At this moment, seeing two March 7ths on the scene, researchers had already started gathering around.
"Huh, how are there two Miss March 7ths? The other one couldn't be a borisin, right?"
"Possible. Recently, borisin causing trouble isn't rare."
"Then today it's really unlucky—Master Zeig is here, one sword and it'll be split, haha."
"With Master Zeig here, the borisin matter can be declared solved in advance."
"Even someone as strong as Master Zeig goes to the bathroom?"
"The one always asking about the bathroom, you stand out—I've been tolerating you for a long time!"
In the crowd, Zeig and the two March 7ths stood out particularly.
Watching the intimate actions of the two in front of her, March 7th's face flushed red in an instant, red all the way to her neck:
"You, you two, know when to stop— the borisin is using my face, so many people are watching!"
At this time, the gentle March 7th leaning on Zeig's shoulder slightly parted her cherry lips, rebutted:
"Nowadays free love is advocated, showing affection in public is very normal. Besides, I am the real March 7th— I don't know anything about borisin."
The surrounding researchers looked at each other, all voicing their own opinions.
"Yeah yeah, don't interfere with others' freedom to love— true love is so rare these days."
"Exactly, in this worldly turmoil, it's hard to see such pure love."
"..."
The surroundings grew noisier and noisier.
Noisy enough that March 7th's mood grew worse and worse.
"I freaking..."
She darkened her face, walked straight up to this imposter.
Poked with her finger.
"Boop——!!"
The crisp water ripple sound silenced the entire scene.
On the fake March 7th's face, blue ripples spread.
Around her eyes, faint water mist also appeared.
The characteristics of a borisin had already revealed themselves.
"See, this is clearly a borisin— it's definitely not me." March 7th stomped her foot, clarifying hoarsely.
"Ah, baby, what's wrong baby." Zeig quickly hugged the fake March 7th, distressed as he helped rub her pretty face.
"Baby, does it hurt?"
The fake March 7th's eyes held mist, pitiful and delicate, with a crying tone softly said:
"It doesn't hurt, dear. As long as you're here, I'll never feel pain."
"Baby."
"Husband."
March 7th: "..."
"Baby."
"Husband~"
March 7th: "Crap..."
Some of the surrounding researchers were moved to tears by this scene.
They spent their days in a large workplace like Herta Space Station— it had been a long time since they'd seen such a loving couple.
"Miss March, why make things hard for yourself."
"Yeah, you and Master Zeig are such a perfect match."
"Master Zeig can split the Doomsday Beast with one sword, and this morning he willingly let you pin him to the ground and beat him— if that's not love, what is?"
"Please, the three of you just be together."
Immediately, all sorts of comments emerged.
But most were touched by this warm scene, pleading one after another.
March 7th was completely stunned.
Freaking hell.
How does it feel like I'm the bigger jerk.
Is it me who's gone crazy, or the world.
In her shock, for the first time ever, that fake March 7th walked toward her.
Pitifully, sincerely said:
"Don't do anything excessive anymore. We could clearly have a better life, couldn't we?"
March 7th dazed: "But..."
"No buts. As long as you're willing, we can all live good days."
March 7th hesitated: "But..."
"No more buts. Don't you understand yet? This way is the best for us."
"..."
March 7th sniffed, dazedly looking behind the fake March 7th.
Zeig at this moment, with tears in his eyes, accepted the containment pod handed over by Dan Heng.
He and Dan Heng exchanged a glance, nodded, very skillfully opened the glass door of the containment pod.
Dan Heng expressionlessly stepped back a few paces, at the same time spreading his arms to disperse the surrounding crowd.
"Don't you understand yet, we..." The fake March 7th was still chattering on.
But the real March 7th's heart was suffering a huge shock at this moment.
This bastard flips faces way too fast?!
Just now he was all lovey-dovey with the borisin, now he's sending it on its way!
While the borisin was sincerely persuading her, he was slowly approaching with the containment pod raised.
This animal...!
Looking at the fake March 7th in front of her, the real March 7th swallowed, actually really wanting to warn her.
But it was already too late.
...
"Clang."
Fake March 7th: "???"
The suddenly appearing glass door in front made her freeze for a moment, then she looked blankly at Zeig behind her.
Zeig at this time kept wiping his tears with a handkerchief, the emotions in his heart could no longer be suppressed:
"This borisin's mimicry is too good— skin so tender and smooth, voice crisp like a silver bell, hands so soft, smells so nice... it's making me a bit reluctant."
Dan Heng patted his shoulder, puzzled:
"Didn't you ask me to bring the containment pod? You even told me to hurry, don't let that silly... uh, March release it again."
"Can I take it on the train as a pet?"
Dan Heng shook his head.
"No, it has to go back into containment. Besides, didn't you say before that it's dumb as bricks?"
Zeig: "..."
Dan Heng: "You also said its little brain isn't fully developed, big brain didn't develop at all. Really don't know how this idiot escaped, things like that— have you forgotten?"
"Alright, let's change the topic." Zeig cut off Dan Heng's speech.
The borisin in the containment pod exploded: "Glug glug you bastard I X your ancestors X a bitch, I diu your X's X you know I figured out your identity and still pretended your mom, you're just a XX you know XX I X you damn wait till I get out TM I'll kill you cao ni ma!"
But the two ignored it.
Zeig expressionlessly lifted the containment pod with Dan Heng, carrying it toward the containment section.
"Hey, this kid has real talent for keyboard warring." Zeig praised.
"You not going to check on March? She seems shocked by your ruthlessness, still stunned over there."
"It's fine, she'll get over it in a bit. This borisin is dumb too— the real March is only a C, yet it mimicked a G for me..."
March 7th: "..."
She said darkly:
"Hey, I didn't say you could leave."
Dan Heng was silent for a moment, like a lizard shedding its tail, pushed Zeig backward, bearing the weight of the containment pod alone, accelerating his escape.
"Tap tap tap tap..."
Leaving only Zeig behind to cover the rear.
"Uh."
Looking at March 7th behind him clenching her fists, face growing increasingly unkind, Zeig rubbed his hands, smiled flatteringly:
"Yo, isn't this Third Sis? What wind blew you here today?"
March 7th: "..."
Zeig: "Aiya, look at you, standing so long, I even forgot about you."
He pulled out a pack of "Furongwang" from his pocket— exactly that pack of cigarettes from the train.
Drew one out and held it to March 7th's mouth:
"Third Sis, want one?"
"Hehe." Zeig awkwardly rubbed the cigarette against March 7th's pretty face. "Third Sis, say something. Don't be like this, I'm scared..."
March 7th with a dark face, her pink-blue eyes appearing utterly hollow at this moment.
"Hehe."
She snapped the cigarette Zeig offered, slowly walking toward him.
One step.
One step.
Each step made the surrounding researchers' heartbeats slow half a beat.
"Good! Snapped well! Here, another one! Another!" Zeig excitedly offered another "Furongwang".
March 7th lowered her head.
Said deeply:
"Today... one of us has to die."