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Chapter 77 Hidden Hate

The house is completely closed, there are no windows, and heavy keys are used to get in and out.There was a loud noise when the bulletproof door closed. The thin-faced young man turned the wheelchair and faced Uncle Pang who had just entered.

The young man was wearing a white coat, his face was as thin as paper under the snow-white light, except for the wheelchair that hinted at his inconvenient legs, he looked flawless.On his lap lay a flower, a long green stalk with blood-red petals at the end.

He plucked the pistil with his fingertips and smiled.

"Uncle Pang," he said, "is Mr. Chen back?"

Uncle Pang was wearing a long black coat, which looked like a shadow.He nodded and said, "Just arrived, he asked me to come and see you."

"Will you come to see me?" Ye Sheng held up the poppy with his fragile fingers, and asked with a smile, "Or come to see my research progress?"

"You know." Uncle Pang approached and pursed his lips lightly.

Ye Sheng half-closed his eyes and said, "I'm working hard."

Uncle Pang touched the top of Yesheng's hair, his movements were very light, with the restraint of a cold-faced person.Then he squatted down in front of Yesheng and straightened the messed up blanket on Yesheng's lap.

"It's okay, don't feel pressured." Uncle Pang said, "I'm here to see you."

Ye Sheng held Poppy close to his cheek and said, "Did Teng Cuo come back together?"

"No," said Uncle Pang, "it seems that he has passed Mr. Chen's test."

"He should thank me," Ye Sheng said, "Why hasn't he contacted me yet?"

Uncle Pang was at eye level with his hands, watching him crush the petals.The wet red stained Ye Sheng's fingers like blood, and he wiped it away on the palm of his hand.

"Maybe he didn't dare," Uncle Pang took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and handed it to Yesheng, and said with a comforting tone, "Everyone here is very cautious, not to mention it's only been a few days."

"But I helped him, and I showed my true sincerity." Ye Sheng took the handkerchief, clenched it tightly, and said with lowered eyes, "Or is he not afraid of the test in the first place? Kidnapping the police is nothing to him. After all, Hou Weikang is the police undercover... My information is of no value to him, and he doesn't thank me."

"He is afraid," Uncle Pang said, "You are much stronger than him, and he will feel afraid."

"He's afraid...he's not strong enough." Yesheng repeated, wrapping the flower in a handkerchief.He watched the pistil being crushed into juice, turning the cloth red, as if he was pleased.

He pursed his lips and said quietly: "But I envy him so much."

Uncle Pang's jaw moved, and his expression was touched.But he didn't reveal it completely, he just said, "I know."

"Uncle Pang," Ye Sheng looked up at him and said very slowly, "I want to go out."

His eyes were lit by the lamp, and the white light refracted as his eyeballs turned, without any warmth.Uncle Pang still squatted down and took a deep breath, as if he could feel Ye Sheng's pain.

"It will," he said, "soon."

Yesheng threw the handkerchief wrapped with broken flowers to the table beside him. All the utensils in this laboratory were adapted to his inconvenience, and fit the height that he could reach in a wheelchair.At this moment, he was supporting the wheelchair, with blue veins popping out on the back of his hands, but his necrotic legs couldn't exert any strength. They were just frozen meat that was placed smoothly.Yesheng was forced to fall back to the seat, his arms were hanging down, and his fingers touched the edge of the wheel.These two circles have replaced his lower limbs since he was born, but he has nothing but hatred for them.

He tried again, but failed again.

It had been a long, long time since he felt this powerless sense of whereabouts, but it was not unfamiliar.Countless fruitless efforts in childhood are in his memory, and Ye Sheng doesn't move them usually, it doesn't mean he can forget them.

"Uncle Pang..." He lowered his head, his jet-black hair covered his front, and his whole state seemed to be decadent after giving up.There was a slight tremor in his shoulders, and he suddenly began to choke.

"I'm not reconciled, why, why." His chin almost touched his chest, his voice was muffled, and he said with difficulty: "It's obvious that I didn't do anything wrong."

Uncle Pang kept squatting in front of him and held Yesheng's hand.His eyes were red, but he said nothing.

Ye Sheng raised his head slowly, staring at the overhead light with his eyes wide open.Tears that didn't know whether it was from sadness or pain overflowed the corners of his eyes, slid across the sunken temples and disappeared into his temples.

"We're so alike," he said gloomily, "but he's healthy, beautiful, and arrogant, and he left the island and walked into the outside world like a free bird, not even aware of the chains on his feet." I don't know."

Uncle Pang comforted him, saying, "This makes him very ignorant."

"No," Yesheng lowered his head abruptly, but still said softly, "this makes him very happy."

His face looked particularly sick, the light was covered by broken hair, and even his eyes were dimmed.

"We are obviously so similar, but our past and present are very different." He seemed to collapse at this moment, and tore off the blanket covering his legs forcefully.But he didn't lose control, he just stroked his legs, which was the powerless sorrow of his life.

Uncle Pang was silent for a few seconds, then firmly held his hands.

"Yesheng." Rarely did Uncle Pang's voice tremble like this. He stared at Yesheng and called the young man's name one after another.

"For countless days and nights, I lay in bed, unable to sleep, asking myself repeatedly in the silent darkness. I asked many questions, but in the end they all summed up into three words - why?" Ye Sheng's pupils were silent Blood began to congest in his chest, and he held Uncle Pang back, his movements were like a child seeking knowledge, but his eyes were like a wise man preaching.

"Why am I Ye Sheng, and he is Nan Zhuo?" He asked in a strange tone, "Why was he born in that body, and why my legs are like this. Why was he born and lived outside that body, while I Destined to be the maggots tied to death by Mr. Dust in the garden. Why his father is a criminal, but he still has the same talent as me. Why we look so alike, but he inherited his mother's eyes. Why can he live alone Living life in the world, while becoming a ghost-like figure. He has no strength, and the future is unpredictable, but I have already given up everything in the underground prison."

His gloomy face became distorted, and his slender eyes were completely drowned by the color of thick lacquer

"He and I are a pair of experimental subjects, but I don't want to be the one that fails." He smiled softly, "I am a person driven by hatred, and the hatred has reached its peak, but I have nowhere to go. "

Uncle Pang seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and put his hand on his shoulder, saying, "It's okay."

Ye Sheng was silent for a long time, seeming a little sad.Then he said sincerely, "Uncle Pang, I don't want to wait any longer."

Uncle Pang nodded and said, "I understand."

"Sure enough, beauty is hidden in symmetry. This is the uncanny craftsmanship of nature," Yesheng said numbly, "Twins are the most fun game."

He lowered his blank eyes, raised his skinny palm, turned it over, and covered the scattered flowers on the ground with his own dark shadow.

He said softly: "Go to hell, hurry up."

***

Xiao Guo hurried back, bought two bowls of noodles, and didn't forget to go to the store.When he entered the Chilin Inn, he met other people who ran the Jade Fair, and they all knew each other, and they stayed in the lobby to talk for a while.

It was already dark when he returned to the room, the lights were on in the room, and there was no one in the outer room.But Xiao Guo could feel Xiao Zhuo's breath in the air, he entered the bedroom, and sure enough he was there.

Working on the safe that comes with the room.

The moment Xiao Guo came in, Teng Cuo had just turned the lock to the last number, and there was a click in his ears. He sat up straight and opened the cabinet door.

Xiao Guo stood by the door, looked at him and turned his head to smile, and said, "Yeah!"

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