[K] The growth and evolution of the owner and the dog

Chapter 21 21. Research that has to be done

Dirty, blood-stained, messy hair.The distraught Weitzman was helped back to his place by Guochang Lu Dajue.As soon as she got out of the car, Crotia ran out of the room. Seeing Weitzman's appearance, she took a deep breath and wiped the blood on Weitzman's face with a handkerchief in her hand while trembling.The voice is high-pitched. "What happened?! Where's Aaron?"

Weitzman hung his head and did not respond, Guochang Lu Dajue shook his head at her, signaling her not to continue talking.Crotia could only help Weitzman into the house with him, and asked the servants to prepare water and clean clothes.

Weitzman's face was still pale, as if he had lost his soul.Claudia covered her mouth and let the tears flow. She knelt in front of Weitzman who was sitting on the sofa, sobbing and shaking his arm. "Adolph—shall we quit this experiment?"

Because of this experiment, they got to know the boy, which made Weitzman change for the better.But it was also because of this experiment that there was a rift in the relationship between the two of them.It was because of this experiment that Weitzman became what he is now, which made her heart ache.

She remembers dragging her young brother along the sewers the night her parents died.Weitzman had tears and snot all over his face, crying for his parents.She said, Adolf, my sister will protect you.No matter what happens, even if the person you like is snatched away by the superior, my sister will snatch it back for you!

However, because of too many reasons, the current self pushed his younger brother's sweetheart to hell with his own hands.Her incompetence and dereliction of duty as a sister.

Her voice trembled violently. "Adolf, this experiment has taken away too much...can we stop?"

Hearing this, Weitzman finally reacted. He looked up at Claudia, whose face was washed with tears, and looked up at Guochang Road Dajue, hoarse. "what you think?"

Guochang Road Dajue stared at him for a while, then moved his eyes to the side. "I'm free." He sighed. "Although I came to Germany because of the research on the Dresden slate, I never said that if I come to Germany to assist you, the experiment on the Dresden slate will definitely be successful."

"Sister." He lifted Claudia and let her sit beside him, speaking earnestly. "I know what you think, but I have reasons to carry out this experiment."

First, he didn't want to give up the experiment because he had already given up too much of it.Second, this is the only way to understand and even change a teenager.He lowered his eyes to think, thinking of the blood red eyes and insolent character of the boy when he killed someone in the shipyard.It was completely different from what he remembered.However, before he was about to die, the young man suddenly changed, so confused and fragile.He didn't know whether this phenomenon was caused by the juvenile's multiple personalities or the Dresden Slate.The latter is much more likely.

According to the hellish scene my sister saw at the Dresden Institute, it was very consistent with the scene he saw in the shipyard.His boy was a demon with blood on his hands.

But so what?Didn't he make sure of it a long time ago?When he lost control for the first time, he had already decided to bear this crime with him.

"But you—"

"Sister." Weitzman interrupted Claudia.She could see the fire in his brother's eyes, brilliant.This is a deliberate decision made by his firm will, not trying to be brave. "Your brother is not such a fragile person."

He laughed at himself a few times, "I don't know where Aaron has gone now. I know he is still alive, and I will be strong. Don't worry about it." Putting his hands together, he winked at Claudia The eyes are playful.

Crotia was helpless. "You are worrying every time."

Guochang Lu Dajue sat aside, smiling and watching the two of them exchange feelings and chat, even the scene where Crotia twisted Weitzman's waist was so warm and precious in his eyes.

As Yin Yang people, they are trained from an early age to stay away from siblings, and even parents.Only one person can continue to learn and train.Later, he joined the army and continued to fight and fight.

He never dared to imagine such a warm and peaceful life before.But he met Weitzman, the kind who likes to play tricks, tease him, and even quarrel with him.The feeling that has never been experienced is like poppy, which is fascinating and addictive.

His original idea was to confess to Weitzman when he forgot about the boy.But the boy is still alive.He had to admit that when he saw the boy for the first time, he was also shocked.There are such powerful humans in the world. The Dresden Slate is really a treasure, but at the same time it is a sharp weapon.

He opened his mouth, just about to say something.But I saw soldiers running in in a panic, without even giving a signal.It must be something urgent.With a serious face, he nodded at the guard.The Weitzman brothers and sisters also saw it, and all their attention was attracted by the guards.

The guard who ran in swallowed.Bending down, it was difficult. "Lieutenant, the German army is reporting from the front. The German army attacked the Soviet army and failed miserably."

"What?!" Claudia stood up abruptly. "Why did it fail so badly? Didn't the newspaper say that the German army was absolutely sure of victory?!"

"It seems that... our army's level will drop very tragically." Weitzman closed his eyes and rubbed his brows. "Now, we have to carry out the research on the Dresden slate."

"We can't help us to rest." Weitzman shook his dizzy head, tried his best to cheer up, got up, and smiled apologetically at the two of them. "I'm going to wash it first, and I'll be right there."

"The experiment must succeed."

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Perhaps too eager, since that day, Weitzman has been doing experiments late every day.In addition, he would dream of the boy with heavy dark circles under his eyes every night, and his whole nerves were tense.

The boy in the dream fell into the abyss, and he couldn't touch him by stretching his arms with all his strength, so he could only watch him being swallowed up bit by bit.Afterwards, he was startled awake, sat up suddenly covered in cold sweat, and looked around in the dark, hoping to see the existence of the boy, but there was no sign of him.Then he could only collapse on the bed and fall into dream sleep again.

But, somewhere he didn't know, the boy was standing outside the window, shrouded in moonlight.With the breeze blowing and his hair flying, he silently watched his sleeping face without blinking all night.Slightly raising his fingertips, the quilt lifted by Weitzman was gently controlled and covered his body.

The boy's expression softened, and he squatted quietly on the branch, letting the night dew wet his clothes.After escaping from there, he rushed to the Elbe River, scrubbing his body over and over again.The disgusting smell and the look in Weitzman's eyes made him unforgettable.The passing old lady kindly gave him a set of clothes.Although it was slightly fat, it was much stronger than the blood-spattered white coat before.

He kept flashing in his mind, Enka's contorted face, shouting demons in his mouth.And he laughed and chopped off his limbs.The feeling of the beating viscera in his hands was unforgettable, and his eyes were dim.

devil...

His desire for blood is indeed very strong.But how could he, who used human beings for experiments, have the nerve to call others demons?What he has now is not what he expected.If possible, he hopes to find a place to hide and never ask about worldly affairs.But Weitzman couldn't.He has no memory, and he is not a fool.Although Weizmann chose Dresden among the two, he also had his own considerations.He was just a little unwilling, but he didn't expect to be manipulated by the power in his body.

Right with Weitzman.He is terrified and terrified.Afraid that his eyes would show disgust or even fear.He really would, couldn't help it, kill him.Then he committed suicide and was buried.He couldn't control the feeling that was about to overflow, but he didn't know when it became so thick.He was even afraid that if this power got out of control again, would he be able to stop before causing a big mistake like before.

Now, Weitzman.The boy traced his face in the darkness with his fingertips through the window.The corners of his mouth were pursed tightly, but his complexion was soft.Whether the relationship between the two of us is right, or is it absurd from beginning to end.

When the first rays of sunlight shone in the morning, the boy hid his figure.He knew that Weizman woke up at this time every day and went to bed very late.In the dream, I will call my name, and then wake up.He didn't know why Weizmann was so desperate for the experiment on the Dresden slate, and even had the urge to abandon everything regardless of his own life.

The only thing that was certain was that he was joking with his own life.The lamp oil will run out, and how long can he last?The boy sometimes wondered if Weitzman knew he was here all the time, and deliberately tried to force him out.And he was really almost cornered by him and appeared in front of him.

However, he dare not.

Sure enough, the person on the bed moved a moment after he disappeared.He opened his eyes, followed by grooming, staggering steps, and almost fell to the ground when he got out of bed.It caused the boy to cry out in surprise, but because he was outside the window, he didn't notice it.

Weitzman, you fool, what are you doing?

The author has something to say:

It is said in the anime that Claudia prevented him from conducting experiments, but Weitzman insisted on doing this for brain supplement 23333

past lives die hard