He's a blackened heartthrob

Chapter 119 [119] Always Like
"This book says that when a person's heart is transplanted into another person's body, that person will fall in love with all the people the heart's previous owner loved. Is it true?! It's amazing!"

Jing Shu: "...fairy tales are deceiving."

"What deceit?"

Jing Shu turned over and yawned.

She took out the bikini magazine hidden under the bed, even though she had read it dozens of times, she still read it with gusto.

Lying sideways on the children's mat, propping his head on one hand, flipping through a magazine with the other hand, he said lazily: "Scientific research has proved that transplanting a heart into another person's body, besides possibly saving a life, does not It will no longer have any effect. Human thinking is mainly controlled by the brain, and things like the stream of consciousness are generated through the brain.”

"The so-called 'heart' actually refers to the brain. When I say you have no heart, I am calling you brainless, idiot."

The brown-haired kid beside him seemed to understand, "Is that so..."

But he quickly showed a disappointed expression, "In that case, can the brain be transplanted?"

Jing Shu: "...This idea... is amazing, but as far as I know, there is no surgery that can be done, and human medical technology is not so strong."

"Is the technology in the laboratory not working?" He asked with a frown.

Jing Shu shook his head: "I don't know this, maybe it can or can't, but these guys can even research mutants and supernatural beings, and even use the extracted gene cells to breed new life forms. In a few years, things like brain transplants will come out."

After hearing this, the child's eyes lit up, and he threw himself on Jing Shu to hold her down, and asked excitedly, "Really?!"

Jing Shu was almost knocked against the foot of the bed by him, and hurriedly pushed the child away: "Get up, Emma! Have you eaten too much lately?! You're dead!"

"NO.11! Will there really be such a thing as a brain transplant in the future!?"

"It's called Jingshu!! By the way, you should open it first!"

"NO.11, tell me!"

"It's called Jingshu! Why are you so obsessed with this thing?!"

The child sat up and stayed beside her obediently, pursed his mouth, and said angrily, "No. 11, after the ability test yesterday, I saw that No. 29, which is not a serial number, was packed in a bag and sent to the caregiver who did not allow us to went to the house."

Jing Shu paused, looked at the child beside him, pursed his lips and said, "Oh...and then?"

"I asked why the flying saucer No. 29 was sent away. The flying saucer said that all his genes had been inactivated, and all the consciousness in his brain had disappeared. He died. It must be sent to the treatment room to be cleaned up."

"..."

Jing Shu didn't answer, waiting for his next words.

"I heard that after a person dies, there is nothing. No. 29 died, and I will never see him again. The flying saucer said that there is no way to resurrect it. But even if there is, it will not take this precious Technology on guys with mediocre abilities."

"..."

"He said too much." The child complained.

He leaned closer to Jing Shu again, and buried his head in her arms.

"If a brain transplant can really restore a person's previous consciousness, is it possible for No. 29 to regenerate in another way?"

Jing Shu rubbed his little head, his brown hair was soft and smelled of vanilla: "...I don't know, maybe. But even if they have the same consciousness, they may not be the same person as before. The ones they liked before are not the same. I will definitely like it again, and those who hated it before may also become interested, after all, there is uncertainty in everything... except mathematics."

"No." The child in his arms suddenly raised his head, his brown eyes glowed with determination and stubbornness, "No, NO.11!"

Jing Shu raised his eyebrows: "Why not?"

The child's eyes were burning, and he said with a firm and persistent expression: "If it is me, even if it is like what NO.11 said, everything will change, but there is one thing, I will never change!"

"I like NO.11! I will always like NO.11! No matter how I change, the face changes, the body changes, but as long as the brain is still my own, I will definitely like NO.11!"

"at this point."

"No one can change it!"

*
City C is like a wasteland city at this time.

Most of those high-rise buildings collapsed, and the surrounding small buildings, roads and vehicles were buried under the ruins.

Thick smoke billowed into the sky, and the pitch-black smoke rendered the blue sky into a gray and foggy color.

The strong wind seemed to be howling at this moment. The northern mountains could not stop the cold air from the south, blowing all the icy wind to the coastal areas, and the northward airflow also collided with it head-on with an unstoppable momentum!
The black windbreaker was disheveled in the wind, and the blue windbreaker also made a sound.

The air fell into endless silence at the moment when the boy's voice fell, only the northwest wind and the southeast wind collided, dragging everything into its madness.

The boy couldn't see clearly the girl's eyes under the sunglasses, but he could clearly feel her anger.

It seems to have overdone it.

She was enraged.

She was angry.

Great.

The blue-clothed boy smiled heartily, and the joy surged up. He was shot in the center of the mouth by a bullet before, and he had to feel the pain he suffered.

But what the young man didn't expect was that he was only proud for a millisecond, and was instantly swallowed up by the sadness and sorrow that crazily eroded and counterattacked like a black hole!

He noticed.

— She seemed really angry.

She bit her lower lip angrily.

Her hands were shaking with anger.

She is angry—

Before he could react—

He had already rushed in front of him, piercing his heart with a knife!
——So it hurts even more.

It hurts so much that there are no words to describe it.

Because she killed herself.

*
The regenerative survival ability of the second generation has been greatly enhanced on the first generation.

The heart is an important part, but it is no longer a vital point, even if it is penetrated, it cannot die, it only loses part of its combat ability.

So, to kill him outright, you have to cut off his head.

Jing Shu's hand seemed to be in the ice and snow.

In fact, the temperature at this time is so low that it is in the snow!

Her trembling fingers seemed difficult to move.

The young man's words aroused uncontrollable anger.

All the pain and self-blame that had been suppressed in my heart surged like a volcanic eruption after hearing his vengeful words!

——She has been feeling guilty and regretful.

That night, that beach.

Just after finishing the speedboat, I didn't wait for the figure of the child, but only heard the weak and unwilling farewell voice in the micro-communicator.

"Goodbye, NO.11."

"Goodbye, Jingshu."

Accompanied by monstrous flames and explosions like landslides and tsunami!

The sea of ​​flames engulfed everything, as if magma passed through the border, slaughtering all living beings, wrapping her forever in the night when the magma and flames filled her.

Jingshu did not shed tears.

She stood by the sea, her dark pupils were reddened by the firelight.

It seemed that there were words that wanted to come out of his throat, but at that moment, he seemed to lose his voice again.

Nothing came out.

Not even a choke.

Like a wax figure, quietly watching this tragic and sad scene.

She thought, if she had chosen to punch NO.14 to the ground with one punch, and then carried NO.13 on her back and followed Ling Qi and the others to the dock to wait for NO.12, would everything be different?
but.

No if.

So, who is to blame for the death of NO.12?

Even if NO.14 didn't have the words to lure him away from the hunter, would he really leave the experimental island?

not necessarily.

Because from the very beginning, she never thought of leaving.

Willing to run this distance is only what NO.12 wants.

By the time he gets to the pier, it's time to say goodbye.

But she didn't think of it.

he will come back.

Say goodbye to her in such a tragic way.

*
The long knife pulled out from the heart cut off the boy's neck again, beheading his head, also announcing the end of the second generation.

The heart was pierced, blood flowed, and it seemed to intertwine with the blue windbreaker to form a purple halo.

Even though he lost some fighting ability, he can still dodge Jing Shu's knife!

The blood gushed out from the chest like a spring, and the powerful regenerative ability began to show the moment the knife was pulled out!
The gap in the heart healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the boy sideways avoided the attack of the long knife!Leap back to distance yourself from Jingshu!

The bullets shot by the finger were smashed by the girl with a long knife!

For a moment, he recalled what the flying saucer said before——

An all-around ranged and melee fighter.

— just burned out the brain.

There was a crack in the palm, and the bazooka was aimed at Jing Shu who was oncoming. Once the shot passed, she kept chopping, and she would definitely dodge!

The brain predicted the trajectory that she might dodge, and the other hand was already aiming at that trajectory!
At present, she only thinks about attacking, and has no defense at all. The young man knows that she must be unable to dodge his attack, and launches two rockets at the same time, and Jing Shu will definitely be affected by the explosion!
At that time, it was his chance to fight back!

*
There was a muffled thunder in the distant sky.

Shroud the world in a haze.

The smell of gunpowder seemed to be as ubiquitous as oxygen.

pungent.

Bad smell.

Nausea.

It seems that the memory cleaning instrument needs to be improved.

This thing is too useless.

The fragments in his mind are intermittent, obviously as fast as a revolving lantern, but so memorable.

He has an indescribable jealousy for a generation, and the memory of the repeated show, to him, is like a bystander watching the characters in the play.

He still can't squeeze in.

If only those things really belonged to me.

Why have the same feeling, but can't really have those memories?
Suddenly remembered, maybe this is what NO.11 meant when he rubbed the hair of a generation.

——Even with the same consciousness, the same appearance and body.

——He will no longer be the same person as before.

But what to do?
I like NO.11.

Only like NO.11 this.

is never going to change.

That's why you get angry and jealous.

He likes NO.11.

It's just a few faces, there's only struggle in getting along, but it's love, as if engraved on the brain.

As promised for a generation.

always like.

　coming! !good night~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)