【Hui Shimazaki】Guide to domestication of wild cats

"Whatever you rely on will become your Achilles' heel."

When Shimazaki said this, he spoke earnestly, like an amiable elder, guiding the direction of life for the younger generation.If he didn't hold Hanazawa's hand and cut his nails while talking, the scene would be more harmonious and beautiful.

"Do you have to cut it?" Hua Ze narrowed his eyes when he heard a click.

"To be fair, I don't have claws."

"It's not fair. You are taller, stronger than me, older than me, have more experience than me, and have more experience than me."

"Praise me?" Shimazaki bowed his head and kissed Fluffy's ear: "I'm so happy."

"Who praised you." The boy sitting in Shimazaki's arms bumped back with his elbow and hit Shimazaki's lower abdomen, and the latter hummed non-stop.

"Why? I didn't use much force." Hua Ze felt that he was exaggerated.

"The injury hasn't healed yet."

There is the wound that Huaze pierced through his chest, and the smooth skin leaves hideous scars like insects and snakes climbing.

When we met for the first time, the feline boy was like a natural weapon, eager to steal his heartbeat.It was so painful at that time, Shimazaki's forehead was sweating from the pain.He never knew what it felt like to be pierced, because he had never experienced this level of pain before.

If the killer can also set up a ranking list according to the level of performance like other legitimate professions exposed to the sun, Shimazaki dare not say that he will be the first, but he will be considered a leader.He is naturally suitable for this line of work, even if he lacks the most important things in the eyes of others, no one can despise him.

Shimazaki has killed many people, facing his overwhelming strength, these people can't even do the dying struggle.So, he rarely gets hurt.The last time it hurt like this was probably before the Boss picked him up.

When Boss found him in the orphanage, he was sitting quietly by the window.He obviously couldn't see it, but he stubbornly turned his head out of the window.

The sky outside the window is blue; there are clouds, which are white; and there are birds, which are colorful.He heard these from the fairy tale books read by the nurses in the orphanage, and imagined what they should look like in his mind.The sky should be like air, thin and transparent, sometimes cool and sometimes hot.The cloud should be like soft tofu that melts in one bite.The bird will make a pleasant chirping sound, which is roughly like the big and square wall clock that tells the time in the lounge, ticking and spinning in the transparent sky.

The other children rushed to get in front of the boss, trying to win his favor with their sweet smiles that they had practiced countless times.Maybe outsiders will think that orphans are simple and pitiful, but the fact is that they often mature earlier than anyone else. You don’t know how old their hearts are under the skin of young children, and they may be so decayed that they will be turned into dust when touched. , or maybe like an abandoned house covered with moss, with snakes spitting letters lurking in the ruins.

Younger children have not even learned the language well, but they already understand that adopters like and expect to have a well-behaved and sunny adopted child.So they tried their best to get closer to such an image, hoping to exchange their red faces full of smiles for a sheltered home.

The dean always said that Shimazaki was very good at laughing.

The child who can't laugh is the season's green bitter gourd. Just looking at it makes people's mouth watery, and their mood can't be clear.

The dean said, Shimazaki, you are already a bit worse than others, you have to smile more to be adopted.

It was a bit short, he said it very euphemistically, but Shimazaki knew that he was talking about his eyes.For as long as he could remember, he couldn't see anything.But until someone told him that it was abnormal, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

He can hear, touch, breathe, and taste.Knowing that someone is coming to dodge, he will go around when he kicks a rock, and he can catch the restless shoe sliding towards him when other children try to trip him, and then step on it unceremoniously.

What's wrong?He doesn't understand.Obviously those who laughed at him as a blind man couldn't even beat him in a fight.What is the difference between seeing and not seeing?

The dean sighed, you are such a stubborn child.There are many involuntary things in this world that make people suffer. Sometimes we smile to make ourselves feel better.

Shimazaki thinks I'm not feeling bad, if anyone wants to make me feel bad, I'll make him feel bad first.

"Hey, you, come here."

Boss noticed that there was another child sitting by the window, completely ignoring his presence.He yelled several times and still didn't answer. Looking carefully, he seemed to be a blind child.He looked at the dean with his eyes, and the dean smiled helplessly: "I'm sorry, this child is a bit special."

Special, here it is again, using such words to describe him again.

What's the difference?After all, the world they feel is different from their own!

"Yes, don't pay attention to him, he is blind and crazy, he is a little monster." The little boy who was pushed against the wall by Shimazaki in the morning and bumped his head angrily said angrily.He was very aggrieved, although he did it first, but he dared not complain after being beaten.One is because the dean knew that he would be punished for bullying Shimazaki, and the other was because other people knew that he was beaten like this by Shimazaki, and his self-esteem couldn't bear it.Stomach full of fire simmering, this time just happened.

Although he didn't know who the man in front of him was or what his occupation was.But everyone saw him coming in a luxury car, and the dean treated him respectfully, he was a rich man after all.It was their first choice for adoption, so no one was far behind, and neither was he.

"Crazy?" Boss' eyes fell on the little boy's head full of wounds, and then at Shimazaki - his face was fair and his hair was neatly combed.After being so slandered by others, his expression did not change, and he admired the invisible sky.He sneered, not knowing who he was laughing at.

"It's really special."

Shimazaki heard that from the man who was about to take him away.After the sound of the man's leather shoes faded away, he heard the boy spit again.

"Damn blind."

A moment ago, the innocent child spit out extremely vicious words.Look, it's so rotten inside.

He said "Damn", not just venting verbally, but really thinking that Shimazaki should die.Otherwise, his chance of being taken away by the rich will be lost.So, when he saw Shimazaki lying on the ground struggling to breathe, the joy of winning overwhelmed the fear of killing, and he smiled contentedly.

The external medicine that the dean put on the top shelf of the cupboard to treat heat sores has no special smell when mixed with water, but after taking it, the muscles can contract rapidly, the whole body goes into convulsions, and people die in excruciating pain.

The reason why I didn't put it away carefully was because the medicine was dark green like moldy bread.No matter what food it is mixed with, it will not be eaten by mistake.

Of course, that can only be known by those who can see it.

It hurts, Shimazaki remembered.The severe pain bit his body, leaving him nowhere to escape.He didn't know what was going on, or what would become of him, because there was nothing but darkness in his eyes.

It turns out that not seeing is such a terrible thing, he thought.

The dean's words were suddenly remembered by him inappropriately, so he also laughed.It seems that if you smile like this, it really doesn't hurt.The person who gave the medicine was terrified by his laughter, and the other children who didn't know the situation looked at each other in blank dismay.

"What a little lunatic."

The voice of the man who came yesterday rang in Shimazaki's ears. He felt himself being picked up in a panic by several people and sent to a whining car. Someone opened his mouth and poured salt water into it. .

He has forgotten what happened after that, except for the feeling of laughing.There was a puff of light gas spreading in his chest, tickling his heart, and he really felt happy.

So laughing is such a good thing, he thought.

When he was stabbed by Huaze, he had fully understood the meaning of death behind the fear, and he was no longer as afraid as he was when he was a child.But pain is pain after all, and he wants to laugh when it hurts.

He really hadn't been hurt for a long time, and thought that he would never experience pain again in his life.Whether in heart or body, he thought he was strong enough.

The young man who stabbed him half-believingly turned around and sat straddling his lap, and pressed his warm palm to his chest, as carefully as touching a piece of celadon: "Does it still hurt?"

Immediately, he let go of his hand again: "You almost killed me too, it's even."

"I didn't intend to kill you, it's not fair."

Hua Ze is skeptical about him.Every job of a killer hangs his life by a thread. No matter whether they are facing experienced fighters or weak literati, they are all ordinary people with strong survival instincts.In order to survive, people will do anything, including killing those who want to kill them at all costs.

Being killed by mistake is the fate of most killers. Even Hua Ze has imagined his own death many times.Being afraid and being able to accept it are two different things. From the moment he picked up the dagger, he has accepted his fate to a tragic end.He believes Shimazaki is the same, but as long as there is life, they will try their best to catch it.

"Sure enough, you still underestimate me." When Hanazawa said this, he no longer felt angry. He knew that Shimazaki did not underestimate him, but the gap in strength exists objectively.

Shimazaki made him look at human beings for the first time with eyes other than "disgust" and "contempt".

The body temperature is cold, the reaction is slow, and the metabolism is slow. The injury will never heal, and it will be easy to be killed.It should be such a weak creature, but it occupies this world tyrannically and brutally, greedily plundering the living space, resources and even their own value of other species.

Shimazaki is a little different.

His desires are alienated, whether dealing with life or death, or feelings.Everything about him is like a casual humorous play, and even the serious part is a matter of pleasure.If other people are dodders that are tightly entangled with something to absorb something, he is a dandelion in the wilderness, it will fly away when the wind blows, and no one knows where it will land.

Sometimes, Hanazawa would feel in a trance that Shimazaki was his hallucination.

He held Shimazaki's face in his hands to make sure the man was real.There are still stubbles on the face that have not been shaved in time, which is irritating, but fascinating.After holding it for a while, his hand fell on Shimazaki's neck again, and gently closed it.

His fingers just wrapped around Shimazaki's neck, and his thumb pressed against his Adam's apple without any effort.Shimazaki squeezed his thumb and pressed it on the softer place next to it: "Here, here is the trachea. Press here for 30 seconds, people will be comatose, brain dead in 3 minutes, and completely dead in 5 minutes."

He moved Huaze's finger to the side again: "This is the main artery. Locking it will cause blood pressure to drop and cardiac arrest. Of course, it would be best if you can cut it open, but I don't like seeing blood very much."

He bent his eyes and held the boy's waist: "Come on, try it."

Hanazawa squeezed his fingers a little, and Shimazaki's pulse was beating in his hand.

One click, one click, jumping so slowly.

Shimazaki was dissatisfied and pinched his waist: "Press harder."

Huaze tried hard, but his strength seemed to be lost when he was in the alley, and his body subconsciously did not allow him to do so.He felt that he had changed, and became as timid as a domesticated domestic cat, which made him hate himself a little bit now.

"Why, you can't do anything to me now?"

Hua Ze put down his hand: "I don't want to kill you."

He was depressed, and his body was as heavy as lead. He got off Shimazaki's legs, and as soon as his toes touched the carpet, he was pushed down on the bed by the man.

"Then it's game over for us," Shimazaki said with a smile.

His hand was pinching Huaze's slender neck, and he was pressing on the position he had been taught just now.The boy felt that he was cut off from the oxygen, and even if he opened his mouth to breathe, nothing could be inhaled.His heartbeat began to speed up, and his chest heaved up and down, getting faster and faster.

"Even so, you don't want to kill me?" Shimazaki's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly couldn't laugh.He could feel that Huaze had no intention of fighting back at all, there was no fear on his body, no killing intent, he just looked at him with half-closed eyes in pain, his fingers sank into the bed sheet under him.

ten seconds.

The young man's face flushed red, his pupils dilated and became round, as if he wanted to take everything in front of him into his eyes.

20 seconds.

The young man was like a fish thrown ashore, with his mouth open, but he refused to make a sound.He neither groaned nor begged for mercy.Shimazaki couldn't hear or feel anything. If his pulse wasn't still beating, he would have thought he was dead.

After another five seconds, Shimazaki let go of his hand, and he finally heard the sound of the boy gasping for breath.

"Why stop?" Hanazawa gasped and sat up from the bed, his eyes were still white and he couldn't see anything in the room, including Shimazaki of course.

"You want to die at my hands so much?" Shimazaki asked coldly.

"Compared to being tortured to death bit by bit by being branded with waste marks, it seems that you are more gentle in your strike." Hua Ze finally saw the person in front of him clearly.

Shimazaki's smile disappeared.

The originally stern lines became colder, compared with when he was smiling, he was clearly another person.This is the Shimazaki that Hanazawa has never seen before, the Shimazaki who can no longer put on a slick smile.

"Hahaha, look, you're angry, it's the first time I've seen you really angry." Hua Ze laughed, childishly complacent.

Shimazaki was shaken. For him, the mask that had always hidden his heart could no longer be put on.

I won, Hua Ze smiled, tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

He turned around and kissed Shimazaki's cold chin, kissed his lips, and wanted to kiss the cold lines until they melted.

"You care about me." Hua Ze said.

TBC

Sorry I have to talk nonsense again, the following is just my personal opinion.Ting Ting asked Shimazaki if he likes Huihui. He must like it, otherwise he would not be able to write (?) But I always think that love is an ability that needs to be acquired through learning, not innate.Born in a happy family, you will learn from your parents, as if love can be learned without a teacher.But born in an environment without love, there is no way to learn how to love.If you don't understand love, you can't love, or even love without knowing it.It is precisely because Shimazaki does not have the ability to obtain happiness from interpersonal relationships, so he can only pursue everything that makes him "just happy" to make up for his emotional defects.Reckless fun can actually be regarded as Shimazaki's self-help behavior.But I still have to say that the role of Teacher One is given too little, I can only add a lot of my own delusions from that little description, that is to say, all of them are OOC!Hahahahaha!