[Net King] Take away my heart

Whoever sheds human blood, his blood will be shed. ——"Old Testament Genesis|Century 9:6"

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When I entered the student union, the vice president was a third-year senior named Mochizuki.

Mochizuki-senpai and Yukimura have a very good relationship. The two have common interests in art, and they often meet in the student union, so rumors have been circulating in the school that the two are secretly dating.

But rumors are just rumors, I don't think Yukimura has much time to spend with girls.Yukimura has excellent abilities in all aspects, so he can insist on not leaving behind his studies and club activities even after being admitted to the hospital for a long time.I often think that if Yukimura hadn't been sick, if his body had been as healthy as ours since he was a child, maybe he would have left here long ago and would not have chosen to stay in Lihai University.

I think in terms of Yukimura's extraordinary talent, as long as there is no stumbling block of illness, he should have already stood farther and higher from us, no matter what we can't reach the top.

But the reality is sometimes unsatisfactory.

I found out that book of poems was when I went back to the locker room to change clothes after the department work.I always go to the locker room one step ahead of everyone else, because Erina is waiting for me, so I have to squeeze every second very tightly.

The collection of Verlaine's poems was left alone on the bench in the dressing room, probably because Yukimura forgot to put it back in the cabinet before leaving.I don't know when Akiyama gave this collection of poems to Yukimura, but it's good that it can be delivered smoothly, so it's all over Akiyama's concern.

No...it seems a bit different.After changing clothes, I suddenly noticed the subtle difference between the poetry collection in front of me and Akiyama's.

Akiyama's book was bought at a second-hand store. The book is in a very old condition and has not been well maintained, so the cover has turned yellow and curled.But the one on the bench looked much newer, with no signs of yellowing or curling.

... Isn't this the one that Akiyama sent?

Because I was in a hurry, I didn't continue to study the collection of poems carefully.After finishing my schoolbag and locking the cabinet, I left the dressing room in a hurry.

It was a few days later that I learned that Akiyama had not given the book of poems to Yukimura.

Because of some related affairs of the student union, I came to the office of the news department to find someone to discuss things.It was there that I discovered a corner of the News Department dedicated to the Dead Poets Society.

A table, a chair, and a rusty filing cabinet, that's probably all Dead Poets Society's possessions.In that unnoticed lonely corner, Verlaine's collection of poems is placed on the desk.

The tattered cover, the curled pages, and yet there was something like a bookmark in the book, proving that someone had looked at it.

I couldn't help but move a little closer.

Almost as soon as I saw this book, I was sure it was the one Akiyama bought.But what caught my attention even more was that what was made into a bookmark shape and clipped inside was a very familiar thing to me——Akiyama's mobile phone chain.

"He gave me this for my birthday."

The thin pink chain, with some small bells that make noise, is a mobile phone chain that impresses me very much.However, the mobile phone chain at this moment has been used as a bookmark, buried between the thick pages of the book, quietly, without any vitality.

It is as forgotten in this corner as this book of poetry.

Since then, Akiyama's mobile phone has lost an object that makes a "ringing" sound.The two collections of poetry, one new and the other old, went to different places, and no one mentioned them again.

When I saw Akiyama remove the mobile phone chain, I was relieved for some reason.However, for that kind of self, I was confused.

Is something changing?Or has it changed and I still haven't noticed?

While worrying about this change, I felt a sense of inexplicable relief in my heart because of the poetry book lying in the corner and the mobile phone chain that had been removed.

The plan to collect evidence of his father's affair has been proceeding in an orderly manner, until one day he met the difficult female publicist.

"Hey... Bilushi, where is your father? Have you gone out to play again? He's with those bad women again..."

"No, he's working. Those bad guys will all go away, I'll take care of everything, don't worry."

Whenever my mother asked about my father's whereabouts, I would take it as if I was answering a question from someone who had nothing to do with me.

There is no cure for a scum like my father. Even if I follow him one by one to wipe out the scourges, I won't wait for the day when he wakes up.But I just want to exchange this for a little comfort from my mother, even if it's just a little bit, as long as my mother doesn't vent her anger on Hui Rina, as long as my mother can maintain a normal and clear mind, then what I do is meaningful.

The appearance of the female publicist disrupted my pace.

Just seeing her face, or remembering her name makes me sick.I used to firmly believe that I was different from my father. I protected my mother, Erina, and everything that hadn't been defiled. I would never do something as dirty as my father. Therefore... I am different.

But I was wrong.The moment the female publicist stretched out her hand to me, the obscene words from her mouth suddenly invaded every nerve of mine, and I suddenly realized that my heartbeat, my breathing, and the blood flowing in my body were all affected. Everything in front of you is polluted.

The more he tracked down his father, the dirtier he became.Looking at shameless women one after another, imagining their ups and downs in bed with their father, erosion, stench, decay... This disgusting world is swallowing me and assimilating me, but I can no longer turn back.

I really wanted to kill my father, I wanted to kill him countless times.Maybe that's what my mother always wanted me to do.

But I can't do it, I can't kill my father, no matter how dirty and filthy he is, he is still my father after all.

I want to kill him, I want to completely erase his existence, because I can't agree that I have the same blood as my father, and I can't bear to say "you are very similar to Takasuke" from the mouth of the female publicist.

I'm not my father, I'm not like my father, I can't be that dirty at all... Dazed, lost, stunned, followed by overwhelming vomiting.

Nothing makes sense—that's the message that Nioh always had in his eyes.

Whether you help me or hide it for me, Nioh did not do it out of justice.There is nothing really meaningful to him, out of a whim, out of curiosity, Nioh is just capturing the depths of darkness with dangerous and curious eyes.

"Yagyu, stop having any illusions."

Cheating on a wife does not constitute a legal crime, and no matter how many lovers a father has, the law will not sanction him for us.

I don't expect my father to look back, and I have no illusions about the fairness and progress of this society, but I have to.

I blindly believe that one day I will be able to rely on these evidences to punish my father for his crimes. As long as I am still trying to track down, as long as I can try my best to drive away those lovers, as long as I continue to protect my mother and sister... I will not Become like your father.

Only in this way can I find the meaning of living.

The author has something to say: *Recently blocked vocabulary makes me more and more confused~

Why do you have to block even common words like inside | story and creation | world~ Khan~

I have to add some bars and pinyin instead of river crabs~It may hinder reading~Sorry~>