Advice from Someone Who's Never Eaten Pork to Someone About to Eat Meat / Gap Moe

Immediately after Lin died in the conventional sense for half an hour, his carotid artery healed at an inhuman speed, his heart resumed supplying blood, and his consciousness took control of his body.

In other words, Lin came back to life.

Lin rewrapped the bandages and stared at the unfamiliar figure in the mirror.

He is... turning into something...

Passing through lamps repaired by Armed Puppet, Lin, leaning against the wall and stumbling along, soon arrived at his destination. Before even entering, he could hear conversations inside.

"You don't need to thank me. It's Griseo's own ability to survive." Mobius's voice sounded deeply weary. "She's different from you. She can't control her abilities yet, so she will be temporarily placed in the Deepest Place under that woman's care. She's willing to help with these matters."

"No, Doctor, if it weren't for you performing surgery on Griseo in time..." That was Bianca's voice.

"I already said that I was forced to exchange a low probability of survival for an inevitable death. My survival was just luck. And if you had been there, would you have let me perform the surgery on Griseo?"

"..."

After a long silence, Mobius sighed softly, "Bianca, just the fact that you introduced Klein to my lab back then will make me grateful to your family for the rest of my life. So I just did what I was supposed to do. Now... I'm a little tired. You should go back."

His tone was different from Mobius's usual one; it lacked the sharp sarcasm and instead carried a strong sense of weariness. Even though Lin hadn't gone in, he could already picture Mobius taking off his shoes, putting one foot on the chair, and hugging his own leg.

... Strange, why would he think about it in such detail?

Since Mobius had already given them the order to leave, Bianca and Hen had no choice but to go. When they came out with helpless expressions, they saw Lin standing at the door and were immediately stunned.

Lin Chong and the others nodded slightly. Even though his neck had begun to heal, his vocal cords were still damaged and he needed to rest for a while.

"Forest..."

Just as Hen was about to speak, Bianca covered his mouth. Her eyes darted around, then she smiled, made a "shh" gesture to Hen, nodded to Lin, and quickly pulled Hen away.

"Why did you pull me?" Hen asked, puzzled, after walking a distance.

Bianca gave him a disapproving look. "Don't we always talk about things at home? Do you want others to hear?"

Back to the point, Lin placed his hand on the doorknob, pondered for a moment, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Come in."

Lin then pushed open the door and entered.

What came into view was exactly as Lin had expected: a girl in a white coat was huddled in a chair, her long hair falling into her clothes without her noticing, hugging her legs, her solemn expression showing a hint of weariness.

The office was in chaos again, with clutter scattered everywhere, stockings abandoned in a corner, and a half-eaten instant noodle container. Even the collar of her white coat was not buttoned properly, revealing half of her slightly dangerously smooth skin. Her pinkish-green snake eyes stared blankly at something, and even her golden earrings seemed a little dim.

Noticing that the person who entered didn't speak, Mobius looked up impatiently. "Speak quickly if you have something to say..."

The helmeted man stood awkwardly in the doorway, seemingly having inadvertently disturbed Mobius when she wanted to rest, triggering her temper and making her even more irritable.

What he didn't notice was that the green-haired girl was staring intently at the bandage wrapped around his neck.

Only after she realized she seemed to be staring intently did she reveal a cold expression. "Not dead?"

"..." Lin Wei nodded.

"You're lucky you're still alive. Get out of here."

"..."

Chapter 133 Advice from Someone Who's Never Eaten Pork to Someone Who's About to Eat It

Lin believes the biggest problem with associating with Mobius is that you never know when you might step on Mobius's landmine, just like now.

He didn't quite understand how he had managed to survive and offend Mobius.

"Aren't you going to get lost?" Mobius's tone became even more impatient. She glared at Lin fiercely, wishing she could tear a piece of flesh off him with her gaze.

"..." Lin could only send her a message using his communicator.

What are you angry about?

Mobius put down the communicator and gave a familiar cold laugh, "Angry? I'm not angry. Have you forgotten what I said before? I've hated you from the beginning. Now, get out of here right now, immediately."

Can't we discuss this?

"Get out and we can discuss it."

Lin was at a loss. This time, Mobius's anger level was unusually high, and he wasn't given any chance to reason with him.

He thought for a moment, and under Mobius's gaze, which shifted from resentment to confusion, he lay down on the ground.

"... Crash." He rolled on the floor and rolled out of the door.

"..."

Under the shocked gazes of Klein and the Danzhu sisters outside the door, he rolled quickly, rolling all the way out of the laboratory, and then after a while he rolled back in, rolling precisely into the office, landing right under Mobius's chair, just centimeters away from her stockinged legs.

He took out his communicator and typed.

I'm back.

This time, Mobius was no longer angry; her gaze had completely turned into disdain.

She lifted her bare foot and stomped on his face.

"I'm tired, don't bother me." Mobius didn't know if she had calmed down or was speechless at Lin's stubborn attitude. In the end, she lay down on the desk, fiddling with a ballpoint pen in one hand.

Lin Mo watched her from behind. Seeing that she really didn't seem to be in the mood to talk to him, he turned his gaze to the messy surroundings.

Without much thought, he dragged his disabled body and began cleaning the room.

Mobius rested her head on the table, her long, flowing hair obscuring her eyes. She heard the sound behind her but remained motionless and silent.

Mobius's room was messy yet stylish. Her stockings were usually disposable, but she didn't want the things she was going to use to get smelly, so she would stuff the stockings into a corner. Her habit as a researcher led her to arrange leftover instant noodle containers neatly like utensils. There were also three or four different blankets that she would take out from wherever she randomly found a place to sleep, as well as other daily necessities.

Based on Lin's understanding of her, sorting things out was relatively easy.

Although he still couldn't balance his body very well, he managed to clean the room in about ten minutes, throwing away the trash, putting all the clothes in the washing machine, and folding the blankets neatly and putting them together.

Compared to ten minutes ago, it's like heaven and hell...

"Smack."

A pair of stockings landed on his helmet.

"..."

Lin Mo took off her stockings, then turned to look at Mobius, who had somehow stood up and was standing with his arms crossed, coldly watching him. Her gaze moved down and she noticed that one of her stockings was missing.

He didn't say anything, just tossed the stockings into the laundry basket, intending to wash them later...

"Smack."

Another pair of stockings was thrown onto the ground next to it.

"..."

Lin ignored it and simply picked them up and put them together.

"Smack."

White coat.

"Smack."

A pair of shoes.

Lin picked them all up and put them aside, then silently watched Mobius, whose hand was resting on his collar.

Her face was flushed, and she glared at Lin through gritted teeth, while Lin remained indifferent, completely unconcerned about her attempt to disturb him while he was cleaning the room.

Should I continue taking off clothes? She's only wearing a top and a pencil skirt, and underneath she's just in her underwear, and... and... she's not wearing anything on top today...

Lin was actually secretly observing Mobius. The unusual shyness on her youthful face amused him.

Bathed in the dim glow of the chandelier, Mobius pursed his lips and, in front of Lin, lifted his shirt, revealing his smooth, flat stomach, as beautiful as a work of art...

Her pretty face was burning hot, and with heavy breathing, she looked at Lin...

Forest?

There was no one standing in front of her.

She stared blankly to the side. Lin was squatting idly in front of the washing machine. After the bell rang, he took out the washed clothes and threw in the clothes that Mobius had just taken off.

He seemed completely unconcerned whether she took her clothes off or not.

After a brief silence, Mobius erupted.

"Go to hell!"

Lin couldn't dodge in time and was pinned to the floor by Mobius. She held Lin's hands down in a rage and shouted, "How come you're so lucky? You're as resilient as a tardigrade. How come that knife didn't kill you?"

"..."

"You're always hanging around me, it's so annoying! And when I want to find you, you're always out doing missions!"

"..." So, is it the constant presence in front of him that's annoying, or the inability to find him that's annoying?

Lin's inability to speak, his usual silence fueling Mobius's resentment, caused her voice to rise even higher.

The anger surging within her made her roar, "You expect those idiots who refuse to accept reality to cherish their lives, to be so desperate they'd gouge out their own eyes, chop off their hands, mince their feet, twist their heads—all to save them! You bastard, why don't you value your own life?! You say those people have others waiting for them in reality, and you—"

A sudden downpour descended upon Mobius, and the communicator in her hand slowly slipped from her grasp and crashed to the ground.

She stared blankly at the puddle at her feet. The communicator was busy. Beside the communicator that announced the bad news, the water, rippling with raindrops, had distorted her face beyond recognition.

Dead...?

She seemed to have heard similar news before, during the Sixth Honkai War, when she heard about Lin's death midway through.

But at that time, she didn't care at all; it was just one person's death, which only made her more determined to pursue her ideals.

Yes, she shouldn't care...

Not give a damn about...

"Splash—"

The heavy rain soaked her clothes and her long, drooping hair.

"Are you... are you moths drawn to fire?"

At that moment, a door next to the room where they had captured the Eighth Herrscher was pushed open, and a middle-aged man looked hesitantly at Mobius, who was standing motionless in the rain. He mustered his courage and asked.

"Could you... could you help me thank that person named Lin? Thank you for saving us. He gave me the courage to face reality again. He's right, the important people are waiting for me in reality. I don't want to stay immersed in dreams anymore."

"Also! Please tell him I'm sorry for me. I know I'm a scumbag, and no amount of words can change the fact that I hurt him, but at least... at least let me wish him that he can live happily with the person he cares about!"

"Thanks!"

Mobius tilted her head back, the wisps of rain obscuring her face.

"You want me to take my clothes off, huh! You're deliberately trying to embarrass me, aren't you! Do you think I can't see through you?!"

"..."

Mobius's actions were a bit too aggressive. Lin tried to break free, but given his current condition, even ten of him might not be able to escape.

She stared at Lin with her snake-like eyes, and with her free hand, she went straight for his clothes. "Take them off! If you don't strip naked today, I'll strangle you!"

"Doctor Mobius, regarding the investigation into the Herrscher..."

Mei pushed open the office door as if it were her own home, holding a paper document in her hand. She read aloud while looking up...

"..."

"..."

Mobius and Lin Mo looked at her silently.

Mei glanced around the scene briefly. Mobius's white coat and stockings had been taken off and thrown aside, and the rest of his clothes were in a disheveled state. According to her observation, Mobius had also taken off his shirt and was breathing very rapidly. Then, the weak Lin was pressed down on her, restricting his movements.

"Alright, I'll come again tomorrow." Mei casually placed the document on the table and thoughtfully reminded him, "Doctor Mobius, Lin is currently unable to experience pleasure through touch. I suggest you work on her hearing and vision... and be careful with the measures."

Then she closed the door.

Chapter 134 A Cute Contrast