Has the captain mutated today? [End Times]

Hull just stayed in that church.

On the first day he came to the church, Lao Wei took him to have dinner first, and then took him to find an empty small room in the long corridor, and said to him, "You can sleep here from now on."

The room is really small, only a single bed and a cupboard are packed.

"There are two sets of clothes in the closet." Old Wei stood by the door and did not go in. "The bathroom is on the upper floor, and there is only hot water between nine and ten at night."

Hull nodded silently, indicating that he understood.

Seeing the young man's indifferent expression, Lao Wei was completely aroused, and added: "If you need anything, just call me, if someone bullies you, just call me, you can rest first, I will come tomorrow morning Call you."

Hale nodded again.

When the old guard was about to close the door, he finally heard the boy speak.

"Old Wei?"

"what happened?"

"Can I find you if I need anything?"

"Yes," Lao Wei opened the half-closed door again: "What do you want?"

"I need a knife." The young man said seriously. In order to let the old Wei understand what he meant, he raised his hand and gestured in front of his chest: "It's about this long. The blade and handle need to be strengthened again."

Old Wei was taken aback for a moment, but immediately understood.

He thought the young man was holding the knife for self-defense, so he couldn't help but feel sorry for the other party in his heart, and nodded readily while feeling distressed: "Okay, I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

The next day, Lao Wei came to the basement of the church early and knocked on the boy's door.

"Hale, are you awake?"

The door was opened almost immediately, and the young man changed into clean clothes. His vigorous vigor covered the indifference on him that kept him from being thousands of miles away, and his whole person was a little more angry than yesterday.

Looking at him, Lao Wei thought of the children in his own family, and couldn't help but use the tone of an elder: "Today is your first day, follow me well all day long, and take you to Mr. Chu's territory first." turn around."

Hull nodded.

"By the way, the knife you want." Before leaving the church, Old Wei handed a cloth bag to Hele: ​​"Hold it carefully, it's sharpened."

Hull took it and opened the cloth bag, revealing the white blade shining coldly underneath.

His fingers slid across the cold blade, his slightly lowered eyes moved, and he whispered: "...Thank you."

*

Mr. Chu didn't have a wide range of industries. After one day, Lao Wei took Hull around several private docks.

"Old Mr. Chu transports goods." Lao Wei stood on the pier that brought him back to Hull, lit a cigarette against the cold wind, and slowly exhaled a puff of white mist: "Anything can be transported, as long as you can afford it." Money can transport anything."

Hull looked at the spray of rubbish and asked, "Where did I get it from?"

"Country W," Lao Wei spit out another mouthful of white mist: "I don't know exactly where the boat got on. What did you do before?"

Hull looked up at the horizon where the water and the sky meet in the distance: "I don't remember."

Lao Wei asked the crew of the cargo ship that carried Hull, and the crew said that the delivery person gave them ten strong tranquilizers and asked them to inject the boy once a day on time.

I don't know if it's because the medicine was too much, and when the boat docked, the boy couldn't remember the past.

Old Wei crushed out the cigarette butt, and glanced sideways at Hull beside him.

The boy has been quiet all day long, and he can do whatever he is asked to do, without panic or fear, as if he was born without emotions.

Even though he saw Lao Wei shooting and killing several people, the boy's eyes remained indifferent.

Throwing the cigarette butt away, Lao Wei rubbed his hands: "Do you know what we usually do?"

"Unload, check, and deal with disobedient people."

I don't know if it was because the wind was too cold, or the young man's tone was too cold, Lao Wei coughed twice: "Well... that's all for today, let's go back."

"……it is good."

Sitting in the maglev vehicle, Lao Wei couldn't help but keep looking at the young man sitting beside him quietly out of the corner of his eye.

He is too indifferent.

As if no matter what happened around him, it had nothing to do with him.

After returning to the church, when Lao Wei took Hull in, he ran into the flat head who proposed to sell Hull on the pier that day.

The flat head glanced at Old Wei, then looked Hull up and down, and smiled proudly: "You may not know, you will only have to take care of the children in the future."

Old Wei obviously didn't want to talk to him, so he took Hull to continue walking inside.

"Hey..." Pingtou gestured to the people behind him, asking them to stop the two of them: "Old Mr. Chu gave me the two markets you were responsible for, Wei Kang, now that you see me... you should Are you going around?"

Old Wei frowned, not knowing why the flat-headed man was going crazy, and whispered to Hull: "You go to eat first."

"Hey, wait." The crew stopped Hull again, he took a step forward, and patted the old Wei's face with a little humiliation: "What did you say to me before? Let me roll down and watch unloading?"

Ping Tou is a very vengeful person. In the past, Wei Kang couldn't understand his actions, and repeatedly scolded him mercilessly. He had long been dissatisfied with Wei Kang.

Right now, Mr. Chu has handed over the two markets to himself, while Lao Wei only has one job left to take care of the children. He is already a little complacent and overjoyed: "Wei Kang, today you kowtow to me as an apology. , the previous things will be written off, how about it?"

Lao Wei glanced at Pingtou with a silly look: "Chen Dawu, what are you talking about?"

Chen Dawu winked at the people around him, and the two strong men stepped forward and held Wei Kang down: "I said, if you don't kneel down for me today, don't think about leaving."

Wei Kang struggled: "What are you doing?!"

No one noticed that the quiet boy frowned fiercely.

"very noisy."

Chen Dawu heard it, he raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Hull unkindly: "Little brat, what are you talking about?"

Hull frowned: "You are too noisy."

Chen Dawu's face suddenly became ugly, and he was about to step forward and pull Hull's collar when he was cursing: "Try to say another damn thing?"

As a result, before his hand touched the boy's clothes, he was kicked heavily in the lower abdomen by the boy, and he flew out backwards.

Wei Kang who witnessed this kick: ...?

Chen Dawu was kicked on the ground for a long time, but he didn't get up. After he realized it, he roared angrily: "What are you doing in a daze? Don't beat me! Beat me to death!"

The two strong men supporting Wei Kang let go of Wei Kang, one left and one right rushed towards Hull.

The thin boy still just frowned, he nimbly avoided the encirclement of two grown men, and then kicked one of them in the knee from an unbelievable angle.

That kick seemed to be light and didn't bring much strength. When it fell, the man's kneecap made a muffled 'boom' when it came into contact with the ground.

"Ahhh!" The man fell down immediately, hugging his knees and howling in pain.

This howling attracted the attention of many people in the church.

Hull's frowning eyebrows were loosened, and his indifferent eyes fell on the other person.

Seeing that he had no intention of rushing over again, Hull's brows were completely relaxed.His gaze drooped, and he walked to Wei Kang's side: "Can we go to eat?"

The speed and strength of the young man's slender limbs were astonishing. Lao Wei looked at him with more inquiring and defensive eyes, but he didn't ask immediately, but just nodded: "Let's go."

*

When Hull saw Mr. Chu for the second time, Chen Dawu and his companion with plaster on his leg were complaining to Mr. Chu.

Old Mr. Chu was still sitting behind that desk, his back straight.

Chen Dawu's face was full of grievances: "This brat is a lunatic! He came here without saying anything..."

He almost tearfully complained about Hull's 'evil deeds', but Hull didn't respond, and stood quietly, staring at the little statue on the desk in a daze.

Looking at the young man's indifferent expression, Chen Dawu gritted his teeth in his heart, but his face became more and more pitiful: "Old Mr. Chu, you have to decide for me..."

Old Mr. Chu noticed that the boy was staring at the statue on his desk, he interrupted Chen Dawu's crying, and asked Hull: "What are you looking at?"

Chen Dawu was talking agitatedly, but was suddenly interrupted, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, but he didn't dare to say anything.

However, Hull didn't seem to hear Mr. Chu's question, and focused his eyes on the little Jesus.

"Hull," Old Mr. Chu was not angry, and asked again patiently: "What are you looking at?"

The boy's curled eyelashes trembled: "...what is that?"

"This is a child of God."

"No, not this person." Hull pointed to the cross behind Jesus: "What is he carrying?"

"That's a cross."

"The cross..." the young man repeated in a low voice, and then asked, "What is the cross?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to continue chatting on irrelevant topics, Chen Dawu said angrily: "Mr. Chu, this brat kicked and broke Xiao Li's leg, you can't just..."

Old Mr. Chu glanced at Chen Dawu: "You go out first."

"Are you trying to cover him up?!"

"Chen Dawu," Old Mr. Chu said with a downcast face, "I was kicked and broken by a half-grown kid, and you still have the guts to bring someone to complain to me? Get out."

Chen Dawu was rendered speechless by Mr. Chu's remark, he glared at Hull sullenly, and reluctantly led him out.

"The cross represents God's love for us. In order to atone for our sins, the Son of God sacrificed himself." After the door was closed, Mr. Chu continued the topic just now: "He was crucified on the cross willingly. Let the world be free."

"Sacrifice..." Hull repeated his words again softly, Mo Lan's eyes finally lit up with a different light: "I'm leaving."

Old Mr. Chu smiled and said, "You still owe me money."

The boy's eyes returned to indifference, and his tone was extremely calm: "You can't stop me."

Mr. Chu narrowed his eyes.

The author has something to say:

Lujiang smoked, so I couldn't update it on time

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