Chapter 305 The Joy of Life

"It called me an experiment, and the number was 015. Besides, the guy's introduction to me was not fabricated. I don't know where they got the information from.

Except for cannibalism, the others are quite consistent."

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But Riya was not so crazy as to eat people. Although capitalists would be insulted as "human flesh-eating, cold-blooded monsters" if they exaggerated, the young man still thought that he was very wronged this time.

"The voice said that they found me near the Baslow Waterway, which means that I was not here when I first came. Maybe I lost consciousness due to some special circumstances at that time.

Think about it carefully, I was originally with Shiwaer, and I don't know how I got here."

The mythical creature would definitely be anxious if it couldn't find him. Just thinking of this, Riya wanted to smash the whole house into pieces to feed Hephisgetu's clone.

But the worry was one thing. Now he was in a completely unfamiliar environment, and it was very likely that this was the inside of the remains of the legendary abyss.

Even for the gods that he has always "worshipped", Riya will not act rashly.

If the natives here all believe in the abyss, then Riya can take this opportunity to build a good relationship with them. After all, believers who believe in the same god are brothers and sisters, and it is right for everyone to help and love each other.

Outside the window, many wooden boats sail on the water, shuttling between various high-rise buildings. Those buildings are like bamboos that have broken through the ground, and the boats have become ants walking through the bamboo forest, small and persevering, and sending the guests on the boats to their destinations.

On the top floor of another high-rise building.

A second-hand vinyl record was placed on the phonograph by a hand, and the hand pulled the curtains, making the room dark.

In such a dim environment, the low sound of the record music sets off the atmosphere with a strange and different mood.

If two people are in such an environment together, an almost ambiguous atmosphere will inevitably be created with the old-fashioned music.

"Kacha... Kacha..."

The black-robed dancer embraced a skeleton and danced. Under his guidance, the dead skeleton seemed to regain its life and danced the most beautiful steps. Every movement was so coordinated and elegant.

At this moment, the dancing skeleton did not look like a dead object, but the most fascinating beauty in the world.

But even so, this dead object would still be eclipsed by the person opposite it.

Hephisgetu hummed an ancient tune and danced with the dead soul to the music, just like the lich in the legend a hundred years ago.

There was a sound outside the door.

"No. 006, don't you feel tired dancing all the time?"

"For people who love music and art, dances and music are the best ways to pass the time, so how can you feel tired?"

"Take a break. You have broken countless human bones during this period. You know, we don't have that many in stock here."

"It's a pity that without the skeletons as dance partners, maybe you, the observer, would be happy to be my dance partner."

"Impossible!!!"

The voice of the creature outside was louder, and even trembled unconsciously.

It was obvious that it was very wary and even afraid of the people inside the door. When checking this personal information, just a name that was accidentally glimpsed would make most observers avoid it like snakes and scorpions, for fear of provoking something unclean.

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But this person still took the initiative to stay. He stayed in the old-style room, listening to the sound of the phonograph record, waving his fingers, and humming along from time to time.

If the flute had not been destroyed by his own god, Hephisgetu would have even wanted to play the flute to accompany the phonograph.

"Listen to me, this is simply a perfect place. I will be satisfied as long as I stay here, provided that you can keep me from being bored."

The voice outside the door trembled again: "We don't have so many foreign humans here, and we can't gather so many complete human skeletons."

"That's your problem... Isn't there a new batch of people coming recently? I want those new ones."

Hephisgetu gave a suggestion, and the voice on the other side became tougher.

"No."

"Those people can't, they have a more important role. If they die, they can be given to you, but now it is absolutely impossible to kill them because of your unreasonable request.

Even if you are... We can't indulge you indefinitely!"

"Ah-you also know that I am indulging you."

Hephisgetu deliberately prolonged his voice, feeling that the creatures outside the door were becoming more and more fearful, he suddenly laughed, and didn't say anything, but continued to dance with the skeleton to the rhythm of the music.

The dance was quite gentle at the beginning, but the steps became bolder and crazier as it went on. The fierce rhythm and the noise-like music made the skeleton fall apart, leaving only a skull in Hephisgetu's hand.

As the dance accelerated, its upper and lower jaws also fell apart quickly.

"Pah!"

The lower jaw of the skull fell to the ground, and the remaining bones suddenly made a "crackling" sound in Hephisgetu's hand.

"Crackling--"

It broke into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

Hephisgetu stopped dancing and stood there, seeming a little hesitant: "It broke again."

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, it's broken again!!!"

The man laughed so hard that he almost couldn't breathe. He was so excited that he smashed things in the house. He lifted the table above his head and smashed it hard at other furniture. The vase was shattered, water splashed all over the floor, and colorful flowers were crushed by heavy objects, bleeding juice.

Absolute violence and music were mixed together, mixed with crazy laughter in the dim environment, and the footsteps of the evil people were like gongs and drums on the edge of death.

In the end, there was nothing intact in this room except the phonograph and its records.

"The dean said... Let you go now, and express your sincere apologies for our mistaken capture of you into the abyss."

"Why apologize?"

Hefisgetu sat on the mess, still gently shaking his fingers to the rhythm of the music, as if he was not a detained experiment at this moment, but the conductor of a grand concert.

"I came to this place on my own initiative, and I never planned to leave from the beginning."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Why? Of course, for the joy of my life."

Hefeisgetu walked down the ruins, picked up a bone on the ground and started making a new bone flute.

"During this period, you don't have to do anything, just let me stay here."