How Many Tomorrows There Are

"I really can't understand your nasty taste, gentleman."

The scientist rolled his eyes to the sky and yawned again. Fatigue would reduce the accuracy of his judgment. Since he was blocked by the gentleman in the laboratory, he has been working continuously for nearly forty hours.

At this time, he was staring at the unmodified video, watching the interaction between No. 199 and the subject. When No. 199 pressed his hand on the subject's head, he swore that the gentleman next to him trembled. A sigh of satisfaction resounded in the laboratory. The sound was originally very soft, but because the room was quiet, it was very clear.

After the family of No. 199 had dinner, the experimental subject began to feel drowsy after eating. After all, he was a child with limited physical strength. No. 199 carried him to the bathroom.

There is no camera in the bathroom. They should not be able to see the picture, but what is strange is that the picture of the bathroom appeared on the screen. This camera is very strange. There will be a black screen intermittently, blinking like eyes.The angle of view was very high at first, higher than the height of an adult, and then the angle of view became shorter, as if the camera was lowered.Looking down from the angle of view, there is a child's body, and then there is a small bench.It feels like a child's eyes are cameras.

A man's face appeared in the picture, with caring and gentle eyes. The man took off his clothes with his own hands, wet his body with hot water, took out a bath ball and began to make bubbles on it.

The scientist widened his eyes and licked his lips, anticipating the next drama.

"You can go out now." The gentleman applied indifferently, but his voice was already stained with a low hoarse desire.

Scientist: Disposable, social society.

When they first got the gentleman's experimental plan, the scientists couldn't believe that it would come from the ruthless gentleman who has always been known for his ruthlessness. That plan, even he would say crazy, connected the nerves of the two of them in some way At the same time, it is quite creative to convey the five senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch.

After sighing, he directly rejected the gentleman: "Games are one thing, but seriousness is another. You should do something else to divert your attention. Transform yourself for a slave? If the director knew, he would be happy to give him Design a wonderful ending." The scientist persuaded the gentleman a few words, completely from the bottom of his heart, he felt that number 199 was so pitiful that he had provoked such a perverted guy.He secretly copied the plan, and was going to find materials to try when the gentleman left.

"Like you did to yourself?" The gentleman's gaze swept across the scales that spread and covered the scientist's skin.

"I do it for faith."

However, the gentleman was not easily persuaded. The scientist touched his things, and Hodge hadn't settled the matter with him yet, so he just used it as a threat.

"I didn't touch him at all." Just crawled all over him.

To be honest, many people don't believe this.

Seeing that the gentleman's expression seemed to be more gloomy, the scientist secretly scolded himself which pot would not be opened and which pot to lift, so he had to give in: "Okay. I will first cultivate the experimental body as the 'sender', gene synthesis, accelerated growth... It's done, now we just need to Just wait."

Scientists have not withstood the coercion and temptation of gentlemen. To be precise, it is the temptation of this plan. Researchers always lack a moral bottom line and are willing to break through the boundaries and continue to explore.Give people a lofty reason, a goal higher than life, and most ordinary people can break through their own offline. After all, for science, for human beings, for the world, there must be sacrifices.

The process of cultivating experimental subjects is very easy, but most of them do not meet the standards for entering the second stage of five-sense synchronization and can only be destroyed. Only one meets the standards. It is almost a perfect combination of two people's genes, and their appearance and mind are perfectly inherited from the gentleman. , physical fitness inherited the man's excellent health.

The experimental subject was stopped by the gentleman when he was six years old. This is a wonderful age, both physically and psychologically.The test subject is 115 cm tall and weighs 21 kg, almost reaching the thigh or waist of an adult. It is comfortable to hold, heavy but not tiring. On the other hand, the mental state of children between the ages of five and seven is already significantly different from that of young children , They retain the innocence and liveliness of children, and gradually have their own ideas and ways of thinking, and begin to form their own personalities, making the interaction very interesting.

The scientist first tested the data of the experimental body. With the simulation, deduction and assistance of the brain, he successfully completed the operation and created the "sender", which can transmit the external environment accurately, synchronously and directionally through connection. Give it all kinds of stimulation.

Compared with the "sender", the standard of the "recipient" is not so strict, and as the main body of the whole plan, the "recipient" has a higher initiative, as long as he wants, the "recipient" can see it at any time The "Sender" sees all, hears all that he hears, feels all that he feels.There is also a switch on his body, he can choose to accept and reject the five senses independently, that is to say, when he wants to stop, he can stop at any time.

The only regret is that this five-sense synchronization effect cannot be stored, otherwise it will be a very good product and can be marketed.

The scientist imagined that from the perspective of a six-year-old child, he watched the man put bubbles on his body, felt the rough palms massage and rub the skin with the bath ball, washed every part of the body, rinsed it with hot water, and wiped it with a dry towel. Drying all over... There was a hissing sound in the hallway.

Hodge lay in a chair, closed his eyes, but there was a picture of a man taking good care of "himself" in his head. He "saw" the soft facial lines of the man and the slightly raised curvature of the corners of his mouth, and "himself" was very obedient and obedient , he could feel hot water at a suitable temperature pouring over every part of his skin, and the temperature of the delicate bubbles was slightly lower, and "self" trembled when he touched it.

The man's voice seemed to be right next to his ears: "Is it cold?"

"No." Hodge heard the voice of "myself" say this, the tone was tender and shy.

The man continued the action just now, from the limbs to the torso, and after the whole body was covered with white foam, he gave the clumsy "self" a hand to help him clean from top to bottom.The man's palm is very big, or the little guy is too small, the man can hold the little guy's waist, and it seems that a little force can tear his arm off, so the man's movements are very gentle and careful, as if Treat a precious and fragile treasure.

Hodge pursed his lips in contentment as he mocked the man who had steadfastly refused when he asked him to touch him.

"You touch me..."

"Do not."

Look, you're touching me, didn't you expect that?

The confined space, the handsome man, the space is almost distorted, far away from the real world, twisting the beautiful and warm relationship between father and son into corrupt desires.When the light comes here, it will retreat and hide, as if it is ashamed of the evil that breeds inside.

The little guy was washed clean and fragrant, and he couldn't help but smell his own body.

"It smells like lemon." He wrinkled his small nose, as if he didn't quite get used to it.

"This is body wash for adults. I'll buy some that you can use later. Do you have a favorite scent?"

It's okay, I think it smells like Dad.

The little guy wanted to say this at first, but he didn't express it because he was shy, so he thought for a while: "Does it taste like egg custard?"

Brett froze for a moment, his heart softened in a mess, and he thought it was funny: "I'm afraid there won't be many, but I'll try to find them for you."

"If it's too much trouble, ordinary taste is fine."

"It's okay." The man said softly. When we first met, the big and the small were still a little alienated, but after taking a hot bath, they gradually became close. This child is too warm, well-behaved and sensible. He tried his best to let himself It is very distressing to be able to be liked by a man.

While he was bathing the little guy, the little wolf had already helped make up the bed. This is a three-room residence, and Brett and the little wolf each occupy one room. The previous room was empty and piled up with sundries. It can also live in people.

"I..." The little guy hesitated, clutching Brett's clothes nervously, like a puppy who just arrived in a new environment and is afraid of the dark, afraid to sleep alone.Brett tried his best to remind himself of the danger of his other biological father, so he could barely maintain his vigilance, instead of directly raising the white flag to surrender, he came to share the bed with his father and son.

"You are an independent little adult, you have to learn to sleep by yourself."

"En." The little guy nodded earnestly. If this is what Dad expects, he will try his best to do it well.

Brett put him on the bed: "If you're afraid of the dark, I'll leave after you fall asleep."

After waiting for a while, the little guy closed his eyes and remained motionless. Brett listened to his heartbeat and knew that the other person was not asleep. With a temptation in his heart, he pretended not to notice and left the room lightly.

He ordered some clothes and necessities through his brain, and after washing, he took the dog back to his bedroom, pretending that he didn't notice the open door.

The little guy's eyes were slightly sore, he bit his lips to prevent the moisture from condensing in his eyes and falling down, he felt infinite grievances in his heart: Why can that pet sleep in Dad's room?He is obviously much older than himself!

"I'm an independent little adult." The little guy told himself repeatedly that his father must be doing it for his own good. As for that dog, a pet, it's just for pampering. When it's really critical, you can't count on it.

"I have to be as upright a man as my father is."

Despite convincing himself so much, Hope was still full of disappointment. He returned to his bed, stared at the ceiling with his big caramel-colored eyes for a while, feeling the loneliness of being alone, and slowly fell asleep as the night darkened and tiredness swept over him. .

Seeing all this, the indifferent nobleman spat out two words: "Trash."

Not one pet can handle it.

Children are naturally lethargic, and Hope was in a bad mood when he fell asleep the night before. He didn't wake up until after nine o'clock the next day. Brett's order from last night had already arrived.

Hope wore temporary pajamas made from adult men's T-shirts, rubbed his eyes and walked to the bathroom. He found all kinds of things prepared for himself, small towels, small cups, small toothbrushes, and strawberry-flavored children's toothpaste.

The little guy swept away the troubles that happened last night and became happy. In order to show his independent manly side, he refused his father's help and completed all the tasks of brushing his teeth, washing his face and combing his hair by himself.

Brett made Hope breakfast, fried eggs, bacon and toast with broccoli.

The little wolf who wanted to eat bacon was rejected by Brett on the grounds that he had already had breakfast. The werewolf couldn't help but sneer: "Look at this family, you only need a wife."

Brett didn't let the other party laugh at his indifferent temper one after another, and pointed at him jokingly.

The little wolf is very sensitive: "What do you mean, laugh at me for not being a man enough, and look down on me?"

Brett shrugged, the little guy came up to him and whispered something in his ear, then "giggled" and laughed, the man also smiled back and whispered to him a few times, the little guy laughed even harder.

"Hey—" Xiaolang frowned, "You guys arrange me in front of me, it's too much!"

In the past, they were invincible one-on-one, but now two-on-one, the record is even worse.

Oh, no, it was three against one... He almost forgot about the dog.

The little wolf's eyes were dead, and he felt that the life of a wolf was difficult.

Brett: Why not mention your wife?

The author has something to say: After taking a sip of stain remover, I feel clean again