[Acupoint Wine Opening Scoop] The Seven Deadly Sins of Inmates

The walls are plastered with specimens of dead life, and someone mourns day and night over them.

On countless nights when he couldn't sleep because of hunger, Fukuta Yasatsu lay on his bed and observed his inmates. There was a silent corridor between the two sides of glass, and only one emergency light was left when no one passed by. Light the room diagonally opposite.

The pink-haired man is always lying on his bed with his back to the corridor, with one arm under his head, letting the strange eyes wander behind him, motionless like a plaster statue.Like this every night, Fukuta once imagined that he was provocatively punching that dull face, [What expression will that guy face?Maybe it will be disgusting and disgusting, showing eyes like looking at garbage, and facial nerves will spasm, right?I can’t wait to tear up this pervert who regards himself as a self-blasphemy...]

As long as the thought of making that face show a little 'human' impulse, Fukuta Hotsu is extremely excited. It is not enough to bury all the breaths and screams in the pillow, it is better to blow them all into someone's ears .

But after a few days, Fukuta realized that his imagination was all in vain. Ming Piaoqiuren lay on the bed without turning over at all, and when he was not taken away during the day and had nothing to do, he still had his face covered with photos. the walls.He couldn't see the expression on the other person's face, but sometimes he could capture the trembling shoulders and the secretly raised arms. The sound insulation effect of the glass is very good, and all the sighs and tears can only flood the small cell. Never reached the ears of the second person.

Fukuta Hotsu thinks his eyesight is pretty good. From his room, he can take a rough look at the photos on the wall. Although the faces of the people on it are blurred, it can be roughly seen that they are Naruto Akito and a dark blue long man in his youth. A woman with long hair, a little girl with the same hair color.The precious things lost by the man are clear at a glance, without any reasoning, all the evidence is in front of him, Fukuta laughed, stared at the man's decadent back, and smacked his lips.

[If there is no happiness of possession, there will be no pain of loss. ]

Lying on his own bed with his legs crossed, Fukuta Yasatsu couldn't help but imitate another person and put his arms under his neck, staring at the empty wall in front of him.He imagined what it would be like if he had to post pictures—parents he didn’t remember, graduation pictures that didn’t look like much, stupid girls he’d dated when he was empty?These are too boring, too boring, and they are not qualified to be footnotes in his life.

After thinking about it, Fukuta Hotsu couldn't find anything that could be printed as a photo and pasted on the wall, and he never got tired of looking at it day and night.

Maybe those prey that he has opened holes in can be turned into photos for him to appreciate forever while the anger and pain in their eyes have not cooled down. This is his work, and each piece is unique.

But what does this have to do with him?

Fukuta Hotsu sighed and admitted that he didn't have anything worthy of being printed and hung on the wall; unlike Naruto Akito who got it and then lost it, he didn't have it from the beginning, he was just alone.Both a glass that has been filled and emptied and a glass that has never been filled with water can both be called "nothing", but there is an essential difference between them.

Once you have something important, you will worry about whether it will be lost one day, and it will be smashed to pieces by others on the ground, and the fragments will be stuck in the deadly heel;

[Insanely stupid. ]

Closing his eyes, Fukuta Yasatsu decided not to think about this fruitless question.He hates riddles that have no answers. From a hidden place in his heart, he is physically uncomfortable with these so-called attachments and concerns, and subconsciously classifies them as waste that is not worth thinking about, non-recyclable garbage, and uses them to cover up deeper yearning and escape, like An ostrich with its head buried in the sand.

He was just very interested in the empty glass with water droplets hanging in front of him, even if it was torn apart, even if it was crushed to pieces by pain, he wanted it all.

No matter whether he admits it in his heart or not, Fukuta Hotsu can always dream of that wall, with the specimens of the dead time pasted, full of smiles and oaths.He observed from a very close distance, and the eyebrows and eyes of the three people fell in his mind.He stumbled back, almost burned by the happiness of ordinary life in it.It wasn't as bright and dazzling as the flames of pain he had seen, but there was something hidden in it that he couldn't read or get.Fukuta almost wanted to sew his eyes shut with a needle and thread, so that he could not see the flame, burning blazingly in his dream.

Photos burned one by one, dancing in the flames, turning into charred butterflies.

He fell into the storm with his prey, tossed among countless shards of glass, trying to change the established reality, even though he was killed thousands of times.

In more fantasy dreams, he has no intersection with Ming Piaoqiu, at best he just passed each other on a certain street corner. In such a world, it is almost impossible for him to influence Ming Piaoqiu's life trajectory, he can only be a bystander Those who watched the curtain of a series of stories kicked off, and everything was staged according to the agreed script.

In Dogma, even the definition of time is deprived, and Fukuta Yasuzu stands in the torrent, allowing himself to be dragged through another person's entire life;

When Ming Piaoqiuren accepted the internship in the Investigation Section, he was a postman delivering letters;

When Ming Piao Qiuren met Ayako in the flower shop when he came home from get off work, he bought a takoyaki in the small shop next to him;

He stood on a wooden bridge by a lake while they dated on a park bench;

When the wedding song sounded on the lawn, he stood far behind the blessing crowd and stared;

When spring came, they took Muku to enjoy the cherry blossoms. He also sat under the cherry tree not far away, watching Ming Piaoqiuren set up the camera, and immediately ran back to embrace his wife and daughter who were waiting for him.

Fukuta Hotsu saw a flash in Naruto Akito's eyes.He had seen it in the eyes of the little detective Sakaido, and it turned out that there was such a light in the eyes of Ming Piaoqiuren.

Unwilling to admit, not daring to face the emotions grow wildly in his heart like weeds, Fukuta Hotsu realized that this emotion is jealousy, he is jealous of Naruto who has such bright eyes, and also jealous of Naruto who can exist in the photo Piao Lingzi and Ming Piao Mu were stared at by those eyes for a long time.

For Fukuta Hotsu, the greatest pain is to be forgotten;

Whether it is hated, hated, or cursed hoarsely, there is always another life that remembers his existence, and he can survive for a second in the other life.All the madness and all the experiments are just trying to attract the attention of others, whether it is the victim or the police detective, Fukuta Yasuzu is eager to be watched, and the extremely boring life has a little bit of fun under everyone's surprised eyes .

No picture can be posted on his wall, nor will he be in anyone's picture.

Once he admits this Fukuta Hotsu, he will go crazy in pain. He can't tell whether he is jealous of the once complete Naruto Akito, or the complete and incomplete Naruto Akito. He is jealous and jealous, and finds that he is jealous of fate itself.

He observes in every fantasy dream, watching the scenes of the story come to the climax;

He saw the girl's unrecognizable body and heard the angry and unwilling gunshots. He handed the packaged cake to Naruto Akito who just got off work. He stood in the bathroom and watched Ayako cut his wrist, and the crimson blood was covered with water. Diluting to a bright orange-red, the woman said sorry softly and closed her eyes.

At the end of the story, the storm will also stop.

Fukuta Hotsu looked indifferently at the man returning home kneeling on the ground, collapsing and yelling, the cake that fell on the ground fell into a mess, the world trembled and screamed as if inspired, all the walls, all the buildings, all the streets shook and cracked , screaming Honkai, the last piece of the puzzle returned to its place, forming a tragic oil painting.

When it got dark, countless dark clouds gathered here, forming a dark and unclear human face.The bustling city was turned into ruins, and someone walked through the dilapidated streets, knocking on the lamppost with a cane.

At the end of the dream, Fukuta Hotsu moved the man immersed in great grief to the ruins. He stepped on countless skeletons and walked through the broken rubble. This is their Golgotha, and what he can get will never Only thirty silver coins.The cup in his arms just cracked, and he had to hurry, before it turned into pieces.

Steel bars and concrete form the cross on the ruins, and Fukuta Yasatsu offered the sacrificial lamb, which is also a god, to fate.

He picked up the rusty spikes from the ground, the first one pierced into the right hand, the second into the left hand, the third and the fourth pierced the soles of the prey's feet; warm blood soaked the fingers, Fukuta Yasuzu The blood of innocent people painted a bright red hole on his forehead.

"Are you going to atone for everyone?" He leaned closer to the bowed head on the cross and whispered softly.

Ming Piaoqiuren didn't answer, the huge pain blocked his senses, he couldn't feel the pain from the limbs, nothing was more painful than the organs in the left chest cavity.He closed his eyes and spit out vague names. The more he suffered, the clearer the figure in the dark clouds became.

"I'm jealous of you, I'm jealous of your innocent and pure white body." Fukuta Hotsu held Naruto Akito's face, and imprinted a pious kiss on his blood-stained lips;

"But I also long for your sinful and filthy soul."

The last long nail pierced the forehead of the person in front of him. Fukuta Hotsu leaned over and kissed the top of the metal, and slowly moved down along the flowing blood. The lamb in front of him was white and flawless, the more painful it was, the more holy it was. Not the quagmire, he had to smear it all over with foul liquid, the road to the abyss was long and lonely, and he had to find someone for company.

He played with the numb sacrifice wantonly, covered his whole body with his own scent from the inside out, and stared defiantly at the figure in the sky, he knew who it was, it was the water poured out of the cup, it was the man named Piaoqiu The broken other half is his viscous pain and hatred.

"I have seen all of you, and I have all of you."

He bumped up one last time, hearing another man's broken breath, Fukuta Yassu let out a contented sigh, and withdrew from his warm body.

There is no dead tree in the ruins of the city for him to hang, and he has no self-consciousness or shame in betraying his soul to fate.

In the distance, he heard thunder, and dark clouds and storms surrounded the ruined holy city in an instant, blowing down all the soldiers and walls, and illuminating the faces of the blasphemers.Fukuta Hotsu raised his head and stared at his most satisfying work, the lifeless corpse;

He didn't feel sorry for Ming Piaoqiu's death, just because he knew that three days later, there would be light resurrected from the dead.

TBC

This article pinches a lot of other Bibles, I really love religious stalks.