Beast

When Cuenca returned to the villa, Love Saint happened to call the poet.

The love saint said that everything went well here, and asked the poet how it was.

The poet said it was quite good, he squinted at Kunka, and added in a low voice-"Has your owner..."

"No," said Lover, he knew what the other party was spying on for Cuenca without the poet pointing it out, "Pero and Mario were drinking at the villa at night, and no extra people came. After a few days, the handover is over. go back."

The poet said yes, and before hanging up the phone, he suddenly remembered something, and said, "I took a few pictures of the forest, which are very beautiful, should I send them to you or wait for you to come back and look at them?"

"Don't send it to me, I'm afraid someone will follow the signal." Love Saint said, "I should hang up too, no one in Mario understands."

The lover turned off the phone and put it in his pocket.

In fact, he is not simply afraid of signal tracking, he is also afraid of other things crossing the line.

He knew that the poet had a crush on him, and that crush wasn't just as simple as having sex in bed. As Cuenca and Perot got closer, he had more and more opportunities to get along with the poet day and night.

Poets like to talk to him, and apart from Cuenca, poets talk to him the most.The poet likes to drink with him, and after drinking, he will find a secluded place to hang out.The poet also likes to send him news or call him when he has nothing to do. These behaviors are what Cuenca did to Perrault, but the poet did it to the lover-the lover didn't know whether to be moved or worried.

It is felt that the poet does not often have the opportunity to be close to people, and he feels that he can be trusted, just as Perrault can be trusted with Cuenca.

However, Love Saint knows that this is different.

It's not the first time that Love Saint has been liked by others, and he naturally liked others, but none of them turned out to be good.

Not to mention that the first one was killed by himself, the next few people almost didn't even have time to recognize their emotions, they disappeared into the crowd, and they didn't know which mission they died in.

Qingsheng recalled his original intention when he became a fighting beast, which was a goal without a goal.

He has never stopped fighting since he was a boy scout.He didn't know what he would do when he stopped, what he could do.

He remembered the three months when he stayed in the medical center for a short time. It was when he was just transported out of the rainforest, and it was probably the negotiation period when the owner had not yet reached a human trading deal.He and the others had nowhere to go, so they were locked together, bored every day wishing that there was another fight that would hurt them, or give someone else a chance to get hurt.

It is a cruel pity that there is no such opportunity.

For maximum proof of the health of the population, they were kept in separate sponge rooms.

The soft wall feels nothing to the touch, and hitting the head against it will only cause a dull pain, and there is no pleasure.Perhaps also to prevent these traumatized people from self-harming, even their cutlery is made of plastic.

Those days were really boring, so boring that the lover could tear out the pages of the books that came in, and then mess up the page numbers, and put them back page by page.

There are only three hours of free time each day, and they try their best to pick things up during these three hours.

Some of the veterans who had been there for a while got a little drug from somewhere, and they swarmed like locusts. Even if the powder fell on the ground, they would grab it and stuff it up their noses.

That's the stop that Love Saint hates.

Love Saint does not take drugs, but because of the cessation of emptiness, he will also take drugs, and even have a hungry desire for drugs.

Childhood has an extremely important impact on a person's life, and the lover's childhood was spent running, surviving, killing or escaping, so that once he stopped, he would At a loss.

During the last week of those three months, Lover didn't even get out of bed.He doesn't eat or drink, just keeps his eyes closed.He felt every twitch of his body, felt his heartbeat sometimes inexplicably violent and sometimes inexplicably slow.

He wished to die like this.

Yes, he'd rather end it if he didn't have to taste gunpowder again.

But fortunately, before he completely collapsed, he was taken to the fighting beast training ground.When he was ordered by the instructor to carry sandbags on his back and run on the muddy path, his legs gave way and he fell directly into the mud.

He was covered in mud and his face was filthy. His hands and feet couldn't even use his strength due to three months of inactivity. He was panting, sucked muddy water into his nose, and then coughed hard, as if trying to choke his lungs out.

But he felt incomparably enriched.

Because he was back on the battlefield, and on the battlefield, he never had to think about what to do when there was no war.

How could he know what to do, the battlefield was the only environment he was familiar with, and without it, he couldn't survive.

He has no home, no past, no future, and no skills other than killing people—what else can such a person do except continue to do this business.

The poet, on the other hand, symbolizes the static, or at least a static result.

It may be a house in the rainforest, a dining table and a few small dishes, it may be the morning exercise after washing hands in the gold basin, and the night reading at night, it may be with the person you like-an object that does not know whether it exists-finally Live a peaceful life in front of the court and behind the house.

As long as the picture passes through the mind of the lover, it will appear extremely strange.

What followed was a surge of fear after being unfamiliar.

It is not so much that Lover is not interested in such a life at all, it is better to say that he fears and looks forward to it.He has killed countless companions with his own hands, and he really doesn't know whether the vows of eternal love between Pero and Cuenca today will turn into wars tomorrow.

When the time comes, he will kill the poet, and he is sure that he will not show mercy.

Perhaps it is also because of this self-restraint and alienation that it is easy for him to see other people's feelings clearly.

For example, he can see that this guy who has been playing with some gadgets—to be precise, a fighting beast, although Love Saint has never seen such a painting style of fighting beasts—likes Mario very much.

Originally, after the little guy took him and Perot to the villa, he was sent into the study to play.But after a few minutes, he got out and stayed together in the living room.

He didn't speak, just fiddled with something that looked like an engine.

Mario seemed to feel that it was dangerous for him to be in the vicinity-Perot said that this little brother might explode in place at any time-so he called him away and asked him to toss around in the yard.

However, after playing for less than 10 minutes, he came over with a few babies at this moment, and went to the balcony on the second floor to stay with the lover.

From the balcony you can see two chairs in the shade, where Mario and Pero are talking.Their voices cannot be heard, but their appearance can still be seen.

So this little brother would look up occasionally, then touch the small engine, and then look up again.

"It's not easy for the owner to have a relationship with the fighting beast. Didn't your owner tell you?" Seeing him like that, Love Saint couldn't help reminding.

C4 looked up at him and said, "I don't understand your accent."

Love Saint laughed, of course the fucking little guy could understand, just because his neck turned red all of a sudden, Love Saint dared to bet that he could understand.

Love Saint walked up to him and stood down, looked up and down for a while, and then said—"The instructor taught you that on the first day you entered the fighting beast training camp. It could be that your training camp is opened in a different way from mine. advocate this?"

C4's hand stopped for a moment, he put down the small motor, and began to knead the small dough next to him.He still repeated "Your accent is so strange, I can't understand it", and then vigorously shaped the dough, as if he was pinching a bear.

Love Saint finds it funny, let alone this little guy has almost no tattoos on his body, not even any decent muscles or scars, is he really a fighting beast?Forgive the love saint for his lack of knowledge, I really don't know which training camp can cultivate such a fighting beast.

So the love saint also pinched the dough a few times, deforming the little bear's ears, and then asked—"Where do you come from, your training camp education is very special, and you even teach you how to do handwork—"

But just after saying this, Lover sensed something was wrong from the feel of the dough.

This little brat is not kneading dough, he is kneading a bear with C4.

Love Saint stood up like an electric shock, and immediately took a few steps back.

Although he knew that the C4 bomb was the most stable, and it would be fine if it ignites and hits, he felt that the thing that looked like a motor next to it was not a motor anymore, and it might explode with the same energy as a detonator.

Seeing the vigilance of the lover, C4 raised his eyes to look at the lover again, this time he didn't pretend to be stupid, he mixed some small dough with brown dregs, and put it on the small motor, while explaining calmly—"You Don't be afraid, everything is under my control, this thing will not explode unless I do so."

As he spoke, C4 lit a match and approached a small hole in the small motor.

Love Saint immediately planned to stop it, but he was still a step too late.

The small hole was not ignited, but the moment it was heated, the whole motor rotated rapidly.It rotated very fast, driving the gears next to it to move, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, sparks appeared.

C4 also panicked. He probably didn't realize the boundary and difference between "unless I do this" and "I really did this", so he raised his hand and immediately threw away the small motor.

The motor rolled a few times and stopped at the corner of the balcony. After calming down for two seconds, it suddenly exploded with a bang.

In an instant, a hole was blown out on the balcony where Lover and C4 were, and the wooden board on which the two were lying squeaked and screamed a few times, unable to support their weight, and took them to the first floor. Grass smashed away.

Pero and Mario immediately turned their heads and saw the two huddled together on the grass.And the small motor was still spraying sparks, and after spraying for a while, it finally went out.

The two lay on the grass for a while, C4 burst into tears, and ran towards Mario in a stumbling manner.

And the lover's face was covered with ashes, he patted his buttocks, stood up, and stood there in a daze.

Perot looked at Mario worriedly—"How many times has he blown up like this?"

Mario narrowed his eyes, and said helplessly—"Every day... more or less, let's explode something."

Perot suddenly felt that the Lover was so kind, it was so worry-free, it was so safe, it was so perfect that he wanted to go and give Lover a loving hug.