Chapter 171:

A good person even split into two after violent mood swings. Even the well-informed Van Gogh couldn't help but froze for a while, his dark eyes flashed with amazing light.
He stepped back cautiously, weaving a thick and vast magnetic field into a net, ready to counterattack or bombard. But the two children with exactly the same face did not look at him, and did not even care about the deterrent he exuded, but just looked at each other momentarily.
Time is silent between the two, it seems that even the air is slowly condensing. Suddenly, the purely angel-like child smirked at the devil-like child with his head tilted, seemingly releasing goodwill, but his hands suddenly grabbed the other's neck. The devilish child apparently did not expect that she would do this, immediately scratched her wrist, but stopped struggling in her scream: "You killed Mom and Dad! You did it!"
Yes, it is me! The demonic Xiao Yan froze, and the tears that had solidified in the corners of his eyes began to gurgling down again.
The angelic child keeps tightening his fingers, showing brutal atrocities, but smiling innocently and purely flawlessly. The demonic child had given up resistance, but suddenly opened his eyes and stared at each other fiercely, his throat hoarse like a ripped bellows: "I did it, and you did it! You are me, I am you, we killed my mom and dad! "She had just dropped her voice, and her hand with black spurs plunged into the chest of the angel child, holding her beating heart.
The angelic child spit out a blood, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was still so bright, nodding: "It's me, I have a share. We all share." She released her right hand, and also plunged into the heart of the devil's child. The two held their hearts tightly in their palms, but no one shattered them first, just looked into each other's eyes, and through the deep pupil, they could see the long past.
In a trance, the mother's gentle call and the father's hearty laughter seemed to linger in their ears; their happy smiles, their eyes full of pampering eyes, seemed to shake again in front of their eyes. At that time, they were so happy and happy that they were accompanied and cared by their parents, and they were far more carefree than they are today.
It turned out that what they wanted most was not a beautiful dress or the world turning for me, but a warm home with both father and mother.
Hot tears burst into their eyes, smiled at each other, then clenched their palms at the same time, trying to squeeze each other's hearts. However, I do n’t know what the devilish child thought. At the last moment, her fingertips were loosened, and she fell towards the backrest of the chair. The light in the pupil dissipated bit by bit, and the eyes with blurred focus seemed to be Can see far away. Her dark lips opened and she silently shouted: Dad, Mom ...
The devilish child chose self-destruction at the last moment, but the angelic child looked at her sadly and joylessly, holding a strong beating heart in his hand. Holding the heart with both hands, she walked step by step to Fangallo, leaning her head and smiling innocently: "Brother, give it to you." She raised her heart and her voice was like a gurgling spring , Both crisp and sweet.
This scene can only be described as terrifying in the eyes of others, but the magnetic field of the vast sea of ​​Van Galo has dissipated in an instant, and he slowly leaned down to catch the dark beating heart and said warmly: "Thank you." He even He stretched out his hand and rubbed the little girl's head, because he could feel that the child in front of him was made up of complete kindness, the last trace of humanity that Xiao Yanling wanted to completely abandon but failed to abandon after all.
The little girl inserted her hand into her chest and pulled out the bright red heart. She also handed it to Van Gogh and said with nostalgia: "Brother, I always wanted to tell you something."
"What's the matter?" Van Galo held two hearts, one black and one red, and said softly and calmly.
"I really like you. I saw you the first time, I like you, but I used the wrong way. Bye brother. Goodbye." The little girl waved her hands down slowly, with a completely relaxed and happy face Smile. She can finally be reunited with her parents ...
The two children hugged each other tightly, and died so tragically, but the expression on their faces was as calm as falling asleep. They are angels and demons, but they are also interdependent two semi-circles, the manifestation of the evil of humanity and the goodness of humanity. What is surprising is that Xiao Yanling, who gathered all the evils, was the first one to put down the butcher's knife. Such a change made Fangalo's mood extremely complicated.
He stared at her return to innocent face for a long time, and finally raised his head, sighed with relief. As long as there is someone, there will be darkness, but in the darkest abyss of humanity there will always be a light of goodness, which is probably the most fascinating thing in the world.
Thinking of this, he suddenly looked up at the monitor, stared at Dr. Song standing in front of the screen, and smiled slightly.
Song Rui also shook his head and chuckled, the pain and fatigue on his face swept away.
Meng Zhong opened the pressure door of the metal prison, turned his head to look at the director of Rumour and the shocked Zhang Yang, and said ironically: "It seems that your experiment has been very successful, and the potential to be completely inspired is to go on your own Hurry to find death, it's not bad, it's wonderful! "He applauded without a hurry, the smile on the corner of his mouth was very cold.
The practice of the research institute and Zhang Yang angered him completely. If it were n’t for the teacher Fan to hide the killer, I ’m afraid he would die here today. He is now alone, without relatives and friends, he dies when he dies. The Institute only needs to make up a reason for the incurable disease to cover up this matter. Song Rui has a great reputation and is more difficult to deal with, but he is also a lonely man. The Song family simply does not recognize his existence, and why would he come forward for his disappearance.
These two seemingly powerful people cannot be shaken, but they are so lonely that they disappear inexplicably and will not have any impact on the world. They were like two drops of water falling into the choppy sea and eventually disappeared silently. They walked all the way to rely on themselves and only themselves. They were abandoned by the world, but they never abandoned the world.
Meng Zhong took off his hat, red eyes, choked with sobs: "Brother, this time I'm sorry for you, how to deal with you after going out."
Song Rui shook his head without speaking, and stared at the monitor without blinking.
The one-meter-thick pressure-bearing door has opened automatically, but the young man still stands still, just staring quietly at the two beating hearts. At his feet are two identical child bodies and a thick layer of plasma. To be honest, this scene is like a bridge in a horror movie, which is quite creepy, but after understanding the causes and consequences of the matter, these two hearts have an unusual meaning.
"Justice can overcome evil after all." Meng Zhong defined this scene. He was shocked by Xiao Yanling's move, and the impression on her was mixed with hatred and a lot of pity, which was actually unspeakable and complicated.
Van Gogh seemed to hear this sentence in a distant space, and sighed low, and then merged the two hearts into one, and kneaded them into a thick black mist, which was inhaled into the body, and finished his palm. Suddenly a silver-gray light radiated.
In addition to all the good and evil, consciousness, perception, and power contained in her heart, this is the gift Xiao Yanling really wants to give to Van Gogh, and the culprit that completely made her fall into hell.
The off-white light slowly dissipated, revealing a square-shaped fish-shaped jade. The finely carved eyes circulated with smart light. The tail seemed to be stationary, but it seemed to be twisting gently, like a living creature. . Fangalo immediately clenched his palm to prevent it from breaking free.
This time without waiting for him to take the initiative to walk out of the metal prison, there was a mess of footsteps outside the corridor, and then a group of elite Special Security Department elite blocked the exit and yelled: "Hand over what you have! "
What prevents greater disasters, and does experiments to test the limits of Xiao Yanling are all under the guise of these people. What they really want is this jade pendant, and this jade pendant.
Fangallo squeezed his jade pendant and smiled. At the same time, the spotlights above his head burst in a flash, shining bright arcs and sparks, and these people recoiled, and their thoughts exploded. And perception, so the whole world is darkened in their eyes; ears are buzzing, and nothing is heard; thick blood flows down the nostrils, mouth, and ears, almost even the brain is muddled. They can't hear, can't see, smell, think, and can't even taste the smell in their mouths, they are deprived of all five senses in an instant, what a terrible attack!
Compared to Xiao Yanling's walking weapon, Van Gogh actually did not let much more! It was just that he knew how to wrap himself in a gentle coat, so that he was ignored by others.
Seeing that his teammates were also involved in the roundup of Van Gogh, Meng Zhong shouted at the telephone: "Chang Qi, what are you doing, immediately let go of Van Gogh! How can you act privately without my orders?"
Zhang Yang opened another communicator and said with a grin: "Van Galo, you should come back with them honestly, and your Dr. Song is still in my hands!" The gun has been pulled out and pointed at Song Rui's head.
This plan is clearly made by them, no matter what the final result is, they want it. If Xiao Yanling killed Van Gogh, it would be Zhang Yang ’s wish; if Van Gogh killed Xiao Yanling, the prisoner could change to another resident and continue to study; After Xiao Yanling got the unique jade piece, this is obviously the most perfect result.
"Wonderful! Van Gogh, you really didn't disappoint me. You really are like Su Fengxi said, standing on the top of the mountain to see the scenery." Zhang Yang laughed while leaning his palm, completely ignoring Song Rui projection The sight of death coming. Now it's his turn to ignore them, this is called Feng Shui rotation.
The Vanguard in the monitor hung his head down for a long time, and the eyes, ears, nose and nose of the special attackers around him were bleeding, a very painful expression, but he did not dare to hold the gun. But in fact, their arms were trembling slightly, and they would hang down at any time, because this metal prison was filled with a very dense and heavy magnetic field, as if the water pressure in the deep sea was suffocating and weak. Those who can stand here for a few minutes without falling are the elites of the Ministry of Special Security. More people have quietly evacuated, kneeling on the promenade outside and breathing heavily.
Isn't Xiao Yanling scary? Her indiscriminate killing is of course terrible! But compared to her, the indifferent Van Gogh is more frightening, because you can never guess where his limit is.
Song Rui smiled plainly at the communicator: "Vangallo, let's go, don't care about me. You know, I have no obsession with being alive." He is not a hero, but really, because he is at the moment Holding a technician's barrel, he tempted: "You shoot, just pull the trigger lightly, my life is yours, lightly pull it, isn't it difficult?"
"Song Rui, what are you doing? Are you crazy!" Meng Zhong's heart throbbed anxiously, but he didn't dare to touch these two people, lest the gun would go off.
The technician had never seen such a person who was not afraid of death. The cold sweat of his forehead ran out densely, and the fingertip of the trigger twitched more and more, and it was about to get out of control. Song Rui gently held the barrel and moved towards his eyebrows, then held down the technician's finger and pressed down.
Zhang Yang did not expect Song Rui to be so crazy that he quickly rushed towards the two and tried to grab the gun. If Song Rui was killed by them, Fangallo would lose his only weakness and weakness, and then, like Xiao Yanling, killed a road and left unimpeded. No one can predict what he will do completely irritated, and no one can clean up this mess at that time!
Meng Zhong also moved his toes and approached the two men, grabbed the technician's wrist, lifted the barrel upwards, removed the magazine and hit the safety lock to eliminate the possibility of gun fire.
At the same time, Van Gogh ’s clear voice came from the communicator:
Dr. Song, you are waiting for me in the same place, do n’t do dangerous things. You have no obsession with being alive, but I have a heart for whether you can live Perseverance. Don't do anything that makes me sad and painful. "
There was never a lie in his mouth, so Song Rui knew that he said that he would be sad and suffering because of the death of his friend. That must be true. Even with so many skeptics, he did not conceal this weakness, because he knew that if he did not speak out clearly, Dr. Song would not dispel the idea of ​​self-destruction. He cherishes this friendship very much and is sincere from beginning to end.
A hot current rushed into Song Rui's icy heart so unexpectedly that he suddenly wanted to live and wanted to live ...
If the permafrost frozen soil melts one day, the vitality it exhibits is extraordinary and unique. In just a moment, Song Rui abandoned the indifferent idea of ​​whether it is "dead or alive", and a green and vivid sprout grew in his heart. This bud stretches its leaves and desperately grows to the top of the abyss, trying to see if there is light in the outside world. At this very moment, Song Rui ca n’t wait to meet the youth.
He decided to die a minute ago. At this moment, he was sitting on the chair lazily, covering half of his face, slightly hooking his lips, exuding silent expectation and joy. No one could see a tear in his dark eyes.