I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 215 My Child

No. 67 actually took the remains back from the hands of the high priest.

"Is there a problem? It's supposed to be yours."

No. 67 closed the data panel, got up and walked to him, stepping on the smooth black marble tiles, making a rhythmic dull "da da" sound.

He was not wearing an ancient gown, but a black casual suit with a slim fit. He had slightly long black hair on his forehead, and a single gold-rimmed spectacle frame by his ear. The golden chain was dragged down, and he let out a "ding" as he walked. The sound of "bell" is very European-style and retro.

Ning Zhe didn't understand this, he just thought it looked good, stared straight at him, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"If you don't want it, just give it back to me."

No. 67 sat next to him, reaching for his bone flute.

"If you want to return it, you must return it to the witch master. What is the reason for returning it to you?"

Ning Zhe rolled his eyes and immediately shrank back under the quilt, only showing half of his face.

No. 67 sneered, "You're pretty smart."

Ning Zhe smiled and rolled his eyes, but didn't speak.

The bright warm yellow light shone on his face, casting a small shadow on his face. He was delicate and cute, and there was a bit of bewitching intent in his eyes,

No. 67 lay beside him, propped his elbows, and called him, "Ning Zhe."

The child on the bed blinked his long eyelashes and nodded.

"Do you want to return to your original body?" No. 67 caressed his face, his eyes a little dark.

Ning Zhe didn't understand why he asked such a question, thought about it seriously, shook his head and said, "I don't want to."

"I was created by the high priest, it's the same everywhere."

Number 67 understood what he meant.

Everything does not belong to him, even his original body is given by others.

There is no home, so it doesn't matter where you are.

But he misunderstood the meaning of No. 67. What No. 67 asked was whether he wanted to return to his own body.

It's not Ning Zhe, and it's not Qin Nu, it just belongs to him.

But until the end, No. 67 did not explain.

He held Ning Zhe in his arms and told him in a low voice, "I'll accompany you."

Your home is me.

Even if nothing in this world belongs to you, I will always be yours.

Whether life or death, whether love or hate, I will always be with you.

Ning folded her head bit by bit, leaned on his shoulder, and slowly fell asleep.

He had a dream.

In the dream, he and No. 67 switched roles.

He became the man in charge of everything, hugged the young No. 67 in his arms, called him "Lu Qi", took him to watch cartoons, made him bright red candied haws, and told him, "Don't cry, I'll accompany you .”

But not long after, boy No. 67 died, in his arms.

He went mad and killed No. 67 himself.

He still remembered the unbelievable look in the black-haired boy's last look, like a cold sharp knife, mercilessly piercing his heart, stirring wildly.

Ning Zhe suddenly sat up from the bed, hunched over and gasped for breath.

This dream was so real that even the tactile sensation of piercing No. 67's body still remained in his hands, and his fingertips could still feel the sticky and bloody feeling of blood flowing.

Ning Zhe hugged his painful head tightly, and his head was full of cold sweat.

After a long time, when he finally calmed down, he suddenly realized that No. 67 was not by his side.

"67......"

Ning Zhe staggered out of bed, looking for No. 67 in the room.

But no, I can't find it anywhere.

Just like the thousands of years in the dream, he couldn't find number 67 no matter what.

The white wall in front of him overlapped with the desolate pale world in the dream, and he was the only one left in the huge world.

"No. 67...Lu Qi..."

don't leave me.

You said you would stay with me.

You clearly said it, liar...

Ning Zhe suddenly collapsed and knelt on the ground, hugging his head and crying loudly.

"Ning Zhe? What's the matter?"

No. 67's cold voice suddenly came from beside him, Ning Zhe was startled, and suddenly raised his head.

But there was nothing in front of him, and there was no figure 67.

"I'm in the kitchen, didn't I give you the key?"

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered the strangely shaped pendant he gave him, hurriedly took it out from the kit, and held it in the palm of his hand with his eyes closed.

But in an instant, the eyes suddenly brightened, and a tall black figure appeared in front of him.

Ning Zhe raised his head and stared blankly at him.

No. 67 was laying egg noodles. He was wearing lazy and casual home clothes, cotton slippers, and an apron with lazy sheep and sheep pattern around his waist. He turned to look at him casually, with his usual loose and frivolous expression.

Ning Zhe's eyes suddenly turned red, and he rushed forward to hug him fiercely.

No. 67 was caught off guard and took two steps back. He stretched out his arms to hug him tightly, and supported his buttocks with his hands to prevent him from falling.

"What's wrong?" He was a little confused.

Ning buried her head in his neck and cried loudly, "I...I thought, I thought you were dead!"

Number 67: "..."

The corner of No. 67's mouth twitched, "Even if you expect me to die, why don't you say it?"

Ning Zhe cried harder, his body twitched uncontrollably, "No, I really didn't...I don't want number 67 to die, number 67 said he would stay with me."

No. 67 raised his head and wiped the messy tears on his face with the palm of his hand, "Okay, I will accompany you, and I will accompany you even after death. Don't cry, tell me what's wrong."

With tears in his eyes, Ning Zhe choked up, "D-Dream."

"What dream?"

Ning Zhe curled his lips and almost cried again. He almost bit his lip and held back, "Dreamed...dreamed that I killed No. 67."

Before he finished speaking, tears started streaming down his face, and he couldn't stop it.

The heart-piercing despair in the dream clung to him tightly, almost making him unable to breathe.

When No. 67 heard his words, his brows and eyes were obviously startled, and some emotions flashed in his eyes.

After a while, he suddenly hooked his lips into a smile, pinched Ning Zhe's face, "Are you daydreaming, and you want to kill me with your small body? I can make you Can't move."

It's a pity that Ning Zhe ignored him at all, and couldn't stop crying.

No. 67 had no choice but to put him on the stove, coaxing: "Dreams are all fake, how old are you and still believe such things? Do you think I am the kind of person who can be easily killed?" ? You also said that I am a lonely ghost, how can a ghost die?"

Ning Zhe cried a few times, "You are lying."

He grabbed the sleeve of No. 67 and wiped away his tears. He raised his head and looked at him with red, swollen and tearful eyes, "You said before that I belonged to a child."

No. 67 was amused by him, and rubbed his forehead against his eyebrows, "Okay, you are a child, my child."

Ning Zhe blushed and hugged his neck, "I'm hungry."

"I feel hungry just after crying, are you a pig?" No. 67 picked him up, looked at the noodles that had been mushy in the pot, and sighed.

"I'm not." Ning Zhe seriously refuted him, with a crying sound, which seemed a little childish.

No. 67 disposed of the noodles in the pot, patted his head, "Go out and wait for me, it will be ready in a while."

Ning Zhe shook his head, "No, I want to look at number 67."

"Hey, okay." No. 67 resignedly found out a small apron, knelt down, and tied it on him.

Ning Zhe glanced at his Pleasant Goat apron, then at the Lazy Goat apron on No. 67, his eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his head and said, "But I want the one on No. 67."

Afraid that No. 67 would disagree, he blinked and added pitifully, "Is it okay?"

This trick is very useful for Ji Liang, but unfortunately it is useless for the hard-hearted No. 67.

The cold man smiled at him, "No."

Ning Zhe's eyelids drooped suddenly.

"Hey, let's play, this one is too big, you can't tie it on."

Ning Zhe was not convinced.

Obviously in the dream, he was bigger than No. 67.

But it didn't take long for him to stop worrying about this matter, and No. 67 asked him to crack an egg.

Ning Zhe has never touched an egg in his life.

Holding two slippery eggs in his hands, he looked at a loss.

"Look."

No. 67 took an egg from his hand, knocked it on the side of the porcelain bowl, the shell of the egg broke into two, and the egg white and egg liquid slowly flowed down.

He pushed away a step and signaled Ning to come over, "You try."

Ning Zhe let out an "oh", walked over to imitate his movements, and knocked the egg into the bowl——

"Clap" sound.

The egg was fine, the bowl was broken.

Number 67: "...?"

Ning Zhe shook his hands and choked up, "No, it's not my fault."

Facing No. 67's silent gaze, he slowly took a step back.

The floor was covered with egg liquid. He stepped on it and slid down suddenly. Another egg flew out of his hand and fell to the ground, shattering all over the floor.

Ning Zhe: "..."

A quarter of an hour later, Ning Zhe was staring at a bowl of noodles with only a few green vegetable leaves floating in a daze.

No. 67 knocked on his table, "Eat."

Ning Zhe bit his lip, looked at his face, then at the fried eggs in bowl No. 67, and wanted to cry, "There are no eggs."

"How dare you say it? Why don't you know why there are no eggs?"

With tears in his eyes, Ning Zhe looked at the fried eggs in bowl No. 67, and ate a dry bowl of noodles in clear soup.

Seeing his reluctantly painful expression, No. 67 thought he couldn't eat it, but he didn't expect that he even drank the soup in the end, leaned on the chair, touched his stomach, and burped comfortably.

Number 67: "..."

Sure enough, he still raised a pig.

In the end, the piece of fried egg in his bowl also naturally entered Ning Zhe's stomach.

The flow rate in the system space is much slower than outside, and it is still midnight outside.

Time is not urgent, so No. 67 intends to unlock the love-locking Gu on the bones by the way.

Ning Zhe lay on the sofa, watching him take out the Shinto lotus and the remains and put them on the small table, then turned to look at himself with hesitation in his eyes.

Ning Zhe was stunned, "Why?"

No. 67 squatted in front of him, hesitated, and said, "Give me your hand."