Port Mafia Play House

I don't know when, Fyodor began to enjoy the special that Hayakawa August had to him.

The child will leave him the softest bread and wait for him in the long cold nights. On countless snowy nights, bright lights are lit in front of dilapidated churches.

He especially loves the moments when the child treats him, the dark red candle light flickers on and off, the young man wraps the person in his arms, the invisible sharp knife cuts his pale skin, just like God is carefully carving the beloved Works, stamped his exclusive stamp.

Bone and blood, crime and punishment.

Whenever this happened, Fyodor felt a strange sense of satisfaction spontaneously.

As if the cycle of life had been completed, as if his sins could also be forgiven, on the ideal path to Utopia - he was no longer alone.

He began to hope that this time could be longer.

a little longer.

The solid ice on the Irtysh River melted, green shoots rushed out of the soil, and the ground was full of bright red lilyflowers.

On a rare rest day, the children in the orphanage played happily on the grass, and the children lay in the shade of tall elm trees and dozed off with dogtail grass in their mouths.

Fyodor walked up to the child, held him by the buttocks, and carried him to the river.

Meimeng was forced to wake up, the child muttered something dissatisfied, closed his eyes and buried his head into his neck.

The river in front of him was trickling, and the smell of green grass lingered at the tip of his nose.

Fyodor casually played with the child's soft fingertips.

"August..." he asked, "where did you go when you disappeared?"

"A lot of places..." the child replied in a daze, "sometimes it's a town with ninjas, sometimes it's the Night Walk of Hyakki, there are also battlefields, slums, bandits..."

Fyodor noticed that he said "sometimes".

"Can't you control where you will go?"

"Not yet..." The child frowned, "I am still too weak..."

"too weak?"

"Well..." he said, "It takes a lot of energy to stabilize."

The breeze blew past the ears, stirring the slender grass blades.

Fyodor suddenly didn't know what to say.

They cling to each other, but know nothing about each other.

He hadn't expected the man to be so open when he first asked the question.

His life was built on lies and crime—

Trust is a luxury word, honest people die faster.

He is a mouse that hides in the dark. Once exposed to the sun, he will only feel at a loss.

However, only in front of this person.

However, only at this moment...

He opened his mouth, but seemed to have forgotten how to make a sound.

"The people with supernatural abilities who sneaked into the Omsk prison..."

"It's Fei Jia..."

The kid interrupted him nonchalantly.

"What is the name of the organization Fei Jia established?"

"The Rat of the Dead House..."

"That's right..." The child changed into a comfortable position and fell asleep on his own, "Why does it still have the word 'death'? This, this sounds unlucky..."

The children's laughter came from a distance, and the spring buds opened a leaf. The boy sat by the endless river with the child in his arms, quietly watching the sparkling water.

Fyodor didn't speak for a long time, until there was a wind blowing around, and the floating clouds covered the sun. The black-haired boy lowered his head and let his hair cover his expression.

A chuckle.

"It's unlucky..." he said, "Next time, let's change it."

Time goes by little by little, and the child grows like a willow branch.

Fyodor no longer deliberately avoids children. As the size of the orphanage expands, he even finds that children can help him to a certain extent.

"You want to go into this congressman's house?"

The child poked his head curiously.

"I can find someone to take you in..."

"We have a child who was adopted by the housekeeper."

The so-called superior people live a life of luxury by oppressing others.

As long as there are people, there are gaps.

As long as there is a gap, mice can get in everywhere.

The rats of the dead house became more and more famous, and there were more and more wanted warrants, so that they had to leave the church and live an incognito fugitive life.

The child never complained about it, he settled everything silently, and then obediently followed behind him, smiling brightly and talking about what he had.

"Feyya, let's go to the playground!"

"Feyya, I want to watch the fireworks..."

"Fei Jia, why do you always hug me?"

"It's not fair. I also like children very much. If Fei Jia becomes a child, she will be very cute..."

Life returned to the poverty and embarrassment at the beginning, in the simple house, Fyodor hugged the child who had grown a lot, and comforted him in a low voice.

"Wait, wait..."

Waiting for him to realize his ideal.

Wait until he builds that utopia where there is no evil.

Then let them be together...

just let them be together...

Every time he thought of this, Fyodor hesitated.

If it was the original him, he would naturally greet death with a smile on his face after Utopia was completed.

To die as the last person with supernatural powers in the world was the highest honor he could think of.

but……

In the past, Fyodor had no nostalgia for this sinful world.

Everything in the old world is just a boring foreshadowing, and the arrival of the new world will inevitably leave the old and welcome the new.

But now, it seems something is different.

Their target this time is very powerful.

In order to ensure safety, the child has been suffocating in the safe house for several weeks. At this time, he was extremely bored, so he closed his eyes and played role-playing games with him.

"O brave knight!"

He lowered his voice, imitating an old tone.

"Save the princess or save the world—which side will you choose?"

Fyodor stopped talking, but mobilized all the power around him to protect the child more and more tightly.

His supernatural ability is too special, once someone finds out, what awaits him will be a crueler ending than death.

However, the day has come.

The incident finally settled, and Fyodor returned to the stronghold in a hurry. The smiling face that greeted him disappeared, leaving only the cold note on the table.

—I'm going, Fedya, and I'll be back.

The disappearance caused by the unstable space in the child is random, and there is no time to leave a note for him.

This is the signal for help.

Fyodor's pupils shrank instantly.

how come?how can that be?

He has never shown his child's abilities on the outside, and he will not meet him every time before ensuring the environment is safe. How could anyone stare at him?

Taking a step back, what about the people responsible for protecting him, why didn't he receive any reports?

Which organization took him away?

Fyodor doesn't like to use his powers.

He felt it was wrong to kill people, he just had to.

Similarly, every time he uses his supernatural powers, he feels that the crime he is carrying has deepened.

But—the night he found the organization, he broke into the dungeon by himself through the main entrance, killing everyone he met along the way.

At the end of the road, he finally saw the child.

He was bleeding all over his body, the wounds kept emerging and disappearing, but he was still smiling, letting the wounds open and close, bending over to treat the next patient, just like when they first met, as if he didn't know anything is pain.

Fyodor felt that his breath had stopped.

He walked over quickly, grabbed the child's arm, and lightened his strength as if he had been electrocuted.

"Who is it?" His voice was cold, "Who brought you here?"

A thought repeatedly filled his mind.

kill him kill him...

The child's voice was perplexed.

"What are you talking about? Fedya..."

He tilted his head, his eyes were as pure and honest as ever.

"Nobody brought me here—I did it myself, I didn't, did I leave a note for you?"

"... "

Fyodor fell into an ice cave.

The child smiled, as in the past, frank and serious.

"Didn't I say that I need a lot of energy - the more people who believe in it, the more energy can be produced."

"Originally the orphanage was enough... But there is no way, since we are leaving, I have to find some other sources of energy."

His white hair was stained with blood, but his smile was bright.

Just like that day, the child's tone was a little turbulent and complacent.

"How about it——Fei Jia, I'm pretty good..."

He is not lying.

From start to finish, he wasn't lying.

That love is real, redemption is real, forgiveness is real, and joy is real.

It's just—that's not a treasure that belongs to him alone.

He is just one of many believers in the gods.

In the empty dungeon, the bright sunlight casts from the only iron window, and the child turns briskly. He puts his hand on the forehead of every dying person, just like he heals Fyodor every time, heals the wound one by one. article transfer.

The skin was chapped inch by inch, and then closed inch by inch.

Blood flowed down his face and formed a red stream on the ground. For the first time, Fyodor noticed that the child's dark red eyes, always smiling, were indifferent and empty.

There is no redemption in this world.

God does not love the world.

God does not love him.

God doesn't love himself either.

Man is born sinful.

Fyodor thought so.

If there really is a god in this world, then he should be responsible for the sins of human beings.

If there is no god in this world, then...

Shouldn't human beings be held accountable for their own sins?

Fyodor's hands clenched into fists, his nails dug into the flesh—and he let go again.

At this moment, he finally found the answer to the question that had troubled him for a long time.

The future demon smiled, those dark red eyes similar to those of the person in front of him, seemed to have no soul, soaked in deep and sticky darkness.

He said.

"August, do you know there is a place called Yokohama?"

The author has something to say: Fei Jia: The rat of the dead house is unlucky, let's change the name next time.

Next time: The Five Falls of Heaven and Man Fei Jia: I'm really a little genius named after nothing special.

I'm going to die of laughter from you, this article is really not an article about buying stocks!

There is a reason for Dazai to be CP, August is a more distorted existence than imagined