Wilster

When Vic awoke, he found himself lying in a modest room.Why is it plain? At a glance, it is all white, without any decorations except for the necessary utensils. The snow-white curtains are blown by the breeze, and Vic has the illusion of being in heaven.

But the pain in his stomach told him he was still alive.Vic pulled back the quilt and looked. Several laps of gauze were wrapped around his abdomen, and his fractured right arm was also splinted, but it didn't hurt.

"Are you awake?" A strange voice sounded from the corner.

Vic looked sideways, he didn't notice that there was a person sitting in the corner just now.A very strange face, whose age could not be seen, but who exuded a dangerous aura inexplicably.Originally, even if Vik had just woken up from a serious injury, it would not be impossible for someone sitting in the room to be unaware, but even now, if he looked away, Vik couldn't even feel the breath of this person.

The man was reading a book, and when Vic woke up, he turned his gaze to Vic, showing no emotion, but the man didn't feel embarrassed, just looked at him silently.

Vic said, "Did you save me? Who are you?"

"Let me introduce myself," the man got up and walked to Vic's bed. "My name is Nietzsche, and I am the current leader of the Gamanro family."

Vic glanced at the man in surprise, the leader of Gamanro?Of course, Gamalovik has heard of it, but this family is too low-key, and hardly appears in front of the world.There used to be a relatively important family who threatened to replace Gamanro. The next day the whole family disappeared as if the world had evaporated. So now Gamanro is still low-key and mysterious, but no one dares to Look down on them.

After all, he is his savior, and he can also be regarded as his elder. Vik nodded slightly: "Thank you for your help, senior."

Nietzsche sat gently on the edge of the bed, and brushed the long hair on Vic's forehead.This sudden movement made Vic stop, but there was no emotion in Nietzsche's eyes, as if this untimely movement should happen, Vic looked at him silently.

"We have seen it," Nietzsche said slowly, "at the ceremony of appointing you as the mayor of Los Angeles."

It was only then that Vik remembered that the appointment ceremony more than a year ago was a punishment for him, but the activities of the big families always involved mobilizing troops. The headquarters of the five big families were all located in the Imperial City. turn up.It's just that at that time, Vic was only filled with resentment, he didn't care who was there at all, and naturally he didn't have much impression of the Gamanro leader in front of him.

If someone else said that, Vic would definitely take it as a joke, but Nietzsche's eyes were too calm, he was just telling a fact, and Vic could only sulk in his heart.

Nietzsche didn't speak anymore, as if he was waiting for Vic's response. Vic was silent for a long time and said, "Senior still remembers me."

Nietzsche went on to say: "Why forget it? Such a perfect face is enough to attract anyone."

Vic is a little speechless, is this teasing him?Just listening to this sentence, it is obvious, but Nietzsche has no expression, and there is no emotion in his eyes like a pool of stagnant water. How can he be so teasing?

Nietzsche changed the topic: "The wound on your stomach is very strange. I try not to leave you with scars. Such a perfect body should not be damaged in any way."

The wound on Vic's stomach was caused by Tizi's amethyst arrow. Unexpectedly, the dignified leader of Gamanro expressed his strange ability. It seems that Gong Lan's subordinates are not ordinary people.Thinking of Gong Lan, Vic secretly clenched his fists. He seldom suffered from his peers, and even Xuan Ya could only be equal with him, but Gong Lan actually let him run away.

The always proud Master Vic hasn't experienced the feeling of failure for a long time, even though he was familiar with this feeling when he was a child.If Gong Lan is willing to help him, it should be a powerful help.

Nietzsche finally took his hand away: "Vic, why did you appear there?"

There?Where is there?Vic thought for a while, it should be the place where he was attracted by the space rift, and Vic asked him: "Then, why is the senior there?"

"You don't want to know the answer," Nietzsche said unemotionally.

The room fell silent for a while, and the two just looked at each other without speaking.

And Nietzsche's next sentence made Vic unable to bear the thought of doing it: "Do you hate your father?"

Vic looked at Nietzsche with undisguised irritability in his eyes: "What does this have to do with you?"

Nietzsche didn't seem to see Vic's eyes, and said to himself: "Curiosity, hate, what does it feel like? You see, everything in this world operates according to the law, the seasons alternate, spring planting and autumn harvesting, birth, old age, sickness and death ... But, people always want to break all the peace and use love or hate as an excuse. Why, it is said that there must be an effect after a cause, but where does this cause come from?"

Vic didn't speak, because he really didn't know if the man in front of him was still in his right mind.

Nietzsche went on to say: "It can be seen that it is a punishment to arrange you to Los Angeles, because you killed your elder brother, and you also made no secret of your dislike for the family. But why? Could it be because of something that you Isn't it your father's son? Why you would do this, I don't understand."

Vik perfunctory said: "Everything can't always be followed, there are always some unexpected situations."

"Yeah, there are always some surprises..." Nietzsche muttered to himself, "Maybe I'm not qualified to question you, I don't even understand what I am..."

Nietzsche stood up, as if ready to leave: "Vic, I have an unkind request."

Vic looked at him. "I'll do my best."

"Would you like to stay with me all the time?" When Nietzsche said this, his tone was still ordinary, as if he was just asking about a trivial matter.

Vic suddenly became nervous: "Senior, are you threatening me?"

Nietzsche shook his head: "No, I just want you to stay."

Vic said, "I refuse."

No trace of disappointment or anger could be seen on Nietzsche's face. He nodded: "Okay." After speaking, he turned around and left, and before going out, he said: "Then leave it behind and wait for your wounds to heal before leaving."

After Nietzsche left, Vic was alone in the room.Nietzsche's words, including him, are very weird. Vic has never met such a strange person, and he is a little inexplicably depressed.The curtains were still moving with the wind, and Vik slowly got out of bed, walked to the window and looked into the distance, seeing a familiar scene.

This is Gamanro's headquarters, that is to say, he is now in the Imperial City.

At the place where the horizon is about to disappear, there is a towering lighthouse, which is one of Wilster's landmark buildings. After all, he has never set foot in the Imperial City since he became the Lord of Los Angeles. Back here in a weird way.

Nietzsche's face has no wrinkles, but it has hidden vicissitudes of life. He can't tell his age, but he is definitely much older than Vic.Vic didn't know if all the elderly people were talking like this. He had the answer when he met other people in Gamanro. It turns out that neurosis can be contagious, regardless of age.

Nietzsche told him to heal his injuries before leaving. During this period of time, Vic inevitably came into contact with many members of the Gamanro family. From the elders to the attendants, they all looked as calm as stagnant water, to put it nicely These are non-human fireworks, but to put it bluntly, they are walking dead.

I don’t know if he was avoiding him on purpose. Vic has never seen Nietzsche deal with any government affairs. The Gamanlow family seems not interested in power. What Nietzsche does most every day is to come to Vic’s room, either to read books or take money. He looked at him with eyes that didn't look like a living person.Other than that, the only thing Nietzsche was interested in was leading the family members to chant.

Vic was lucky enough to see once. The members of Gamanro in the Imperial City gathered together and chanted in unison in the huge auditorium. This is a language that Vic has never heard. It is deep, obscure, and reveals a little bit of despair. .

Nietzsche never showed any emotion, even when he was chanting, there was no fanaticism in his eyes that is common to believers.It is worth mentioning that the slight sense of danger that Wick felt in Nietzsche was vividly displayed when he chanted.It was the first time Vic had felt the creeps since his mother died, and Vic never went to see them chant after that time.

Besides, in Los Angeles, the news that Vic was still alive finally stopped Mi Rui's tears, but after the grief passed, all the guilt and self-blame in his heart burst out. Azusa was injured, if he could be of some use, he wouldn't drag Vic down like this.

So, when Xinhu was worried about Vic being in Gamanro, Miri came to her with red eyes.

"I want to learn supernatural powers."

After Mi Rui said this, she knelt down in front of Xinhu, her pretty face full of determination.

"Why?" Xinhu looked at Mi Rui, a little amused.She can't say whether she supports Vic's liking for men, but in her eyes, even if he likes men, there are very few people who are worthy of Vic. Miri has no status and no strength, but It was a dispensable plaything beside Vic, who jumped out at this time and said that she wanted to learn supernatural powers, saying that it was impossible for her not to underestimate Miri.

Mi Rui replied a little timidly: "I heard...Master Vic learned the supernatural ability after joining the Sky Fox Army. Please Master Xinhu teach me too. I don't want to drag you down anymore."

At least the boy in front of him is doing it for Vic’s sake, so Xinhu couldn’t help but feel soft-hearted: “Get up first. First of all, I want to tell you that Vic’s abilities were taught by his mother. After he came to the Sky Fox Army, I just supervised him. , because supernatural powers are completely dependent on talent, and cannot be learned by learning."

A strange light flashed in Xinhu's eyes, and he saw the heart of Mirui's meridian thoroughly.

After reading it, Xinhu sighed slightly: "Mi Rui, you are really rare...you don't have any special talents."

There are various kinds of talents with supernatural powers, some are strong and some are weak, and there are very few people with strong talents, but relatively speaking, people without a little bit of talent are actually even rarer... Unfortunately, Mi Rui is the latter. Fox couldn't see any prototypes of supernatural powers in his body, he was just a standard waste.

Seeing Mi Rui's earnest expression, Xinhu said tactfully, "You should stop holding on to your expectations."

Mi Rui was disappointed: "Why?!"

Xinhu shook his head: "You don't have any talent, let me put it this way, if you can learn a little bit of power, I am willing to worship you as a teacher."

Mi Rui didn't expect to get such an answer, and said in a daze, "It's really... there is no way..."

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Xinhu sighed and said: "If you can't learn supernatural powers, you can change it to another way, such as practicing martial arts and gymnastics? But I advise you not to count on these, although these things are theoretically There is no need for the support of supernatural powers, but every superb martial artist in history is a person who has achieved great accomplishments in supernatural powers. No matter how bad it is, martial arts training also needs to have foundation support, and ordinary people who don’t know supernatural powers are also unlikely. Become a master of martial arts."

What Xinhu said was the truth, but Mi Rui, who wanted to become stronger, heard that he would let go of the opportunity, and immediately said firmly: "As long as there is an opportunity, I will not let it go! I will start exercising now Body!" After saying that, he trotted away.

Xinhu rubbed her eyebrows and sighed. She really didn't want to hurt Mi Rui's self-confidence. With his weak and slender body, she wanted to applaud him for being able to pick up the sword.But that's all, it seems that Mi Rui was stimulated by this incident, and he will probably recover when Vic returns safely.

Thinking of Vic, Xinhu frowned. Gamanro wrote frankly that Vic was with them. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any malicious intentions, but he didn't ask them to send someone to pick him up, and he didn't let him back. She didn't understand what the Gamanlo people were planning.

What is Gamanro's plan, Vic also wants to know.He lived here for several days, during which Nietzsche was still by his side almost all the time, which made Vic a little... puzzled.

Vic wanted to say, you're not ugly, if you want to have sex, just say so, just let me be there.But on the one hand, Nietzsche is his predecessor after all, so it is really inappropriate to say that; on the other hand, Nietzsche's behavior is obviously interesting to him, and there is no other more suitable explanation, but Nietzsche's eyes and emotions Too indifferent, it really doesn't mean that.

Whenever Vic saw Nietzsche looking at him with stagnant eyes, he felt that he was thinking too much, but forgive him for being young and ignorant. In this situation, he couldn't think of other conclusions except that he wanted to go to bed.In short, Master Vic is very depressed here, and he can't wait to heal his injury and leave immediately.

Vic was looking for allies everywhere, but he didn't tell Nietzsche about it. Firstly, he didn't know if Nietzsche was willing to help him. Secondly, he really didn't want to have anything to do with this inexplicable person. , intending to leave after feeding.

Nietzsche often said some specious things to Vick, and today is no exception.

"Vic, the first time I saw you, I thought you didn't look like a person from this world, because you are indeed too dazzling. But what I didn't expect was that you, like the worldly people, have your own love, your own Hate. I don't understand, what kind of feeling does hate feel like?"

What does it feel like to hate? Nietzsche asked Vic this question countless times, and he said that after reading the book a hundred times, you will see the truth. In the same way, a question keeps popping up in your mind, no matter how obvious the question is, you will understand it yourself. Slowly doubt the answer.

Vic didn't want to answer this question at first. It is impossible for a person not to know what hatred feels like. Vic felt that Nietzsche was putting on an act.But after asking this question too much, Vic felt that maybe Nietzsche was really crazy.But now, this question was brought up again, and Vic didn't know how to describe the feeling of hatred for a while.

He must have been brainwashed by Nietzsche, why does he have the feeling that what he cares about is not important but can be dispensable?Vic slandered in his heart, he felt that he had to leave immediately, or at least stop talking nonsense with Nietzsche, otherwise he would be infected with neurosis by him like his subordinates.

"Hate is a feeling of being alive." Vic said lazily lying on the bed with his arms folded.

"Oh," Nietzsche's tone was suddenly enlightened, but his expression was still calm, "Navik, do you want to live?"

Vic took a look at Nietzsche and thought he was talking nonsense.

Nietzsche said: "I don't mean it superficially, you need to think on a deeper level. There must be a why, why do you want to live?"

Vic really didn't want to talk to him: "Because I think, there is no reason."

Nietzsche nodded: "Let me agree with you. You want to live, so you live, but if you don't want to, you will choose to die. So, what does life mean to you?"

What the hell!If Nietzsche hadn't saved him, if he hadn't been unable to beat him, Vic really wanted to kill Gamanlo right now...

Nietzsche asked himself and answered: "You can't say that, after all, the meaning of life cannot be described in words, and it must be constantly put into practice."

Vic asked sincerely, "Senior Nietzsche, are you tired?"

Nietzsche shook his head: "No, I haven't figured out a lot of things, and I'm not qualified to say I'm tired. People are actually very fragile things, but along with this fragility, there is also unimaginable viciousness. I don't care about these things. I understand, but I have seen a lot. I think I don’t have enough time to figure out everything and destroy things that I don’t understand. This is against my purpose. But there is no way, maybe this is another meaning of life. We've been alive and we've been lost."

Vic felt that his brain was hurting, and it was too tiring to communicate with psychopaths. If he had a choice, he would rather hide Nietzsche in Gong Lan's cave of purgatory.

"Vic, how can you describe hate other than being alive?" Nietzsche spoke again.

here we go again!Vic looked at the expressionless Nietzsche: "Senior Nietzsche, don't you understand love and hate? Why do you always hold on to hate?" Vic thought to himself, if this psychopath asked me what love feels like, I would Just tell him bluntly: I don’t know.

Unexpectedly, Nietzsche shook his head and said: "There is no need to ask this, maybe, I already know the feeling of love."

After Nietzsche finished speaking, he looked at Vic intently.

"..." Vic has long been used to the feeling of being watched. After all, he has been here for so many days, but Nietzsche's words are too intriguing. Vic really feels lost at this moment. The feeling of being in the cave of purgatory.