Red dust kills beauty

Chapter Devil VI

Before meeting Wu Shen, Wu Shang wondered why he was alive for a long time.

His biological mother was a shady mistress who was eaten alive by his biological father after the affair was exposed.His biological father seems to have been addicted to human flesh since then, and sometimes he would see the other person's eyes lingering on other people's bodies—it was a kind of gaze that looked at the ingredients.

When looking at him, his gaze no longer looks like he is looking at his own child, but a piece of meat.

The "home" is bigger than the mansion. There are many corners and corners that are easily overlooked in this elegantly decorated house. The young witch merchants always like to hide inside and spy on the people in the whole house.

His father is gentle and handsome, with a strong body and a textbook Alpha.

His father's wife—his new mother, was a considerate Omega, she acted appropriately, even when her husband brought back his mistress' child, she didn't show any dissatisfaction.

He also has an elder brother, who is a legitimate son, intelligent and outstanding, with a bright future.

What a bright and colorful family.

The witch merchant huddled in the closet of the guest room, through a wall, he heard the movement of the next room.

The new mother was hysterically scolding her own son, calling him a pig-like piece of shit, which made her husband prefer to live out with his mistress all the time than go home.Now that he has managed to kill his enemy, he wants to take Xiao Yezhong home.

And his elder brother, who has always been eloquent outside, endured it in silence, except for occasionally giving a few dull "um", the rest of the time seemed to be dead.

——What a glamorous family.

The witch merchant covered his ears, his thoughts drifting away like clouds.

How long will he endure it?

Probably the gods who do not know whether they exist or not really heard his prayer. On the last day of the month, when the last touch of spring was still on the peach branches in the courtyard, he met his teacher.

"I heard that you have grown up so big that you haven't gone to school yet?"

The man bent down and looked him up and down, his eyes playful.Although there were interrogative sentences in his mouth, his expression was determined.

The witch merchant nodded silently.

"When I was a child, I was a boring gourd... Difficult to deal with..."

He heard some inexplicable words muttered in the other party's mouth, and for some reason, he had a feeling that the other party was coming for him.

"Forget it, these are not important." The man said to himself, took his hand, and then lowered his head and smiled at him, "From today on, I will be your teacher? —— Young Master."

The last three words were deliberately dragged light and long, with a sense of humor.However, witch merchants are not annoying.

He lowered his eyes and obediently let this strange tutor hold his hand.

"But I'm not very good at raising children... How old are you? Six? Seven? Eight? What do you like to play?"

"..."

"You should say something!"

"..."

"Forget it, let's play peek-a-boo. Ever played peek-a-boo?"

"..."

From the age of seven to 12, the other party has been with him, and they have played hide and seek countless times.

Just like when he was in the mansion back then, this fashionably immature witch merchant still thought that this kind of life would last forever.

But it is completely different from the suffocation and depression in the past. He feels that he is very happy now - the happiness mentioned in the book is this kind of feeling, right?

Although a servant always disappears in the house from time to time—I don’t know if he was eaten by his father, driven away by his mother, or killed to death by his brother; although this place is more gloomy and depressing than the mansion, but because the teacher is there, everything is safe. became bearable.

——Until one time when the teachers and students were playing hide-and-seek, the teacher found his father's "meat cellar".

"..." The man was stunned in disbelief, "Although I always knew he was not a good guy, this is too..."

He cast his eyes on the boy, and asked in a dazed but even more shocked way, "So what's the matter with the way he looks at you...? I thought he was just a pervert who simply loved your mother, so he only wanted you to eat meal replacements—" —So it’s appetite?”

The witch merchant avoided his sight, and he felt ashamed.

"...I finally know, why you..." The teacher hesitated to speak, and after a daze, he suddenly grabbed his shoulder, "What kind of disgusting garbage dump is this, hey, let's run away!"

The witch merchant finally raised his head and looked directly at the teacher's face.He had to squint his eyes because the sunlight was so bright.

I don't know if it's the beautification of memory, but in short, no matter how many times the witch merchant recalled this scene, he still felt that the other party was as brilliant as a god.

Perhaps the teacher is so wonderful—the kind that he is willing to pile up all the good rhetoric and add to himself—that’s why he, who has never felt the kindness in the world, has a little feeling for his future life. some expectations.

I remember that when he was eight or nine years old, when the other party gave him a literature class, he once read such a poem.

"—I could have endured the darkness forever if I had never seen the sun."

Daylight shines on the desk in the study through the exquisite carved glass windows.The houses of the Wu family are all old-fashioned houses with hundreds of years old, with elegant and old-fashioned painting styles, like afterimages of the old times.

The witch merchant sat on the sofa chair and listened to the man sitting on the opposite chair read the poem line by line.

Suddenly, the witch merchant felt his heart was touched.The child who never had much energy in literature class sat up straight and asked for the first time.

"Teacher, who wrote this?"

"An American poet, by Emily Dickinson. Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes—there should be more later, right?"

But the man just smiled and passed the topic lightly: "No more."

Until the end, he was adopted by a man who changed his name to Wu Can, became a close family, and was abandoned by the other party, he still didn't get the answer.

Originally, the witch merchant was about to forget about this matter—he thought he forgot.

Until one day, he and the Self-Defense Force once again ended their happy cooperation, and when he went to find an old bastard to share the spoils, he saw a copy of "Anthology of Foreign Poems" from the other's desk.Then, just flipping through it casually, I saw that familiar poem.

"I could have endured the darkness if I hadn't seen the sun."

"Yet the sun has made my desolation a new desolation."

At that moment, the witch merchant was struck by a huge sense of absurdity.What made him feel dazed and shocked was not the song itself, but the fact that he couldn't figure out why the man kept the second half of it from him—such an ordinary text, what is there to hide?Does it have any moral?

Because he paid too much attention to that person, he always used to chew every sentence of the other party over and over again. The witch merchant also knew that his over-interpretation was a bit abnormal, but he couldn't control it—even though the other party had abandoned him for a long time, the witch merchant still did not change. Lose.

The fancy-dressed man walked into his office, raised his eyebrows when he saw him, and his voice was drawn out, artificial and exaggerated: "Who——made you mess with my things?"

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, the other party is damn similar to the person he cares about the most in many small movements and micro expressions... Of course, this person is [-] times more annoying than the teacher.

The witch merchant's expression collapsed, and he threw the book in his hand to its owner.Originally, he had something serious to say, but when he saw this person, he became furious, so he turned around without hesitation, out of sight and out of mind.

"I'll go find Mr. Fu." Just in exchange for the reward Fu Baixue promised last time.

He was abandoned by a teacher he admired at the age of 12, and came to Yanbei, where he has been until now.For three full years, the Self-Defense Forces have never restricted his freedom, nor embezzled his salary. If he is really unhappy, he can just leave.With his brain, even if he becomes a Beta in the future, he can still live a good life in this troubled world.

The reason why he has been staying in the self-defense force is just to find clues about the teacher.

He had an incredible idea recently, he thought he was crazy - he thought that Zero, who had lost his memory and had no name, was the most important person to him.

They are two people who are not alike in any way, but they always make Wu Shang feel that they are too much alike.

For a long time, he even always felt that they were the same person, or that he was just dreaming, and after waking up, he could bury himself in the other's arms and complain coquettishly, saying that he had a nightmare, dreaming that you played with me I played hide and seek for a long time, and pretended to be another person to deliberately annoy me. I have suffered a lot, but I have been looking for you...

So he asked Fu Baixue for the mission file of zero.He wants to be sure of one thing.

Fu Baixue was a person who kept his promise. After he promised that he would never do anything unfavorable and never leak the content, he gave him a copy of the mission execution record.

Holding those pieces of paper, he felt that his steps back to the courtyard were floating.

As soon as he entered the door, after making sure that no one was watching, he looked through it carefully with unspeakable fear and excitement.

Then, his fantasy was smashed into pieces by reality.

In the same time and space, a person cannot appear in two different places.The paper in his hand completely recorded Zero's trajectory, and at that time, his teacher was still moldy in that house with him.

That day, the wizard stared at the paper for a long time, then silently lit the lighter, watching the flames curling up and burning it to ashes.

He sat on the ground in a daze, leaning against the door panel, watching the flames devouring the paper, You was not satisfied, and began to climb further, trying to devour his body.

At that moment, the witch merchant didn't want to hide at all, he was tired.

Do as you like, he thought wearily.The whispers from the unknown land became more and more clear, as if to lure him to take off this heavy skin, merge with it, and embrace eternal life.

His biological mother had this problem, when he was still living in the mansion, everyone called them lunatics behind their backs.He also thought it was a kind of hereditary mental illness, until he learned that the teacher also had this problem.The teacher told him that this is the "sympathetic feeling" that occurs only for people with strong mental power. It is not a big problem, but we must pay attention to stabilizing our mind at all times.

When he was young, he could hear it all the time. First, he couldn’t control it, and second, the environment was too depressing, which made him mentally unstable.

"That thing is like a blood-sucking bug," the teacher said with disgust on his face. "Usually it doesn't dare to provoke you, but as long as you are in a bad state, it will rush up and keep chanting scriptures in your mind, making you faster." Hurry up and kill yourself..."

"So those words meant to tempt me to commit suicide?"

The boy murmured, and it was true when he thought about it carefully. Every time he heard these voices, he felt that life was meaningless.

"So Xiaoshang, please don't fall for it."

The teacher held his shoulder, with a playful smile on his face, but looked at him seriously.

"No matter what happens in the future, just tell yourself, stick to it, maybe there will be a turning point tomorrow—that's it. Don't give up casually, you understand?"

At that time, the witch merchant who finally had some brilliance in his eyes nodded and showed a very cute smile.

"As long as there is a teacher around, I will definitely not give up casually."

——So, I'm not breaking the agreement.

The witch merchant hugged his knee with one hand, letting the flames lick the clothes of his other hand.At that time, his premise was that the teacher was there, but now, since the other party is gone, he doesn't want to stick to it anymore.

He still remembered that in the past, in order to intimidate him, the teacher vividly described to him how terrifying "that thing" was.

"Spiritual sea—cough, I mean, that indescribable thing like Cthulhu is really, really disgusting. Not only is it highly corrosive, but it's also sticky and fishy. Once a person falls into it, everything will disappear in a blink of an eye. Gone—do you think this is the most disgusting thing? No! The most disgusting thing is that even if you are gone, your consciousness is still there! Then you will be forced to fuse with that thing... Do you know what rape is? It's the naked strong █!"

At that time, the witch merchants only thought he was telling a story, and teased: "The description is so vivid, could it be that you have been █ before?"

The other party slapped his head away, his expression worried.

"This joke is not funny at all!"

The witch merchant is not a masochist, and the teacher has given him such serious instructions, so naturally he has no intention of trying.But thinking of this now, he couldn't help but chuckled.

I don't know if I really went to that unknown place after my death, would I be able to meet my teacher there?

In fact, he has always known it, but he has never been willing to admit it in his heart: the teacher did not suddenly abandon him and run away, but——

"boom!"

His door was violently broken open, and a gaudy figure against the light, like a god, blasted open his tightly closed room.

Since the teacher disappeared, the sun seemed to have never been so clamorous, and it shone on him so ostentatiously.

"Hey, brat, what are you thinking!?"

The man seemed to be incomprehensible, and he tore off his burning clothes neatly, extinguished the flames, and dragged him out of the dark room where the lights were not turned on.

The other party's colorful wide sleeves embroidered with birds resembled the spring scenery that lingered on the peach branches in the courtyard on the day he met the teacher.

The witch merchant was startled, and suddenly asked: "Why did you omit the second half of the sentence?"

"Why did you omit the second half of the sentence?" The other party was completely confused by his nonsensical question.

"That's right..." The witch merchant recited the poem again, and then asked stubbornly, "If you were reading it to children, when would you omit the second half of the sentence?"

The man was completely dumbfounded, thinking that this brat was really getting more and more inexplicable, but seeing the other party's obvious mental instability, he thought about it for a while, and said rigorously: "I probably don't know how to read poems to children... "

"What if?"

"In case...then I should be very...how should I say, love and cherish that child?"

"..." This time it was the witch merchant who was stunned.

The man sat directly on the threshold of the old courtyard, regardless of whether his outfit would become dusty or not.

"Because the world is impermanent." He crossed his legs and said casually, "This world is so fucked up, no one knows what will happen the next moment, so if there is really a child who I am willing to be patient and read poems to him, I will I must wish to give him all the good things, and not let him see any bad things-but it's impossible, I don't have that much ability."

"..."

"However, things like omitting a line or two of poems can still be done. I don't have any other ideas. I just think it's too melancholy and not suitable for children—especially a little devil like you who thinks a lot at the first glance. That's all. Everyday How nice to play hide and seek happily."

The witch merchant's heart trembled.

"I'm an adult, you are a child. Leave the business to the adults, children, as long as you have fun every day and play hide-and-seek every day."

He lowered his head slowly, and out of the corner of his eye, he could still see the glowing peach blossoms on the hem of the man's clothes.

"Is it……"

Even with the overwhelming evidence in front of him, the witch merchant is a little uncertain.He didn't even know whether the rekindled meager hope in his heart was a fluke or a real intuition.

If you indulge in the phantoms of the past, you will miss the flowering period in front of you; if you catch the blooming flowers, you will throw away the old things you miss.

But what if the two are basically the same?

Back in time, the witch merchant stood in front of Fu Baixue. He wanted to ask for an explanation, but he was speechless under the other party's gaze.

The witch merchant is conceited and smart, but even he can't figure out what Fu Bai is like.