The life of a migrant worker

In a place like Huajie Casino, where there is a mixture of the three religions and the nine schools of thought, it is very normal to have a bloody case due to a dispute between emotions.Human lives are not considered valuable these days, and the lives of the disadvantaged are even more worthless.

Therefore, at the lowest level where the light cannot be seen, kind guys will not last long. People living here are born with a cruel nature like wild animals. They are often not ashamed of their own arrogance, but instead Proud of fierce and aggressive instincts.

At that time, I had not yet fallen into the abyss of blood. They asked me to help them teach others in the name of a friend. My silent refusal turned into arrogance in their eyes and humiliated their precious self-esteem.

When they got together, they felt that I was unwilling to make friends with them because of my status, and then they were angry and expressed their dissatisfaction with me: "That kid Mochizuki looks so noble, why should he look down on others!"

Such evil intentions affecting Chiyu made people have to notice my special preference for Yurika. Her beauty beyond ordinary people logically brought disasters that should not belong to her to befall her.

I got rid of that scum who liked to abuse young girls, and this group finally got what they wanted.

——But how can there be paper in the world that can hold fire?

The deception and betrayal of my friends, the humiliation and frustration of not being able to protect others, the double sense of powerlessness caused my anger to spread in the wilderness like wildfire covered with withered grass, implicating many people involved in this matter.

When my head cleared up and I came back to my senses, I had already made the mastermind of this matter, the despicable person who made this vicious and despicable suggestion, burst open like a ripe watermelon in summer to overflow the juice under the eyes of everyone.

It was the first time that I killed a person with such hostility, and in the end, I didn't forget to go to the izakaya with others on my back, and took out all the valuable things on my body and kept them as the proprietress for a year. Since then, I have taken care of Yurika and thanked him.

It’s ridiculous that my body is still covered with the sticky blood that was spattered from the murder. Under the horrified eyes of the proprietress, I explained the last thing to her: “If someone asks, it doesn’t matter if you tell me. But this is a matter of right and wrong after all. If you want to continue living in another place, please don’t come into contact with strange people like me again!”

She anxiously asked me if I needed a bandage. If it had been in the past, I would have joked that it wasn't my own blood.It's just that now, I don't have any mood or any reason to do this, I just waved my hand and left here without looking back.

I hate myself for being self-assertive for no reason, and I hate why I always make things around me self-defeating.I just hope that the people around me will survive, but even such a small wish is often not fulfilled.

I'm a dud, a wretch who brings bad luck to those around me, an escaper, a coward who can't protect anyone.The only thing I can do is to swing my unskilled sword, but how can I get any happiness in exchange for an artifact that is destined to hurt others.

When I was doing nothing to avoid right and wrong, someone came to visit me.

He said to me respectfully: "You have killed many sinful people, and everyone shuns you, but I think you are a righteous man. The reason why so many tragedies happen in this world are not all because of evil. Are you confident? I don't know why you are wasting your time here."

Having said that, I have killed a lot of people, and few of them are really innocent guys, but who has the right to deprive others of their lives and judge their crimes at will?

But at that time, I didn't have much energy to cheer up and judge what others said, and I was disheartened, as if I fell into a quagmire and sank deeper and deeper.Thinking about it now, my history of murder can constitute the history of many people's fortunes, and Saigo Hokichi was the introducer I matched in that world.

I can't turn back, the canopy watered by my sins has already been full of fruits, why should I be obsessed with it, use my blood-soaked palms to touch things that should be clean and white, and blacken the cloud without any shadow .

A messenger from Xixiang sent me an invitation, asking me to go to Yoshiwara's current house to attend his banquet next week.In fact, I knew a long time ago that a guy as pretentious as him would never come to visit me in person.

After all, ever since this guy made his fortune, his behavior style has always been full of the vanity and ostentation of the rich. If he doesn't take the initiative to draw a sideline with people like me, doesn't it just mean that he is the same kind of person as a bloody and vulgar butcher like me .

——That's fine, it just fits my heart.

Because the corpses will stink when the spring warms up, and the blood will attract flies to swarm there, and I don't want to add more unspeakable troubles to the neighbors around me.

I chatted kindly with the messenger and kindly sent him out of the street.After he left, I clenched the things in my hands into a ball and threw them directly into the trash can next to me.

When I got home, I saw the windows of the living room were wide open, and the wind blew open the beige curtains, pouring water into them.

A few bottles of wine were placed on the wooden dining table, and a chair was pulled out crookedly. A young man with white hair sat there very naturally, without any self-consciousness, and even pointed at my empty apartment. : "...You are really frugal and poor here, and you don't have anything!"

I said, "Umo Tianyuan, if there are any marks on my windows, you have to help repaint the walls."

"What does that matter, have you ever seen a ninja who walks and leaves traces?" He flipped through the newspaper delivered today nonchalantly, then casually pointed to the opposite seat and motioned for me to sit down.

It seems that this guy really tried to knock on the door, and when passing by the mailbox, he took out all the small advertisements stored in it and brought them to the living room.

"I heard that you were sick, so I stopped by to have a look. Suma and the others are behind, insisting that the things I chose are not good, and I want to buy you other gifts... Yes, the spirit looks much better than that day, but the face is still the same. Difference!"

During the vacation, Udon didn't fly over to tell me about any urgent tasks, so I knew in my heart that Mr. Ubi's visit was not to call me back to work and work overtime with illness.

It's just that what Suma said is also true, how can anyone bring alcohol to visit a patient?

I suspect that Yinzhu, as my friend for many years, knows my laziness and wants to extend my paid vacation in a tactful way.After all, if I was really sick and coughed after drinking, I could ask Shinobu to write a false note saying that I had a cold.

"I remember when you were in Butterfly House, but you never got sick," he looked up at my face, frowned and looked at me strangely, and suddenly realized something, "like you People who can't take care of themselves and can't cook, how do they live these days?"

It's not like I don't eat anything like he thinks, but I don't have the heart to go to the place where I know me to eat, and I just deal with it at the ramen restaurant near my home.

After listening to it, he looked at me with an even weirder expression: "This doesn't look like you at all... Such an unglamorous appearance, let's get better quickly."

So this guy stayed at my house as a matter of course, saying that he wanted to show off his cooking skills to supplement my nutrition, and by the way, he showed his gorgeous and amazing cooking skills to me who was ignorant.

What he didn't expect was that not only did I lack cooking ingredients, but I even lacked cooking tools.Now he came to me and said that he insisted on cooking for me. In fact, it was tantamount to coming to my home to help the poor and buy me furniture.

For this kindness, I am determined that no matter what kind of food he cooks, I will applaud him unconscionably and praise him for his ingenuity, ingenuity, blue heart, and quality.

There are so many things missing in my house, I don’t even have the most basic pots and pans, so I had to send udon noodles and Uma Tengen’s chain crow to fly around, and ran to the young cranes who went shopping to tell them repeatedly. .Because we always leave something behind when we make a shopping list, and Udon's clever little brain can't remember so many nouns.

I said, "Stupid Crow."

Udon ran over and pecked at my hand. I really like its way of expressing intimacy. Anyway, there are calluses on my hands that have been sharpened by holding swords all year round. This kind of force does not hurt me at all.

In the end, the three of Chuhe and the others finally came back. When Suma saw me, he threw away the big and small shopping bags in his hand, ran over and hugged me, and cried, "I wanted to buy something you like to eat." , but you seem to eat everything, Makiyo said to buy all kinds, and let me carry them all!"

It seems that the reason why this incident happened is not entirely due to Maki and bullying Suma, but to my behavior of eating everything.

So I could only hug Suma in embarrassment, and pat her on the shoulder lightly to show comfort.

Then I watched the three of them start tidying up my kitchen, which was so clean that not even a mouse would visit it.It seems that I don't have to rely on my acting skills to pretend that Umo Tengen's dishes are delicious, because his skill in handling ingredients is so superb that it's jaw-dropping.

His cooking was so unexpected that somehow the whole process suddenly evolved into everyone making their own special dish.The moment I walked out of the kitchen with the plate, I felt a long-lost embarrassment.

"what is that?"

"Poached broccoli with coriander salad and Huadiao white radish with soy sauce."

Yuhao Tianyuan laughed, not concealing his inexplicable sense of superiority in front of me at all, then picked up the white radish I carved, and bit off the head of the white radish crow without any politeness.

I think he is too much, and Udon is also dead.

Drinking is inevitable with meals. I actually don't like drinking very much, but my friends surprisingly like drinking.

When I was living with Iori before, she always liked to mumble and laugh at me and talk nonsense after drinking.Besides her, before I came to Ghost Slayer, I also had a true friend who was good at drinking.

Because I can't save enough money, the economic level is as volatile as the ups and downs of the stock curve, from poor to rich.

Some people say that no matter how much money you give me, you will lose it in a short time, but I don't think it matters. Anyway, as long as you are still breathing for a day, you can always find a way to get money.As the saying goes, the living will never be suffocated to death by urine.

Let's talk about my friend again, he is a real prodigal son, he usually has a chic appearance that doesn't take anything to heart, his behavior style is not irrelevant to Iori's, it can be said to be exactly the same.

I seem to appeal to the kind of guy who likes to hang around and eat and not pay for it.

That day I was alone in the corner drinking wine, my finances were sometimes affluent and sometimes embarrassing. I wanted to tell my acquainted boss to pay on credit as usual, but I was told that the guests on the upper floor would help first. I paid for it.

I looked up at the man who came down from the tall building. If he were called a human being, he would be too handsome and pale. In the dark spring night, under the warm yellow light of the tavern, I raised my voice to him amidst the noise of the crowd. Ask: "I'm afraid there is nothing free in the world. What do you want from me, a penniless person?"

He raised his wine cup to me and toasted me from a distance, showing a gentle smile: "What's the point of drinking alone? Why don't you go upstairs and drink with me?"

This man's chicness and handsomeness are just a false appearance, just like my arrogance and gloomyness are just intentional. To me, he is a fool, and I can't even say that this guy is more pitiful than me.

Because I had nothing in the first place, even if I was cheated out of everything, I would just go back to the time when I had nothing, and he was indeed a young widower abandoned by his wife as a widow.But in the end, we still can't figure out the reality. Anyway, we are both guys who have been heartbroken by women and played around by fate. It's just each other.

I hadn't seen him for a long time, and he wrote me that he was moving to his new home, in a small town near Edo.Sometimes I think his words are really ridiculous. He still calls Tokyo Edo or something, which makes people feel that he is a person who lived hundreds of years ago.

He said he would come to me later and tell me his new address.

But since I got tired of this endless life and watched the rushing river jump down, the information exchanged between the two of us was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no connection anymore.

I feel that Yuhao Tianyuan's overly egotistical manner seems a bit vicious.

When he came to visit me, he personally brought several bottles of good wine, but when he was eating, he only asked Chu He to pour me hot tea, and then asked me to hold the teacup and watch him drink.

I murmured, "I want to pour tea on this guy."

When Yuhao Tianyuan looked at me with a smile, I immediately changed my words and praised him without any sincerity: "You are so handsome, the god of festivals."

They raised smoke in my unpopular residence, giving this place a touch of human fireworks.

The warmer everything about Ghost Slayer is, the more poignant it is.

Now that I am a terminally ill person, I can only choose to leave here and let Xixiang Fengyi keep his mouth shut, so that the friendship between me and everyone will last forever in my heart.