you a test record of him there!"

Duan Cuizhen immediately turned on the monitor next to her and tuned to the channel of the training room.

A very clear video was transmitted there—

He Yu is indeed awake, his face is pale with a hint of gloom, he is standing in the training room like this, with the silver jewelry that controls the brain on his left ear, close to him on the flesh and blood.

In his heart, the diamond-shaped device that spreads the influence of blood gu is glowing brightly. He Yu glanced at the camera, but his eyes did not have any focus.

That is the state of being completely brainwashed.

He asked Anthony: "Say. What do you want me to do."

Anthony's voice came from behind the camera with a slightly trembling voice: "Try your next order, facing...to those people in the distance."

The camera raised the camera and chased the dozen or so prisoners controlled by the bodyguards at the end of the training room. It can be seen from the picture that they were very far away from He Yu, much larger than the sightless sniper rifle. Shooting distance.

He Yu looked over casually and asked Anthony, "What order? To kill them?"

Anthony knew that captives were hard to come by, and although he was eager to see the most exciting scene, he still said: "No, you make them all kneel - quick, try!"

He Yu turned his attention to the prisoners.

He seemed to think it was too simple, and his manners were all lazy.

In the atmosphere that made the others so nervous that they couldn't breathe, He Yu just turned his head slightly, his lips pursed lightly, and seemed to give an order to the silver headset, and instantly—

The dozen or so warriors in the distance fell down one after another, kneeling on the ground, as if an invisible giant hand pushed them all to the ground in an instant, and their foreheads touched a cold brick!

The movements were neatly rehearsed thousands of times. He Yu controlled each of them at the same time.

Video playback ended.

Anthony's voice continued to come from the headset excitedly: "Woman...Did you see it? The training room is still too small, and these people are too few. But the value obtained on the test table shows that , After the spread of this device, his blood Gu can control at least 300 people at a time! The reaction time only takes 0.1 seconds!"

Duan Cuizhen stared at the frozen picture on the screen, and said to Anthony: "Go to Duan Wen and send the blood poison to the front line."

Her eyes are not cold or cruel, but have no humanity at all.

"Let the Dreambreakers kill each other."

"Yes! I'll make arrangements!"

Anthony hung up the line, his eyes flashed with frantic excitement, and in contrast, in this training room, He Yu's cold and unwavering almond eyes.

The controller that Mandela wore on his chest is still in his continuous consolidation and brainwashing.

His eyes became very similar to Duan Cuizhen's eyes—that kind of eyes that clearly remembered everything, but also looked down on everything.

Nothing matters more than Mandela's beliefs.

Bunker, with artillery function. Under the confusion of audio and visual, in the eyes of normal people, it will be exaggerated into something similar to a heavy mecha, which is very terrifying and deterrent.

Anthony said, "Let's go."

He Yu didn't move, but still looked out the window.

Anthony: "What's wrong?"

"I remember I still have an appointment I missed."

As soon as these words came out, Anthony suddenly became vigilant and looked at him alertly.

He Yu stood quietly for a while, his own thoughts rippled slightly on his body, but with the powerful brainwashing of the interference device, he was silently suppressed down.

"It's okay." Finally he straightened up, adjusted his cufflinks, and walked towards Anthony, "It doesn't seem to matter now."

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief and slowly exhaled: "…Yeah."

At the same time, Lu Yuzhu, the clone in the basement cell, widened her eyes.

Even if she is a person whose feelings have been blunted, she is still shocked by what Xie Qingcheng said to her just now.

"You...are you sure?"

Lu Yuzhu clone: ​​"…"

Xie Qingcheng raised his bloodless face: "Let Duan Wen come to see me, and I will give him what he wants."

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Small Theater 1:

Anthony: I'm going to make you my boyfriend, baby.

He Yu: You can at most turn me into an emotionless killer. And Brother Xie never called me baby, you didn't imitate it correctly.

Brother Xie: Call baby good oil.

He Bao: ? What do you say baby wife?

Small Theater 2 · Ink Burning Birthday Linkage Small Theater:

He Yu: Happy birthday, brother dog, your bedding will never be the worst one with me!

Xie Qingcheng: Happy birthday, I will send you a discount card for psychological counseling. You can come to me when you have a personality fight.

Chu Wanning: Oh? Jiang Yechen has never solved this problem, what can you do?

Duan Wen: Come to Mandela, cloning a body is not a problem.

Master Mo: What does clone mean?

Duan Wen: Just copy your body as it is.

Treading Xianjun: ? And such good things? Can you copy a lot of Chu Wanning for this seat?

Chu nightning: (helping the forehead)...Don't make a fool of yourself. Go home for your birthday.

, the werewolf exposed himself in front of the boss.

He Yu: ? ? ? What a loss, can I take back the birthday wishes I gave you, brother dog?

Ink burning: Oh...I forgot to mention it, do you want the Eternal Love Poison Cream? You are born in Japan to send it to you.

He Yu: ... Stepping on the immortal emperor's longevity is boundless and immortal.