[Light Cut] Dwelling Skin

The drunk came out of the bar, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and let out a smoke ring happily.

After taking two steps, he stopped and carefully observed the back of a handsome young man: the man was leaning against the corner, bent over, clutching his stomach, maybe he was injured, or maybe he had a sudden illness .

Perhaps because of the effect of alcohol, he was suddenly encouraged by a kind of noble morality, walked over, and asked him righteously:

"need any help?"

The man raised his head, and the drunk had never seen such a frightened expression. At the same time, he also saw the scars and large blood stains on the man's body - he felt a sharp pain in his knee and calf bone, and then his stomach was hit hard The blow was so powerful that stars shot out in front of his eyes and his esophagus was overwhelmed.

"Hey!" he cried.

In fear, he stumbled and ran away, leaned against the wall, bent down and vomited violently; when he turned around, the black-haired young man who looked sick at first had pulled up his legs and quickly walked walked away.

"*Your mother, I'm so kind and kind, I treat the whole **** as a dog, you're crazy..."

The unlucky guy who was kicked for no reason yelled, vomited for a while, and then cursed again, as if he wanted to swear all the bad words.

At this moment, the young man turned his head, and the drunk immediately stopped swearing, and squatted beside a pile of vomit, shaking violently, afraid that he would kick him again.

But that person didn't come towards him, under the moonlight, he looked like a snowman that was about to melt, his face was pale and bloodless;

The drunkard saw his lips twitch, and moved them silently a few times, as if he wanted to say something to himself, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Onikiri left the human world like a stray cat, a frightened bird.

He knew that he should apologize for his recklessness and nervousness just now, but he had no position to say "I'm sorry" anymore.

In the secluded alley, he smelled the smell of iron emanating from himself: some from those hooligans, and some from himself; too long, the blood spots were clumped and hard.He took off his coat, stripped off his sweater, and threw them all in a corner, down to a thin shirt: only this one wasn't soaked in blood, and it made him look less intimidating.

The police gun was still there, and he carefully wiped off the sweat and fingerprints on his clothes before slipping it into his pocket.

He felt hungry, as if eating had been done in his previous life, and his empty stomach was reminding him to fill himself up with food—but he couldn’t go home, his residence must have been seized, surrounded by scavengers, and he couldn’t get close to half of it. step.When the sun rises, his picture will appear on the TV news, his name will be wanted, and his retinal information will be entered into the gray list, which means that he will no longer be free to go out in public without permission.

Hunger was like a knife scratching his stomach, Onikiri raised his head, blood loss and hypoglycemia made him feel dizzy; Couldn't resist digging, could always see it being refilled the next day, but strangely enough, he never saw Minamoto move those treats by himself - and then he remembered that Minamoto was cheating His culprit, and the initiator of all this tonight.

Onikiri was stunned for a moment, then spat vigorously on the ground.

Even this movement is learned now, he has never done this kind of thing before, Minamoto Raimitsu doesn't like people who are rude and can speak foul language.Maybe now is the time to break the chains and wash away the influence Minamoto has left on him.

He walked out of the alley, not far away, an old woman hunched over, carrying a small bag, leaning on crutches, walked slowly, and he began to walk towards her aggressively—whatever, the ghost hates her Thinking, he is no longer a human being, so there is no need to follow the rules.People follow the rules.

He walked up to her, and he was a foot taller than this thin, withered woman.

"Hey, give me your bag," he whispered.

The old woman looked up at him in surprise, staring at his face, for some reason, Guiqie didn't dare to look directly at her.

"You're obviously a novice," she said. "I guess you've never done anything like this before."

"Then what's your business?" he said, blushing, but luckily he couldn't see in the dark.

"A real robber wouldn't just stand there waiting for an old lady to pull out her purse," she said.

"No, I..."

The courage he had worked up with great difficulty suddenly disappeared like a tide, and the discarded sense of morality turned into a victory. The one who made this decision was stunned.

"You look as pale as a piece of paper," she said. "That's all you have on in this cold, young man?"

He couldn't look into those brown eyes of hers anymore, and he started to walk - but a pair of hands grabbed him gently from behind.

"Poor child," said the old woman, "come with me."

The old lady's house is two streets away from here. It is a single-family house with two floors. Oven, when the microwave was humming, Onikiri confessed to her first.

"I'm a Sim," he said.

"and then?"

"And I've committed some crimes." He was determined to admit it to the end. "I'm afraid the police are looking for me now. If you stay here, you may be implicated by me in the name of harboring criminals."

"Can you tell me?" she said.

Onikiri hesitated, the old woman reached into her chest to fumble, and pulled out a cross necklace.

"You can trust me," she said. "By God, I won't tell anyone."

So he finally told her what happened - just skipped Minamoto's part, and when the last syllable of his words landed, the time set by the oven also came to the end, making a "ding" sound.

The old lady brought out the food, and the smell of the warm butter overwhelmed the ghost and made him unable to move.

"I don't know how long you've...been 'born'," said the old woman, "but I have a son who looks about your age, and he's a cop too."

One sentence made him stiffen, and the old woman smiled.

"I won't let him know," she said. "I promise you, drink now, boy, drink."

But he still didn't move, "I'll be a big trouble for you," he said, and the old woman sighed.

"It's not your fault," she said. "You saved that poor girl. It's the hooligans who need to go to jail, not you."

"Really?" he said.

The old woman held his hand, and the rough skin of her palm pricked the back of his hand.

"I've never felt that emulators are any different from us," she said solemnly. "Maybe you have been treated unfairly, but in the eyes of the only God, we are all equal."

"Thank you," he said.

"You can sleep in my son's room at night," said the old woman.

He finally held the bowl of soup, feeling the warmth gradually spreading in the palm of his hand.

A little luck in misfortune—after a night of bewilderment and confusion, he might finally have met someone who was actually kind.

But he didn't stay for long, he still had important things to do.

When Minamoto Raimitsu came home and opened the door, someone grabbed him.

The man had been waiting for him for a long time, and the moment he closed the door and turned around, he put a gun to the back of his head.

"Don't move." The man behind pointed the gun carefully at Minamoto's temple, and said in a steady voice.

"Is there a bullet in it, baby?" he said.

"Maybe I pull the trigger and you'll know."

The smooth barrel of the gun slanted upwards into the depression on Minamoto's neck.Minamoto Raimitsu didn't even have time to turn on all the light sources in the living room, leaving only the cold light from the courtyard to envelope them, and for a while, neither of them made a sound.

"You're hurt," Minamoto said.

Onikiri noticed that he was looking down at the scar on his arm.

Minamoto Raikou turned his head, and when his eyes met, he felt that the barrel of the gun slipped imperceptibly, but it was still firmly held in the other person's hand.They looked at each other in a posture of holding and being held hostage. They had embraced, kissed, and penetrated into each other's bodies before, but they never faced each other with a truly naked face like this moment, and even a little warmth became weird.

"I thought you had already left," Minamoto Raimiko's voice remained motionless, it was too dangerous for you to stay here. "

"You hope that I will come back to you, otherwise you have removed my fingerprint information from the door lock system."

"Smart," said the damned guy, he actually showed an appreciative smile, "What if this is a trap?"

"Then I'd rather take the risk," he said.

"People from the Non-Natural Human Management Committee have come to me to investigate the matter of my private emulation, and told me before leaving that there is a high possibility of judicial charges against me," Yuan Laiguang sighed, "Look at you It has caused me so much trouble.”

"Oh." Onikiri retorted coldly, "Then you'd better find yourself a good lawyer, I don't know what kind of charges can be charged with 'deception'."

"I was going to keep hiding it from you, it was better for you and me," he said, "but obviously I'm out of luck."

"You can't help it." Onikiri said coldly, "Otherwise you wouldn't have taken me to the basement and watched those obtrusive things you photographed all day long. You created me with a part of your old lover, and you didn't Wanting to think of me as him."

It seemed as if the backlog of emotions finally had an outlet to vent—— Minamoto Raimitsu seemed to have been stabbed, and the smile disappeared on his face like a tide. For a moment, he stared at him with the most sinister eyes, like a hovering Snake on rose flower.

"At least I've found out now that you're not exactly him."

"Now you can tell me about him," said Onikiri.

"We started researching human simulation a long time ago, when it was still a relatively new field that was in need of a breakthrough - we were all quite young, arrogant, thinking that we could change the world, and working tirelessly for our ideals , like a hot-blooded fool who thought he was the smartest man in the world, we lived in a small house, and then he died of lung disease from post-war pollution at the age of 26."

Minamoto gave a mocking smile.

Some of us still have a fondness for the past.For some reason, this sentence came to Onikiri's mind, and Minamoto Raimitsu used to say this sentence often.

"After that, I completed my first successful humanoid work without releasing it to the public."

"That's me." Onikiri said.

"It's you." Minamoto Raimitsu replied.

The injured arm on his chest was suddenly as cold and hard as a corpse.

"I'm sorry," Minamoto said.

"Yeah, you're sorry," he said sarcastically, "just to let me be born out of selfishness; just to let a lowly artificial person dare to have the delusion of being human; just to let this Fooled by your rhetoric, ignorant sims surround you like fools as replacements for old lovers—and all you can offer me is a flimsy apology."

He laughed:

"What a great common ideal, what a touching love, is there any poet who writes poems for you? - No? What a pity, someone should write down your story and recite it as a ballad!"

"It's not all like that." Minamoto Raimiko said softly.

He stared fiercely at Minamoto Raimitsu—he spoke too hastily, too quickly, and became more and more intense, as if after strenuous exercise, his chest was still rising and falling, and he was still panting. At this moment, he heard Minamoto Raimiko say:

"Actually, after all these years, when I think about him, no matter how hard I try to think about him, I don't feel the sadness of losing him, but as long as you are in my heart Beside me, every time I see you, I feel myself being reawakened, and my heart is surging, as if... I have returned to the old days when I was with him."

There was a strange silence, and the grave that was about to be dug would not bury more heavy silence. The anger and pain almost stopped the beating of Onikiri's heart.

"I will not let the opportunity go away again." Minamoto Raimitsu said.

He heard a clear rattling sound around him, like the sound of iron clenching, and then a female voice from the butler system announced:

"The doors and windows have been locked successfully, do you need to turn off the light source?"

Onikiri suddenly remembered that this was Minamoto's home - everything here would follow his orders.

"From the moment you stepped into this door, I have no intention of letting you leave again." Minamoto Raimitsu said.

"You're completely crazy." Onikiri growled in a low voice,

They struggled, as if they were sewn together, Onikiri's hand stuck inside Minamoto's shirt, Minamoto's hand reached into his naked waist, the threatening gun fell to the two like Out of sight of the bare-handed fighter who was like a sworn enemy—until Minamoto Raimitsu temporarily gained the upper hand, laying on Onikiri, pushing him hard towards the coffee table.The back of his head hit the hard wooden horn, his eyes went black, and then Venus exploded, staggered and fell on the sofa, his limbs stretched out, like an octopus landed on the shore.At this moment Minamoto came towards him panting again, he could feel warm blood dripping from behind his ear to his chin, and the pain scratched his cheek like a blade.

At that moment, Onikiri's brain went blank, his blood rushed, he pulled out his gun, opened the safety, aimed at Minamoto Raimiko, he was still walking in his direction, go, go, then——

bang.

The sticky blood splashed on his hands, he opened his eyes, Minamoto Laiguang was bending over and covering his calf, the blood stained his pants.

"So you really wanted to kill me." Minamoto Raimiko said.

Because of the pain, he knelt on the ground, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, he kept breathing and exhaling, his face was paler than a ghost.

Suddenly some kind of siren came from the street outside, squeaking and screaming very harshly, coming closer and closer.

"It's night watch." Onikiri murmured, not knowing whether his face or Minamoto's expression was closer to death.

He couldn't let them find himself, he struggled to walk, and just as he turned around, something sharp rushed towards him with the wind and pierced into the muscles of his back, Onikiri pulled it out, and saw that it was a Tube needle.

"I won't let you go, honey."

said the voice behind.

Everything in front of him gradually blurred in front of his eyes.