Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Chapter 222 Xila: Father, I need repairs

As an artificial weapon, Xila's personal emotions and desires are suppressed by drugs, instruments, or human intervention, causing her personality to become defective and dim.

She became an experimental subject when she was still young, and apart from completing the task, she had no common sense at all.

But human nature is to reject the source of one's own pain.

Even if she doesn't understand that this feeling is called disgust.

Xila hated every researcher. They were demons that were against God. They not only hurt her sister, but also her father.

Why can't the researcher be killed?

Xila lowered her head dejectedly. She could not disobey her father's orders. If her father did not allow her to kill, then she could not kill.

She touched her aching chest and wondered if something was wrong with her body. Why did she feel so uncomfortable in her heart?

The blond girl raised her head and stared at her father expressionlessly, her blue eyes a hollow, void of function. She spoke calmly, "Father, I'm broken. My heart needs repair. It suddenly started to hurt. There's no external or internal damage. It's a dull, stabbing pain, and the problem lasted for one minute and fifteen seconds. The same symptoms appeared when Subject A1 died, lasting two minutes and nineteen seconds."

Subject A115 is her sister.

She knelt on one knee and said seriously, "I will follow your instructions, father."

Instead of pulling her up directly, Furuya Ling put the bouquet aside and looked at her tenderly and joyfully.

"You're not broken, Xila."

Xila tilted her head and looked at him intently.

Fūya Rei nodded to his heart and smiled brightly: "That's called sadness."

"Sad?" Xila repeated it, imitating his pauses and syllables.

"It's sad."

The blond young man was very perceptive and saw the crux of the matter at a glance. He patiently and gently explained, "You're upset that I rejected your request for someone you hate. I gave gifts to others and you didn't, and you're also upset that you're not the only one standing by my side."

There was an inexplicable emotion hidden deep in his eyes, but a closer look revealed an extremely cold scrutiny.

Xiao Xila, what will you become when you learn the emotions that humans are supposed to have?

When you learn in the future that killing is a sin, will you feel remorse and pain?

Regarding your only bond, facing the 'father' whom you value so much, what choice will you make?

The philosopher tilted his head and smiled mysteriously, his voice carrying a slight sense of fatalism: "Congratulations, Xila, you are growing."

Xila thought for a moment, then said, seemingly understandingly, "I'm sad that my father doesn't belong to me alone, and I can't kill the one who stole my father's weapon."

A weapon can only have one owner, but the owner can own several weapons at the same time.

If you want to monopolize the master, you must cut off other weapons.

She felt that she was not wrong, and it could even be considered natural. It was an instinct engraved in her soul.

Fūya Rei, who could easily tell what she was thinking, instantly broke free from the philosopher's overly dark exploration of life and the future, and held his forehead with a headache. Didn't the little girl completely not understand the situation?

He squatted down, put his hand on the girl's shoulder, and taught her earnestly with an unprecedented seriousness: "Listen, Xila, you made a mistake."

"You are not a weapon, you are a person, my daughter. I can throw away weapons, but I will never throw away a child. I can have many weapons, but you are my only child. Do you understand?"

(Sira, who sees Hikaru Amuro in the future: ...What happened to the promise that I was the only child?)

Xila blinked her eyes, which were as clear as the blue sky, and said honestly, "Although I didn't understand, my heart doesn't hurt anymore. I've healed on my own now and don't need any repairs. Father, I remember everything you said."

Fūya Ling patted her head and praised her, "Not bad, little Xila has become smarter."

He curved his eyes and looked at the girl, like the iceberg-soaked waters of the Arctic Ocean, or like the radiance of a bright moon, cold yet affectionate. "Xila, can you help me put away my violin? I'm worried someone might accidentally break it."

At first he didn't realize how valuable the violin Martini brought was. It was not until he arrived at the theater and saw artists and celebrities surrounding the violin with jealousy and envy that he realized the extraordinary nature of the violin.

Jesus violin.

Those that are still circulating today are either in museums, secretly collected by wealthy people, or well-preserved as mascots of national music groups.

Suddenly, the violin in my hand became hot.

This is a treasure worth more than 1700 million US dollars.

Converted into Japanese yen, it is nearly 25 billion.

When Furuya Rei found out, his heart stopped. Even when he was in his Worrier state, he could instantly become as wealthy as a nation, and even when he was in his Philosopher state, he never lacked money.

But - Bourbon is just a humble salary thief from the distillery and not a wealthy civil servant.

Recalling the number of 25 billion, he choked.

Where did that guy Martini steal the guitar from? Will it cause an international dispute?

If he hadn't been about to go on stage and hadn't had a replacement instrument, he wouldn't have insisted on bringing the Jesus violin.

He was very careful when pulling it, for fear that he would not be able to afford the compensation if it was bumped.

What if, he meant what if he accidentally broke it, would the cabinet help him compensate for it?

Forget it, I'd better find a way to fleece the organization.

Keep a reserve of 25 billion yuan just in case.

Fang Guling looked upright and prepared for a rainy day.

Xila also knew how much his father valued the violin, so he nodded and quickly went to ask the people from the musical troupe for the violin.

After she left, Jōtani Ling pinched his numb legs, staggered to his feet, his eyes fixed on the flowers in the basket. He gently picked up a blue rose and pinned it in the pocket of his white suit, then lovingly picked up the bouquet beside him and slowly walked out.

Miyano Shiho tugged at the stuffed doll on her bag irritably and looked around the actors' dressing rooms curiously. One after another, unremarkable faces became dazzling and gorgeous under the makeup artists' hands.

Bravo.

Opposite the dressing room was the changing room. Miyano Shiho glanced over there quietly. The gorgeous dance dresses and shoes were carefully hung up. The huge floor-to-ceiling mirror was clean and transparent, reflecting the tuxedo next to it that exuded a gentlemanly and ancient atmosphere. Rows of gentlemen's canes stood quietly, as if a polite young noble would pick it up at the next moment.

Further inside was the prop storage room, with large audio equipment, exquisite lighting equipment, garlands surrounding the stage, and so on, which dazzled her eyes and she couldn't take her eyes off it all.

"How did the young lady get in here? Are you lost?"

A gentle voice with a smile came, and a bouquet of beautifully wrapped flowers suddenly appeared in front of her.

The flowers are white, but the inner petals are rose red. They grow in clusters at the top of the branches, looking very lively.

Miyano Shiho looked past the bouquet, raised her head slightly, and met the handsome face of the blond young man.