Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 2315 Video letter left to Lin Sanjiu (6)

If you listened carefully to my story, you might think I made a mistake.

"Don't kill people" is the most important rule of the adoptive mother; and "You can't eat R meat unless you are desperate" is another rule-as I said, the latter is the first rule I broke.

I am not wrong.

That evening, the sun was gradually setting.My shadow stretched, crawled over the second-floor siding that fell into the courtyard, and was swallowed up by broken bricks and weeds.The gate of the house I have lived in for 20 years is miraculously standing upright amidst the remains of the ground; there is also a rattan basket placed by my adoptive mother at the gate, which is full of pine cones I picked up when I was in the fourth grade of elementary school.

"There is a kind of rustic beauty, isn't it?" She said to me after putting the rattan basket away, "You are very good at finding beauty."

The adoptive mother once changed her muddy shoes in front of this door, squatted and trimmed the branches and leaves of potted flowers, hung garlands on the door, and dropped heavy shopping bags.In summer she often pulls out a chair and sits here reading a book.

Now behind this door, the adoptive mother, who is mutilated and suffering from illness, is exhausting all her strength, desperately trying to suck a little bit of air into her chest cavity.

I don't know how she can still struggle to speak in such pain.

"Really, I'm the only one living here," she said in a hoarse voice, struggling to speak every word. If my hearing hadn't evolved, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to distinguish her words from groans. "You can do whatever you want, and I don't have much work left, so I don't care anymore. But besides me, there's really no one else here..."

Strange footsteps stopped on the wooden floor of my house.

"Shut up," a voice ordered casually.It's as if what the adoptive mother just said is not a language that humans can understand, but just the sound of animals.

"The one in the photo is your son, right?" Another voice said, "You are a cripple, and you can't survive on your own. When will your son come home?"

I didn't hear my adoptive mother's response, because I was walking quietly to the other side of the house at that time.In the barrier formed by the collapse of the wall of the neighbor’s house, there is a hole in the wall of my house hidden. There are broken building materials beside it, bricks and stones all over the ground, and wild grass half a person’s height... It’s hard to call people. Discover.

It wasn't until I crouched outside the hole in the wall that I realized that I'd walked through so many things without making a sound—not even a rustle I could catch myself.

I peered into the living room.

Due to the angle, I didn't see my adoptive mother at first.Two strangers are standing in our living room, their lower body is blocked by the sofa; they stand on one side, one on the other, with a large space in between, their eyes flick to the gate for a while, and for me for a while The unseen vacant lot.

...I don't want to talk about it.

I hope you can understand me, I didn't mean to whet your appetite.

Death is not scary to me, and I don’t have anything to cling to and cherish; but when I think of the scene when I first met my adoptive mother in the orphanage after I died, she clings to her tightly. The strength when I grabbed my wrist, and the life we ​​have spent together since then, will disappear and no one will ever know, so I feel somewhat regretful.

I want to tell you so you can remember the story for me.You will understand the ending I have arranged for myself through your hand.

For the first 25 years of my life, the world I knew was my adoptive mother.

The war ended two worlds, one theirs and one mine.

Have you heard of this evolutionary ability?Several "fetal eggs" can be produced from the fallen species that were hunted, and these "fetal eggs" can be planted in the human body, and then several domesticated fallen species can be born with human nutrition, which will obey your orders.

This kind of ability does not distinguish between men, women and children, as long as the target is a human being, it can be used as a petri dish for the fallen species; of course, the elderly and weak people do not have many "fetal eggs" that can carry and raise them, and they are definitely not as good as young people. The effect is good.

When I say this, you should understand.

Irony?
The adoptive mother who decided to go to the orphanage to adopt because she has no fertility, the way of ending her life is to be regarded as a uterus for giving birth to fallen species.

I didn't know at the time that both of them were evolutionaries from the outside world.I thought that my plan and weapons, my familiarity with the terrain of my home, and my newly evolved physical ability were enough to enable me to successfully knock them down... Looking back now, my weakness and arrogance at that time is really shocking. People are surprised.

I thought I went in to save my adoptive mother, but in the end it was my adoptive mother who saved me again.

At that time, she was almost no different from a piece of panting meat; including me, I didn't pay much attention to her-I just thought, the time has come, after I killed the two people in front of me, I It is also necessary to end the life of the adoptive mother.

It was this kind of adoptive mother who unexpectedly got her strength out of nowhere and saved me at a critical moment.

Hey, I obviously stopped talking, but I couldn't help but start talking again.

All in all, after that day, my old world ended.I was thrown into a disordered, sprawling new world with no one telling me what to do.

I hugged her broken body and kept saying, Mom, I still have a lot of questions I want to ask you; I still have a lot of uncertainties.

Is what I did in the hospital against the rules?

The order of the old world has collapsed, where is the new frontier?
Mom, where are you going?
The adoptive mother did not speak.Before she died, the last thing she left me was her thumb, gently caressing my hand - as light as a bird's feathers sweeping, as eyelashes closing not far away Light, as light as a dissipated breath—and then it fell.

This is the first time since I came to my adoptive mother that she failed to complete one thing from the beginning to the end; this thing comforts me.

I sat next to her blankly, and I clearly remember a moment when I wondered whether the human suffering I had seen and enjoyed was close to the feelings that arose in my heart at this time?how close
Will it change me?
The last question, I will never know the answer, because when I looked up, the two people were still breathing.

Let me give you a brief account of how I broke the first rule, and there will be more after that, without going into details.

There are many good things about them, at least in my opinion at the time.With the help of my abilities, I almost learned how to find and use special items, and how to use all the resources around me almost without a teacher.

"I, I have long wanted to get rid of the burden that has been controlling me."

As I said that, I put down a hot pot in front of the awakened man.

"The person who has the ability has already been killed by me. But you are just a helper, I don't think the crime is worthy of death, not to mention that you helped me get rid of my adoptive mother. After we finish this dinner, I will let you go." you go."

Of course he didn't dare to eat it.

"Where's my companion's body?" he asked cautiously.

"You don't have to worry about that." I said, "It's rare to have meat, and I won't waste it by poisoning you."

He stared at me without blinking; I did not play a trick, but took two bowls of meat out of the same pot, one in front of him and the other in front of myself.

"My goulash is outstanding," I forked a piece of meat and popped it into my mouth. "My adoptive mother said the same thing."

Hunger, aroma, and peace of mind are all good appetizers; the man whose name I have forgotten, after watching me finish a bowl of stew, finally couldn't hold back, and ate his own bowl with big mouthfuls empty.

Of course he knew that what he might have eaten was human flesh.

He just didn't know whose human flesh he was eating.

"Is it delicious?" I asked kindly.After getting an affirmative answer, I said, "Then why don't you look down?"

Do you remember the painkiller I found?
I fed him so much while he was still awake that I was surprised he didn't overdose to death.

When I started, I was very careful.He had already suffered a lot of injuries, and even after taking painkillers, the unbearable discomfort was inevitable; I picked up thick fleshy places like thighs, arms, and lower back, and cut off many strips carefully. , and performed a hemostatic (burning) bandage on him.

When he looked down, I sat on the other side of the table, folded my hands and closed my eyes.Just like a symphony, only by immersing yourself in can you enjoy waves of more intense pleasure and capture the subtle and subtle changes in the huge syllables.

Thanks to the healing and recovery items on them, I enjoyed five full days just for this kind of fun.

This way of playing can be changed in many ways, such as letting them compete to eat each other's meat, whoever eats fast will be spared from being cut for a day; or order food from each other, and only when they reach a certain weight can they qualify... You probably Don't like to hear such details.

Feeding meat is just the beginning.I prefer mental torments; instead of hunting for food and medicine, I spend all my free time devising the most ingenious forms of torment.I can say without shame that I later made them experience all the negative emotions that human beings can experience. It is worth mentioning that the body is only an auxiliary means, and the greatest torture tool is hope.

I almost broke the rules set by my adoptive mother on both of them.

I know that in essence, I'm taking revenge; but my adoptive mother didn't say whether it's okay to take revenge—what's more, even if it is possible, the means of revenge don't have to be so cruel, so I still violated the rules, even Taking advantage of loopholes doesn't count.

That was my happiest time, and it was also my unluckiest time.

Every day is blood-red, and my mind is buzzing. I don't know if it's excitement or other mixed emotions... so much so that I can't remember many places clearly when I recall it now.

I remember screaming and crying, remembering one of them laughing wildly, remembering the lingering stench in my house, which I finally got used to; during that time, I even forgot to water my adoptive mother's arrowroot , I just remember that one day, as if waking up from a dream, when I looked at it, I found that it had already died.

If I could feel ashamed, I think I would.But alas I can't.

After my toy finally died, I completely left my home for the first and only time in 20 years.

I thought that if I wanted to take my adoptive mother's thumb bone with me, her body should have been decomposed; but I walked around in front of her grave a few times, and finally left without touching her.

There's no need for my mother to keep looking at me like that.

　After writing this chapter, I found that it was a few hundred words shorter than the anti-theft... I will make it up for you tomorrow!Visually, this paragraph is almost finished. It can be said that the development of the story is very unsurprising.

　
(End of this chapter)