Endless Debt

Helt was lying flat on the bed, with the window beside him open. The moist sea breeze carried a strange smell, which smelled like the stench of rotting corpses in a pile of dead fish.

Closing his eyes, Hert felt like he was lying in a pile of corpses. He could feel countless flies and mosquitoes surrounding his head, and large numbers of rats peering at him from the shadows, like vultures, waiting. Waiting for the moment when you die, they can pounce on you and have a feast.

There were cramps in his mind, and Hert frowned. He felt that his mind was full of mold, and they were slowly spreading, filling his nasal cavity bit by bit, and then from his mouth and nose. Grow out.

The whites of Helt's eyes were bloodshot, and cold sweat formed on his forehead. It seemed as if countless hands were grabbing his body, and every move brought a strong sense of exhaustion.

A hazy light shone from the window. At this time, there was a touch of milky white at the end of the sky. The noise outside became noisy again. It was the early fishermen preparing to go out to sea to catch fish.

Taking deep breaths repeatedly, Helt tried to calm down his breath. With red eyes, he opened the cabinet, opened the caps of pill bottles one after another, grabbed a handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth.

Hallucinations.

A strange genetic disease hidden in the blood of the Motley family is mainly manifested in various severe mental effects and neurological disorders, and as the age increases, its effects become more intense until the patient dies.

The Motley family spent a long time trying to cure the disease, but to no avail. They couldn't even figure out where the disease came from.

Some people say that the Motley family encountered a curse on the sea, while others criticize that this is the result of the backward feudal traditions of the people of Xitao.

The tribes of the Xitao people consider themselves a nation of the sea and feel that the people on land have sinful blood. Therefore, the people of Xitao will never go ashore unless necessary, nor will they have any contact with people on land.

Tribes are marrying each other, and the story of the people of Xitao continues to be written on the sea. However, there are too few people in Xitao after all. In addition, marriages between close relatives have brought all kinds of deformities and diseases. And this was only realized by the people of Xitao after the emergence of modern medicine.

The Motley family has always suspected that psychiatry is the result of incest marriage. This mental illness is buried in the blood of the Motley family. Almost every Motley family member suffers from this disease, and then in hallucinations and madness. died in.

After pouring cold water into his throat and swallowing all the pills, Hert sat on the bed and picked up a cigarette. In order to fight against psychiatry, Hert never slackened on his research on etherification after being promoted to a power bearer.

Unfortunately, acquired efforts could not make up for his congenital disease. At most, it allowed Hert to maintain a firm will and maintain his own existence in the midst of crazy hallucinations.

Helt was already very tired. He picked up the cigarette between his fingers. Suddenly he found that his hand was shaking uncontrollably. Helt tried to calm it down, but his wrist was still shaking. His other hand suddenly He grabbed his wrist and the trembling subsided at this moment.

After a long period of calm, Helt burst into laughter. First, there was pain in his mind, then hallucinations, and then the gradual loss of control over his limbs.

Hurt is familiar with this.

This was how his father died. In the end, his father had lost control of his body. His muscles were all shriveled and atrophied. Even breathing required the help of instruments. He fell on the hospital bed and could not get up again.

The body has turned into a prison, imprisoning an almost crazy will.

Thinking about it carefully, I will soon be the same age as my father, and all this should come.

No matter how etheric the body is, it still has a mortal nature and cannot be completely exempted from innate earthly diseases.

Helt didn't care about this, he was only worried about his daughter and Emily.

Before Emily was born, Hurt had been praying sincerely, but he still could not reverse the terrible fate. Emily, like himself, suffered from psychiatry.

Helter did not continue to think about it. He cleared his mind, picked up the photos beside the bed, and looked at the group photos.

Only when he saw this group photo, Hurt would feel the long-lost tranquility, and only under the gaze of the group photo, could he sleep peacefully.

His eyelids became heavy. Just when Helt was drowsy, the stranger quietly stepped into the room. Just when he was about to get close to Helt, Helt woke up in the bed, and it was jarring. The sound of wind scratched the eardrums, and metal collided with metal at high speed, tearing out a fleeting arc of fire.

"you again……"

Hert's eyes were red. Sleeping peacefully was an extremely luxurious word for Hert, but the arrival of a stranger disturbed his sleep.

The stranger scoffed, "You're up so early, Hert."

Helt retracted the long knife, and then his figure began to collapse, losing its material form and turning into an untouchable gust of wind.

In an instant, the sound of intensive knife cuts continued, and the broken afterimages roared, as if a miniature storm was brewing indoors. The cold metal moved with the wind, striking thousands of blows in a few seconds.

Helt's figure began to reconstruct behind the stranger. The long knife was still held firmly in his hand. Under the friction of high-speed slashing, the end of the blade was slightly red and emitting high temperature.

The stranger still stood there. After a short delay, his body was broken into pieces on the ground. But even after he died, his flesh and blood still squirmed powerfully, crawling on the ground like a slug, pushing away holes. Scarlet bloodstains.

The stranger's head fell to the ground, and Hert chopped off half of his face with a knife, exposing the scarlet cross-section underneath.

"Wow, that's a really fast knife."

A hoarse voice sounded, and dark lines were interspersed on the broken flesh and blood, as if a skilled embalmer was stitching together to restore the broken corpse.

The black needle and thread quickly sewed up the stranger's limbs and internal organs. He coughed out a large amount of blood, and then slowly stood up. His body was covered with sutures, like an old stuffed toy.

Helter inserted the long knife back into the knife holder, and as if the stranger didn't exist, he sat back on his bed, holding a group photo in his hand.

"Don't be so cold, Helt, I'm here to help you, right?"

The stranger leaned over with a disappointed look on his face and sat side by side on the bed with Helt.

Helt did not look at the stranger. Like pain and hallucination, he had already become accustomed to the presence of strangers.

Helt has been trying to kill the stranger since he first met him a few years ago, but even if Helt cuts the stranger into mincemeat, he will still live.

At this point, Helt had to admit that the stranger did not lie to him. He was indeed an immortal.

"Get out of here, don't get in my way."

Hurt didn't want to see anyone unless necessary, especially people like them.

"No, no, no, Helt, I'm not here to bother you today, but I'm here to bring you good news."

The stranger put his arm around Helt's shoulder, pretending to be concerned.

"As long as you complete this matter, we will consider you to have paid off the debt, and the relationship between you and us will be wiped out."

It was indeed an enticing offer, and Hurt was tempted.

"My boss needs something," the stranger pressed his finger on the group photo, his fingertips lingering between Hult's wife and daughter, "and it happens to be in the hands of your brother, Nolen Motley."

"You just need to do us a small favor with your current predicament and your daughter's illness."

The stranger covered his face with his hands, opened them the next second, made a grimace, and shouted childishly.

"Pop! It's all gone at once."

"How about it, Helt, this deal is a good deal," the stranger added, fearing that Helt would not agree, "We never break our promises and we never lie."

"What is that thing?"

"Well...a square iron box is locked on a man's wrist, and that man is lying in your brother's Paradise," the stranger said, "Oh, that man is a defender. But please don’t worry, he won’t pose any threat in a short period of time.”

"Your job is simple. Find the man, cut off his arm, and give us the stuff. Then we'll be clear."

"Basekeeper... I guess that man's name is Gauld, right?" Hert took a long drag on his cigarette. He had just talked about this with Lebius a few hours ago, "You are robbing the game. , and is something guarded by a basekeeper.”

The stranger did not respond, but asked with a smile, "Do you want to refuse?"

Helt was silent and did not speak, and the stranger came close to Helt's ear and whispered.

“I will satisfy my boss and you will be reunited with your daughter.

What a great ending, right? "