Heartbreaker

"You are so warm."

Only later did I know that only I, a cowardly rotten embryo, had ever touched a beautiful god.And being held in his arms and comforted by gentle words is already an honor that can make people faint.He leaned his head on my forehead, and I hugged him tightly, even though the whip was scorching on my back, I didn't feel any pain.

"Hurry up and arrest that smelly, dirty lunatic!"

The dog monks were barking and throwing iron sticks at my back.Noticing my muffled hum, my spirit frowned slightly, and tentatively put its arm behind me.

"Huh!" The dog monks were startled, and took back their sticks and whips in fear, for fear of accidentally hitting the gods.They muttered for a while, some of them turned around and apologized to the church audience, and the rest of them gathered around us with fake smiles on their faces.

"Noble Messiah, now is the time for worship. You can't ignore so many pious listeners. Let go of this person first."

"No." My god murmured, holding my arms tighter, "don't you see? He's in pain, covered in wounds. There may be room for maneuver in preaching to others, but he I'm needed right now...I have a hunch that if I let him go now, he'll disappear from the world."

Those monks saw that I was entangled with the beautiful god like a big horse monkey, and their faces turned black with anger.They said hypocritically, "Well, Messiah. We'll take care of this guy for you, and we promise to take care of him."

"No—no!" I yelled, hugged the beautiful god tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Please! Don't give me to them! I wanted to die, but I met you before I died. Please Please, let me touch you again and hug you, Messiah, just treat it as a charity to a dying person, if I can be hugged tenderly by you for a minute and a second, I will die without regret! "

The beautiful Messiah looked at me, even though his eyes were wrapped in white ribbons, I could see his compassion and care for me.Dissatisfied murmurs came from the audience below, Messiah was silent for a moment, and moved his body.I heard the broken sound of my heart, and closed my eyes sadly but contentedly, waiting for him to push me away...

"My God, the Messiah!"

The surrounding dog monks barked in unison, but the gods did not abandon me.He hugged me whole in front of his chest and walked down the steps. Amidst the astonished gasps of the monks behind him, he said loudly to everyone, "This is the end of my sermon today. Everyone, it happened so suddenly. I'm sorry that I have to stop." Preaching...please come back another day."

He bowed to the whispering crowd and walked out of the gate.I leaned against his chest and looked at the scenery outside the door with a confused look.

A lush green meadow is shining brightly under the sun, elegant butterflies are flying among the flowers, and the air is filled with moist fragrance.Farther off the fir-woods grew thick, covered with leaves, and cast cool shade.Off-white stone benches flank the cobbled path.

I looked up at the sky, and finally saw what only existed in his mouth, the blue and pure clear sky, with the vast sea of ​​clouds trailing behind.There are no sinister eyes, no rotting corpses, but my beautiful spirit is within my reach, patiently accompanying me.

The tip of my nose was sore and I could hardly keep my eyes open under the hot sunlight.

I guess my affairs must have been known, but the strange thing is that no one came to stop me.Whatever the consequences, I am content with the peace and happiness of the present moment.

I was taken back to his abode by the spirit.It was a small two-story stone building, painted with creamy white paint, with transparent floor-to-ceiling windows shining, surrounded by morning glories and vines, like a sea of ​​emerald green.

The spirit wants to put me in his bed.Smelling the warm and dry smell of the bed, I hurriedly shook my head, for fear that my stinking smell would pollute the place.In desperation, he put me on the carpet and touched my forehead.

"Why are there so many injuries?" He asked while groping.

I swallowed, and in front of his noble face, I was ashamed to speak about the embarrassing experience of fleeing.Seeing that I didn't speak for a long time, this kind god didn't make things difficult for me, but gently stroked the scars on my wrists and ankles, and raised his brows in surprise when he touched the gouges on my calves.

"It's a serious injury." He sighed, "You are really cruel to yourself..."

As he spoke, he cut his finger, and round drops of blood dripped out.

"Oh!" I watched him break his smooth skin, as sad as seeing a piece of precious porcelain broken.

He stretched out the bleeding finger in front of me, and said with a smile, "Drink some, it will heal your wound." I shook my head desperately, staring at his finger.He just smiled calmly, held out his finger to me, and waited patiently for me to accept.

"It's okay." He said, "It's my duty to save people who are in deep pain."

"..."

I took his bleeding finger into my mouth.

At that moment, my heart was surging, my mind was in a trance, and suddenly I had a stupid idea.

The "god" in front of me is just my own god.

****

If it wasn't for the knock on the door, maybe I would have forgotten to let go of the god's finger.The scene after regaining consciousness was very embarrassing, the expression of the god was a bit complicated, he didn't know where to put the wet finger covered with saliva, he looked dazed, and the flush on his cheeks spread to the base of his ears.

I looked at the gods, terrified, and secretly cursed myself as a shameless scum.

"Mr. Lemon!"

When we were relatively silent, a black-haired monk rushed in anxiously, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief seeing me sitting safely in the room of the gods.

"Great!" he said, "You disappeared as soon as I came back, I thought you had gone somewhere, but luckily you're all right!"

I stared blankly at his beaming face, heard that familiar voice, and felt that he was a bit like the egg head I had seen.Several monks stood behind the door with their heads held high, looking at the egg's head, with distorted expressions that dared not speak out.

"Brother Bolu, is that him?"

"Yes!" Brother Bolu pulled me up and thanked the others, "Thank you for finding him for me."

Those monks curled their lips and said, "Please be careful too, Brother Bolu. If everyone runs around like this, we can't bear it."

"I understand." Brother Bolu pulled me up, "Let's go, Mr. Lemon."

Although I couldn't find a reason to stay here, I didn't want to be separated from my god, I struggled desperately and let out a roar.I tried to shake off Brother Bolu's hand, but he approached me and said in a low voice, "You come with me now, maybe you can see him again. If there is a big trouble, not only you will be in danger, but he will also be implicated .”

This sentence made me silent, limp like a trampled persimmon.I walked out the door, wanting to look back at my beautiful god for the last time, only to see the thick backs of the other monks, and turned my head away in disgust.

Brother Bolu led me out of the small building of the gods and walked to the forest path. Suddenly he took a deep breath and sat down on the stone bench softly.

"I was scared to death..." He held his forehead and murmured with lingering fear, "You actually broke into the auditorium where the Messiah preached, and met that holy body in full view... I thought you must I can't survive..."

I casually squatted down, arched my back, and looked at a black ant nest under the root of the tree.I smashed the nest with a wooden stick and watched the ants flee in all directions.

My god, I not only touched him, but also hugged and licked him, and saw a shy red glow appearing on his smooth skin, like a crystal reflecting dazzling light.

When I think of that beautiful and moving expression, I am extremely excited and my blood boils.I slapped myself twice, covered my hot cheeks, and forced myself to calm down, not to have any thoughts of insulting the gods...

"..."

I moved my hands away, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes, walked to the edge of the grass, and untied my belt.

They're right, I'm a lunatic who deserves to be hung up and beaten.

"By the way, you... oh, God..." Brother Bolu turned his head in embarrassment, pretending not to see or hear what I was doing.

The pent-up pressure has never been released so happily, and the body is exhausted and comfortable after the pleasure fades away.I slumped on the cobblestone road, panting heavily, narrowing my eyes slightly, enjoying the warm sunshine.

"Why didn't you escape?"

After a long time, Brother Bolu suddenly said, which made my empty mind regain my sanity.He looked at my surprised face with calm eyes and even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I know you have wanted to leave the 'rat cage' for a long time." He smiled, "I deliberately left for a longer time, so that you can escape safely... How did you go to the auditorium where the Messiah preached?"

I stared straight at his smiling face, trying to catch a hint of disguise in that elusive smile, but I failed.Brother Bolu looked at me sincerely and said, "Don't look at me like that, what I said is true, in fact, I have always hoped that you could escape from there..."

"You said you wanted me to escape? I don't believe it." I said, "If I escape, you will be punished."

"Who knows?" He looked up wearily, "but I don't want to see you suffer. Especially you, because you resisted so desperately, it looks more poignant."

I remained silent, and the vigilance deeply rooted in my mind still reminded me not to trust this monk's words easily.Seeing that I didn't respond, he didn't say much, but just led me back to the old "rat cage".

****

I was ready to meet the rubbish mountain again, but those horrible scenes were like a mirage in the desert, fleeting.The mouse cage is also like the outside world, full of sunlight and the fragrance of flowers, as well as the crisp singing of birds.A towering fountain stands in the middle of the garden. The base is dry and the stone crevices are filled with gravel. It is said that it will only be filled with clean water on certain festivals.

I looked at the strange scene in front of me in bewilderment, and followed Brother Bolu into the building of the "rat cage".As soon as I stepped into the porch, a cool shadow immediately enveloped me, and the air was filled with chill.Brother Bolu's mental state was very bad, as if he was going to faint in the next second.

"Ahhhh-!!"

At this moment, heart-piercing shouts and door knocking came from unknown floors, like the pendulum of death.Those manic movements seemed to trigger some kind of chain reaction, and the cries, screams and groans exploded, submerging the gloomy building in a sea of ​​tragic sounds.I snorted, the cold sharp edge of the soft knife, the minced meat in the glass dish, and the transparent hose inserted|filled into my abdominal cavity...

"We're going out!"

I heard a muffled and hoarse shout, "Give us back our freedom..."

Brother Bolu's footsteps stopped on a step, and he squatted on the ground as if he couldn't stand it, his forehead twitched.I stared at him, quickly ran upstairs, ran to the door with the loudest noise and the most horrific scream, bumped my shoulder against it, and shouted, "I'll get you out of here—"

"Don't disturb our observation and research, damn guy!"

When I hit the third time, a tall and strong doctor like a giant came out from the next room, and picked me up like a chicken, and I couldn't help but slap me twice!I growled and rushed towards him, biting his rough skin so hard that I almost broke a tooth of mine.

"Hahahaha..." The wild boar doctor said with a grin, and picked me up high with one hand.His skin is like some kind of steel, indestructible, "Stinky boy, why do you think we can stop you lunatics who collapse at every turn—"

As soon as he finished speaking, he hit my jaw with a punch, and there was a crackling sound.I could see stars in my eyes, seeing that fat face smiling and trembling in front of me.

Seeing this, Brother Bolu hurriedly said, "Doctor Zhan Lifu, please give him to me!"

The wild boar snorted coldly, threw me aside casually like throwing garbage, turned around and entered the monitoring room, and closed the door tightly.

"..." Even breathing was intermittent, I moved my fingers, stared at the heavy door, and climbed up again...

"Don't do that again, Mr. Lemon!"

Brother Polu tightened my arm and said, "Dr. Zhan Lifu is the most powerful doctor among the doctors. He can kill a bison with his bare hands. He is no longer a normal person. All the doctors in the 'rat cage' have a certain degree of Received a human body modification and possessed terrifying physical abilities."

I clenched my fists tightly, pressed my forehead against the door, and stared at the bloodshot eyes. I heard the screams in the room gradually subside and became numb moans.Brother Bolu wrinkled his face in an ugly way and almost shed tears.

"I've vaguely guessed from a long time ago..."

I stood up slowly, and when I opened my mouth, my shattered jaw felt a dull pain.

"You are the person in charge of the 'rat cage', right? You watched us being abused by those doctors, but you did nothing but let us scream and treat them like rats. of us."

I turned my head, stared at Brother Bolu's stunned face, exhausted all the hatred and pain I couldn't let go, and said word by word:

"You are the most shameless beast... No, not as good as a beast."

****

Douglas had just seen off a nobleman in the reception room dedicated to the bishop.It was an elderly widow with deep folds that had faded away from her age, and she was always wearing strong perfume.She desperately wanted to know if there was something the church could do to keep her young forever.

"Don't worry, ma'am." Douglas said softly, "I wonder if you've heard of 'dead'?"

"Oh! I know." The noblewoman rubbed her chest in surprise, "Is it the frightening creature that is said to kill people?"

"Actually, those are just rumors." Douglas said, "The secret of your eternal youth actually lies in the 'dead'..."

The two talked for a long time. At first, the female nobleman looked suspicious, but later she was overjoyed. She promised that if the church could provide her with "youth medicine", she would not hesitate to provide a huge amount of money, and she could mobilize corresponding relationships and powers to assist the church.

"That's really great, thank you for your support." The young bishop said, "We must live up to your expectations. In ten days, you can come to me to get the first batch of medicine."

He sent the nobles away, feeling exhausted, picked up the documents piled up on the table, and rubbed his sore eye sockets.

knock knock knock.

"Please come in."

As soon as Douglas raised his head, he saw the silent black-robed monk by the door.The other party lowered his head and said, "Are you looking for me, bishop?"

"Yes, Vash, I have something to ask you." The bishop in white gathered up a stack of letters in his hand and said to him, "In the past month, I have received many complaints from the 'rat cage'... Don't stand in the doorway, sit down, Wash."

The black-robed monk sat silently on the sofa, never looking up at each other.Douglas watched him hesitant to speak, adjusted his tone and words in his mind, and said, "I don't mean to blame you, but I just feel that maybe you have something to hide. Similarly, if these things against you are fabricated, I will severely punish those physicians who appeal."

He began to describe the complaints in the letter one by one, "This one says that you ordered the test period of the 'squirrel cage' subjects to be shortened and the treatment period extended, which caused great difficulties for their work and affected their efficiency... "

Seeing that the other party was silent, Douglas continued, "This letter says that you often obstruct them when they discipline disobedient experimental subjects..."

"There is also this letter, saying that you don't understand the laws of medicine and the operation of the human body, always..."

"It's alright, bishop, don't tell me any more." Vash interrupted the other party abruptly, "I admit my mistake, I admit it all!"

The house was spotless, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell into the windows, gilding the medals and honor trophies hanging on the walls.Holding the complaints in his hand, Douglas looked at the sweaty face and flushed cheeks of the black-robed monk, his eyes dimmed, and he glanced at the ink bottle on the table.

"You know what, Wash?" he said quietly after a long time, "I've told you several times, don't call me 'Bishop', call me 'Douglas', but you still can't change it."

The black-robed monk smiled wryly, "You are magnanimous to me, I have to know good from bad."

The bishop stared at him, sighed, and put his hands on his burning forehead.The silence between the two was terrible again, and Douglas seemed unable to bear the awkward and restrained silence, and said, "If you don't want to stay in the 'rat cage', I can..."

"Do not."

To his surprise, the black-robed monk didn't feel relieved, nor did he hesitate. He just said calmly, "I want to stay there."

"..."

"But I have something to ask you, Bishop... If you really consider me as your confidant and friend from the bottom of your heart, please grant my rude wish. I will be grateful for your love and tolerance."

"You said."

"Before you said that you want to give me the highest authority of the 'rat cage'." Vash took a deep breath and said firmly, "Now, I thank you for your support, and I beg you to allow me to implement as a manager and monitor the privilege of the

"And give me the corresponding token to testify, and prove to all the doctors who participated in the experiment that I have the highest status that cannot be disputed!"

"I won't hinder your experiments, but please allow me to revise the rules of the 'squirrel cage'!"

****

I lay on the hard plank bed, staring at the dark ceiling and the ghostly windows.The branches outside the building hit my windowpane with the howling night wind, like arms struggling for help.

It is already late at night, but the corridor outside the door is still filled with the smell of death, the pungent smell of cleaning spray drifts along the cracks, and occasionally there are one or two painful groans and gasps, which are quickly buried under the doctor's clattering leather shoes. in the sound.

I can't sleep, my head hurts, the scenes of the day are echoing in front of my eyes, and everything I used to live in the "rat cage".I miss my beautiful god, his fragrant smell and warm smile, even the coolness of his skin melted so deeply into my bones.

I stood up, opened the window, and was slapped by the cold wind with raindrops on my face, and my body shrank from the cold.I was about to slip back into my cold blanket when there was a sudden scream from the other side of the wall, and the sound of skulls hitting the wall.

"Hey, buddy." I leaned against the wall and said, "Don't bump into it. Only you know whether it hurts or not. Even if you bump into death in pain, no one will care about you."

The banging against the wall got louder, and I guessed my words would only backfire, so I shut up.The aftertaste of the impact echoed wave after wave on my bedside. I opened my bloodshot eyes wide and lost sleepiness completely.

"Damn..." I murmured, rolling off the bed and crawling into the crevice under the bed.The four sides are tight and firm, like a cave.I leaned my back against the wall, curled up, and tried to shake off as much heat as possible on the cold concrete floor.

At this moment, the top of my head seemed to touch something sharp.I stepped forward in the dark and found a word.

angry.

I followed its rough and distorted outline, touching it one by one, and touched four words in a row, and the small arrows carved between them.

Joy, sorrow, anger, fear.

"Happiness→sorrow→anger→fear".