[Light Cut] Dwelling Skin

Intuition told him to walk backwards, he took one step back, two steps up, two steps back, three steps up.

He wanted to leave, but he got closer and closer; he wanted to escape, but his heart was still gripped by curiosity, and he kept approaching the dangerous thing.

They were hung by hooks on the outside of the barbed wire, like sticky hooks in the bathroom holding three limp shower caps, and their bodies were packed in white cloth bags, with their backs to him, looking funny, as if they were floating stand in the air.The exposed head is like a broken round fruit, the ripe flesh-colored skin is peeling off, gradually covered with insect spots and brown spots.

At the very bottom of the bag, crimson blood oozes out, which is the direction where their feet touched when they were alive. One can imagine the source of this scene: the blood flows down from their bodies, and gathers into scarlet under their feet. A small piece of color is like standing on a small piece of velvet carpet.

Onikiri saw the blurred red numbers on the back of their necks.

These are three emulators.

With their heads hanging on their chests, they seem to face the sparkling river reverently.

There are patrols on the other side of the river.

Two guards with guns were walking around, and spider-shaped machines were following them, stretching out their six legs, grabbing the ground, and crawling slowly.Those things are called "scavengers", artificial intelligence developed to fight criminals. In the past, this term was used to refer to the cleaners who collected garbage in the city, but now, people affectionately call it These machines, because they can most efficiently correct criminals—clean them out of this world, completely.

Outside the place where the two people stood, within a few kilometers, the vegetation was becoming increasingly scarce at an alarming rate, and the land was transitioning from dark yellow to gray-black, like a piece of paper that was gradually soaking up ink.There are only a few sparse building remains, proving that there was once a place where humans lived.

People in the city are used to a comfortable and peaceful life, so it is difficult to be curious about such a desolate place, and the risks brought by curiosity are also unbearable: on the borders of the city, there are dog-shaped scouts scattered everywhere Unlike the spider-type scavenger, people who want to run out often become their prey before they get close to the border.

Of course, this is a civilized world, and it is impossible to absolutely restrict the freedom of citizens—it’s just that they have to go through censorship and exit from specific checkpoints.

Through the barbed wire, Onikiri could only see the profiles of the three corpses. Their cheeks and necks were shiny, wet, and smelled like tar.

Tar is a good thing, it keeps the corpses a little longer, keeps them in this horrible state for as long as possible, because the meaning of these things, like the scarecrow in the rye, is purely to scare.

He thought of a story that Laiguang told him: In the [-]th and [-]th centuries, the British used to hang the captured smugglers by the sea and hang their bodies on the gallows. At that time, they walked along the coastline every Not far away, a gallows was placed, like a lighthouse on the sea, so that those who ate smuggled food could see the corpses of their colleagues from a long distance at sea.

He asked Minamoto if this would prevent smuggling, and Minamoto replied that of course it was impossible to solve the problem.

"What's the point of that?" he said.

"Police and deterrence." Yuan Laiguang said, "The order they want to maintain requires the intimidation of these things."

He gazed at the small patch of land perpendicular to their feet, where the grass was richer and richer than anywhere else, and the soil was dark red, like the liver of an animal.

In other words, this is also the fate of these three simulated people; since they want to escape from the control of human beings and escape from the city, they must be brought to justice, so as to warn people who have the same thoughts.

They are aliens in the species, and they are the betrayers of human beings. Onikiri should feel contempt and disgust for these corpses, but what he feels is not the case.

Among the emotions he felt, apart from the sympathy and grief that could be clearly described, the other part was a blankness that he couldn't explain clearly and was at a loss.

He returned to the clearing, and luckily found that the caretaker was not there. He pretended to concentrate on studying the ants at the root of a tree. After a while, the caretaker appeared out of breath:

"where did you go?"

"I'm lost."

"How did you get it back?"

"I don't know, maybe luck." He muttered, shrugging his shoulders, trying to sound like an obnoxious fool.

How did he act so nonchalant?

While he was talking, he could feel that the caretaker was staring at him, still with suspicion in his eyes, ghosts really wished he could blink, because he looked at himself, as if he was watching a piece of undead on a chopping board fish.

"You shouldn't have been brought in in the first place," he said in a low voice, threatening in his voice.

"Of course." Onikiri said, "Of course, I know——it's all for the sake of Minamoto-san."

He finally breathed a sigh of relief - finally, finally, finally did not pursue it.

At night Onikiri played two-handed poker with Minamoto Raimitsu at his home. Near the end of the game, he had discovered that no matter what Minamoto Raimitsu had in hand, it was impossible to overwhelm the cards he had at this time up.So he showed those pokers with a clatter and spread them on the table, Minamoto Raimiko glanced down.

"I lost again?"

"It seems so."

"Well, you won." Minamoto Raimiko said, with a smile on his face.

He seemed to like watching Onikiri win, and he tolerantly allowed him to show off in front of him; Onikiri had indeed suspected that Minamoto Raimitsu might have manipulated the cards, but he still couldn't hold back his joy—— When he was with Raimiko Minamoto, he couldn't help but wag his tail in front of him, like a puppy picking up something lost.

"What would you like to drink?" Minamoto asked him.

He took the initiative to walk to the freezer, took out two cups, and lowered his head to ask Onikiri.

From this point of view, you can also see that the relationship between them is indeed different from the beginning.

"Uh, how about we have some drinks?" Onikiri said.

Even he was surprised, because he had never expressed interest in such things before.

Minamoto smiled again, he seemed happy, maybe that's the answer he wanted to hear.

"Which kind of wine?"

Onikiri hesitated, he was a complete novice in this area, but he didn't want to show his timidity: "Just be like you."

Minamoto Yorimitsu poured two glasses of golden whiskey from the bottle, and the ice cubes clanged against the transparent glass walls.

"Do you know how to drink it?" he said, handing one of the cups to Onikiri.

Onikiri took the cup and nodded, in fact, he didn't even understand Minamoto's question, just pretending to be old-fashioned.

He raised the cup to his lips, took a deep breath, as if preparing for swimming, and then, as quickly as drinking water, drank the things in one gulp.

The intoxication from the spirits was so strong that he felt his mind lighten and his body lighten before his tongue, paralyzed by ice, could distinguish the smoky barrel flavor of the wine.

"You shouldn't be drinking so fast." Minamoto Raimiko looked at him, "Are you okay?"

Unlike his caring words, Minamoto Raimiko's expression seemed happy.If Onikiri didn't know him that deeply, he would think that his questioning at this time might be really worrying about himself.

"Can I have another drink?"

"you sure?"

"is it not OK?"

Onikiri smiled frivolously at Minamoto Raimitsu, and licked his lips. He knew that he was in Minamoto Raimitsu's favor, so he let him relax his vigilance; in fact, Onikiri didn't like himself like this, but for Minamoto Raimitsu, he has other goals: the problems that have piled up in recent days weigh heavily on his heart, like a nest of birds waiting to be fed. He can feel that when facing Minamoto Raimitsu, that kind of The urge to share a secret is on the rise, and it's time to blurt it out.

——But he couldn't seem too anxious, otherwise, he might not get the answer he wanted.

Onikiri resented his deceitful behavior at this point, as he longed to be honest with Minamoto, but clearly, they were both hiding things from each other.

He was drowsy from drinking, most of the wine in the bottle was gone, at this time Minamoto Raimitsu had already walked to his side.

He's finally here, Guiqie thought to himself, feeling that every cell in his body had turned into a hydrogen balloon, pushing against his empty body, floating slowly into the air.

During Onikiri's brief sobriety when he was concentrating, he noticed that Minamoto Raimitsu didn't drink much, and when he was drinking, Minamoto Raimitsu was on the sidelines, and his eyes never left his movements.

He had the illusion of being undressed by Minamoto's eyes.

"Mr. Minamoto Raimitsu," he said.

"What do you call me?" Minamoto Raimitsu said.

He had already started to caress Onikiri's body, one hand slipped into his neckline, along the texture of the skin, touched the warm skin with his fingertips, and brushed the fine hairs on the surface.

"Mr. Minamoto Raikou." He murmured, trembling slightly after being stroked.

—the next request, he wasn't sure if it was because of the alcohol or because of his inner debauchery.

He stood up unsteadily, and turned to Minamoto Raimiko:

"Please carry me to the sofa." Onikiri said, "To thank you, what happens afterward is up to you."

Minamoto Raimitsu reaches out and hugs him to the couch, and the two kiss and make ///love on the relatively narrow couch cushions, over and over again, and then they go to the bathroom, shower and wash, where they kiss and caress again Kiss each other once until you are completely tired.

Doing/////love without the responsibility of reproduction makes two people so happy, even if it's wasting the future of humanity.

"I'm very happy today," said Minamoto Raimitsu, taking a sweet-smelling drop from Onikiri's lips.

"Me too." Onikiri said.

After breaking away from the state of making //// love, he immediately returned to the real world, amazed at how naked he was in front of him at this time.

"You can tell me one of your wishes." Minamoto Raimitsu said, "If I can help you..."

He looked arrogant and confident, as if he could do whatever he asked of him.

"I just want to ask you a question." Onikiri said, swallowing.

He knew that the question he was about to utter was a desperate attempt, but he couldn't control himself for a while.

"tell me the story."

Minamoto Raimitsu looked very interested.

"Where is the man who lived with you before?"

Minamoto Raimitsu hardly changed his expression: "Are you interested in him?"

"a little bit."

"He's dead." Minamoto Raimitsu said, Onikiri couldn't see any changes on his face, but his voice had turned cold, "Because of that war."

"Why did you die?"

But Minamoto had no intention of telling him.

"Is this important to you?"

"I was just suddenly interested."

"That's not a question you should ask." Minamoto Raimiko said softly. "You've always been cute, and I hope you're as cute as you were before."

"Yeah." Onikiri said, forced a smile, "I'm drunk, does that wish still count?"

"Of course." Minamoto replied.

——The feeling of drinking just now came back, something was injected into his stomach like a cold arrow.

The advantage of being drunk is that, whether you are telling the truth or not, you will always have a reason to cover up the past.

At 05:30 the next morning, in the thin mist, Guiqie returned to the street where his home was located.

The sun has not yet fully risen, and there is only a little dew of morning light on the horizon.

He felt as tired as a street lamp that was about to go out.

Someone patted him on the shoulder, and he looked up. It was the 6477 girl who was in charge of the vending machine. She was pushing the beverage cart as usual and looked at him in surprise.

"You look terrible," the girl said, "Are you sick?"

Onikiri shook his head, saw the dummy frowning, and sniffed his coat:

"You smell like booze," she said. "That's not okay."

She bent down, took out something from the car, and stuffed it into his hand. He looked down and saw it was a bottle of green tea.

"I don't know what's going on," she said, "but if you're hungover, drinking more green tea can help with your headache, at least for a while."

Immediately afterwards, she added a playful sentence:

"So you, like me, are also a bad guy who embezzles public property!"

A warm current surged in Onikiri's heart, he held the bottle of green tea tightly, and said softly:

"Thank you."

These were the last words he said to her.