The Retirement Life of a Runaway Desperado

In the evening, Arthur changed to drive, and he turned the car off the road and drove into the wilderness.

Lynn didn't ask anything, Arthur knew what he was doing.In this world, he is an absolute expert.

Arthur drove for about an hour. From Lynn's point of view, he had no direction at all and just drove by instinct.Then he pulled over and said, "We've got to get ready. Get something to start a fire, Lynn."

Lynn picked up some dry grass branches nearby. Most of the plants here are withered and yellow, and they don't seem to like to grow, but it's great to make a fire.

Arthur turned on the headlights, and a small area of ​​the originally dark wilderness became brighter. He also turned up the car's speakers to the maximum, and with the sound of the engine, this small area almost immediately seemed to be holding a small party.

He dug out the spirits in the car, poured half a bottle on a grass branch, dropped a match, and it immediately caught fire.

He poured the rest of the wine all over the place, and then threw the bottle away. For a moment, the place looked like a carnival was going on.

The surrounding wilderness was dead silent, and the sky was silent, as if watching a group of naive young people shouting at the sky, appearing weak and useless.But this is not the case. Arthur's expression is calm and focused, and he clearly knows what he is doing. Lynn thought, it is as tough as a rock that will exist there for millions of years. Whether it is an earthquake or a flood, there is nothing to question his attributes.

He thought of Arthur in the kitchen, at school, or at the banquet at the mayor's house, elegant and charming, but this one here seemed to really touch the soul.

"What next?" Lynn said.

"We'll wait," Arthur said.

He sat cross-legged by the campfire and watched the flames.Lynn sat next to him, putting some grass sticks in from time to time.

He opened a bottle of wine and took two gulps, which Arthur dismissed.

"Really?" Lynn said. "You know, there's a reason why soldiers used to drink a couple of sips before the war."

"Alcohol doesn't do me any good," said Arthur.

"Is it because it's too tasteless, or does it kill the medicine," Lynn said.

"Both," said Arthur.

Lynn didn't continue talking, the music of a certain band was still playing loudly in the car. It was part of his hunting tools that Arthur bought from the city. stand up.

He knew what Arthur wanted to do, and he was making a bait, a bait made up of lights, engines, music and spirits.

"I think about the time we met at the fair," he said, "and I thought I'd have to stay in that buzzing town forever, but it wasn't long before we were under a bonfire in the western sky Drinking strong wine, waiting for a battle of life and death."

"The fair is boring," said Arthur.

"A little bit," Lynn said, "but it's okay, you're a pretty good ducker."

"Your skills aren't bad either," Arthur said.

Lynn laughed. "Hopefully I'll be as normal as I am today."

Arthur didn't speak, he stared blankly at the campfire for a while, and then said, "It's going to be very dangerous, but you know... we can't let this thing live there, I've dealt with several cases like this, they are extremely dangerous Steady, sometimes just because it's too hot, or because it's raining heavily, they'll go to nearby towns and kill half the population."

"I know," Lynn said.

They stared at the bonfire for a while, and Arthur looked very serious, like a dead relative.Lynn doesn't think hers are much better.

"Is it okay for us to sit around like this?" he said. "I think we're acting as bait when we look like we're mourning a loved one."

"You mean we're having a sex scene?" Arthur said, "on the trigger cap?"

"I didn't say that!" Lynn said.

"I don't do it on the ground anyway," said Arthur.

"I'm just saying that it's too obvious that we're being bait!" Lynn said.

"It's nothing to worry about," Arthur said, waving his hands nonchalantly. "I've done this so many times, and it's always the same—even if they know I'm a hunter, they'll always show up. Because they believe they can kill me. Crazy to a certain point, only greed is on their minds, and when they lose common sense, self-control and judgment, they always think they are invincible.”

"It's kind of like someone on drugs," Lynn said.

"Basically," Arthur said, "they're all in their own world, and they're all devoid of humanity."

He threw the whole bottle of wine into the fire, and the flames shot up into the sky.

He got up, went to the car to get some more wine, and didn't seem to want to talk about it.

Lynn followed to help, and Arthur lowered his head to get the bottle, the firelight on his face, his eyelashes casting heavy shadows.Sensing Lynn's gaze, he suddenly turned his head to look at him, those pupils seemed to be able to suck people in.

Lin En felt that he drank a little too much, otherwise he shouldn't have such a messy reaction. He has always cared about self-control.

But now, his palms were full of sweat, his heart was beating violently, and his head might be a little dizzy because of the fire.

He leaned over and kissed Arthur on the lips.

His lips were soft and better than anything he'd ever imagined, making his breath short, his fingers trembling, and he tasted alcohol and danger.

He separated a little distance, Arthur stared at him, the firelight made his face inexplicably strange, but his pupils were sunken in the darkness, and he couldn't see anything.

Then he said, "Here we come."

Lynn turned his head, and at some point there was a figure beside the fire.

He had imagined what a devil who killed countless people should look like, but it must be different from the current one.

It was a boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with light brown hair, green eyes, wearing a baseball jacket, and he could still see the school logo. It was the public school in Yutian Township. Lynn was not familiar with it, but once in When he was working there, he had seen a similar coat in the photos in the school's honor room, which was about five or six years ago.

At that time, the children had grown into adults, married and had children, but this one was still immature, and he spoke with a voice unique to children.

He said, "I'm sorry, sir, I've never been like this before. I haven't used a human skin in many years, and I haven't spoken to anyone. But this time I thought I had to come and say something to you."

Arthur stared at him coldly.

He continued, "I feel that you have immense power and yet you suppress it. You hide yourself under the skin of a human being. I don't know what you're thinking. It's unbelievable. Already!"

"How about you peel that skin off too?" Arthur said.

The boy opened his hands, a gesture of innocence.

"I just think it gives you some intimacy to put on the same skin," he said. "This is a prey I had a long time ago. I like him. Humans like this look. A child, pure and beautiful, represents An infinite future."

"I don't like such tricks," said Arthur.

"Seeing how hard you put yourself into a human skin, I thought you would be interested in this kind of thing." The other party said, looking at his shoes with a bored expression.

"Not at all," said Arthur, "I hate acting like that."

The other party laughed, and when it laughed, its mouth split towards both sides of the ear, like plasticine being pulled, and it couldn't control the direction of the split.

He stopped quickly and restored the split mouth to its original position. Lynn felt that his nose was fixed a little too high, and his originally upright appearance suddenly became very strange.

"But it's not easy for you to do this. What kind of suppression do you use? Drugs?" it said. So tiny."

"I have nothing else to do anyway," said Arthur.

"You have a great sense of humor."

"thanks."

The boy in the sports jacket stared at him. Lynn saw the "Panthers" logo on it. He was not familiar with the small town kids' sports, but he knew that the team played the Oak Town kids every year.

As he stepped forward, Lynn yelled, "Hey!" and pulled the trigger of the shotgun toward his head.

The gun could flatten half of the wall, but in front of the high school boy, it just made him pause.

He looked down, a hole had been blasted into his brightly colored sport coat, no blood seeped out, Lynn wasn't sure he could see what was inside, and he didn't want to.

The boy looked at Arthur and said, "Do you really think this thing will work?"

"Yes," said Arthur.

The boy grinned, and Lynn shot him in the head again.He tilted his head, and a corner of his head was missing. There was something white inside, but it didn't look like a brain.

"I don't think people who are as strong as you are so stupid. Of course, maybe the medicine you take affects intelligence..." He stopped, and the wound on his chest made a slight hissing sound, and you put That's the sound a bloody steak makes when it's put in a frying pan.

The black liquid boiled in the wound, like a thin black flame, burning the flesh.Lynn quickly unloaded the shell and loaded another.

Arthur said, "I put some fuel in the ammo."

Lynn fired another shot, this time missing the boy but the shadow looming behind him, and the sport coat jerked back, hissing like he was being put whole in a frying pan.

"Death Knights," it said, "you belong to the Knights! Only those guys will hunt and kill their own kind in this way, saying that it is to maintain order, but to satisfy their selfish desires!"

"We do," Arthur said.

"But you're not—you're holding back your power—" The thing raised its voice, and the athlete's body began to melt, and when it did, it was like a pile of mindless goo, but the voice was still there. "Hunting is of no use to you—"

"Who said no?" said Arthur.

The flesh melted, but Lynn could clearly see a darker shadow in the night, something he had never seen before.

Arthur rushed into the car, slammed the door, the shadow rushed over, Lynn fired a shot instinctively, the shadow flinched, the car was still knocked staggering, almost overturned, the door was dented a lot.

"Lynn!" Arthur yelled, and Lynn rushed into the passenger seat, emptying the shells and reloading them without stopping.

Arthur slammed on the accelerator, and the car rushed out like an arrow from the string. Lynn shot diagonally upwards. He couldn't see anything in the dark, but his deeper instinct knew that there was something that must be shot there.

He heard the angry roar of the night, the car jolted violently, almost turned over, Arthur swerved sharply, and it barely stabilized.Lynn guessed what he saw, although he could barely use power, he could see traces of dark power.

Lynn put on a new bullet. His hand was very steady. There was no situation in the movie where the bullet fell down because his hand was shaking too much. The situation was extremely dangerous, but he felt that he was 15 minutes short of going to work. Stay safe while the kitchen is busy frying toast and eggs.

He knew that he could give Arthur full control of the car, and that although he had been in a car accident, he was the best driver he could find.

The car turned sharply to the left, and the bullet in Lin En's hand almost fell out. This was not a random turn. He turned his head to look at the things outside the car, and half a curse condensed in his throat.

A cliff that Arthur avoids, no, a hell.

On one side of them, under the side of the wheel, a pit was so deep that it could not see the bottom, as if it was going to the center of the earth.He faintly saw the roofs of countless abandoned cars, and the putrid smell came up from the bottom of the pit, and human corpses were mixed with the steel waste.

The stench was not strong, perhaps because there was not much blood and flesh left, but the smell of death was overwhelming.

How many people in this world just disappear without causing any fluctuations?Lynn thought, how can we have so many people and cars disappearing in this wasteland?There must have been a case under review, there must have been people who were sad and looking, but that hardly caused a stir.It wasn't until the body was discovered that the law enforcement agencies panicked. As a result, it was also sealed in the file forever.

"Lynn!" said Arthur.

Lynn raised his head, and the thing had rushed to the back of the car, holding it tightly. At that moment, he saw the appearance of a monster, a huge crooked figure, reminiscent of the kind you would see in a nightmare, On the dark horizon of the wilderness, ancient and evil monsters roam forever.

He fired a shot at it, but it was too late.The car lost its balance and fell heavily from the wilderness ground.

Like all cars, fell into that mini version of hell.

Arthur vaguely remembered what had just happened.

The car turned over, and he saw Lynn in the passenger seat. He was injured, and blood was dripping from his forehead, like beads with a broken thread.

"Lynn?" he called, but got no response.

He reached out, trying to grab him and drag him out of the car.

A hand rests on his shoulder.

The young student's voice came from outside, soft and cold, "Let me help you," he said.

He was then jerked out, and in the end all he saw was Lynn leaning there, blood still pouring out.

Arthur opened his eyes, and there was darkness around him, so quiet that his scalp tingled.

He could see that this was the aisle of a big bus. In this position, he could vaguely see the old sticker beside the driver's seat, saying that smoking was prohibited in the car. It was seven years ago.

The sign on the front of the car stated the car's round-trip route. It was a long-distance car. Instead of going on the Tianmen Expressway, it took a detour on a remote national road, but it was not lucky.

He struggled to his feet, so dizzy that he couldn't remember how he was here, but he must have bumped his head in the process.

"Lynn?" he said.

There was no response, and he was alone in the bus.

The driver was slumped over the driver's seat, with half of his body eaten away, but he could still be seen wearing a blue coat. He was half bald in his 40s, something that must have bothered him.

The seats of the big bus stood in rows like tombstones, and there were fifteen... no, sixteen passengers in it, and a small child, who was hiding under the feet of his parents, maybe playing some kind of game.

He stumbled and fell to his knees again. He grabbed the seat and stabilized his body.Rough enough, he thought, what if there was an intracranial hemorrhage.

It was dead silent and dark, and he knew it was the bottom of the pit, a bus that had disappeared long ago.It is buried here, never to see the light of day.

"Some foods need to be heated before they can be eaten." A boy's voice said from behind.

"Can't you change that disgusting face?" Arthur said.

"I like it," the other said. "Family common sense tells us that if you swallow frozen food, it will hurt your stomach. Just like you, if you swallow you now, those drugs in your system will make me sick." .”

Arthur rummaged in the pocket of his coat, and the bottle of medicine that he never left was gone.

In front of him, a young man in a fresh sports coat stood there, holding a large shopping bag with the logo of Cyberjaya Supermarket printed on it.

He put the bag on the ground, and Arthur glanced at it, which was full of the spirits they had brought.

"I brought you the heat tool especially," the boy said.

"Where's Lynn?" Arthur asked.

"What do you think? I took a taxi and took him home?" said the boy. "Of course I ate him. He was in the way."

Arthur stared at him.The other party looked innocent, "You shouldn't have brought him here, he is just an ordinary person, and he doesn't want to be involved in a war with people like us. Anyway, now you are the only one left, I am very happy, this is only ours. Bringing out an outsider will only make things more troublesome."

"You killed him?" Arthur said.

"Who?"

"Lynn."

"That's a question so naive I'm embarrassed to answer. If you'll defrost these and let it boil," the guy put down his shopping bag, and a bottle of wine tumbled out and rolled to Arthur's feet, "you might catch up." To avenge him before his blood is dry. You know you can't last long without medicine, and I have plenty of time."

He gave Arthur a huge grin that stretched from ear to ear, turned and walked towards the car door, which popped open, and he walked off like a good boy getting out of the car at the side of the road.

As he left, he said, "I'm waiting for you to burn, repressed ascetic."

Arthur stood in the dark aisle of the bus, alone again.

It wouldn't have really killed Lynn, he thought, that person had the trait of a black eater, unlike all kinds of corpses in the car, it was just a kind of food or game, if the trait of black eater was cultivated, it would be able to get huge benefits The difference between power and eating ordinary human beings is as big as the difference between a state banquet and a roadside stand, a million-dollar prize and a few small dollars.

It doesn't kill Lynn, it locks him up somewhere, waiting, coaxing, maybe a little bit of torture.Devouring is a matter of time, but not now.

I hope so.It must be so.

He turned his head, and around him, the corpses sat quietly, as if they were on a journey to the underworld.

Of course it should be pitch black here, but he has the ability to see things in the dark. He saw a couple sitting on the seat next to him. The girl was wearing a faded dress, which was probably bright red when it was not faded. She lost her front breast and abdominal cavity.After that was a blue-collar worker with a job, three other solo travelers, and a family of three. The last passenger in the car was a same-sex lover who went on a private trip.

There were others, Arthur hadn't looked at carefully, and it didn't make sense to get precise personal information about the deceased.

He kicked the car door angrily, but of course it didn't budge, and it hurt his foot a lot.

He sat down slowly on the seat, crossed his arms tightly, and could see the piles of cars and corpses outside the window.

A large bag of spirits lay nearby.

Facing the black SUV, he could faintly see the skeletons of a man and his wife. After that, there was a deeper darkness and a tomb. There was a dead silence in the air, a mixture of carrion, steel and the silence that no one had set foot in for a long time. Together, there is no way for him to leave here.

At the bottom of the corpse pit, it really found a good and disgusting prison.

He plucked his hair and felt dry and hot, the effect of the medicine was disappearing, he was too close to the darkness, and more dangerous things that were pressed in the depths of his soul were creeping up.

I don't know what happened to Lynn. He knew that he was never a person who lacked courage. He had the determination and ability to deal with the disasters in life, but what he faced this time would be something that he had never encountered before.

Arthur lay down with his face pressed against the cold ground, as if it would be some relief, thinking to himself, that he had never done such a pathetic, imageless thing before.

He looked at his phone, and the screen lit up a small piece of artificial light in the hell bus, making everything here even more eerie.It's been five hours, too long, the dark atmosphere here is too heavy, something can't wait to rush up from the soul, and he is a weak-willed addict.

He already knew how fragile the effect of the drug was, even if it had been maximized, it still didn't mean much to a person like him.

He found himself curled up on the floor, like a vulnerable child trying to guard against the fear in the dark.

It won't do any good, he knows, it's so undignified.