old dream

Chapter 15 Coeruleus
From a young age, Julio sensed that she was superior to other people.

For example, one day, you accidentally hurt a playmate, or stole someone's things with bad intentions, and in short, let a child run home muttering bitterly.Generally speaking, his father would come to the door that night at the latest.

In the dim candlelight, the injured child was crying, and the childish voice was mellow and sad, and the matter was as serious as possible: "She tried to blind me", and so on.Nevio won't show up, and the servants present are pointing and talking about things she doesn't understand.

When Julieo felt that she was about to be punished, she unconsciously pursed her lips and squeezed the corner of her skirt.The father who remained silent all this time gritted his teeth and slapped his child across the face.

She looked up in amazement, and will always remember the sound of the child coming to an abrupt halt, as if it had been attacked from behind.

Crying is for help or appeal, but the kid couldn't figure out who would protect him on the field, and he covered his face and forgot how to cry.It's like being pulled out of my childhood swaddling clothes prematurely and dumped in the square again.

So she knew that the parents of those "friends" would be her accomplices.

She also noticed for the first time that there was a power hidden behind certain names.It is enough to reverse right and wrong, and allow other fathers to beat their children for no reason.

After that, no peers dared to refute her again, making her speechless.But in fact, Julio had more than once dreamed of the scene of that night when he was a child.In every dream, the child who was nakedly abandoned in front of everyone would eventually become herself.

That night, before she felt genuinely happy, the first thing she experienced was another emotion that gradually made her unable to sleep peacefully.

The girl knew deeply in her heart that sooner or later that power would turn around and slam on her viciously.

Like this in front of you.

She had expected this day to come.

After being tied up for a day, staring at the blood-stained wet towel, she couldn't cry.

……

……

Can Colin say that the appearance of the towel was just an accident.

But since the effect is not bad, he is too lazy to explain anything.

The key is to quickly ask for information about the monster attacking you, and the lampkeeper on the opposite side.

In the end, the other party was too weak and cooperative, and it was not an interrogation at all, but more like helping her remember.

"You don't know that person?"

"He's from the casino, I just went over there that night..."

"How's that casino's revenue?"

"……I have no idea."

"Didn't you go to check the accounts?"

"I'm just sitting there... watching them do things."

"What about that freak?"

"……I do not know him."

"Haven't seen it anywhere else?"

"……No."

"Sure?"

"I have no idea."

"Where are you usually?"

"Galleries, parties, whatever."

More laid back than Colin imagined.

"You know everyone who follows you?"

"do not know."

"Then how can you be sure that the freak is from the casino?"

(Suddenly) "That... not sure."

I have the urge to hold my forehead.

"There are too many of them...I can't tell the difference."

"Do you think he has followed you now?"

"Think about it and it seems, follow."

I always feel that she will say this answer, which is entirely the result of her own guidance.

There is no way to go on like this.

"Then have you ever seen anyone with a similar impression to him?"

Colin asked, pointing to the lampkeeper in the corner of the room.

She raised her head, as if she had just noticed the existence of the light watcher, and was taken aback.

"Have you seen it?"

"Yeah." He nodded decisively.

"What did he tell you?"

"He said..." Julieo's eyes dimmed: "He said I was a waste."

As a gang heir, it's a waste, and it doesn't seem to be bad.

Some people in the industry once described her as saying: I am thankful that I can tie my shoelaces by myself.

Then Colin felt disobedient again, because he felt that if it was the lamp keeper he had met, he would never say "you are a waste".

There are so many emotions in this sentence.

Later, I heard Luca say that the lampkeeper didn't even have his own name.

Colin felt that this was too inconvenient, so he secretly marked the lightkeeper in the room as number one, and Capello's lightkeeper as number two.

At this moment, Mr. "No. [-]" floated over like a dark cloud.

"She doesn't have a trigger on her body," he said in Naarete.

"If you were to protect her, what would you do?" Colin asked.

Mr. One thought for a while.

"First of all, I would not choose to use large-scale witchcraft. The traces are too dirty, and people will catch clues."

"She is too ignorant to give her the trigger. But if the trigger is separated from her, there will be a lot of trouble."

"What if you don't use witchcraft?" Colin actually knew that there was no spiritual essence left in the flesh and blood.

"There's only one way. But not as violently as you describe."

"You can refer to it."

"There is a drug called 'blue spot'. If you are lucky, the intestines of some marine fish will form some blue spots after being marinated. In the past, some people scraped it off and boiled it and took it. The most dangerous night of being seriously ill."

"Then some people started taking it desperately before battle. There were a lot of sacrifices, but that was the only way the Cynthians could fight something before the Ankh came and the gun was invented."

It sounds like the secretion of some kind of miscellaneous bacteria, which has the effect of stimulating potential.It is produced in small quantities by luck under original conditions, and should have lost most of its activity after boiling, but still retains a considerable effect.

What if someone, such as Mr. No. [-], specially purifies and cultivates that kind of miscellaneous bacteria in the mainland of the alliance, especially the highly industrialized Stade?
……

In fact, a few hours ago, Colin had already felt a slight headache, as well as an inexplicable excitement in this state.

He thought it was the result of staying up too late.But now listening to what Mr. No. [-] said, I suddenly felt chills all over.

The abnormality of his wound indicates that the thing may be more or less infectious.

Then the monster in the warehouse incident should contain not only some kind of secretion, but the kind of miscellaneous bacteria itself that multiply.

If a micro-dose of secretions can stimulate people's potential, survive the critical moment, or become a warrior.

So what will bacteria that keep multiplying and secreting a certain substance in their own body turn themselves into?
Maybe in the next moment, like the person in the warehouse, he will incarnate into some kind of monster?
Colin was suddenly hesitant, and even subconsciously considered whether to find a place that would not hurt others first, to see if he would end in a flesh-and-blood collapse.

But before that, he immediately realized that there were still pieces of the puzzle in this whole incident.

That is, people infected with this bacteria should not be just a bomb, it must also be able to be under some control.Otherwise, it would go against Mr. Two's intention to protect Julio.

Although this intention is only Colin's hypothesis.

"Then if the dose of that 'blue spot' is increased hundreds of times, and it will continue to accumulate over time...do you know how to control this drug effect?"

"I don't know." Mr. One thought for a while: "I don't think anyone can do it.

Colin twitched the corners of his mouth, really dazed.

He can only gamble now, and the bet number two is indeed protecting Julie as he guessed.Instead of simply dropping a bomb for any other purpose.

After all, this is the only possibility for him to survive now.

(End of this chapter)