Guilty Records

"You? 46, are you? Now? You're as old as an octogenarian old cat, now? There are wrinkles around the corners of your eyes, so ugly that even the worst widowers who go whoring|prostitution don't look up to you? , under the rough epidermis, is you? Smelly orbicularis oris and septum, they have begun to age, if dissected out, it will be like a puddle of rotting animals, it pulls you? loose you? Muscle, There is still nasty snot and body fluid in the nasal cavity, making you uglier and uglier."

His fingertips were so cold that it made people tremble, "Think about it, what's the meaning of your existence? Your neck is a dry bamboo pole. This is the place where your whole body is aging and stiffening the fastest. The folds make people feel disgusted, and they also smell old. Your breasts are loose, dry and drooping. There is no drop of yellowish milk in the milk duct. You are losing your physiological function now, no matter what? In terms of gender or age, you? You are a waste."

"Just like you? Eat human flesh and drink human blood. All the toxins in your body gather in your stomach, and then decompose and spread to the blood, making your whole person dirty and lowly. The excess comes from the kidneys, ureters, bladder, and urethra. All the way down, you? You think you are proud and noble, but you? How is it different from the food that was once imprisoned? After all, you? Are also abandoned like these excrement, trampled into the soil, and merged with the excrement and urine of thousands of people. .”

"You? Dirty? Mary Roberts."

Mary Roberts followed their fingers, and with an indifferent tone, looked at her embarrassed self in the mirror in shock, trembling, trembling, unable to exert any strength.

Louis Anjou looked sleepy, her voice was as light as water splashing jade, and the whole cage appeared like magic? It was so strangely silent that even she couldn't refute it, so she could only listen quietly.

"You? Look at you. How pitiful you are now. Going to pick up mice and cockroaches. If you don't eat you, you can't survive. They come out of the underground pipes, and they are full of fishy smells and countless viruses and city people's excrement. You ? Just swallow it openly."

"Mary Roberts, you? Not only are you getting old, it's not that a hero is getting old, but you're gradually turning into a pool of carrion, even if a wild dog comes to sniff it, you'll dislike it. You? Now? Even your sad face is maintained Can't stop, for so many years, you have eaten all the filth that people detest, so you have become the most filthy and disgusting existence in the world."

Louis Anjou's emerald green eyes were beautiful, but the words that came out of his mouth were terrifying like a devil. Mary Roberts slowly shifted her gaze to him? She was timidly full of horror. She? looked at this man in fear , like demons, like Shura, it can only be said that they are not human at all.

Her tears have long since stopped, and the dam in her heart has long since cracked and collapsed with his words, and can no longer be rebuilt. She knows clearly that it is the only bit of pride she has left, and it has also been overturned by this man. The absurd words were overthrown and turned into mud under the soles of their feet.

Dignity is often like this. Others can't laugh or cry, but I have to support myself, and I can always survive? Relying on some mysterious and mysterious things, but if that weak support is crushed by others, then ? People are no longer people.

She collapsed on the wall decadently, letting the mice gnaw on her feet.

Suomo closed his eyes and said softly, "Louis Anjou, you? You are a freak."

He smiled slightly, "You are also a lunatic."

"Now you? Are the final winner? You? Kill me." She turned her head as if resigned to her fate.

Withdrawing the mirror, Louis Anjou stood up, straightened the suit and leather jacket that had been tugged for a while, and wiped off the mud stained on his hands with a clean white handkerchief, "I will let you go? Leave."

Mary Roberts was taken aback, opened her eyes and regained her strange look, and said clearly, "You? Lied to me!"

Louis didn't speak, but his cold eyes made people think that he wouldn't lie at all.

"You? Then? Hate me, broke into my manor, slaughtered my slaves, and finally crushed my self-esteem, isn't it just for revenge? You? If so? Hate me, why? Didn't you kill me? Only a lunatic will understand a lunatic. You? Want to be a hypocritical god? Let those lowly people admire you? "

By the end she was a little hysterical.

"You? You don't deserve to die at my hands. Let the public judge you?" Louis was very calm, and after he finished speaking, he was about to leave.

Mary Roberts, eager to thwart him, fell to her knees and screamed, "You? Stop! Where are you going, you? Don't go?! You? Go? I won't leave! Louis Anjou you? Want to kill me! You? Definitely want to kill me! You? Dare to let me go, I will definitely kill you when I get out! I will take revenge on you?!"

Her screams made Gallet's eardrums tremble, and he said angrily, "Hey, you? A lunatic who doesn't know what's good or bad, let you go? Let you go? He? Mom won't leave? Stay in this damn place Comfortable? I warn you? Ah, although I don’t hit women, but look at the shitty things you do, you? You are no longer a woman! Take care of me..."

She frightened her with a flick of the fist, and rolled on the ground in embarrassment, holding her forehead tightly.

Louis didn't bother to look at her anymore? He turned around and glanced at Morris, and said lightly, "You? Know how? You did it."

Maurice treats Louis Anjou, always so? Pious and sincere respect.

"Yes, my lord."

Louis walked indifferently? In this underground prison, the subordinates who followed him bowed their heads respectfully and said nothing.

As soon as today is over, this hell, where countless people have been buried for 26 years, will be burned in the raging fire. The scorching hot fire will wash away the deep-buried sins and turn all human bones, flesh, flesh and beliefs into ashes, and the ashes will follow. Dust buried, weathered and annihilated, completely forgotten by mankind.

Suddenly, Louis froze, and looked at the small and cramped room expressionlessly.

Now its iron door is wide open, and there is an ugly-looking woman inside. The woman's eyes are dull, her arms have been cut off, and she is tied to a chair. The rats in the basket are constantly gnawing at her thighs and ankles. I don't know. How many days have been gnawed, and the bones have already been exposed.

What Louis noticed was not her, but the blood-stained haystack behind her, where a crazy woman lay 20 years ago.

She sometimes beats her "young" child, venting all her hatred, pain, and unbearable entanglement on this young body.

The beautiful face was distorted, and she smashed it with a bench, and even hit the wall with the child's head.

"You? Why? Don't cry! Are you? This bastard is stupid. I am the one who gave birth to you. I should have drowned you in the toilet when I was born like this. You? Why just now? Didn't ask the Duke Please save me, you? Do you want me to die too, you? Say, you? Do you also want me to die..."

She couldn't see any rationality in her eyes, and the crimson madness occupied the high ground.

"You? Go and beg him? Okay, you? Are his? Biological son, related by blood. He? Should listen to what you said. Let him let me go, okay? I can't take it anymore. I really can't take it, please?..."

She fell to her knees, her tears had been shed all these years, even though she knew that it was futile to let the child beg for that devil, that devil would even eat her own son, but she still had little hope in her heart.Suddenly, her complexion changed drastically like a schizophrenia, and she became ugly and irritable. She raised the wooden stick, "I gave birth to a dumb person? What? Use... I want to kill you? You? Dead or? Disabled, he? Maybe he came to see me, he? used to like me so much, so I have a chance to intercede."

The voice was soft and penetrating, "Come on, be good... stretch out your legs and let mom hit you lightly a few times, okay..."

……

Sometimes, like a gentle and dedicated mother, hugging the thin boy in her arms, the two of them curled up by the cold wall together, trying their best to warm the boy with straw and body temperature.

She cut her finger, put it to the mouth of the boy who was about to faint from hunger, and said calmly, "Drink."

"It was my fault that you were born here. My life is already very hard. Why? One day we're saved, can we? Leave..."

"I'll take you to drink milk, that thing is sweet, you? Know what? Is it sweet? It's just...very sweet, very sweet?" The low-educated woman couldn't think of an adjective, a little annoyed, "Anyway, it's better than now. ?It's ten thousand times better in this."

"You? Grandma is a strict person, but she has a good heart..." The woman wiped away the tears on her face, looking at the boy who was as cute as a kitten, full of nostalgia, "I should have listened to her long ago. If you don’t want to stay in the village, why? Always think about going out.”

"She? Ah, she's definitely not happy that I gave you this name casually. I think it's uneducated, Mo Yi... Even if you? For you? Rename it, maybe with your? Grandpa's surname..."

……

"Sir? What are you thinking of, sir?"

In the distant memory? The woman's babbling was interrupted. It was a rare moment of warmth deep in his memory. Although it was not deep, it was the origin of him.

Following his eyes, his subordinates looked at the room suspiciously. He thought that Louis was looking at the crippled woman.

"That's Mary Roberts's maid. She has been with her all these years? The master has done a lot of evil things, and even the wound on Mr. Tang's hand was caused by her? Do you want me to let Mr. Morris, and then let her? Eat some What a pain, such a vicious person deserves to go to hell after death." The men looked disgusted.

Tang Zhibai's name echoed in Louis' ears, which completely brought Louis back to his thoughts.

His eyes flickered, and he strode away without looking again. "go home?."

On the way home, his face was extremely stern. Even if he didn't urge him, the driver continued to speed up in sweat. The rest of the people who didn't know thought something happened in the villa, but the Anju family People are very polite, they shouldn't ask, and they never ask too much.

The vehicle didn't come to a complete stop, and Louis opened the door and got out of the car. This move surprised everyone. They looked at each other and didn't know what happened. The image of Louis Anjou will always be Strategizing, calm and calm, this is the first time that he is so eager.

He pushed open the door with big strides, looking for a familiar figure with a cold face, did he not? He saw, following the movement, he came all the way to the kitchen, only to see the thin man in an apron standing by the fire heating milk .

Doesn’t it exist at home? Louis does? The maid, Tang Zhibai, whose fingers don’t touch the spring water, is in a hurry to heat up milk, and her big hands wrapped in gauze are even more clumsy now.

The movement from the door startled him. He quickly stabilized the frying pan and turned his head a little surprised.

"Louis? What's the matter today? Come back so early?"

Louis's green eyes were like a piece of jade, refracted crystal clear under the moonlight, but just like this person, they were sent to the place with a layer of frost that had not melted for many years, and it was extremely cold.

Over the years, Tang Zhibai has long been used to it, so he just responded with a gentle smile, "Do you want to drink milk? I just cooked a dish, although it is possible? The taste is not good..."

milk...sweet...

Before he finished speaking, he was embraced by the man domineeringly. He froze and quickly moved the pot away, afraid that Louis would be burned. Feeling that he was in a bad mood and wanted to ask what was wrong, the deep voice was in his ears sounded.

With deep tiredness, "I miss you."

Tang Zhibai relaxed, hugged him back, and said softly, "I'm always here."