[Skeleton Gang] Wheat Field With Crows

eye.

This time he was a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I won't remember wrongly."

"I didn't mean that." The other party explained with a smile, "It's just that the way you write is very interesting."

Like a teenager doing cheat sheets before an exam.

December252009Snowy

For a long period of time after that, Tsunayoshi Sawada would go to the sister described by the prisoner every time he took a break.

She doesn't live at that address, and there is no picture of her, so Tsunayoshi Sawada can only look for a needle in a haystack based on the name and those similar characteristics to Rokudokuku.

"Don't worry about it. My two younger brothers will take care of her," said the prisoner.

The prison guards fell into an inexplicable sense of responsibility, and when they met him, they would feel ashamed of failing to live up to their trust.

Once you put something related in your heart, the number of meetings seems to increase.

The scheduled meeting in the timetable has not changed, perhaps due to the stagnation of the eyes and the extension of the illusion.The chance beyond the timetable is only the inevitable intersection in a small space.

Winter goes to spring.Spring goes to summer.

Hot weather brews humid water mist.

The thick walls of old buildings keep out excess heat, so there is often centuries of shade even in the hottest midday.

A stream of pale gold light slanted between the wooden frames.

He held the new books that had not had time to dissipate the smell of ink and put them into different categories one by one. When he bent down to take out a few old books that were badly damaged, the natural light was blocked by the figure.

"Why does the logistics department bully you?"

Liu Daoku half lowered his eyes, the corners of his mouth were full of jokes.

"Where is..."

He originally conceived more than a dozen excuses, but all of them slipped away at this moment, scattered among the cramped bookshelves.His brows and eyes were panicked, naked｜exposed in the light.

"Okay, so you still have to register the damaged bibliography?"

"Yes."

He walked to the corner of the long table, put the old books in his arms and the registration book on both sides, and started the boring work. He couldn't help being distracted, and the nib of the pen trembled, leaving ink blobs.

The prisoner sitting directly opposite was as relaxed as in his own study, his fingertips were reflected by the diffuse reflection of the rough paper, rosy and transparent.He is suitable for natural light, which makes his pale complexion look alive, unlike his frank body under the incandescent light when we first met. Although young and strong, he is full of beauty unworn by bloated life like a wild cheetah, but is overwhelmed by that The piercing cold light source is covered with cruel shackles, and the vitality is covered in death and mechanical breath.

This prison will be like the most stingy zoo, cannibalizing mitochondria and accelerating decline.

He knows that he should not have ideas that run counter to his profession, or even go against the moral norms.But it is the same thing that Satan attracts man and God restrains man.

nature.

There is no distinction between good and evil.

Good and evil are appendages of civilization.

He is a race raised by the civilized world, and now he is drawn closer and closer to the edge, with the abyss ahead.

The person who led him here was as safe as ever, as if he didn't know anything about it and he seemed to have seen through it long ago.

This person who completed the shaping in the abyss world.

He has the longest and darkest family history, having been used as the family's guinea pigs throughout his childhood, along with his younger siblings.

After he grew up, he killed all the clansmen except his brothers and sisters alone, and then started hunting on a larger scale.

Hunt the mafia for the mafia like you hunt the vampires for the vampires.They themselves are outside of good and evil, and their good and evil systems are not the same parent.They will never recognize each other and cross the ditch to the other side.Trees without roots have only one dead end.

He could only stand on the edge and look at the abyss, maintaining the final distance.

Suddenly a hand shook in front of his eyes, it was only for a moment, but the special smell of the skin of that hand still made him a little concerned.

The light but bitter taste is like killing itself.

"how?"

"Your handwriting," said Liudaokui, "it will be very embarrassing for the people who accept it if you write it down like this."

The words are written like an earthworm drunk.Sawada Tsunayoshi tore off the page in embarrassment and was about to rewrite it, but an open drawing book was pushed in front of him.

"The last painting was torn off." Liu Dao Mu said casually.

"Judging from the comparison table below, this is the work that drove Vincent into complete despair."

Why was it torn off? Could it be that someone wants to collect it, or just tore a [-]-gram piece of coated paper for some purpose?By the way, as long as the angle is well grasped, the edge of coated paper of this thickness can be dangerous.

The prison guard's face paled instantly.

"Don't be nervous, I don't think anyone here is so amazing, it should just be collected."

Liu Daowuo sighed softly, "It's understandable. After all, I want to do the same."

"Mr. Liu Dao also likes this painting?"

"Yes, but if I stole it, it must have been just to make you rage and rush over and yell at me for confinement."

He said joking words, but his eyes were focused on appreciating works of art.

At this moment, the prison guard's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were like resin that had just dripped into his face, congealing into amber.

It's so beautiful.

But he is not an insect in amber.

On the day he was defeated, he had foreseen the next inevitable victory.

It just takes time.

And need to satisfy this intoxicating greed.

August172009Fine

And then another winter.

January062010Cloudy

Even the heating pipes are wet and cold during the days when the snow is melting, and my body is sluggish and shrinking.

Snow water seeped into the body of this steel giant along every crack, catalyzing the corrosion, and rust-colored water stains could already be seen in the dark corners.

The bones are like soaking in ice water.

The only time they quarreled was in this languid weather.

Liudao Mukuo's smile, which always maintains a satanic charm, was frozen cold and serious, while the prison guard narrowed his docile eyes and gritted his teeth like an angry lion.

The original cause can no longer be traced, but since there is no memory, it can be determined that the bed sheets are messed up or the faucet is not screwed properly during a routine inspection.

They talked about the bloody prison escape method of Liudaoshou from trivial matters, and then they talked about his behavior of taking money from the mafia to hunt down the mafia, about his distorted worldview, and about his two younger brothers and one younger sister hiding away because of his distortion. Life in Tibet.

In this way, Liu Dao Mu was touched to the reverse scale.

He said what do you, a person who can live on the light-receiving side of a triangular prism from birth to death, know.

Tsunayoshi Sawada roughly looked back on the 25 years he had lived. The lackluster childhood and youth had no unforgettable memories, and then the youth when his future was controlled by his parents with pressure, and now.He lives in depression and restraint all the time, unless a prisoner riots and forces him to explode.

It is indeed only white and gray.

But he also looked at the dark side and shadows without any hindrance.

And empathize with your natural sensitive intuition.

Even if he just looked at Liu Dao Mu, he would bear the painful memories conveyed by the other party's breath.

So the feeling of being scorned by Liu Dao Mu made him more sad than being called trash by anyone.

This quarrel gradually evolved into weird content of "You can't understand me" and "You just look down on me because of your pride and pride".

The way to resolve conflicts is not to fight but to quarrel, which is even weirder.

When two men quarrel and quarrel for a long time without making a move, especially if they are prison guards and prisoners but forget their identities and systems, and forget that the prisoners in the dormitory next door can clearly hear and the opposite can clearly see, this kind of quarrel may be It's an irresistible intimacy.

When they noticed it, each other's faces seemed to have been soaked in snow water.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked blankly into the distance, as if he could escape the urgency nearby.He saw the corner of the wall above the pool with large water stains, and the water droplets flowed down from the gap like unstoppable blood.

Such a poor life.

Even if he could feel it, how could he truly live it as his own memory.Although it was painful, it was still not enough to infect him into the same color as the person who had really experienced this.

"It was my mistake." He whispered softly, stepped back out of the room, locked the door, and apologized like a reckless stranger who accidentally broke into a private house.

He didn't go far, because someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the iron rail with enough strength to be convicted and sentenced.

He can feel every micron of breathing behind him, the heating of oxygen molecules, and the acceleration of negative charges.Events are subdivided into microcosms, and time stretches over a long period of time.

It was a very, very long time.

He fell into the hug across the cold iron bars, and the prisoner's soft voice touched his ears.

"It's bad luck to say goodbye to a prison guard, so I should say goodbye forever."

He hadn't had any memories to hold on to in old age, now he has many.

And drop the tombstone here.

Sawada Tsunayoshi went to the monitoring room to serve tea and water, and finally persuaded his old classmate Irie Masaichi to cut out the part where the prisoner was suspected of molesting the prison guard.

It was foggy at night, and the air in the place where water dripped everywhere was so humid that people wanted to grow gills.

The lamp flickered like a ghost, flickering on and off.

Suddenly the entire prison short-circuited.

After a power outage for half an hour, Liudao Mu, the most troublesome escaped prisoner, escaped through the thick fog, and evaporated like fog.

February192010Foggy

"Dust cells swallow the dirty particles in the alveoli into their own cell walls, integrate with themselves, and then go through a series of assembly lines and finally spit it out of the mouth, which is the origin of the annoying phlegm. And the prison is the spittoon."

"Then Mr. Prison Guard."

"Am I guilty?"

"If I am guilty, are the dirt particles that made me guilty?"

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