Conan's Helping People

Before Belmode spoke, the black-haired kid blinked again and added: "No wonder everyone likes to touch their eyes. The feeling when touching your eyes is very real."

It was indeed real. You could feel the other person's warm skin and every subtle movement of his eyes. You could even feel whether the skin under your hands was tense and resisting, or whether it was relaxing obediently.

Moreover, eyes are one of the weak points of human beings.

This feeling of controlling other people's weaknesses is really good.

Belmode stared at the green eyes of the black-haired kid and looked at them a few more times.

There was a slight movement in her heart, and she suddenly said: "Apart from that gentleman, who else likes to touch your eyes?"

The black-haired kid is a member of the code name after all. There are not many people in the organization who can always touch his eyes, and that gentleman is one of them.

But for others, there are only some high-end technical personnel...such as the Miyano couple.

"...Dr. Miyano, she also likes to touch my eyes." The black-haired kid looked at her and thought for a moment before spitting out this title.

Sure enough, it was Elena Miyano.

Belmode stretched out his hand, gently touched the black hair of the black-haired kid with his fingertips, and looked into his eyes.

She asked softly: "Does Dr. Miyano like you very much?"

The black-haired kid didn't respond, but still looked up at her, with the dark spots in the corners of his eyes like heavy eyeliner.

"Many people say that clones are different from normal humans. Their outlook, morality, and focus of thinking are all skewed." Belmod said while thinking, "Do you agree with this point of view?"

"There are also many people who are envious of me. They envy me for having a code name, a special physique, and being able to serve that gentleman." The black-haired kid stared at her for a while and then said slowly, "Do you agree with this point of view?"

Ah, it seems that there is not much difference between the black-haired kid and normal people.

Just looking at the front-end research data, it seems that those clones are racially different from humans.

Although the appearance is exactly the same as that of normal humans, the core is completely different, giving people a sense of fear like the uncanny valley effect.

But when facing this black-haired kid, Belmode didn't feel this way.

She could clearly feel that this child was indeed different from normal humans, both in terms of thinking logic and emotional core.

But she did not regard this kid as a clone, but as a human child who was different from ordinary people and the same kind.

...Maybe, because they are indeed the same type and have all taken certain drugs.

And this black-haired kid is indeed a miracle. He is not the same kind of person as his compatriots or normal humans, only people like her.

Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, the black-haired kid took the initiative and said, "I agree."

He slowly stretched out his hand and touched Belmod's cheek. When he found that he was not repulsed, his expression softened again and the curvature of his mouth widened.

"I don't know what normal human beings think, nor how they have feelings, nor how they distinguish between falsehood and reality."

He asked softly, "But I can see you, I can touch you, and I can feel your breath and body temperature. You are real."

This sentence was so baffling that Belmod blinked his eyes in surprise and immediately realized that this kid was different from normal people.

From a normal person's point of view, the other party should be... Why does it feel like being confessed?

When I think about it again, this is definitely not the way of thinking.

Belmod retrieved information about the other party in his mind, pressed on those few sentences, and finally found some relevant impressions.

In terms of core values ​​such as emotional resonance and empathy, the black-haired kid is very different from normal people.

The gentleman was very dissatisfied. He was currently undergoing special training for this kid. It was a special training on 'Can a black-haired kid have feelings if he lives in a normal world?'

Only that gentleman knew the specific content of the training.

Not only this training, but also many things about this kid were only known to that gentleman. Even Belmode could only guess the general outline of some things.

This topic is too dangerous and involves confidentiality.

Belmode stared at him, paused for a few seconds, then changed the subject and asked the question he wanted to ask, "Do you know your life experience?"

Did you know that your mother is Elena Miyano?

After knowing this, how would you feel when you see her smile at you?

The black-haired kid showed an expression of listening attentively. He did not speak immediately. Instead, he waited for a few seconds and realized that she had finished speaking before patiently asking: "What are you referring to?"

This kid actually doesn't know anything. Telling him these things is too...

For a moment, Belmode frowned and planned to change the subject.

"Does it mean that I am not a normal human being, or am I my biological parents, or my ethical parents?" Just when she was about to change the subject, the black-haired kid suddenly said.

Well……?

Belmod raised his eyebrows, "What do you know?"

"I know that I was cloned. My biological mother is Dr. Miyano, and my ethical father is that gentleman." The black-haired kid stated, and then added with a thoughtful expression.

"However, Dr. Miyano shouldn't be considered my biological mother, right? It's just that I was cultivated from her DNA."

"According to human common sense and ethics, those who raised...raised me should be my parents, so it should be that gentleman, but I'm not sure either."

Um?

Belmod looked at the black-haired kid in surprise and looked into his calm green eyes.

She didn't hide her emotions and asked directly in surprise: "Did you know that Elena Miyano is your mother? How did you know?"

Absolutely, absolutely no one would say this in front of this black-haired kid. The gentleman strictly prohibited this.

In fact, not many people knew about this matter originally. The original research team was wiped out directly, and there was no need to silence them. Logically speaking, only that gentleman and Belmode knew about this matter.

However, Elena Miyano should already know.

Although the woman pretended not to notice it at all, every smile she gave to the black-haired kid revealed the incident, as well as some small details of the relationship.

There is also a child named Miyano Akemi. That child is also very keen and has an extraordinary enthusiasm for this black-haired kid.

However, the black-haired kid was relatively indifferent to them, but he was more kind to himself.

This question obviously troubled the black-haired kid.

He pondered for a moment and began to organize his words with difficulty, "This is obvious. No one needs to tell me. But I don't quite understand why so few people find out."

Belmode listened patiently.

The black-haired kid raised his head again and blinked suggestively.

This action.

"Don't you mean to say...?" Belmod accepted the hint and blinked slowly.

The other party was obviously relieved and revealed the reason, "Yes, because of the eyes."

"Our eyes are almost exactly the same. Isn't it obvious? Others have said similar things, but they don't seem to have noticed that our eyes are not slightly similar, but almost exactly the same."

He sighed, "Isn't it strange?"

This attitude was a bit strange, and Belmode got it strangely, probably like, 'You are too mentally retarded for not noticing such an obvious thing.'

Of course, if the black-haired brat really wanted to complain, he would definitely be a little more tactful and say, "You must be too immersed in research and work."

Now, the eyes of the other party looking over are also encouraging, the kind of eyes that say 'you are different from them, you are so smart'.

Belmod slowly fell into deep thought.

She finally realized why the black-haired kid's actions when he touched her face and then handed her his ID card seemed inexplicably familiar.

I touched the dog's head and found that it had not been bitten, so I rewarded him with a bone, with the same coaxing attitude of "You are so awesome, you are so good, you are so smart!"

...Are you polite, you brat?