Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

Ming Liu was only 12 years old when he became a mercenary.

Everyone knew that countless blood had been stained on his hands, but now, if the murder of relatives was established, perhaps the blood would be heavier than imagined.

Then, there is a reason why he will make an oath not to kill anyone later.

According to the information provided by others, Fyodor and his party came to the place where Mingliu lived before he was ten years old.

A... not very acceptable place.

"Can people really live in this place?" The messy buildings collapsed one after another, there was no light, and everything was an annoying gray.The clear and transparent sky is like an unattainable dream that never existed. "It's a bit like Lei Guo Street in Yokohama...Lei Guo Street at least has a blue sky..."

Although Leiguo Street is a mess, there are many residents. Those who cannot live in an upright manner are hiding in dark corners, waiting for opportunities to move.

This is already a dead city.

"Cough, cough..." When walking around a corner, the aging steel bars failed to support the cement and fell down, causing the smoke and dust that had been squeezed for a long time to disperse.

"I can feel the expectation contained in the name Mingliu." Osamu Dazai covered his mouth and nose, squinted his eyes and waved away the dust, "Bright light, flowing wind, if I lived here, I would look forward to it very much." Two things. Never thought I'd want to see the nasty sun so much."

"It looks like no one has lived here for a long time." Oda Saku spontaneously walked in the front.

Dead places are always more prone to danger.His words, at least flawless, can predict danger. Although Fyodor and Dazai have top-notch observation skills, their bodies are not adaptable enough to keep up with an over-excellent brain.

"Odasaku Odasaku!" Dazai jumped up and down on the ruins, completely ignoring the buildings that might collapse at any time, "It seems that Meiru-kun's childhood was gray."

"grey?"

"Yeah, the level of abandonment here is far from being achieved in ten years. That is to say, when Mr. Mingliu lived here, it was already in a semi-abandoned state. Living in such a place, childhood is likely to be grey."

"Odasaku, do you expect any happiness from this gray place?"

Odasaku recalled Meiliu and the fragments he mentioned, and felt puzzled.He couldn't imagine what great changes had taken place. The past didn't matter, as long as the present is good, it's fine.

Fyodor: "On the pure black soil, white flowers will bloom. Dazai-kun, the judgment of happiness or not is the heart."

Osamu Dazai didn't answer Fyodor's words, jumped aside, and said unfriendly words in a cute and coquettish tone: "You see, Fyodor-kun is the complete opposite example. He is a person who is pure white. A black-hearted lotus blooming in hell."

white, grey, black.Osamu Dazai always liked to say some inexplicable words, but this time Oda Saku understood it vaguely.The three of them, no, the four of them, in the final analysis, all have a not-so-glorious past, deviated from a certain "normal" that is universally called correct, and each of them grew up in a different way.

If he had to choose a category, he himself was probably colorless in the past.

Because those years of being muddled can't be called alive, and there is nothing that can be said.

"Mr. Oda," Fyodor called out suddenly.

"Ah."

The three stopped at the same time.

The air froze for a moment.

The black shadow that was almost invisible to the eyes jumped out from the corner, and before that, Oda Sakunosuke's gun had already pulled the trigger.

boom--

The sound of gunfire echoed in the empty ruins, and both the enemy and us were stunned.

This gun seems to be a little too powerful... God knows why the small muzzle has such power, even if it is a black technology, it is too much.

The body of one of the attackers fell to the ground, and everything above the chest disappeared.

Oda Sakuyuki moved his shoulder to relieve the pain caused by the recoil.If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, maybe the one just now had caused a muscle strain.

"Odasaku, run!"

The moment he shouted out, Oda Saku had already turned around and adjusted his posture. His arms, wrists and shoulders formed a straight line, and he shot to the side and rear, destroying the crumbling wall.

A huge amount of smoke and dust escaped.

At this time, I can't help but thank Mingliu for urging them to run. The physical waste Fyodor and Dazai Osamu can run at least one kilometer.

"Phew... it's safe here for the time being." Although his physical strength is better than before, such a sudden sprint is still not good enough. Osamu Dazai stopped and took a breath, "It's really exciting."

"It seems that this place hasn't become a dead city yet." Fyodor gasped while clutching his chest, his slender eyes narrowed, half a smile, and the curved corners of his eyes made people feel a little...

Full of malice.

Odasaku glanced at him more.

It should not be his illusion.Fyodor seemed to have changed a little.If those things were buried in secret depths before, these buried, sharp things suddenly began to grow these days.

As for the direction of growth...

"Mr. Oda, I might trouble you next time." He almost caught his breath and restored his gentle appearance, "There is a plan to solve this matter, but Mr. Oda needs to distract them briefly."

He reached out his hand to wipe off the sweat, and accidentally drew a ridiculous mark on his face. There was too much dust here.Fyodor frowned slightly, with a slightly apologetic expression: "Don't worry, you will be fine."

"I believe in you." Odasaku rummaged through his pockets and handed over a clean handkerchief.

"Are you going to use your plan this time?" Dazai squinted, clearly disgusted, "I'm really upset."

He obviously didn't say a word, but he seemed to understand everything.

"I'm going with Odasaku."

"Leave the rest to me." Fyodor wiped his hands and put the handkerchief in his pocket. "After I'm done, I'll wash the handkerchief and return it to you."

"But..." Oda Sakunosuke wanted to say something, but Osamu Dazai pulled him away in another direction.

The distance between the two sides widened, and Odasaku could only vaguely see Fyodor still standing where he was, with his scattered black hair a little long, blown to pieces by the wind...

Like a black-hearted lotus blooming from the ruins.

He glanced at Osamu Dazai, and found that he was laughing, obviously without sound, but it seemed that he was laughing too much, even more than a successful prank.

——The pupils of iris dilated.

Dazai Osamu smiled bitterly all the way, probably in some pain, and finally stopped by the hem of Odasaku's clothes, bent down deeply, and covered his stomach.

"It's the happiest thing that's happened to me this year," he said. "What's better than seeing someone you hate get into trouble?"

"Wait, Odasaku, don't rush back. The predicament I'm talking about is not this. It's okay for Fyodor-kun to solve a few miscellaneous soldiers. Ah, I'm talking about the future, and he can almost see his failure I'm really looking forward to it...but I think this failure might not be a bad thing for him?" Dazai suddenly came to his senses, "I care what he is doing! Odasaku, let's sneak away!"

Oda Sakunosuke: "No, the promise must be fulfilled."

......

I don't know how long it will take to wash a white handkerchief, and whether it can be washed thoroughly is also a problem, but it only takes a moment to dye it black.

Fyodor only had a clean handkerchief that Odasaku had just given him.

Now the pure white cloth is not only stained with dust, but also with fresh blood.He squeezed the handkerchief and slowly wiped off the blood between his fingers—he had always had many small cuts on his fingers, and it would be terrible if he contracted some alien disease because of the blood.

After carefully wiping it clean, he took a step forward and stepped on the pool of blood.

Rarely can there be such a crazy time.

In a place where no one is watching, indulge the evil part of your nature to your heart's content, even if you do unacceptable behavior, no one will object.

"Even I, I never thought that one day I could spread the love from God to the universe." He stretched out his hands forward, "So, does anyone still want to know the weight of their sins?"

Crime and punishment grow in blood.

The blood fell on his face again, adding a gorgeous touch to the pale canvas.

He talked to himself in this strange world.

"How cunning, Mr. Mingliu is obviously only one person, but he nailed the three of us together, and even ran to such a place. Thinking about it now, I am a little impulsive."

"However, to be able to see gratifying things is worth the effort."

His voice was very soft, softer than the sound of the wind, and none of the surrounding monsters paid any attention to him, they just stared at Fyodor silently, eager to attack but afraid of that weird instant-death ability.

It just so happens that they don't understand anything and are the best listeners.

"Mr. Oda was attracted to Mingliu-kun probably because he wanted to use Mingliu-kun as a role model. How people who come out of the darkness can step into the light is something that bothers him. Mingliu-kun has just figured out He has found his way, and it can even be said that he has succeeded."

"As for Dazai-kun, although you can't see it clearly, he is actually the same person as Oda-san." Fyodor smiled, lowered his eyes, and the color of his pupils turned more red, "Caught in pure blackness, It's normal to be attracted to pure white, even me."

The possibility of Mingliu is really interesting.

For them, this is a possibility that can be equated with miracles.

so......

"I really want to destroy him again."

Let white be dyed black again.

The author has something to say: Who is it - said to add a little more medicine -

If this continues, we will usher in a real chasing wife crematorium——

Zai from the perspective of a passerby: Fei Jia is crazy, I am very happy.