Bright light fell from the ceiling, reflecting the pale white walls coolly and cleanly. Alvin, wearing loose clothes with blue and white vertical stripes, carefully walked to the door and looked at the corridor through the small window above, his expression full of excitement.
It's full of vigilance and alertness.
Seeing that there were only people wearing similar clothes squatting, standing, or walking back and forth in the corridor, Alvin's eyes flashed, and he turned to the other bed in the room, gently patted the sleeping man above, and called softly.
: "Clement! Clement!"
The man shrank back reflexively, looking at Alvin warily with a pair of eyes like burning flames: "You, what are you doing?"
He speaks with a lisp like a toddler.
"Clement, stop pretending. No one is watching outside. We should discuss how to escape from here and regain strength." Alvin looked at his companions in front of him sincerely and eagerly, and a pair of people behind him.
White wings protruded from the specially made slits in the clothes and spread out in the room.
The man with flaming eyes showed a hint of disgust and spoke incoherently: "I, I am not Clement, I have said it many times! They, they told me, I am Mac, MacLeod, a
Out, an outstanding magician, a great alchemist, a man destined to create miracles!"
It seemed that because he had spoken too much, the last half of his sentence became much more fluent than before.
"You!" Alvin said in shock and anger, "You are not pretending? How can you forget your noble and sacred identity! We are the angels of the Lord! We are the life closest to the true God! We can destroy and save this world.
Noble one!"
He had difficulty controlling his voice for a moment.
The man who called himself McLeod was frightened by such a roar, and curled up to the corner of the bed like a child: "I, I won't talk to you anymore, you are a bad, bad guy!"
Alvin looked at the "childlike" expression of this mature and handsome angel, and could not hide his disappointment. He shook his head pitifully: "You guys, you have really forgotten. How could it be like this? Am I the only one?"
I still remember the Lord, I still remember the glory of the past, and I still want to return to Heavenly Mountain..."
The more he talked, the sadder he became. Alvin opened the door, entered the corridor, and paced back and forth to relieve his mood.
He paid no attention to the unfamiliar people around him, which was due to the pride of Seraph. He once tried to escape from the place where he and others were imprisoned, but his strength was sealed by an unimaginable force, and he was easily defeated.
The guarding magician was captured.
At this time, a blond man also wearing loose clothes with blue and white vertical stripes came over, looked around warily, and when he passed by, he whispered to Alvin: "God."
Alvin was startled in his heart, and then burst into ecstasy. Do they still remember the Lord? They are devout believers of the Lord who was captured by the magician.
So, he nodded slightly as a reply to the man.
The man pointed forward with his right hand just out of reach, gesturing for him to follow him.
Alvin looked around and followed the man to another room.
"Do you remember the Lord?" Alvin closed the door and asked happily.
"Hahahaha!" The blond man lost his cautious expression, put his hands on his hips, and laughed, "I always believe that there are still people who remember me. I am the unique true god who rules the heaven and the earth. I will pass on my teachings to you today!
"
Alvin looked at him in astonishment, and then anger surged into his heart: "A lunatic!"
His physical strength was still strong, so he pushed the man to the wall, and then returned to the corridor. He felt inexplicably desolate, sad and depressed: "Lord, have they all forgotten you? Your miracles will never be seen again."
Will it come to the earth?"
"Shh." A black-haired man squatting in the corner and shivering raised his index finger to his lips.
He also wears blue and white vertical striped clothes.
"Do you remember the Lord?" Alvin asked casually without hope.
The man looked around in fear and said in a very low voice: "Remember, I am a devout believer in the Lord. I was caught here and tortured about a big secret. Shhh, don't look at me like that. Those evil magicians are hiding behind
Look around."
His body was shaking even more violently, and it seemed that as soon as he walked out of this corner, he would be caught and tortured by the magician.
"Do you really remember?" Alvin asked in surprise.
The man solemnly drew a cross on his chest: "Only the truth lasts forever!"
Alvin felt a layer of mist coming out of his eyes, and he made the sign of the cross in an unusually sacred and solemn manner: "May your way walk on the earth as you walk in your country."
The black-haired man waved Alvin over: "Since we are all devout believers in the Lord, I will tell you the big secret. You can find a way to escape and then come and save me."
Alvin squatted solemnly next to the black-haired man and whispered: "Will the magician hear me?"
The black-haired man smiled proudly and said: "I have arranged the strongest and best secret lock in the world in this corner. It is the safest place, so I hide here!"
Alvin looked at the empty surroundings blankly, why can't I feel the existence of the Mystery Lock? Being sealed does not mean that my natural ability is not there!
The man ignored him and put his mouth to his ear: "I will tell you the secret."
"Okay." Alvin didn't have time to think about the secret lock, and concentrated on listening to the secret.
The black-haired man's voice was very low: "Actually, I am the God of Truth!"
Ah? Alvin looked at him dumbfounded, and the black-haired man's expression became pitiful and divine: "I came to the earth to save this filthy world. You are the first mortal who knows my identity. I decree you...
My angel..."
Before he finished speaking, two men in black magic robes came over, grabbed the black-haired man and dragged him forward.
"Find a way to escape quickly, and then come and save me!"
"I will kill myself on the cross to redeem this filthy world!"
Alvin was still stunned, but one of the magicians cast a spell, silenced the black-haired man, and said coldly: "It's time to take medicine."
"Madmen, there are all madmen here!" Alvin thought with pain and anger, "The damn magician actually locked us holy angels with a group of madmen! It's so abominable! It's so blasphemous!"
At this time, two other magicians arrived and held Alvin back: "Ms. Rachel wants to see you."
Alvin didn't struggle because he knew it would be useless to struggle.
While walking, he accidentally kicked a man lying on the ground.
But the man, who was also wearing blue and white vertical striped clothes, said nothing and tried his best to remain as he was.
"I'm sorry." Alvin apologized gracefully, but the man didn't respond.
Just when Alvin was confused, the magician next to him laughed in a low voice: "Don't worry about him, the corpse can't talk and won't feel pain."
"Is he an undead?" Alvin didn't think it looked like him at all, he was obviously a living person!
The magician chuckled: "He thinks he is a rotten corpse without intelligence, so..."
"Who are these people!" Alvin felt like he was going crazy.
After passing through the complicated corridor, Alvin was taken into an elegantly decorated room, where there was an ordinary-looking but always energetic woman.
The woman sitting behind the desk raised her head, looked at Alvin with her flaxen eyes, and smiled: "How are you feeling lately?"
"Not very good." Alvin was fixed on the chair opposite and replied cautiously.
The magician badge on Rachel's chest has turned into nine black rings, and the arcane badge also has eight silver stars. She nodded and said: "This is normal. You retain the original memory. You can't be like McGraw.
Your Excellency De and the others will also have all their memories wiped directly, and then their personalities will be reshaped based on historical data, because it is easy to erase your original memories together, and even if Your Excellency Evans takes action, there is no certainty."
"You erased their memories!" Alvin was shocked and angry.
Rachel frowned in confusion: "This is a normal recovery and research process. In fact, when you recover to a certain stage, Mr. Evans will be more confident in erasing Alvin's personality and memory without harming anyone."
Your original memory, wait a minute, what is your name now?"
"I am Alvin! You evil magicians not only imprison us normal and holy angels with madmen, but you also want to erase all my memories!" Alvin struggled hard, but the magic iron ring held him back.
He is firmly bound.
Rachel tapped the table lightly: "It seems that there was something wrong with the last course of treatment, which caused recurrence. Well, Maskelyne, no, Alvin, please wait and take the medicine together."
"Maskillen..." Alvin felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his mind was in chaos, and it seemed that there was another self fighting with him in his heart.
"Although the cause of your current condition is 'extraordinary', your condition is not complicated. It is a typical split personality. I will have a detailed discussion with Maskelyne at that time to see if he is willing to retain the fusion or eradicate it directly." Lei
Chel said with an unchanged expression.
"I, am I a madman?" Alvin felt that his head was about to explode.
At this time, several magicians walked in, holding sky blue potions in their hands.
Rachel nodded gently and said to the magicians: "Remember, his medicine cannot be stopped."
Alvin drank the medicine blankly, and his eyes suddenly saw the nameplate on Rachel's desk: "The Fifth Research Institute of the Magic Council - Qingshan Recovery Center, Deputy Director..."
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