I'm going to restart my life

Chapter 262 [Walking towards loneliness]

He didn't speak, he was injured so badly, and with the influence of distortion, he probably couldn't hear me anymore.

"My younger brother has been sent to the Forbidden Island. He has a more important mission than me. If there is a chance, can you give this to him?"

He handed me a package, and I silently accepted it. I knew it was a book without opening it.

When I was young, I had a high self-esteem and always felt that I was smarter than my peers. I always read some books, and this is the one I often read.

"Sorry, I can't send it to Forbidden Island." I was expressionless.

"Really?" He smiled gratifiedly, "Indeed, it's because I didn't think carefully..."

He didn't finish his sentence, because I didn't dare to listen anymore.

The idiosyncratic dagger pierced into the body, and these last sane ones never resisted in front of me.

I got the gift.

I pulled out the dagger numbly, and another sincere son of man died in front of me.

I'm really numb, I'm a person who has no feelings at all.

I kept hypnotizing myself like this.

……

From time to time, I cut a gash in myself, every time I kill a person, I make a cut, so that it seems that I was also injured on the battlefield.

When asked, I said it as if to admit guilt:
"Yeah, I killed people."

After going back and forth, it seems that this matter has spread.

There is a young boy in the camp who fights bloody battles for the human race every day.

"so good!"

Walking on the street, the pedestrians on the road admired me.

"I heard that [-]% of the enemies were wiped out by him."

"I didn't expect it to be so outstanding at such a young age."

I walked on the road in a trance, and was admired by people.

"Thank you, big brother. Mom said you have always protected us here. You killed a lot of bad guys! You avenged my father!" The little boy stuffed flowers into my hand.

He thanked me.

How should I answer him?

I haven't given you the toy your father gave me before he died.

I showed the wound I made today.

I had no choice but to say, "Yes, I killed people."

"You are exhausted today. It was hard work to fight the enemy." The grandmother on the street praised me and gave me some of the only food left at home.

I looked at my grandma blankly, as if I saw the tragic state of his young son before he was deformed in front of me.

How should I answer him.

If only I could actually kill enemies on the battlefield, I thought.

I showed my wound again: "Yes, I killed people."

"He is a great hero of the human race." A person of similar age looked at me excitedly, as if he was looking forward to me.

That look is very familiar to me, like the look I once saw Ming.

"We will have hope, right?" There was clarity in his eyes.

I was speechless, in response to them.

I had to expose the wound over and over again, and the wound became more and more day by day.

People around me blessed me one after another, and I could only say again and again:

"Yeah, I killed people."

"Yeah, I killed people."

"Yeah, I killed people."

……

By the end of the day, I had no conscience left to answer.

I could only follow Master Mo's example and nod in response one by one.

At this moment, I seemed to understand why Master Mo was admired by people just like me.

Back home, I asked him.

"Are you an executioner too?"

I looked at Mo.

Don't look at the wine.

Speaking of which, it seems that all the people who accompanied him to drink to decompress have died.

Mo didn't speak, just looked at the book on my body, "What did you promise the dead again?"

"Nothing." I lowered my head and said nothing.

"You think you have misunderstood your master, don't you?" Mo suddenly said.

not at all.

I just didn't expect that Mo, who was not good at hiding pressure, and who didn't dare to attack his former partners, would once do the same job as me.

Has Mo also been hiding his pressure?
"How many did you kill?" he asked.

"I don't remember." I lied.

He looked at me, didn't care about anything, just said again: "I have killed a few acquaintances."

I'm in a trance, how many did I kill?

My mother, my father, my brother, who else?

The figure of the uncle flashed across my mind, so this should be one of them.

"I can't remember."

It drives me crazy.

Mo looked at me and nodded, "Don't be afraid, you didn't do anything wrong."

"This is the best practice."

I raised my head in a daze, I didn't understand what he meant, but after a while I guessed it.

Mo has also been an executioner, but now he has taken on responsibilities that many people cannot bear. This job of executioner may be a trial.

"When your heart is indifferent enough, it will naturally be less likely to fall. When you have killed enough, you can really start to take on my current position."

"When is it enough to kill?"

"Wait until you really forget how many you killed."

Don't shake your head:
"So, do you want a drink before that?"

Drinking can forget the stress, but I refused him.

……

I'm doing fine.

So indifferent that even the person in charge couldn't believe it.

He said that I was the most ruthless one in these years, and the last one was Mo.

By the time I practice, I will be able to bear enough pressure, so as not to fall early.

And the moment when I took responsibility came very quickly.

Today is the time for me to work again.

Another familiar body was placed in front of me.

It's Mo.

The tentacles on his chin twisted and grew crazily, almost reaching the deepest point.

This moment is the last Qingming.

All his friends died, and no one relieved his pressure, so he went to collapse alone.

When he stood in the snow that day, maybe that was his last drinking buddy.

"Ah, it's you who did it. It's really great." Mo took another sip from his mouth with the flagon in hand. "How many acquaintances have you killed now?"

"I do not remember."

Mo paused for a moment and smiled.Then he said slowly: "There are many odds and ends in my room. After I die, if you have a chance, you can send them to Forbidden Island."

"Let's send it to the palace. Let the rest of us stay with Li Changye and have another drink with him."

The requirement of familiarity is the same as that of other people before death.

Just a little too much stuff.

I recalled the things in Mo's room, everything was entrusted to him by the murderer beforehand.

Slowly, the family accumulated a lot.

"it is good."

"You are really indifferent." Mo smiled.

These were the last words he said before he died.

The blood on the dagger was cleaned by me.

Slowly, after this, I no longer need to be engaged in the work of killing people. I began to really take on the big responsibility, and also started to practice real practice, becoming the successor here.

The person in charge also said the same: "Ruyuan is the most indifferent person in history, and he will definitely inherit the great responsibility."

Everyone thinks so.

Ruyuan has no feelings.

……

Only in the middle of the night, there will be a voice in the camp:
"Yeah, I killed people."

The voice was slightly alcoholic.

With the sound of stepping on the leaves, it seems to be walking towards the light step by step.

Only this time, on this road, there are no longer two people.

(End of this chapter)