[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

If the other person won't listen to you, tell him what you're talking about with your fists.

This is another skill that Mako Hirako developed in Liuhun Street. Although it is indeed rough and almost rough, it is first-rate in terms of efficiency and effect.

This can be seen from the fact that he and Aizen are sitting in the most spacious and comfortable room in the village at this time, eating a sumptuous dinner that the richest family in the village may not be able to buy. ——Should it be said that people gather more firewood, and the flames are higher, or that there are more people and more power?

Satisfied with wine and food, Hirako was bored and smeared the low table with his slender little finger dipped in water, and organized the information he got from the short onlooker in his head.Although once a person loses control of his emotions, he usually doesn't expect to have a magic horse on his mouth. At least nine out of ten greetings to people's eighth-generation ancestors are unreliable. The Wannian elementary school student (Pingzi: Who is that Wannian elementary school student?) while posing with classic POSS and saying the classic lines "there is only one truth" The general context can still be clarified.

First of all, Aizen is an illegitimate child.The biological father is unknown X.

Secondly, Aizen's spiritual power was inherited from his mother, and it may have nothing to do with his code-named father X.And her mother's status in the village is very worrying.

Finally, Aizen's mother herself seems to dislike Aizen's son?

However, in addition to proving that the little thing in front of him is indeed a standard abused child who was not expected by anyone to be born into the world to enjoy oppression when he was in his mother's womb, to some extent he is in the same sympathy with Mako Hirako Raccoons of the same feather, wrong, they are both fallen in the end of the world, what else can they prove?

Just when Hirako Mako scratched her head and felt sincere despair about the gold content of the newly collected information, another piece of testimony appeared in front of her eyes, and it was kindly sponsored by the research subject.

The slender fingers were still unconsciously scribbling meaninglessly on the table, leaving behind a mess of ghostly symbols of unknown meaning.Trapped in infinite possibilities woven by limited conditions, Hirako Mako, who suffers from choice disorder, threw out the messy thoughts in her mind, knocked on the solid wood table, but unexpectedly saw the "delicate" body on the opposite side. With a shudder, the future boss, Aizan boy, whose eyes wandered.

The young man Aizen made a humble quail shape with low eyebrows, a pair of light brown eyes from the tips of his fingers folded on his knees to the pointed chin of Mako Hirako, but he did not look at the retrograde text on the table that was gradually drying out. .

This kid can read!Hirako Mako's light gray slender eyes had a sharp gleam, and she casually wiped the evidence on the table with her palm, pulled her bright white teeth and continued to threaten the underage children in a vile manner: "You right What do you think of my retrograde writing?"

"Those patterns look weird, but they look very neat." Lan Xiaoboss raised his head and acted innocently and innocently, and his unreliable answers made Pingzi rush forward without a mouthful of old blood. .

Someone grinned angrily and scratched his well-tied blond hair, and decided not to get to the bottom of the doubtful life experience of the young man in front of him. Mako Hirako, who also had a similar experience, knew his life experience very well, especially when they said this. One time will cause the lacrimal glands of the majority of female compatriots to collapse and the long river will burst. Every time the bitter life experience of earning tears is repeated, it will only stab a knife on one's sensitive nerves. ——Of course, one of the reasons why Hirako is willing to let go of a certain BOSS's life experience so far has not shown enough value.

But... Is Lao Tzu's retrograde writing really so lacking in character?I obviously feel very good~~~~~~~~

Pingzi paused for a moment with his slightly shattered self-esteem, and twitched the corner of his mouth before the atmosphere of the conversation was about to enter 4 seconds of embarrassment, intending to ask some specific rumors about the strange stories in the village. This village is so remote that there is no god of death guarding it at all. In the end, who dealt with it so that the Daxu Massacre Village Incident was not caused?Unexpectedly, Lan Ran, who was kneeling and sitting on the opposite side of the statue, spoke first. The clear and clear child's voice, the cold and almost indifferent tone, even after touching the wound at the beginning of the birth, the tone was still calm and rigid, almost dead silent, and he listened calmly. Can't tell it's a child.

"My mother is a priestess of a shrine, a priestess who must remain chaste and serve the gods throughout her life."

The slender fingers that tapped on the edge of the table paused slightly, and then quietly settled on the table after making a small rubbing sound.Hidden behind the lazy and drooping eyelids, the three white eyes hanging out of the eye sockets clearly reflected the boy's peaceful and quiet face and the light brown pupils that gradually became void and out of focus.

"My father, I don't know who my father is, I only know that he raped|defiled my mother, and that's why I appeared in this world."

Pingzi almost sighed with his hands on his forehead. Fortunately, he didn't randomly speculate like a woman with rich emotions and gossip cells, whether this was another old-fashioned drama of infatuated women and heartless men.Facts have proved that reality can always be a hundred times crueler than imagination, and it is simply weak in comparison.

"My mother, she was very young at the time, and she was terrified when it happened, but people in the village didn't find out about her loss of virginity until she found out that she was pregnant with me."

The corners of Mako Hirako's mouth began to cramp. A maiden who wanted to serve her god was found to be pregnant. How cruel would she be treated? Even with the strands of her hair, I feel creepy, not to mention the reason why the maiden would suffer such cruel treatment. , all thanks to the child in her womb, Aizen, to some extent.

"The village is very small, and every newborn baby is very precious. It is for this reason that I was lucky enough to be born without being stillborn."

Hirako Mako felt that her hand on the edge of the table was about to touch her brow bone.Mako Hirako, what are you doing!What are you doing!Is it funny to push an 11-year-old into such a self-harming situation?And that can't be called luck at all!Soyousuke!

"In my initial memory, nothing strange happened in the village, until I saw the long-dead village head suddenly turned into a monster with a white mask and ate his son. After that, things happened one after another in the village. A few times of similar things. Gradually, I don’t know who started the rumor that my mother was cursing the village. Oh, she didn’t die at that time, although she was tortured every day, she was still alive , just went crazy."

Pingzi no longer wants to make any comments on such a ridiculous human tragedy.Completely unjust, false and wrongly decided, you said that you put the witch who can purify the soul and guide the dead into a cage and tortured them. Of course, those souls lingering in this world will become ghosts to attack their relatives!

"You said, it's probably the high spiritual power inherited from my mother. I always easily attract the attacks of those monsters, and everyone around me is implicated. I don't understand why this is, but I know my mother will definitely Tell me. At that time, with such childish thoughts, I sneaked into the abandoned shrine to meet my mother."

With a keen sense of crisis, Pingzi instinctively sensed the approaching danger, slowly curbed the frivolous arc of the corner of his mouth, and subconsciously held his breath.

"Actually, in my memory, my mother never said a word to me. When she was awake, she looked at me as if she was looking at a monster that should not have been born in this world. It was better than the people in the village. The hatred and hatred are countless times stronger. The reason why I thought that way at that time was probably because I wanted a loved one who could love me so much, so I pinned such unrealistic fantasies on my increasingly crazy mother. However, She spoke to me that day, the first time she spoke to me." The young man's eyes became more and more empty, his expressionless face finally showed a hint of expression, but it was a sinister, almost distorted smile, immature The childish voice imitated the sharp and crazy female voice and let out a depressive roar, "I give you my surname, I give you my name taboo, so that you can pass on my blood, you create infinite sorrow with your hands, your words do not go against the curse, and the grass and trees where you walk No birth! Those who see him will fall into hell forever! Exhaust my flesh, life, and soul! Give my son—— Aizen Soyousuke an indestructible crime!"

Probably the woman's ferocious curse left such a deep impression on the young children that the simple narration turned into a vivid performance.The sinister and gloomy voice seemed to float out of the deepest nightmare, but it was even more terrifying than the most terrifying nightmare, and it was so terrifying that it made people's hearts ache.

The expression on Lan Ran's face became more and more mechanical and numb, and the voice sounded weakly and slowly like a ghost: "At this moment, the door opened, and my mother looked at the person who came to bring him food, and suddenly she was very happy. Laughed. Then, she killed herself."

Mako Hirako, who had fully understood the meaning of Miko's smile, finally couldn't hold back the chill that had been brewing in her muscles and bones for a long time and finally rushed to her skin.Lan Ran's spirit-receiving physique would not have been noticed by the villagers so quickly. After all, this is a small village and not a place of heavy spirits. More scattered, less noticed.But this curse on her son as a witch who is cursing and destroying the village makes Aizen's little abnormality magnified to the maximum in the panic and ignorant fear, as long as there is a little problem, it will immediately remind people To that horrible and evil curse stained with the blood of one's own mother.

This is a brilliant lie that takes advantage of the deep-rooted fear of the unknown and revenge.

From beginning to end, the only thing that woman wanted to completely destroy was her own son.

The corners of the young man's dead eyes finally began to glow with crystal water, and the instinct of blood connection made him have been hurt maliciously before he could fully understand those strong and pure emotions.

At the same time, the piece of matter called conscience that had been sleeping in Hirako's chest for a long time was also hit hard.This made him want to open his arms to give a strong hug to the fragile and unprecedented young man in front of him, but suddenly found that the culprit who pushed him to such a degree was his sudden feeling of powerlessness.

An atmosphere called silence permeated the air above the short table like a plague, and the room fell into a suffocating silence.

Until a shrill, terrified scream suddenly sounded under the cold moonlight.Mako Hirako in front of the low table tensed all her muscles like a feline on alert, and it took almost a moment to determine the direction of the sound. She grabbed the collar of the short boy and disappeared into the dark room middle.