【Shadou】Alternative of the same kind

"You let me into your house, didn't you?"

Seeing Sandral's reluctant expression, Salaman clenched his fists and secretly made up his mind.

"Yes, I think you need to explain something to me."

He took another step back and stood on the line behind the threshold of his house.

"I can't go in." As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, his long bangs covering his eyes, and he looked a bit embarrassed——

— This is one of the secrets.

"Why can't you go in?"

He gestured at the door, pretending to knock on a non-existent wall out of thin air, "Is there anything blocking here?"

He jumped over the threshold, stood in front of Sandraar, and stepped back into the door.

"Is there anything you can't walk in?"

The person in front of him still lowered his head.

Salaman suddenly felt that this was a rare moment to embarrass this person, and secretly laughed.

"If you refuse to even enter the door, how can I trust you?"

Shelan Udos took the first step, and he walked a little stiffly, like a child who froze home after rolling in the snow in short sleeves.

The soles of the shoes rubbed against the concrete floor, and he shuffled into the house, passed Salaman blocking the door, stopped in the living room, turned around, and looked at Salaman.

Salaman closed the door, turned around and stood in front of him. Even though he was in front of him, there was still a small sense of distance.

Shelan Udos looked straight at him without expression. Salaman was just about to speak when he suddenly noticed that the man's expression changed.

His eyebrows are twisted, and he has a painful expression. Salaman remembers going to a traditional Chinese medicine hospital when he was a child, where Chinese herbal medicine was mixed into a medicine paste. He once thought that Chinese medicine was amazing, but what impressed him more was the distorted face after drinking the bitter Chinese medicine soup. .

This is Sandraar's expression now.

He saw that the ultramarine hair in front of him seemed to have changed color, and when he took a closer look, he found that blood was oozing from the scalp, the golden eye sockets began to congest, and flowed out from the corners of the eyes, and the blood oozing from the skin on the back was stained red and white The pale-skinned man was trembling unceasingly. He moved his arms uncomfortably and wiped the blood off his face with his hands, but the blood on his fingertips made the whole face even more ugly.

"Stop!!"

"Enough is enough! You can enter the house! I invite you to come in!!"

Salaman rushed over and hugged the poor man tightly with both hands.

Shelan Udos felt her body stop shaking, but then there was another source of shaking. Salaman's body trembled uncontrollably, and the red hair rubbed against Shelan Udos' neck, making a rustling sound.

"Sorry…"

He buried his face into the other's neck, and Shelan Udos smelled salty.

"I'm really sorry, sorry..."

He let go of his arms.

But his hands were still on his shoulders.

"Why are you apologizing?"

Shelan Udos' eyes were full of doubts.

"Hurt you for me."

"But that's because I didn't tell you the reason, don't you just want to know my secret?"

"not like this……"

"Now that you know the secret, why are you apologizing?"

"no!!"

Salaman exerted force subconsciously, pinching Shelan Udos in pain.

He patted the strange little ghost away with one hand.

"Ah, I didn't notice, sorry!"

"You really are an apologetic brat."

As he spoke, Silan Udos shook because the blood stuck to his clothes.

"Ah, please go take a shower and change your clothes. I'll get you some clothes and take you to the bathroom."

He took his sweater, black trousers, and a pair of white socks from his closet. He thought about the height of the other party who was not much shorter than himself, and thought that the other party should be able to wear them.

He took the bloodied man to the bathroom, put aside a change of clothes, closed the door and waited outside.

He heard the sound of rushing water inside, and then he returned to his room with peace of mind. He sat on the mattress and felt that something was sticking to his hands. He went under the mattress and found the knife—used to kill the plane tree.

He remembered, when those naive boys bullied him, the man standing in the snow - Sandraar.

[I'm going out, do you know where the side door is? 】

He remembered that this was the first sentence that person said to himself.

People who felt cold at that time are now cleaning the blood stains in their bathroom.It seems that this person is really not as intimidating as the first impression.

"You still have the knife."

The cold voice came from the door of the bedroom. Shelan Udos changed his clothes. His skin is red now. He took a bath with hot water. For a low-temperature animal, he is not used to that kind of high temperature, but cold water is not enough. Remove fast-clotting blood clots.

"Ah... I just found it just now..."

Shelan Udos walked into Salaman's bedroom. He saw the Rubik's Cube on the desk. It didn't accumulate dust. It seemed that it was often played. He took an open book and flipped through a few pages. It was a clipping newspaper made by Salaman. All kinds of death-related news were cut out and pasted on the paper by him, many of them were about "the dead whose blood was drained dry". It seemed that those were indeed from his subordinates, but there were too many dead people. He looked at the news of those dead I can't even remember the face.

"Mr. Cendral..."

Shelan Udos shook her head and exited the bedroom. Salaman got up to follow, but Shelan Udos closed the door behind her backhand.

The white door frame was inlaid with transparent glass, and Salaman's hands stuck to it, feeling a little cool, and his slanted bangs covered his eyes, but Shelan Udos knew that he was anxious, which was human's pursuit of knowledge and curiosity.

Shelan Udos also put his hands on the glass. His hands and the hands of the person inside the door were pressed together, feeling the gentle warmth from the palm of the other person.

He moved his hands horizontally, leaving the silhouette on the opposite side, and Salaman moved his hands accordingly.

"You're not human, are you?"

The person on the other side of the door didn't respond.

"I think some bloodthirsty and murderous things...you did it."

"I do not deny."

Shelan Udos withdrew his left hand.

"You're a vampire, am I right?"

The person opposite was stunned, and then shook his head slightly.

"I guess I'm human."

"So how old are you?"

Salaman's palm was still transmitting temperature.

"19 years old..."

He took his other hand away too.

"But I've been 19 for a long time..."

He turned to leave, and Salaman opened the door to follow.

"Candral..."

"wrong."

Shelan Udos put his left index finger on his own lips, and then on Salaman's mouth.

"This is a lie, and this is the secret you want to know."

"...not Cendral."

He gritted his teeth, as if the leader of a defeated army couldn't decide whether to surrender or die.

Since there can be no secrets.

"Franwoids? French"

"this is my name."

He let out a long breath like he was relieved.

"...And Sandrall?"

"Lyssandra France, my... brother."

"Shelan Udos, he gave me my first name, Florence, he gave me my surname."

"I don't have a home. He picked me up and gave me my name first. Before World War II broke out, we went to join the army. In order to register my name, he gave me my surname."

"But it looks like a random name. We joined the army in the UK, but he gave us the name French. I still laughed at why he didn't just call him England..."

"Now that I think about it, I understand that people without a home can't be counted as natives no matter where they are. Even if they have consciousness in the UK, they might be a Frenchman...but the name is not bad. Later, they supported France. Our surnames are quite popular."

"Shelan Udos..."

He tried to call this name, and unconsciously climbed his hand to the pale face in front of him. He did not resist this kind of intimate contact, and the same pale hand held the warmer hand on his face.

"Don't interrupt me, I want to go on."

The latter nodded and withdrew his hand.

"You still remember the stories I told you about the war. That's not a story, it's a personal experience."

"It's almost the end of the year, and the French area I'm in charge of is about to be liberated, but the fascist bitches are still determined. They sneaked into our command center. They planned it the day before signing the armistice agreement and pretending to surrender. German bombs Sophistication is as good as the Germans!"

"Many people died. Right in front of me, I summoned the army and sent my secretary to send a telegram to the side area for support. The army I sent was my brother's army."

"Then we had a disagreement. I felt that the next attack would follow and it would not be wise to send troops immediately, but my brother insisted on fighting now. He told me that no more innocent people could die."

"Facts have proved that he is right, I should give the order to start the war, but I can't speak..."

Salaman remembered the hypnosis of the psychological counseling, the war continued, the innocent died, the fighters fell, the politicians talked a lot, and the two were still arguing.

He remembered that one of the men with short ice blue hair kicked the long-haired man in the stomach.

"Ah, then he started beating me and kicking me. It really hurt, but thanks to him, I finally recognized the status quo."

Sure enough, that illusion is not fake, those people, those things, that feeling of suffocation, and that name - "Phoo".

"We won, but in a bit of a mess."

"It's a lot of losses, but now the entire northern territory has been liberated... Ah, yes, let me count the losses..."

The world stood still for about ten seconds.

"Sorry, I really can't remember, I can't remember."

"But my brother is dead."

I should have died too, but I didn't get shot in the heart, he bit me and kept me alive, that's when I found out, he lived a long, long time...in WW[-] he died Participated as a dead man, those memories of the First World War were his. "

"But logically speaking, vampires should be immortal, except for being afraid of the sun."

"I said, I'm not a vampire, I think I'm still human."

"There are no such fantastic creatures as vampires in the world. I am afraid of the sun, I need blood, and I have lived for a long time...but I also have weaknesses."

"Here." His finger pointed to his heart, and then to his neck.

"The heart is broken or punctured, or my head is chopped off, and I will die."

"I hope you understand this as a disease, not magic."

"I'm very sorry……"

"You really are a person who likes to apologize."

He spoke very slowly, some of the content was said carefully, and some places were mentioned casually. He was deeply impressed by some things that had an impact on himself, and he couldn't recall some unimportant things. He could only swear and tell himself that he really couldn't remember.

"I remember going back to British Headquarters after the war and seeing my brother's friends there ... he's the kind of guy who keeps people out of a thousand miles and it's not easy to have friends, but this guy is weird."

"When I came back from the dead, my appearance has changed, but everyone around me didn't seem to notice. When we met, they chatted and said that I was as young as before. Except that he said that I had changed after seeing me."

"I left the UK and ran around in Europe. After the establishment of the European Union, it was very convenient to go back and forth in the allied countries. I never saw him again."

"He should hate me. He thinks I killed my brother."

"Now I understand why he noticed my change."

Salaman remembered that Shelan Udos in the hallucination had ice-blue long hair instead of the gloomy ultramarine.

"He's like me, he's of the same kind."

"He probably wanted to kill me."

"Do you remember his name?"

Salaman could see the indifference and cruelty of cannibalism appearing on the face of this poor "patient".

The mutated canines rubbed against each other, chewing the names of their own kind and enemies.

"El Cid."

"What?!" With his fiery red eyes wide open, he knew the incredible fact.

"I say the man's name is—El Cid."

The same kind of tit-for-tat circled each other, and the lingering beings struggled to kick off the only straw that the other side grabbed.

——in order to keep myself alive.

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