Chapter 1557 The mockery of fate (end)
The breeze blew across the dark coastline, the coast full of black oil, countless fish flapped their gills in the oil, and the seagulls covered with stains cried long and sadly.
Lin En's pupils dilated.
He still remembered that picture, which was a few years ago in her memory, after she finally escaped from the dark underground factory along the pipeline.
She fell in the pollution.
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She staggered from the oily coast, from the countless dead fish and seagulls, and looked at the world turbidly and empty.
The sound of the waves surged.
She hugged her doll tightly.
Like a fish struggling to climb out of the sea and unwilling to die, she climbed up the sunny continent from the dark sea in a daze.
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"Your experience has far exceeded the threshold that you can bear at your age. The chemical pollution can make a healthy adult seriously ill in a few days. You climbed onto the ship, but the food and water you prepared were far below the minimum standard for your survival. Your physical weakness and the infection of the scars on your face are enough to cause any adult to die from various complications within a few hours."
"It is difficult for people in the Old World to adapt to the climate of the New World. A large number of wanderers died in the displacement of the south. There were even many plagues during that period. And you, a child of a few years old, crossed half of the continent and walked to the south of the New World inconceivably."
"That was not a dud. The third bullet was clearly fired during the investigation. The shell and your blood were also found on the ground."
"After I spent several years investigating your experience, even I felt incredible, so I kept thinking about it."
He looked into the numb eyes of the girl.
"Are you really still alive?"
...
At that moment, Lin En seemed to understand something all of a sudden.
He looked at her empty eyes in shock, as if he saw the surging dark sea again, the countless dying fish, and the wailing seagulls covered with stains.
"Have you died at some point in your memory?"
"It's just that you never admit it."
"Because you haven't seen your mother yet, just like those undead souls who can't get it, they must wander in this world anyway."
The old man's voice rang in her ears.
"But have you ever thought that maybe sometimes living is not a gift, and how can a person who has died once die again, and this should be the biggest curse on you in this world."
He said nothing more.
His blade skillfully cut her flesh, blood overflowed from the neat wound, but she didn't react at all.
He didn't treat her as carefully as he treated other experimental subjects.
Or he had simulated this process countless times.
And his tone became more and more fanatical.
"You will become my best puppet, and you will live forever, becoming the most perfect work of art born from my hands. Maybe after several centuries they will still be able to see you in the museum, seeing a living miracle."
"My puppet!"
...
Everything is grayish white.
Even the blood, the organs and tissues separated from her body, seem to have faded colors in the cold storage.
She has no feelings, no emotions, no heart.
Pain has long become a part of her life, and she can no longer react to anything in this world.
No one knows if she is dead.
Because who would care?
Flesh and bones were replaced by a cold and hard frame structure. He only left her brain and eyes. He gave her the most perfect face and a body with all aesthetics. When she opened her eyes with her own skin and gorgeous dress, everyone who saw her was stunned by her beauty.
She became the best work of art in his hands.
It took him more than ten years to perfect her little by little to the most perfect level.
For more than ten years, she has maintained her youthful appearance, not aging, not growing up, and always beautiful. He has cultivated her to the best with his obsession and even fanaticism.
She has no human heart.
But she has human consciousness.
Until, as a puppet, she stepped onto the grand stage for the first time. In that era when steam and classical collided, her beauty and unprecedented existence, like a rolling wave, swept and shocked the whole world in that short period of time.
During that time, she became the most unique and dazzling dancer that almost all classes were looking forward to.
She also pushed the possibility of combining industry and flesh and blood to the forefront of that era.
Many people saw the value of her.
An eternal partner, a dancer who will not age, that is the yearning for eternal life and the infinite future of human body transformation.
But the reaction of the times is always the slowest.
Just like the initial stage of anything that can change the world, it is always accompanied by human desire and greed, which comes from the most primitive instinct, and the first to taste and own it are always the upper class and dignitaries who have enough resources.
The illusion of memory shattered bit by bit.
Lin En opened his bloodshot eyes and appeared on the gorgeous stage again, watching the canary-like puppet girl dancing in the cage.
Her eyes are so moving.
Just like you can no longer see the suffering experience, she is gorgeous like a girl walking out of a scroll.
His Black String Moon.
The puppet lady who will become his best friend and lover in hell in the future.
And at that time.
She has spent more than ten years in the numb silence.
Lin En knew that her life was about to usher in this final ending. Soon she would fall into the dark hell with the whole building. She would become his Black String Moon, the careless girl in the puppet manor, and reunite with him in those quiet years.
But why?
If you are numb, if you have no heart, why did you fall into hell?
His eyes were full of bloodshot.
He watched the grand closing of the performance. She would also become an item, a collection and plaything in the hands of the auctioneers.
He finally followed the interpretation of the memory, watching her imprisoned in the cage like a beautiful sculpture, and being pushed into the room by the servants in the transaction of the gold pound. Lin En could vaguely see a figure in the depths of the room, that would be her master, and she would become his private collection.
Her eyelashes were motionless, and her eyes were like falling stars in the sky.
Finally.
The luxurious door was opened.
At that moment, when Lin En saw the real buyer, his consciousness banged loudly, and that moment seemed to be the greatest teasing and cruelty of fate.
Her eyes finally moved.
Her pupils reflected the young man who walked out of the room in luxurious clothes.
The fat body and the eyes that were exactly the same as the evil and greed that all the rich and powerful had revealed when they tore off their disguises on this occasion, the face that was somewhat similar to her mother and "father", the boy who had gone crazy with that sharp scream on that dark night twenty years ago.
Her brother.
