A scumbag is not a scumbag

Victor's figure disappeared into the colorful lights, and Dracus felt a little melancholy. He turned his head and smiled gently at the black suit: "I'm sorry, dear sir. I'm afraid your idea can't be realized. Victor is gone, so The combination of the two also fell apart like a child's building blocks, so I have to tell you to make a trip for nothing."

The black suit did not show disappointment as Dracus imagined, he was still confident, and there was no sense of loss or astonishment on his round smiling face.He roughly stuffed the contract he had just handed to Victor back into the small, shiny box he carried around, as if it were a few hideous and ugly graffiti; He took another stack of papers, pulled them out from the box, placed them neatly on the table, and pushed them to Dracus.

"Look at this, Mr. Delacus," he said with a smile.

Dracus' eyes widened slightly in astonishment, and he sat back in his seat, leaning over to reach for the new paper.After flipping it open and taking a few general glances, Dracus realized that this was another contract—and he was the only signatory mentioned in it.

"It seems that you are very well prepared for our situation." Dracus let out a long breath, raised his eyes, crossed his fingers, and said softly with a thoughtful expression.

The black suit laughed "hoho", his laughter was the clown in the cargo box farce, but his wise eyes revealed what kind of soul was hidden under this chubby appearance: "Of course, of course, I Made three contracts, dear Mr. Dracus. So, now I am honored to be your manager, to make progress with you, let everyone in this world hear your singing? Oh! I can't wait It's like there are nails on the chair urging to pierce my ass."

He joked humorously, and Dracus also showed a charming smile. He picked up the pen and signed his name on the contract smoothly and quickly.

"Aha! Great, today is a memorable day! Wait five years, ten years later, people will applaud my wit - because I finally have a world-class musician!"

The black suit jumped up, and he happily walked around twice, grabbing his shoulder with one hand and his suitcase with the other.Because of the height gap, he had to tiptoe.But the face of the black suit was beaming, without the slightest emotion other than happiness: "Let's go, we should take a good shower now, change into beautiful clothes, and then stand under the spotlight and reach out to the audience! Those of you Luggage? No, not at all. There will be better ones with me. Time is running out, and every second of delay is a huge loss, let's go!"

Dracus quickly said "Okay!" and started walking.When he left, he was still tightly holding the guitar that still had the warmth of Victor's palm.

Victor got on the train to his hometown - where there is a home, it is his hometown.

The rumbling train drove into the distance with white smoke. Looking out from the narrow window, the steam looked like a long white and long oriental silk, and it was like a pure white boa constrictor twisting its footless body.Victor lay prone on his seat, sweat dripping down his cheeks and back like rain, but his heart was hotter than the stuffy air.Victor stared out the window tightly, and the silhouette of Anu passed before his eyes, like a beautiful girl showing a graceful body curve, maybe one day, Dracus will become a light that illuminates the darkness of the city at night.

The train traveled for three days and stopped at the edge of a quiet city one night with a long scream.

Victor's footsteps sounded clear and lonely in the night.

The wind whistled in my ears, and when it passed through the treetops and tree holes, it sounded like the roar of hell devils.In the evening, the cheerful lights dimmed one by one, and the old lampshade hanging crookedly on the wall cast a warm dim yellow light, illuminating the dark road under his feet.

At first, Victor's footsteps were fast and hurried, like chasing a hungry beast behind him.Gradually, his pace slowed down.Hesitating more timidly than nostalgia, unable to figure out what kind of attitude his wife who wants to be stronger will face him, these cumbersome and complicated feelings stick to his heels, dragging the hem of his clothes, making Victor's movements slower and slower, but he Never stopped, but kept going.

His heart beat fiercely against his ribs, Victor's chest hurt, he was short of breath, his pale cheeks were slightly flushed, his brows became more and more wrinkled, he frequently licked his cracked upper lip with the tip of his dry tongue, his slightly curved back suddenly moved quite.He finally stopped - standing at the door of an ordinary house with nothing special about it.

His melancholy eyes stared at the window of the house. The edge of the window was made of wood, and the outside was covered with a thin cover to block the sun. Victor's wife lived inside. At this time, she would always sing nursery rhymes softly with her daughter Coco in her arms, bringing the soft His kiss was printed on his daughter's white and tender forehead.Now, if he pushes open the familiar wooden door, raises his feet and steps on the familiar floor, and sees Victor who has returned, will his wife show a face of astonishment and surprise?

—Obviously, that is impossible.

Victor didn't say a word to his wife, and left the house directly. In his wife's opinion, isn't he a despicable and shameless scum who abandoned her and the child?Meeting in this situation... Victor's consciousness uncontrollably recalled a past event: his wife picked up a high-heeled shoe under her feet, and mercilessly continued to shoot at someone who was trying to make some physical contact with her. Victor deeply remembered the vicious expression on the young man's face and the nosebleeds gushing from the other side.

He swallowed the cold dry air nervously, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes kept blinking.The door was made of wood, with some light scratches on the surface, and the brass doorknob was slightly whitish due to frequent touch.Victor took a deep breath, and he continued to cheer himself up. He slid his toes on the ground for a moment, and resolutely stretched out his pale and slender hand to the doorknob.

But the next moment, the door opened by itself.

"How dare you come here to steal, I'm not easy to bully!"

A sonorous and powerful roar tore through the silent night.The door was pulled open from the inside, revealing the tall and slender woman hiding in the darkness and waiting with her breath held.The opponent's broom raised high, accompanied by a sharp scream that pierced through the air, drew a graceful arc in the air, and slapped Viktor's head hard.

Victor seemed to hear a "click", and he didn't know if it was the sound of the broom breaking due to excessive force, or the crisp sound of his own spine breaking.He was dizzy from the sudden attack, and sat down on his own box. The next moment, he was hit mercilessly on the face again, and the dusty broom knocked him down on the ground.

"Imelda! It's me, Victor!"

Unable to remain silent any longer, Victor yelled out at the risk of being beaten again.This sentence seemed to be a curse, the body of the woman holding the broom suddenly became very stiff, the silence spread again, and the stagnant air made people feel suffocated.Victor swallowed, his lips were dry, and his voice was tight: "Honey...it's me, Victor...I'm back."

Imelda silently threw away the broom, lifted the hem of her skirt, stepped on her sharp high-heeled shoes and strode over, standing in front of Victor.Her expression is cold, beautiful red and purple meander in the corners of her eyes, embellishing a pair of beautiful furry eyes with bright and powerful emotions.Imelda's shadow shrouded Victor who was sitting on the ground in a mess. She stretched out her slender white arm, grabbed his collar severely, and lifted him violently, forcing Victor to stand up.The two were almost face to face, and Imelda's gaze made Victor's stomach twitch.

Pop, pop, pop!

Imelda slapped Victor three times without mercy.

——then raised her beautiful face, and blocked Victor's lips with her lips...they hugged tightly.

['The Mercy of the Wicked', degree of completion: three stars. 】