Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

Tsushima Ueiro went to the courtyard where Tsushima Reo lived.

There was no special purpose, it was simply because of this trouble that he suddenly thought of this son who had been forgotten by him.

When he went, Reo Tsushima hadn't finished his dinner, unlike his elder brother who had been subjected to strict dining etiquette since he was a child, and the posture when he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief at the table was stipulated, and he was lying alone in the room. On the table, because I was not good at using chopsticks, I held the bowl and ate the rice and vegetables with the spoon I used to scoop the soup. Rice grains and soup were inevitably sprinkled on the table.

In the eyes of Shuji Tsushima, who quietly followed because he was not at ease, that posture was not ugly, but rather frank and cute, but he also knew that in the eyes of Tsushima Youweiro, who was so rigid that he was almost stubborn, it was this The most disgusting gesture of an inferior.

Tsushima Ueiro didn't make a sound, he just stood there, watching Reo Tsushima finish his dinner coldly and indifferently.

"Have you finished eating?" Tsushima Ueiro said normally.

Reo Tsushima, who was focusing all her attention on eating, didn't notice the existence of Ueiro Tsushima, and was taken aback with a spoon in her mouth.

He raised his head in confusion, looked at the unknown man in front of him, obediently took the spoon out of his mouth, and replied, "Eat it."

Then Tsushima Youwei walked into this narrow Japanese room slowly, every step seemed to be prescribed by a measuring scale, precise and rigid, he carefully looked around the layout of the room.

After thinking about it, I knew that the place where the little young master who was not valued lived was not much better.

Even after changing to a new residence, the layout of the Japanese room is still only a few simple ones-futon, coffee table, futon, wardrobe and a low cabinet for storing sundries.

There were scissors, cloth towels, needles and threads and other daily necessities scattered on the low cabinet, which were added by the servant who took care of Tsushima Reo on weekdays. He was kind enough to add a little life to this empty room.

At this moment Tsushima Youweiro casually walked towards the low cabinet, bent over and picked out the red-handled scissors from above.

He tried the edge of the scissors with his fingertips, and after rubbing it lightly, he showed a satisfied expression on his face.

"Lian Yang? Your name is Lian Yang, right?"

"Yes." Tsushima looked at this inexplicable adult, curious about him, "Who are you?"

"Physiologically speaking, I am your father." Tsushima Ueiro said, "Do you know the meaning of father?"

Although it was a question, Tsushima Ueiro did not give Tsushima Reo a chance to answer. He looked condescendingly at Tsushima Reo, and said in an almost oppressive tone, "The so-called father is authority and domination. I Whatever you say, you have to do, you must always maintain awe and love for me, understand?"

Tsushima Reo nodded.

Tsushima Ueiro said, "Uchiyama Kanako, is that your servant?"

"Yes." Reo Tsushima smiled uncontrollably, it was a mask-like smile that firmly protected her true self like a protective shield.

When facing Tsushima Ueiro, he couldn't control himself not to please the other party, because that was already a kind of survival instinct that was almost carved into his bones.

"Kanako is my servant."

Reo Tsushima said this in obedience to the other party's wishes.

"Then you should also know what wrong she did."

Although it was a question sentence, Tsushima Ueiro spoke in a declarative tone, and he stared into Tsushima Reo's eyes, putting pressure on him in this way.

Under that invisible threat, Reo Tsushima seemed to have heard Tsushima Ueiro's unfinished words - [You can try to see what will happen if you say something wrong. ]

Click.

Click.

As if casually, Tsushima Ueiro tried the pair of scissors, and the sharp blade reflected a cold light in the dim light.

"It must be Kanako who caused trouble to my father." Reyo Tsushima said, "It's all because I didn't discipline Kanako well."

"Very good." Tsushima Ueiro said, "You still have a little self-knowledge."

"That woman caused me a lot of trouble, and I had to come back to deal with the mess during the congressman election, wasting precious time." Tsushima Youweiro said, the hidden emotions finally cracked a little gap.

Irritable, depressed, anxious.

These negative emotions that had no place to rest were inexplicably thrown into the furnace when they saw Reo Tsushima, and were smelted into scorching anger in the hellish heat, which rapidly expanded in the infinitely narrow chest cavity. , bumping around, looking for the exit.

Eiro Tsushima needed a punching bag to vent his exhaustion, his stress, his anger.

And Tsushima Reo, who couldn't resist him, was the best choice.

"If you make a mistake, you will be punished. This is a matter of course, you should understand." Tsushima Youweiro said, "I am not an unreasonable person, so I am here to ask for your opinion. .”

Tsushima Ueiro stretched out his hand, and loosely gathered Tsushima Reo's black hair from the side of the ear to the neck, and the soft and smooth black hair was pinched in Tsushima Ueiro's palm like seaweed.

He said as if asking, "—it happens that your hair is too long, how about letting me cut it for you?"

"Okay." Reyo Tsushima raised his head, looked at Youweiro Tsushima with pure black eyes, and he said obediently, "Father, can you cut me better?"

Tsushima Youweiro also smiled slightly, and he said, "No, Liao."

"You have to remember, this is punishment."

He raised his hand, and the sharp blades of the red-handled scissors lightly lifted up. The sharp tips shone with a cold gleam, hanging not far from the child's vulnerable and slender neck.

click - click -

When Tsushima Youweiro started, Shuji Tsushima stood behind the thin tree in the yard not far away and watched.

The sliding door was naturally closed, but the dim light inside and the light-transmitting shoji paper projected everything that happened in the narrow Japanese room on the paper door like a shadow play.

He saw Tsushima Youweiro slashing the scissors against Lianyang's neck every time he made a move. The sense of danger brought by the cold metal and sharp blade must make people uneasy and frightened.

And Tsushima Ueiro deliberately extended this process several times.

He poked lightly at the child's delicate skin with the tip of the knife teasingly, and left a series of harmless slender blood clots with the blade, and then cut off a strand of hair.

Then repeat, repeat, and repeat the process again.

He didn't do it to hurt Lian Yang.

Just like Lianyang didn't really do something wrong to be treated like this.

Tsushima Ueiro is just enjoying the pleasure of controlling others, trampling on others, and teasing others.

Tsushima Shuji just watched, he saw Tsushima Ueiro's slightly raised hands again and again, his body trembling slightly with excitement, and Lianyang's falling strands of hair.

He did not stand up to stop Tsushima Ueiro's atrocities.

It's not because Lianyang doesn't hold enough weight in his heart, nor is it because he's afraid of Tsushima Ueiro's authority.

It's because ignoring what's happening in front of you is the best solution.

Tsushima Shuji is just a five-year-old child, not tall enough, and not strong enough, so what if he rushes up to stop Tsushima Youweiro?

He is unable to fight Tsushima Ueiro, who is already an adult, such behavior will actually arouse Tsushima Ueiro's anger, and by then, his atrocities will definitely escalate again.

Do you regret using public opinion to force Eiro Tsushima to come back to solve the Kanako Uchiyama incident?

Shuji Tsushima didn't regret it, because that was the best solution, the way to get rid of Lianyang's suspicion to the greatest extent and hide his abnormality.

Compared with the consequences of exposing the murderous behavior, the skin wounds that can be healed in a week are just the most insignificant price.

but.

The cold anger ignited from the deepest part of his heart could not be concealed.

[It would be nice if Tsushima Ueiro died. ]

[Drown, shot, poisoned, suffocated or simply choked to death. ]

[Whatever it is, it would be nice if he could die quickly and disappear from our world. ]

Shuji Tsushima cursed his father's death from the bottom of his heart and devoutly.

If there is a god in this world, if he can see clearly the sins of all the people in this world, if he also clearly knows that Shuji Tsushima is a hopeless and born villain.

If so, even so, the gods would definitely approve of Shuji Tsushima's vicious curse on his own father.

Because Tsushima Ueiro is a filthy politician who is thousands of times more sinful than Shuji Tsushima. As a member of the Xieyang clan, he surpassed those emerging chaebols and climbed to his current position, not because of his so-called aristocratic bearing. , but real blood and bones, real sin and cruelty.

He watched Tsushima Youweiro's movements gradually calm down, as if he had vented enough, he casually cut off the last bit of Lianyang's long hair, then threw the scissors aside, opened the paper door, and still It was a dignified posture, unchanged face, maintaining the demeanor of his famous patriarch, and he left neatly.

Shuji Tsushima slowly walked out from the shadow of the skinny tree after Tsushima Youweirou disappeared completely.

He was still hesitant about what kind of appearance he should face Tsushima Reo, but the moment he walked out from under the shadow of the tree, he found that this worry seemed unnecessary.

Because at some point, Reo Tsushima was already standing on the corridor outside the room, watching him quietly.

He obviously saw where Shuji Tsushima came from, but as if nothing had happened, he showed a bright smile without haze as always. He waved at Shuji Tsushima, "Brother! Did you come to play with me?"

Shuji Tsushima shook his head and walked towards him.

The closer you get, the more you can see the horrible wounds on Tsushima Reo's slender neck.

Surrounding almost the entire neck, thin spots of blood, long scars, mottled and solidified on the child's delicate skin.

It is unimaginable that that thin neck can accommodate so many wounds.

Shuji Tsushima didn't explain why he appeared here. He lowered his eyes and stared blankly at his younger brother's scarred neck. The first thing he asked was, "Does it hurt?"

The kite-haired elder brother stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the wound on Tsushima Reo's neck, but shrank back and dared not touch it.

"Yeah." Reo Tsushima didn't ask about the topic that Shuji Tsushima didn't bring up. He was a straightforward child, and he gave all his trust to his brother. He didn't need to lie in front of Shuji Tsushima to force himself to go. please others.

Tsushima Reo nodded gently, and said as if a little shy, "It hurts, brother."

Shuji Tsushima lightly jumped onto the promenade, hugged Reo Tsushima's shoulders, and said softly, "Big brother will give you a blow, okay?"

"Okay!" Reo Tsushima's beautiful eyes like black pearls shone brightly.

Shuji Tsushima asked Reo Tsushima to sit on the wooden corridor, and the Japanese room behind them was filled with dim light, which just happened to illuminate the small place where they were sitting.

The elder brother with gentle iris-colored hair knelt behind the younger black-haired child, lowered his head slightly, and carefully blew on his younger brother's scarred neck.

The warm, moist, and gentle wind brushed over the sharp and painful wounds, and those places wrapped in softness seemed to be surrounded by love.

"...Hey, brother." Tsushima Reo said quietly.

"Ok?"

"Kanako didn't lie to me." He said very seriously, "Blow it, it really doesn't hurt."