Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

Five years old.

The gloomy sky, the six stacks of dark rooms, the silvery white spider silk wandering in the corners, and the tatami mats invaded by moisture exude a faint musty smell unique to the rainy season.

Reo Tsushima stood on tiptoe in front of the only small dilapidated wooden window, stretched out her thin white but thin palm to catch the transparent raindrops dripping from the eaves of the wooden window that was slanted downwards. .

pat.

The water droplets the size of green beans obeyed the gravity to squeeze and bloom on the cold palm, and flowed along the palm lines to form a flower-like shape, reminding Tsushima Reo of the small piece of pastry that Kanako gave him as a charity in the past.

The outline of the small pastry in the shape of cherry blossoms is a bit fuzzy. There is no aroma of cherry blossoms, but only the aroma of cheap red beans. It tastes sweet and slightly rusty. Want to cough.

But at that time Tsushima Reo held back.

he thought.

No, Kanako didn't want this kind of reaction.

Tsushima Reo eagerly swallowed the piece of pastry that was about [-] yen, licked her fingers, showing a reluctant expression, and smiled at Kanako.

'It was delicious, thank you Kanako. '

Kanako showed a mean and proud face, and said mockingly, "The young master of the Tsushima family is no big deal, but Erina got tired of eating this kind of food every day." '

Reo Tsushima didn't care, he could see the sense of self-esteem and accomplishment that Kanako had gained from bullying [Master Tsushima's family], and the pleasure generated by this false illusion of superiority.

Kanako is happy.

Reo Tsushima thought about it, and then became happy.

Erina is Kanako's most beloved biological daughter.

And Reyo Tsushima is a child of another family that Kanako has to take care of in order to make a living.

Two days ago, Erina had an accident. After receiving the news, Kanako paled and left Tsushima Reo without hesitation, and hurriedly stopped the taxi that she was reluctant to take on weekdays, without looking back. left.

Today is the third day.

Reo Tsushima withdrew her hand, lowered her head and cautiously stuck out her tongue to lick the water mark that bloomed on her palm like a flower.

A little salty.

he thought.

Kanako didn't inform anyone when she left, probably because she was afraid that during the few days she was gone, the Tsushima family would find someone to take her place, and in this case, she would lose a job with a good salary and earn some extra money from time to time work.

In order to prevent Tsushima Reo from being disobedient and sneaking out to gossip with others, Kanako conveniently locked the small room located in the corner of the Tsushima house. The windows are very high, her body develops slower than children of the same age, and her height is not enough The ninety-centimeter Rei Tsushima could barely stretch out his hand when standing on tiptoe. There was nothing in the room except a thin bedding and a few sets of women's old clothes. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't get out.

Kanako is responsible for bringing the daily meals and drinking water from the kitchen. In the huge Tsushima house, apart from the head and wife, there are three young masters, and there are dozens of servants. Dozens of servings need to be prepared every day. The three-meal pastry kitchen was so busy that I didn't even notice that one or two extra meals hadn't been taken away, and they were just thrown away at night when the garbage was disposed of.

Must have been eaten by rats as hungry as he was.

Reo Tsushima sat down along the wall, thinking so.

Thanks to the moist air of the rainy day, he didn't become dehydrated and weak due to long-term thirst, but his stomach convulsed and twitched, burning like a flame.

Reo Tsushima stayed under the window sill for a while, drenched by the cold rain that kept drifting in. After noticing that her head was dizzy and faintly hot, she slowly hugged the quilt and stayed quietly in a corner where the rain could not reach In the window, the beautiful black eyes like glass beads looked at the small gray sky outside the window, empty and silent.

He didn't know when Kanako would come back, and he didn't know if he would just die quietly while waiting.

He just became an obedient and good boy, as Kanako said, quiet and well-behaved, and he never called for help once.

Because Tsushima Reo knew that in this huge house like the shadow cast by a monster, he was stripped, abandoned, expected to never be born, existing in a different space that did not exist, and without People could hear his cries, and no one wanted to answer his cries for help.

This is the Tsushima residence in Yokosuka City, Kanagawa Prefecture.

Proud of the prestige and wealth accumulated by their ancestors, the Tsushima family has a prominent reputation in the local area. In the quaint houses that seem out of place in the modern steel city, they still retain the customs of the old era. Kimono, with snow-white foot bags on the feet, and the neck is always folded humbly under the high bun. When walking like a ghost in the winding and deep corridor, it will never make any sound that disturbs the hosts. .

Reo Tsushima was born in such a mansion.

With his twin brother Shuji Tsushima.

The head of the Tsushima family, who should be called the father, followed the ancient precepts, believing that the birth of twins heralded the ominous future of sibling rivalry, so he left behind the third son who was considered to be better at competing for nutrients, and abandoned the youngest son who was born later .

The sick and weak mother was powerless to stop her. She shed tears in vain and silently watched her young son being taken away by the servant woman. After that, he was imprisoned in this house without thinking of looking for it once for five years. A child in a corner of the mansion.

While sighing and sighing, she was trapped in the warm bedding, telling her misfortunes to the servants close to her, while turning a blind eye, not even inquiring about the child's food, clothing and happiness once.

Under the order of the majestic Patriarch, everyone pretended to be deaf and dumb and lowered their heads, pretending that Reyo Tsushima did not actually exist in this world.

The famous Tsushima family in Yokosuka has only three young masters.

The first son Tsushima Shumi, the second son Tsushima Shugen, the third son Tsushima Shuji, and never the fourth son Tsushima Reio.

cluck.

There was a slight noise coming from outside the room, which was only six stacks in size, but Reo Tsushima didn't even have the interest to go over to check it.

It doesn't matter who it is.

He shrank his body and wrapped the thin quilt even tighter, trying to absorb some warmth from the quilt that was also blown cold by the cold wind.

Anyway, no one will respond to his request, so don't add trouble to them by asking for help without authorization.

The flames were still burning in his internal organs. The high temperature made his eyes red, and even his mind was a little dizzy. The hunger that was originally tolerable became clear and could not be ignored. The entire stomach seemed to be twisted by a pair of unknown hands. A lump of convulsing pain made one want to groan uncontrollably.

have a fever.

Reo Tsushima realized this slowly.

This is also a helpless thing, Kanako was too anxious to leave and forgot to close the window, these days is the rainy season again, the temperature has dropped sharply, and the cold wind with freezing rain can't be stopped from that window, blowing the whole room All damp and cold.

He lightly exhaled a hot breath, without resentment or fear, and calmly accepted the fact.

How pathetic, Kanako.

Obviously, Erina's situation is not good, and for the sake of his future livelihood, he has to force himself to deal with things here before leaving.

Reo Tsushima thought like this, his consciousness gradually became a little fuzzy, the sleepiness and fatigue brought by the high fever made him unable to restrain himself from gradually closing his eyes, and fell into a dark dream.

... Will he wake up again?

At the last moment, such confusion flashed through Reo Tsushima's mind.

.

He survived.

Reo Tsushima opened his eyes, and saw Kanako's familiar face.

Small eyes, thick lips, high nose bridge, warm skin tone, thin facial contour.

But different.

Tsushima Reio looked at Kanako carefully.

The barren, ironic meanness that had so often hung on her face was gone.

It was replaced by a monotonous and rigid expression, like the dolls sold in the window of the Girl's Festival, with a dead air that makes people forget.

Reo Tsushima blinked, and the middle-aged woman in front of her suddenly became strange and scary.

"Kanako?" He called out hesitantly, shrinking in doubt, showing indescribable fear of [abnormal] and [unknown] like any child with keen perception.

Time seems to be divided by itself.

Everything stood still for an instant.

Kanako was silent for a while, and took a long breath, Tsushima Reio saw her tumor-like ugly bulging chest, and then quickly shriveled down.

She replied, "...Yes, what are your orders."

The voice was dry and hoarse, scratching one's ears like sandpaper, it was so ugly.

Obviously, Kanako didn't come back to take care of him out of heart.

This cold and familiar reality made Reo Tsushima feel at ease, and the sense of strangeness that made him feel terrible in Kanako suddenly disappeared.

So the fear that only existed in Reo Tsushima's heart for a short time disappeared, and he giggled because he felt funny, "Kanako has changed, she has become so cute, like a doll."

He looked at the middle-aged woman who showed a little old look with dark eyes with love, and she was definitely not a [cute] woman.

The fire in my stomach was still burning.

hunger.

emptiness.

An unknown longing spread through his body.

The woman who was haggard due to the death of her daughter showed an angry face, and terrible resentment and sharp malice shot out from her cloudy eyes that were as silent as stagnant water but lifeless.

"What are you laughing at?! Are you happy that Erina is dead? If you are unlucky, you have to curse other people's bad bastards! I should have obeyed the wishes of the Patriarch and let you fend for yourself!"

Kanako rushed forward, and with her calloused rough hands, she tore off the thin quilt covering Tsushima Reo's body, and pulled his collar to force him to sit up.

Reo Tsushima was wearing Erina's unwanted old clothes, smiling at her.

Crow-black and smooth long black hair, clear and beautiful dark eyes, and a crescent-like crooked smile evoking pity and beauty, he was wearing Erina's old clothes that still carried her fragrance.

Just like Erina.

Kanako, who was in a trance, let go of her hand and fell to the floor, tears the size of green peas rolling down from her cloudy eyes full of red blood.

Sad, hopeless, heartbroken.

Surging huge and dirty desires.

So hungry.

She murmured, "Erina..."

It is transparent.

Reo Tsushima reached out his hand curiously, and caught a tear.

The water mark blooming like a flower still carries the cool heat.

He bowed his head and carefully stuck out his tongue to taste it.

Bland and tasteless.

So hungry.

"Kanako." Reo Tsushima knelt on the ground, driven by unbearable hunger, opened her hands to the crying woman, "Give me a hug."

He said coquettishly.

"Go away!" Kanako patted Reyo Tsushima's hand away in hatred, her voice was sharp and piercing, she stared at Reyo Tsushima's smiling face, gloomy like a ghost, "You monster don't want to replace Erina! I know you hate Erina who is happier than you, jealous that she is loved by her mother wholeheartedly, that's why you killed her, right!"

The pain of bereavement, which has no place to rest, was brutally and unreasonably vented by Kanako on this child who was also brought up by her alone. She raised her hand high and slapped Tsushima Reo's disgusting smiling face "You disgusting murderer!"

She unreasonably placed vicious charges on Tsushima Reo.

Snapped!

There were red and swollen palm marks on Reo Tsushima's pale cheeks, and the rapidly expanding bruises looked particularly terrifying on that immature and lovely face.

Even so, Tsushima Reo still looked at Kanako with a wholehearted and dependent gaze, and the smile on his face did not waver in the slightest, and he spoke.

"Kanako, it hurts so much, can you blow it for me?"

Kanako withdrew her hand tremblingly, of course she knew Erina could not have been killed by Reo Tsushima.

She just had nowhere to vent her pain, and it kept accumulating in her heavy heart, and she was driven crazy.

The malice that erupted in an instant faded away, and her face turned pale and lifeless. Kanako said in an incomparable calm, "Do you know how painful it was when Erina died?"

"I fell into the water, sinking into the stinking river little by little, blocked the mouth and nose by the dirty water, slowly exhausted the air in the lungs, and finally grunted, the mouth, trachea, lungs, stomach The whole area was poured in by the river water, and I felt myself dying a little bit because of the lack of oxygen.”

Her voice was still hoarse and ugly, but her tone was so gentle and full of love.

"What is more painful than feeling yourself dying a little bit is that there were so many people around the river at that time, but no one went down to help her."

Kanako's expression became painful and resentful again, she looked at Tsushima Reo, "Since no one is willing to help my Erina, then why should I help you, young master?"

Kanako refused.

Reo Tsushima felt a little frustrated.

He thought for a while, lowered his request, and said coquettishly again, "Kanako, it's so cold, please cover me with the quilt."

Wearing a high bun and wearing a white silk flower, a woman in a black solemn kimono stared indifferently at the vexatious Reo Tsushima, motionless.

The fire in the stomach burned more and more fiercely, as if even the soul could feel the corrosive pain.

So hungry.

"Kanako." Reo Tsushima showed a flattering smile, put his hands together and spread out towards Kanako, "Give me another piece of pastry."

Kanako was silent for a long time this time, she took out a small piece of pastry wrapped in silk from the wide cuff of the kimono.

Just like what Reo Tsushima had seen before, the cherry blossom-shaped red pastry has the aroma of beans, and you can see some coarse-grained bean dregs, which is ridiculously cheap.

"Young master, is this what you want?" She asked lightly.

Tsushima Reo nodded vigorously, wearing a lovable smile on her face like a mask, "Kanako, give me the pastry."

He repeated again and for the last time.

Then, right in front of him, Kanako picked up the small piece of pastry from the silk cloth with her fingertips and crushed it vigorously.

The sweet scented crumbs of the pastry fell to the ground like withered cherry blossoms in April, and the color dyed with food dye was as dark red as dead blood, piled up in a small pile as if dead. pinch.

"These are Erina's." Kanako said, "Even if I throw them on the ground to feed the mice, I won't give them to you."

Her face was as cold and hard as gray, her eyeballs were hollow like stones, her lips had a dull color of earth, and she was only dressed in black and white mourning clothes, exuding a gloomy and dead air all over her body.

Reo Tsushima smiled, and burst into tears.

How pathetic, Kanako.

His face turned pale, and his facial features were as pitch black as a black hole.

Shocked by the sudden change of Reio Tsushima's face, Kanako fell back and sat down on the ground with a thud. She pointed at Reio Tsushima, her teeth trembling, and they made a strange sound of colliding. The vocal cords were full of fear. But it was tense, but it couldn't make a scream, it just made a difficult and funny sound like the wind coming out of a narrow gap, "Weird, monster!!"

In the next second, Kanako's face changed, it was swollen and purple, her whole head was deformed and distorted as if crushed, her palms were bent into claws and she struggled wildly in mid-air, her veins bulged and her muscles stiffened.

"Uh...uh..." The dilapidated bellows-like voice became Kanako's last voice.

In front of him, Kanako, who had rejected him four times in a row, was strangled by something that did not exist in this world, her face was twisted into a rope-like shape in extreme pain with a hideous and terrified face, and she died.

The bright red blood sprayed out like a flower, rubbing Tsushima Reo's face and spattered a few sharp blood marks.

Fair face, bright red blood, jet black hair.

The distinct colors create a thriller-like horror atmosphere on Reo Tsushima.

Reo Tsushima touched the wetness on his face with his fingers, a little of the warm blood flowing from Kanako's body on his face, he carefully stuck out the tip of his tongue, and tasted the scarlet like a lamb licking milk.

It's the smell of Kanako.

He gave a small smile.

Jealousy, resentment, anger, low self-esteem and pride.

This is Kanako.

The hunger that seemed to burn the soul calmed down, replaced by a heavy sense of satisfaction.

cluck.

Reo Tsushima looked along the place where the movement was coming from, and the room that was only six stacks in size also had a worn-out wooden door that matched it like a utility room.

Behind the door that was opened with a gap, Reo Tsushima saw another self standing quietly.