Chapter 811
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"I hope the young master can think it through. Although death is the greatest sorrow in the world, everyone will experience it. There will inevitably be regrets in life, but life won't stop. I hope he won't be depressed." Neuss whispered with melancholy eyes.
Sergei nodded: "The torture in the prison didn't defeat him. He shouldn't be defeated by this."
Neuss said bitterly: "A weak-willed person will be easily defeated by external pressure. But for a strong-willed person like Young Master, what can't kill him will only make him stronger. But the only thing that can destroy him is himself."
Sergei was silent as he looked at the closed door.
In the room, Aisha was quietly sitting on a chair. A sloppy figure with messy hair was sitting on the carpet in front of her feet. It was Dean. In just seven days, his mouth was full of stubble. His eyes were a bit sad. He looked up at Aisha in front of him. He stroked her knees, feeling the smooth but cold knees. There was a trace of pain in his heart.
Although he didn't have much hope that he could find a way to cure the undead from the experiments of the Monster Research Institute. After all, if such a method existed, the Monster Research Institute would have used it long ago. This was definitely a good thing for human beings. But the Monster Research Institute didn't use it, so he already had an idea. But he still had hope. He thought that even if there wasn't a cure but at least he could find some direction of development. Or maybe it could stimulate him to explore the method.
But there was none.
All the experiments ended in failure.
Moreover the experiments were very complete. Even if he was the one doing it it would be difficult to do better.
Is there really no hope?
He looked at her and repeatedly asked himself.
Although he didn't want to think about it and didn't want to admit it but the trace of reason in his heart told him that the boundary between life and death was very far and how irreversible it was! Even the richest man in the world in the old era couldn't buy his life from the God of Death!
He knew Aisha's situation better than anyone else. He didn't want to think about it and didn't want to believe it. But he knew it in his heart. He hated himself for knowing too much. If he could be ignorant and superstitious like the people of this era then maybe he could continue to have hope.
He would rather believe in God if he could bring her back to life.
He was even willing to pray to the gods.
The experimental data from the Monster Research Institute made him admit the truth.
He really couldn't come back.
He thought of the girl's playful smile when they met for the first time. He thought of how she looked like when she was the Saintess when they met again. He thought of how cold she looked when she leaned against each other in the ice cave in the barren area. If he could go back in time, how he wished he could return to that barrier made of ice. That was the warmest place in his memory!
However, time could not be reversed, just like how a dead person could not be resurrected.
This was irreversible, and he could only rely on himself to adapt.
But how painful was it to adapt to loss?
During this process of adaptation, time did not speed up. It continued to flow slowly, as if everything had nothing to do with it.
Dean looked up at her beautiful face. It was like a frozen face that would never fade. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. It seemed that all the tears had already flowed out.
His eyes slowly became empty. He moved closer to her knees and rested his head on her lap.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt a soft hand gently stroking his hair. The comfortable feeling made him intoxicated, and he didn't want to open his eyes. Then he heard a soft voice coming from above his head. "The ground is cold. Get up."
This familiar voice and tone made his heart tremble. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at her. He saw that Aisha was still in the same position as before. Her hands were still hanging on both sides. It seemed that everything was an illusion.
Then he saw that his eyes were a little blurred. He raised his hand to wipe his eyes. His face was wet with tears.
He laughed as he watched, and as he laughed, he suddenly hugged her leg and wailed like a child.
He wept so bitterly that his voice was hoarse. As he wept, he could not help thinking, would she see him in this state and comfort him as she had done in his dream?
This thought made him burst into tears. He looked up at Aisha. What he saw was still the same indifferent expression. There was no trace of change. He couldn't go back to the past.
For a long time.
Dean slowly calmed down. He slowly climbed up from the ground and sat next to Aisha. He looked around the empty room. The decoration inside was extremely luxurious. He looked around and suddenly thought that human beings in this world could evolve to the level of pioneers. They had completely broken the cognition of the old era. Then why should he care about the so-called "rational worldview" of the old era?
What was rationality?
Was it rationality to not use emotion?
Or was it rationality to follow the basic cognition of the worldview?
If so, since things like the Undead existed and those extraterrestrial invaders had appeared, why should he follow the worldview of human beings on earth?
Thinking of this, his dim eyes gradually glowed. He remembered what he had said to Richelieu before. No one could prove the existence of God. Therefore, no one could deny the existence of God.
In that case, no one could prove the existence of the soul. Therefore, no one could deny the existence of the soul!
In this world, no one would believe that there was a plane. Technology would always break the original worldview. In that case, when technology multiplied to a higher level, why couldn't the dead come back to life?
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was reasonable. At the same time, he felt a strong impulse in his body. He said to Aisha: "Even if everyone's experiment failed, I will succeed! I will definitely save you! "
Aisha was silent.
Dean stared at her for a moment. He stood up and moved the torn experimental materials on the desk. He saw Neuss and Sergei outside the door. They were whispering to each other but Dean could hear them clearly. He said: "You two, come in."
Sergei and Neuss were shocked as they heard the sound from the room. They were pleasantly surprised as they immediately went forward to open the door. They saw that the room was in a mess. Books were scattered all over the floor. Neuss lifted his foot and stepped through the gap between the books. He looked at Aisha who was sitting on the chair next to him. Then he looked at Dean. He couldn't recognize Dean in just seven days.
Sergei had the same feeling. Although the growth rate of the human body was very small in seven days but they felt that Dean was completely different from before. Although his appearance had changed a lot but his temperament seemed to have changed. If they had to describe him then they would say that he was a wise and resourceful youth. But at this moment Dean was like a king overlooking the world. He didn't seem to have any fear.
"Master?" Neuss carefully called out.
Dean looked at him: "Are you afraid of me now?" Neuss was surprised as he didn't expect Dean to joke with him.
Neuss was surprised as he didn't expect Dean to joke with him: "No, how can I be angry with young master? I'm not sensible enough to disturb young master."
"I'm fine. I'm fine." Dean calmly said: "Didn't you say that you prepared a big meal for me? I'm hungry now. Oh, call someone to come over and tidy up this place. Don't throw away the broken books. I still need them."
Neuss and Sergei looked at each other and nodded.
Dean followed Neuss to the dining room. He hadn't eaten for seven days so he was hungry.
While eating, he thought of the poisoning incident and asked, "Have you caught the distant relatives of the worker from last time?"
Neuss, who was standing at the side, immediately answered: "Young Master, we found that person's distant relative, but he was already dead by the time we found him. It seems he committed suicide."
Dean was not surprised: "Are there any clues about the follow-up of this matter?"
Neuss replied: "Not yet. I have sent people to investigate the people that the worker has been in contact with in recent months. But there are no clues."
"So, this matter has come to an end at this point?"
"… Yes, yes." Neuss answered with some difficulty.
Dean drank a spoonful of soup: "Let's put this matter aside for the time being. The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light. It will be very difficult to find them. Fortunately, they aren't smart enough. They didn't take this opportunity to deliberately leave clues to mislead us. Otherwise we will become their weapons."
Neuss saw that Dudian didn't seem to care about this matter. He was startled: "Master, are we going to let this matter go?"
"That's the only way."
Neuss was stunned and somewhat indignant in his heart, "These people almost caused you to have a big accident. Are we just going to eat this in silence?"
"We are sitting in this position. Isn't it normal to eat in silence?" Dean comforted him: "You should pay what you get. Be careful in the future. They didn't succeed this time, but I guess they will try again next time. As long as you are careful, sooner or later they will take the initiative to come to your door."
Neuss gritted his teeth: "Young Master, I'll be more careful next time. I won't let them succeed!"
"Alright." Dudian nodded. His attitude was a lot more serious as he patted his shoulder: "In order to punish you, from today on you have to follow me and learn how to drink liquor. I won't quit because of these villains!"
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