Endless Debt

"Kedening, actually you are not suitable for this job."

In the dark alley, Kedening was squatting in the corner, breathing rapidly. Opposite him, David was leaning against the wall nonchalantly.

"me……"

Kedening looked at the blood in his hand. It was so bright and there were waves of warmth coming from it.

Something was squirming in his field of vision. Kedening looked towards the corner in horror. The man whimpered and crawled towards him.

He should have died. He was stabbed several times in the abdomen, but driven by the will to live, he still crawled stubbornly, longing for some hope.

"Although you brought me into this business, I still have to say that sometimes you can be cruel."

David played with the short knife in his hand, which was still dripping with blood. He raised his foot and stepped heavily on the man, like stepping on a rotten tomato. With a little force, more blood was squeezed out of the man's body.

"It's cruelty, not numbness. Being numb is just that you can't feel anything anymore, but under the gray shell, your heart is still weak.

You have to be cruel, Kedening. You can't say that you did all this for Gini. You need to do it for yourself, for yourself and Gini, so that you can be ruthless enough, and only in this way can you survive. "

David taught Kedening that although he had not killed many people, his childhood experience had given him a vicious heart very early on.

"I have never met my father, and my mother died very early. I spent most of my childhood in an orphanage. In many storybooks, the author described it as a warm place. Poor kids keeping each other warm.”

David knelt down and while talking, he looked at the dying man, his eyes that were gradually becoming cloudy, and the fear that was wailing in his depths.

“A sad story is a story after all, it’s not a warm place and the children usually fight over the few things they have.

Speaking of which, you also know my character. When someone came to provoke me, I would beat them up hard, even if I couldn't beat them. Over time, I began to be respected by others, and they respected my fists. I'm not easy to mess with, I'm a big bad guy.

But as time went by, I didn’t want to be like this. I also wanted friends, but everyone was afraid of me, so I started to spread some kindness. Once I got a few extra candies, I gave them to others. I thought This is a good start.

But at night I was pinned down on the bed and beaten. They thought my kindness was a sign of weakness, and I began to be afraid of them. After they beat me, their boss stood beside my bed and said to me He said harsh words and was surrounded by his younger brothers. I knew that if I took action, I would be beaten again. "

David's voice paused and he looked at his bloody hands.

"I was still young, not strong enough, and my fists were nowhere near strong enough, but I put a stone under my pillow with ridiculous patterns drawn on it with crayons. Whenever anyone asked me, I said it was my stone friend. .

My stone friend protected me and I picked him up and smashed the guy's face in. "

David said and laughed.

"Those little brats have never seen such a battle. Blood and teeth were flying. The guy even peed his pants in pain."

The laughter stopped and he deadpanned.

"But after winning, I wasn't happy."

Kedening was silent. He had known David for many years, but he had never heard David talk about this. Sometimes when asked by others, everyone only knew that David often lived on the streets.

"I'm not telling you about the ups and downs of my childhood. I'm telling you an example."

David handed the bloody dagger to Kedening.

"So do you understand? Kedening, you have no chance to be a good person. Look at the blood on your hands, and don't think about so-called goodwill. That feeling of being neither good nor bad will only harm you.

You are evil, we are evil, evil through and through, evil with no way out. "

Kedening slowly tightened his grip on the dagger and looked at the man beneath him. The man looked at him as if asking for help. The man knew very well that David was a complete lunatic. On the contrary, Kedening had some residual humanity. If he wanted to survive, he could only rely on Kodenin's Mercy.

Mercy... The last thing evil people need is meaningless kindness and mercy.

In the man's horrified eyes, Kedening seemed to have made up his mind and slit his throat with a short knife.

Blood gurgled out, and the man fell to the ground completely dead.

"Not bad," David looked at all this with satisfaction, his eyes falling on Kedening's face, "I just hope you are really cruel and don't close your heart so that you can't feel anything. "

Kedening did not speak and maintained absolute silence.

…

"Kudning, Ketning."

A familiar voice called, and she reached out her hand and gently touched her face to dispel the cold chill.

Kedening slowly opened his eyes. Although the light around him was dim, he could still clearly see the woman next to him. She leaned against him, gently touched his forehead, and wiped away the sweat with a handkerchief.

"Are you having a nightmare?" Gini asked.

Kedening recalled the dream just now, his expression was a little complicated, but he still nodded and responded.

"More or less, a nightmare, a bad nightmare."

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, I'm with you."

Gini said as she hugged Kedening's head, and the real touch between her skin dissipated a lot of the illusion of the dream.

"It's nothing, just a dream."

Kedening patted Gini's hand gently and sat up from the bed.

This is not a familiar home, but a strange room, a safe house that Kedening prepared for himself a long time ago.

There was a sharp pain in his mind. Kedening looked ferocious, raised his hand to cover his head, and kneaded it hard.

This is probably what the world should be like. Everything is changing rapidly. Yesterday, Ke Denning was an actor who attracted attention, and today he is a rat running away in a hurry.

He could no longer remember how he left the theater, and even his mood at the time was unknown.

Like a trance and broken dream, when Kedening woke up from it, he was already here.

Gini looked at Kedening, she knew exactly what happened, but Kedening didn't say anything, and she didn't ask anything.

She still remembered the scene last night. She was sober for a while, waiting for Kedening to return and tell her about the success of the show. But when the door was opened, what appeared in Gini's eyes was not Kedening, but a lost mouse.

Kedening didn't even have time to change his clothes. He was wearing a performance costume and heavy makeup on his face. He hugged Gini, and after a short pause, he took Gini away.

Something bad happened, but Gini didn't want to doubt Kedening. Kedening had done enough for herself, and she couldn't give Kedening anything but trust.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

After Kedening calmed down, Gini asked softly.

There was silence at first, and soon Kedening's voice sounded.

"Sometimes I can't tell the difference. Just like a person who is too deeply involved in a play, sometimes I can't tell what is reality or illusion. It seems that everything is reality and everything is illusion."

Kedening said expressionlessly.

When "Anthropophilia" was established, he was prepared to die, but when someone around him actually died, Kedening was extremely sad.

He was a little confused as to whether he was a cold-blooded villain or an ordinary person who had gone astray.

But soon, Kedening stopped thinking about it.

"It's nothing, I will take care of everything and wait here for my return."

Kedening kissed Gini's forehead gently, stood up, straightened out her clothes, opened the door and left.

The sky outside the window was dim and bright. Kedening had not slept for long at all. His pupils were bloodshot. In fact, he wanted to hold Gini and talk to him, but when the words came to his lips, Kedening could not say anything.

He couldn't tell Gini that you were a hungry demon and that the medicine you used every day contained souls. Nor could he say that he was a murderer with blood-stained hands and had sacrificed the lives of many people for all this.

In the end, Kedening couldn't say a word.

There is no need to say it.

The call was dialed and Kedening said straight to the point.

"I need two tickets to leave Opos. I'll leave tonight without attracting anyone's attention. Price is not an issue."

After a brief silence, a voice rang on the phone.

"Of course, that's what we do," the other party agreed. "Please tell me your address. I will send someone to pick you up before midnight."

Kedening moved his gaze out the window and looked at the metal nameplate on the wall of the building opposite. Out of caution, he reported another address.

After doing all this, Kedening thought about the plan. He could not place his hopes entirely on these gangsters. There was no essential difference between them and Kedening. Kedening knew them just as he knew himself.

As Kedening planned his escape, another voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Kodening, you have to live in a certain capacity. Have you thought about it?"

The man appeared next to Kedening at some point, and Kedening recognized the makeup on the man's face. It was Bart.

No...something's not quite right.

Before Kedening could say anything, the strange hallucination in front of him disappeared and there was nothing left. His expression was dull, as if everything just now was just his imagination.

He had a splitting headache, like sharp nails stuck in his brain. Fortunately, the pain was relatively short-lived, and Kedening recovered after a moment.

"You can't be a good person, and you can't be a pure evil person. What do you think? Ke Dening."

"me……"

Still couldn't give an answer.

"How pitiful..."

The man seemed to be talking to himself or talking to someone, falling into madness in the silence.