Primordial Sequence

The embarrassed Camus found a clinic nearby. When he came out with the box, he saw the tax collector who had changed his clothes and was standing at the door of the clinic. He was wearing a black suit, with an ordinary face, a thin body, and dark skin. There were some small scars on his dark and rough face. He smiled awkwardly when he saw Camus.

"Are you OK?"

Seeing him, Camus smiled meaningfully, and he looked around and took a step back.

"It's okay, little injury. Why are you here?"

The tax collector breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak, he found a black stick hitting his head.

"Ah... stop fighting. Hearing the screams, passers-by looked over and saw an excited man holding a stick and beating someone down.

"I can't beat you to death. I was about to go find you, but I didn't expect you to catch up by yourself." After saying this, Camus felt that this was boring, so he immediately threw the stick away and smashed it with his fist.

"Ah... stop hitting... it hurts." The man screamed and ran away with his head in his hands. Upon hearing his words, Camus stopped attacking and handed him a cigarette.

"Hiss..." After the man with a bruised nose and swollen face felt that no one was hitting him, he raised his head and glanced at Camus, then took the cigarette and spoke in confusion.

"I know I was wrong, why are we even?"

Kamiao nodded in agreement and spoke in an approving tone.

"Yeah, I got my revenge when it was time to do it. Mainly because I was tired from the fight and wanted to smoke."

"That's good."

Hearing that Camus' anger subsided, the man's bruised and swollen face showed a smile. At this moment, he suddenly saw a fist as big as a sandbag coming towards him.

"Ah...you don't keep your words, and you still fight?"

Kamiao scoffed when he heard this, and he immediately spoke.

"I said I was tired. I didn't say I wouldn't hit you. I've finished my cigarettes. You can die." After saying that, fists like a rainstorm hit him, and for a while, he screamed so hard that everyone who heard him shuddered.

The man wanted to resist, but he was stunned.

Ten minutes later, the man with a swollen face like a pig's head looked at Camus pitifully. Camus shook his painful fist and grinned.

"My hand hurts from being beaten. I should have chopped it with a knife."

The man shuddered when he heard this.

"I know you lost money, and I know it was wrong. In the worst case, I will accompany you." Kamiao's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he spoke immediately.

"260 gold coins, give me the money, let's make it even."

"No money..."

"Snapped……"

The man was seen lying on the snow twitching, Kamius waved his arms and spoke indifferently.

"If you dare to talk without money, you should be beaten."

"Forget it, I don't expect you to lose money. It's much more comfortable now, it's even." After saying that, Camio picked up the gift box and left. He still had to find a place to stay tonight.

"I'll give you the potion. I know the Gravekeeper's Path in Sequence 1, the potion from Stage 1 to Stage 2." The man crawling out of the snow behind him chased after him and spoke in a low voice.

"No interest, I just need money." Kamuli ignored this.

"Then where do you live? I have a place for you." Camus stopped after hearing this. It is estimated that the people on Deep Blue Street will not rent a house to themselves. Living in a hotel is not realistic. Now Lux is gone. , he doesn’t need to live anywhere to protect her.

"where?"

"industrial area."

"No, there is too much industrial waste gas. I still want to live for a few more years." Camus decisively refused when he heard this place. It wasn't that there was really a lot of industrial waste gas. He didn't want to see those heart-wrenching scenes in the industrial zone. The slums have been plagued by tragedy since winter, and he has no ability to help them, so he can only be out of sight and out of mind.

"Think about it, I think you are very talented, let's work together."

"What cooperation?"

"Pretend to be a tax collector and collect taxes."

"Huh……"

Hearing this, Kamiao turned around in surprise. He took a look at the man with a bruised nose and swollen face. No wonder he came to charge in half a month, and he didn't care about the money. It turned out that this guy was a fake. Not to mention that he pretended to look like him, but he was not bad at all. That little money.

"Not interested in."

"I know who you are, you are the one who destroyed the club, I'm sure." At this time, bruised and swollen, he finally told the reason why he came close to Camus. Camus immediately stopped and looked at him with a faint look. .

"I wasn't sure when I saw you today, but I am sure that you are the one who destroyed the club. You stopped to prove that my guess is correct, Mr. Sherlock Conan." Seeing Camus stop, the man with a bruised nose and face ran away. Come over and speak with a sincere face.

"My name is Hannibal, the gravekeeper of sequence one, and I want to follow you."

"Hannibal? Interesting." Hearing this name, Camus thought of a famous figure.

"Yes...Hannibal, Viscount Hanni's father."

Hearing this explanation, Camus suddenly smiled, looked at Hannibal and shook his head.

"You are too weak."

"I will become stronger. I really want to fuck you. It doesn't matter if I lose my life."

"Just to cause trouble for Viscount Hanni? Sorry, I'm not interested, they don't mess with me anymore."

Hearing this, Hannibal showed eight teeth and spoke with a smile, but his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, which looked a little weird.

"I just want to make a promise. I have no grudge against Hanni."

Kamiao's mouth twitched when he heard this. Where did this courageous young man come from? He was still too young.

"Go and cool off, I'm not interested, and don't make any promises to me. If I were you, I would just stay away from them."

The man gritted his teeth and struggled loudly.

"Linka is dead, and she was still chanting your name before she died."

Hearing this familiar name, Camus immediately remembered the stubborn girl in the club. He had already given her money and then kicked her out. He watched her barefoot and undress disappear into the snow with his own eyes.

"What's up with her?"

Seeing Camus stop, Hannibal held his heart and spoke tremblingly.

"After she left you, she returned to her home in the industrial area. However, her family was walking to death due to poverty and illness. One night I went to throw garbage in the alley because of hunger. I..." At this point The man's hot tears fell onto the snow, leaving small holes in the snow.

"I... saw her being violated with my own eyes. I didn't have the courage to help him. I'm a beast... I'm not a human..." At this point, the man knelt on the ground and howled, beating his chest desperately. .

"I...I...had no choice but to take her home. She was covered in wounds, and the blood stained the snow red. I had no money and could only use crude methods to stop her bleeding, but the wounds were inflamed and she was hungry... … She’s getting weaker and weaker.”

Hearing this, Kamu couldn't help but ponder, had he done something wrong in the first place? Haven't you ever thought about the consequences of a lonely girl leaving alone? But at that time, she had no choice but to leave because of fear of trouble and the club's pursuit.

"She lived with me for seven days, most of which she was in a coma. When she was awake, she told me the recipe for the potion, but she kept talking about her gold coins. She said you gave them to her. Call me I must get it back."

At this point, Hannibal handed over a bloody gold coin. Camus glanced at it and turned to look at the person kneeling on the ground.

"How did you get it back?"

"After Linka died, in order to take revenge, I took a risk and killed one of them to get this gold coin. Fortunately, they didn't use it, otherwise I would have been in trouble."

Hearing this, Kamiao clenched the gold coins tightly and looked up at the sky.

"Why bother? Why are you so persistent?"

"No... that's not persistence. You gave her hope, and you gave her life. You were her only support and spiritual sustenance when she was alone. You are an important person to her. She always talks about it when she is awake. Your name, you don’t know how much she wants to see you.” Hannibal choked when he heard Camus’ words. Camus looked down at the gold coins in his hand and fell into deep thought.

"how did you find me?"

Hannibal clenched his fists after hearing this. Although I am a waste, my sense of smell is very good. After killing that thug, I got part of the money. I pretended to be a tax collector and went door to door to find you because it took too long. Oh, I didn't recognize you for a while. Just after I left, I thought of this familiar breath, but I wasn't sure and came back to find you.

"Did you drink the potion?"

Hannibal smiled awkwardly, "Although I got part of the money by pretending to collect taxes, I didn't have time to learn the knowledge of promotion because I wanted to find you. So I have the ability to buy potions, but I don't have the time to learn the knowledge of promotion."

When Camus heard this, he looked down at this man. He was cowardly but he had a sense of responsibility. He did not lose his good nature even when he was cold and hungry. He was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who yearned for food and clothing. If it were not for accident, maybe He could never find himself in his life. He saw his cowardice, but he was not qualified to criticize him. He put himself in his shoes and thought about what kind of choice he should make in that situation and situation. In his opinion, he agreed. Linka, whether out of guilt or repayment, is trying his best to find himself. Even if there is not much hope, in Kamius' view, he is greater than most people.

"I'm sorry, I was too harsh." Camus stretched out his arm for the first time. Hannibal, who was bruised and swollen, did not reach out. Instead, he looked at Camus resolutely.

"You said... they didn't mess with you, and you don't want to be their enemy."

Kamiu paused after hearing the words, "When I knew the forces behind the club, I knew that what I did now would not cause them 'pain'. Just as you promised Linka, I also promised people, I will follow you We are still burdened with hatred, but hatred will not blind me, we are too weak."

Hannibal didn't understand when he heard this. Is this different from not taking revenge?

Seeing his expression, Camus continued to smile and speak.

"Of course, it's okay to cause trouble. Don't you want to take me to your house?"

"You agreed? Come with me." After hearing this, Hannibal climbed up with a look of joy on his face. Camus immediately supported him, and the two of them gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.