Chapter 165 Mars Planet, Girl Rita

What a sinful city!

Looking at the bloody scenes constantly emerging on the screen, dozens of strange-looking modified people are constantly confronting, chasing, and calculating, just to compete for the metal motor ball with a volleyball-sized, power-propelled device that rolls fast in front.

In order to win the championship of the competition, they will do anything.

After watching for a while, Vlad suddenly turned his eyes back to the medical clinic he had just walked out of.

Then he frowned, and in the noisy environment around him, he vaguely caught the unexpected abnormal situation that seemed to be happening in the clinic.

His eyes flickered for a moment, and Vlad turned around and walked towards the Ide Clinic slowly.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Dingdang, clang-squeak!

A shout came, followed by a muffled groan, accompanied by the messy metal collision of tables and stools.

"No!"

A man with electronic mechanical eyes and arms turned into mechanical prostheses suddenly ran out of the Ide Clinic.

Behind him was the doctor's hysterical anger.

The man rushed out of the store, only glanced at Vlad, and then hurriedly turned into a dark alley and ran away in a hurry.

When he walked to the door of the clinic, he saw a wheelchair lying on the ground with tires spinning and swinging.

The delicate and weak blonde girl on the wheelchair had disappeared.

With a flickering look, he walked into the clinic.

In the corner of the clinic, seven or eight meters away from the wheelchair, Dr. Ide, with gray hair, was holding the blonde girl with paralyzed legs and crying silently.

His eyes were full of self-blame and regret.

The girl's face was pale and bloodless, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The soft chest where the purse was waiting to be placed was breathing short and rapid, with obvious signs of collapse. It looked like a candle in its twilight years, and the fire of life was about to go out.

At the same time, a faint sweetness came into Vlad's nose, his throat rolled, and his breathing began to become rapid.

Dr. Ide, who was in pain, seemed to be unaware of Vlad's approach until Vlad's voice sounded.

"Do you want to save her?"

A faint voice came into his ears, like a thunderous explosion, and instantly awakened Dr. Ide who was holding the girl.

".....You, you said you can save Rita?" Dr. Ide looked up and saw that it was the mysterious cloaked man who had come to the clinic before. Although there was a little doubt in his dull eyes, he still begged Vlad with a glimmer of hope:

"Whatever you want, as long as I have it, I can give it to you! As long as you can save my daughter."

"..... Dad." A barely audible voice sounded.

The girl seemed to want to comfort her father, but the heavy injury made the girl's white little hand unable to lift up.

"...Well, Daddy is here. Daddy is always with you. Rita, you have to hold on. Daddy will save you. Didn't you say you wanted to see the sea and run freely? As long as you get better, Daddy will accompany you to see it."

Dr. Ide, wearing a white coat, was in pain and sobbed. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye, wet the frame and blurred his vision.

He held his daughter tightly with both hands, feeling extremely sad.

"...Move upstairs if you don't want her to die."

As soon as the voice fell, Vlad turned around and walked upstairs, as if he was entering his own home, and came to the girl's room with ease.

Dr. Ide, who was originally heartbroken, heard a faint and indifferent voice beside him, and was still a little confused and did not react.

Until the sound of knocking on the floor from the stairs suddenly woke him up.

He rekindled a glimmer of hope, and at this time he didn't care why this mysterious man was familiar with the situation and layout of his clinic, and hurriedly picked up his daughter and followed.

Clean, tidy, on the pink bed, there is a fluffy punk-style bear pillow, and the walls are surrounded by various hand-painted landscapes.

A sea of ​​flowers under the sunset.

The sparkling sea.

The girl ran and laughed on the street, weaving through the crowd. A ray of sunshine sprinkled down, and she looked back suddenly. The breeze messed up her hair, tightly attached to her face, as if she was covered with a sacred halo.

Bright, sweet, and looking forward to the future.

Obviously, although the girl is disabled, she still has persistence and vision for the future.

"Go out, I don't want anyone to disturb me."

Seeing the girl being carefully placed on the bed by Dr. Ide, Vlad withdrew his sight and said lightly.

"...This." Doctor Yide hesitated a little, not knowing whether he should listen to the person in front of him. After all, the two of them didn't know each other. If he did it to Rita...

However, noticing the cold eyes of the stranger in front of him and his daughter's life being in danger, Doctor Yide had to make up his mind and walk out. After all, his daughter's life was the most important.

What's more, his daughter was in such a state, what else could he do?

Shaking his head, Doctor Yide understood that he was too concerned. As a doctor, Doctor Yide knew very well that his daughter's injuries at this time were considered light, and internal organ rupture.

More importantly, the collapsed ribs had deeply penetrated the lung lobe, which was why he was helpless, because he knew that the conditions in his clinic were limited, and most of the medicines and equipment were prepared for the transformation of people, which were not enough to support him to perform this operation on his daughter.

Doctor Yide walked out of the room with a lot of thoughts. After a while, he suddenly remembered that he was not sure about what that person would do, and he didn't even have the equipment for the operation.

Thinking of this, Ide's expression changed, and he hurriedly stopped and walked back, wanting to break into the room, but he still had a glimmer of luck.

In the room.

When Vlad walked to the bed, the blonde girl named Rita's vision began to blur as blood continued to flow from the corner of her mouth.

Weak, she saw with her eyes about to close that the stranger who had come to the clinic before, dressed in a mysterious way, took off his hood and revealed his handsome face.

Then, Rita seemed to hear something the handsome man in front of her said, but at this time, she was unable to distinguish it at all.

Then she saw the handsome face slowly approaching her face, and the hot breath hit her fair face. Inexplicably, a throbbing that she had never had before appeared in her heart.

"If only I could have a love relationship." Just when this shameful thought came up, the blonde girl Rita's eyes went black and she fainted.

Just before she fell into coma, she seemed to feel something biting her neck, and a slight pain came, and then her chest suddenly felt cold, as if something broke.

Hallucination? Maybe, anyway, she was going to die. With a suffocating numbness coming from her body, Rita closed her eyes with a soft moan and fell into darkness.

………

Rita had a very long dream.

In her dream, she was in love.

They ran together and laughed together.

Facing the sea, spring flowers bloomed.

. . . . . . . Finally, she woke up because she suddenly forgot what her lover looked like in her dream. She only knew that he was wearing a black windbreaker and looked very handsome.

".. Black windbreaker."

The light of dawn shone into the room. Rita, who had been lying all night, suddenly woke up in her sleep, muttering words that she didn't even understand clearly.

Sitting up, Rita looked at the familiar room in front of her, a little dazed, and the dream and reality seemed to be confused at this moment.

In a trance, Dr. Yide's joyful voice came, which brought Rita back to reality.

".. Dad." Rita looked up and saw her father's face crying with joy.

There was a trace of confusion on her pale face. When she was confused, the memory before the coma suddenly flooded into her mind, reminding Rita of everything before.

".. Dad, I, I am still alive!?" Rita said with wide eyes and a very surprised tone. The deep joy on her pretty face could not be shaken off.

"Yes, yes, dear, my Rita, you are still alive, you are still alive." Dr. Yide hugged Rita tightly, his voice was afraid, with a hint of self-blame, and he kept repeating the words in his mouth.

"Dad, I, I thought I would never see you again." A few tears fell, and Rita hugged her father tightly with some fear, and said with tears in her eyes.

As the two of them expressed their affection and talked to each other, a black cloak suddenly caught Rita's eyes.

Rita, who had been crying and groaning, stopped crying instantly and looked at Vlad in the cloak with a blank look.

"...Brother!" The moment Rita saw the black cloak, her eyes widened and she blurted out in disbelief.

Vlad, who was standing aside and watching the father and daughter talking to each other, frowned and looked at the girl's joyful eyes, a little confused.

Vlad naturally didn't know the joy of the girl when she saw Vlad at this time.

And the girl at this time also obviously confused the dream and reality.

Doctor Ide, who came back to his senses, then started to introduce Vlad's situation to his daughter Rita.

Listening to her father's story, Rita looked at Vlad with a brilliant look, and she had completely lost her habit of being timid when meeting strangers before.

Although Doctor Ide was a little surprised for this, he didn't think much about it.

. . . . . .

Since the incident of rescuing Rita, Vlad has been staying in Ide's clinic.

What surprised Doctor Ide was the change of his daughter Rita.

In the past, Rita was always alert and inferior to strangers except for a few limited people such as her parents and nurses.

She has always been very concerned about other people's strange eyes on her, so the sensitive Rita rarely appears in front of outsiders. Even if she meets outsiders, she will become a little transparent and shrink in the corner silently, for fear of attracting other people's attention.

But now Rita is chirping non-stop, and looks a lot more cheerful and lively than before.

These are all changes since Vlad came here.

Of course, it is limited to Vlad, but even so, Doctor Ide feels very happy. Vlad did not say where Vlad came from, and he did not ask.

Everyone has their own privacy, don't they?

"Brother, this is made by me. Do you like it?"

A charming voice came, Vlad stopped the tool knife in his hand and turned to look behind him.

Rita was sitting in a wheelchair, with beautiful short golden hair and a fair face. The golden sunlight shone through the colored glass and hit Rita's shy face, which looked so pure and beautiful.

The big eyes were a little timid and uneasy, and the pair of tender white hands were a charming scene facing the sea and blooming flowers in spring.

Vlad looked at the colorful oil painting in front of him, and a strange look flashed in his eyes, because in the center of the oil painting, a big hand was holding a fair little hand and running on the beach, and the girl was laughing so happily.

And the owner of the big hand obviously has some similarities with Vlad.

He looked away and silently stared at the girl.

. . . I was confessed! ?

Vlad blinked his eyes and carefully recalled the process of saving the girl. It seemed that apart from dissecting her body and sucking her blood, he did not cast any other magic such as mental suggestion on her.

At most, he looked at some of her chest when dissecting it. . . . . .

But, it seems that, perhaps, Rita should not know.

How could Vlad know that the reason why Rita was like this was just related to a dream when she fell into a coma.

It was just too real, so that Rita could clearly remember every detail between the two in the dream.

Although~the two had only known each other for less than a week, for Rita, the two had known each other for a lifetime!

This is also the reason why Rita kept pestering Vlad and almost revealed her feelings to him.

Resisting the nervousness and anxiety in her heart, Rita raised her fair, charming, and slightly weak face, looking at Vlad expectantly, as if waiting for his reaction and answer.

As time passed, Rita's originally shy face gradually turned pale, and her hands holding the oil painting began to tremble slightly. Just when Rita thought that her confession had failed, Vlad in front of her spoke.

"Not bad, it looks good, you can put it in my room."

This short sentence sounded like a heavenly sound to the girl, and her originally drooping face suddenly raised up.

The tears in her eyes hung in the corners of her eyes, stubbornly flowing back, revealing a bright smile of sunshine, touching the heartstrings.

"Yeah!" Rita nodded fiercely, showing a happy smile, picked up the oil painting in her hand, pressed the switch of the wheelchair, and drove upstairs.

He shook his head slightly, secretly sighing that he had inexplicably added another debt of love, and picked up the tools in his hand to check the situation of the girl's android with life characteristics that he picked up when he came here before.

It has been a week since Vlad came here.

By absorbing the blood of the girl Rita and searching on the computer, Vlad also roughly understood the basic situation of this world.

The planet Maris was originally one of the member states of the Mars Federation.

Six hundred years ago, this was originally a highly developed technological plane.

There are a total of 36 sky cities floating in the sky. They are not only highly developed cities, but also large armed fortresses guarding the satellite planet!

If necessary, these cities can be raised to space for high-intensity space combat and long-range firepower coverage support.

It was only six hundred years ago that the Manno Alliance, which also belonged to the Mars Federation of low-level civilization, launched an attack here.

The two sides fought for a total of three hundred years.

Until three hundred years ago, this highly developed technological civilization had become a ruin.

Of the thirty-six sky cities that guarded Mars, only three remain.

The surface civilization was destroyed in this war.

The survivors had to survive in the ruins of the original cities and rebuild their own civilization.