[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

The Hissis Monastery is a stronghold for the Mingguang Sect to collect and train children.

Drug control, mental brainwashing, submission by force, and the use of various tactics.

Xinghe didn't know what Mingguang Sect was like. He only felt that the Hissis Monastery had completely become a place covered in hypocrisy. They promoted beauty and talked about purification, but they practiced tyranny in the name of goodness.

They kept saying that they dragged the gods they believed in into the mud.

Xinghe never understood them.

Sometimes he doesn't understand himself.

When he was handcuffed, Fei Tan asked Xinghe what kind of attack method he liked, and Xinghe replied that he used a knife, which was simple and clear.

Fei Tan asked why he didn't swipe to the side when stabbing into the stomach, so that half of the man's body would be torn apart, and xx and xxx would all come out.

Xinghe thought for a while, "If you do this, you will feel like a piece of garbage."

"When I was outside, the person who taught me said that learning to hold a knife is not to fight against the enemy, but to aim the knife at yourself, and to keep a knife in your heart all the time."

"You can kill people in many ways, not just with a knife, you can save people in many ways, and a knife is useless."

"You see, it is such a boring thing. No matter whether it is called the overlord of weapons or the rogue of weapons, it is just a single weapon."

"Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, sticks, sticks, spears, and rakes can't hurt people. Why do we only learn knives?"

Xinghe fell into deep thought. He actually couldn’t remember what the old door master said to him. He was too young, and he was still worrying about the dragonflies in the courtyard at sunset. He could hear what the old door master said intermittently. Remember off and on.

I only remember this kind-faced old man Wen Chun teaching, his tone is so gentle.

"Xinghe, you have to regard the knife as a weapon and also as a part of yourself. Remember the scars made by the knife and the broken love in the world."

"If one day you can't remember your original appearance, then look at your knife and ask yourself if you have no regrets."

"A knife wounds a person in the open, and a person wounds in the dark."

"Cultivate the sword and cultivate the heart, don't forget your original appearance."

"I don't understand what he means."

Xinghe walked slowly.

"I rarely used a knife when I was outside. On the first day I came to Meteor Street, I stabbed a knife into someone's body."

He tried his best to describe the feeling, "So soft, human lungs, and his eyes when he was dying, I can't see anything, I just feel like a fog."

"When I left, I looked back once and saw his companion dragging the man's body away. His companion didn't look at me. I don't know if he saw me. I was thinking, if he saw me , what is he thinking?"

Xinghe turned his head to look at Fei Tan, and said calmly, "I'm very hungry, and I didn't think of anything in the end."

He sighed softly, "I just feel like trash."

Fei Tan sneered, "Hey, you're not a kid in a diaper, are you? This is Meteor Street."

He stared at Xinghe with those sharp golden eyes, "You can kill, and you will be killed. This is Meteor Street, and this is the forgotten and abandoned place. There is only garbage here."

"Including us, everyone."

"The atmosphere is suddenly heavy, sorry."

Xinghe suddenly said to Fei Tan.

"Yes, I wanted to discuss hobbies with you, but I didn't expect you to digress."

"What is your hobby is xx and xxx squirting out"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"Wow, your hobby is a bit heavy."

"Do you understand the thrill of fighting, little brat?"

"No need to explain, I understand."

"What's the matter with your scum-looking expression? Are you hurting each other? Garbage"

"Yes, real name diss you."

When the man came back, he was in a much better mood. He rushed into the prison with a gust of gloom, with a hint of excitement on his face.

He took out a handful of pills and stuffed Xinghe down, so strong that he was able to break Xinghe's jaw.

After a while, Xinghe noticed that his thinking began to be in a trance, his consciousness was not clear, and all kinds of magical and bizarre noises and fantasies occupied his senses.

He heard from Fei Tan that this is Hissis' hallucinogen, which is specially used for mind control.

The man's disturbing voice like a fly came, and he kept saying in his sharp and grotesque tone that man was born to be a sin, and he was born to make atonement.

idiot.

Xinghe moved his mouth, he was too weak, these two words circled around in his mouth and finally swallowed them down.

There is a buzzing noise like a swarm of mosquitoes in my ears. The man makes up hallucinations in various languages, and whips him with the intention of making everything solemn. He keeps asking "Are you guilty?"

No.

Xinghe saw his mother holding his sister standing not far away and waving at him. This is a bustling night market, crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, and the lights in the sky weave into a river of light, casting warm yellow and bright light. The gorgeous silk cloth on it is like a graceful dancer stretching her moving figure when it is blown by the wind, weaving a glorious and charming dream.

"Xinghe." His mother called him in a low voice, "Why did it stop suddenly, come here quickly."

Xinghe froze for a moment, and trotted over quickly. He was too short, and the dense crowd would push him to the other side from time to time.

Finally holding his mother's warm hand, Xinghe held it tightly, and a soft voice came from above his head, "What does Xinghe want to buy?"

"No."

He wants nothing but to be with his mother.

The younger sister poked her head out from the other side and made a face at Xinghe, "Brother stupid."

Mom chuckled, she let go of Xinghe's hand and touched her sister's head, "Don't say that about brother."

"Brother is an idiot, a big idiot." The younger sister intensified and acted like a baby to her mother. Then she seemed to see an interesting toy at a stall, and she dragged her mother to rush there, flicking her two low ponytails behind her head. .

Xinghe looked at the back of his mother in despair, and the crowd came and went to form a rushing river to drown him, and the crimson silk satin bulged high, drifting with the wind to the sky as high as it was far away.

He is a little sad.

Xinghe called her mother in a low voice, but she didn't look back. There were many dolls on the square stalls. She picked up a kind of animal doll and played with her sister, laughing intimately.

Seemingly aware that Xinghe was not there, mother turned her head, "Xinghe, why don't you come over?"

Xinghe slowly responded and followed.

There was a small light bulb without a lampshade on the shelf, it was placed bare on top, the wires were randomly wrapped around the pole, and the remaining length was dragged on the ground. Looking at the puppets on the board, they were piled together in a pile of fluff, and the black plastic eyes also had a look under the dim yellow light, and Tian was a little agile.

It's a pity that Xinghe doesn't like dolls.

In the ears, the mother and sister were talking in detail, and there was a strong friendship flowing inside. The stall owner looked at their clothes and changed them more attentively, and kept saying flattering words to them, "Your daughter is so beautiful, let me come It’s often the first time I’ve seen so many people see such a smart child.”

Xinghe played with the tassels that fell from the corner of the table while listening. Compared with his mother, his younger sister was more like his father, and he was most like his mother.

"Xinghe." Mom saw him, "Does Xinghe like anything?"

He doesn't like dolls.

Xinghe pointed to a puppet of a tabby cat, and said softly, "I like this."

The mother picked out the doll and put it together with the doll my sister had chosen.

On the way home, his mother asked him, "Is Xinghe not very happy today?"

Mother's voice was light and fluttering, like snowflakes falling on Xinghe's heart.

"I thought Xinghe liked it. During the day your father watched your homework closely, so I wanted to take you out for a walk at night."

"If Xinghe doesn't like it, I won't use it in the future."

The ice and snow piled up for thousands of miles and became an unmelted ice sheet.

Xinghe shivered from the cold, he wanted to say something, but couldn't think of anything to say.

I am sorry.

I don't know what I did wrong, but please forgive me.

"sorry."

The man brandished a whip and said prayers loudly. He reprimanded everyone in the world as sinners, who needed to spend a lifetime to redeem their sins. He was trembling all over, his face was full of madness of yearning for the holy, and there was viscous greed in the depths of his pupils.

Xinghe's body was still entwined with the noise and fantasy brought by the hallucinogen. He stuck to the wall in a chaotic state, with a wet and cold touch on his face, and the cold air pierced through the flesh and blood into his brain.

For a moment he thought of going to the night market with his mother, and for a moment he thought of the night when he was sent to Meteor Street. He couldn't remember whether it was the river of light or the stars shining in the sky, and he couldn't remember whether the noise was human voices or insects.

Everything is mixed together, only the mother's low and soft voice is still clear.

she is calling herself

"sorry."

"If I apologize, will you forgive me?"

The whistling sound of the whip stopped, and the man approached Xinghe, inspecting his face inch by inch with the voice of inspecting a work of art, "I'm very happy, you can correct it."

"I forgive you," he said in an eerie, disgusting voice.

Xinghe opened his eyes, he was still ups and downs in fantasy, but this did not prevent him from discovering the real person standing in front of him, and his self-righteous answer.

Xinghe twitched the corner of his mouth.

"gentlemen."

A calm voice sounded at the prison door, "Brother Alex asked me to ask you about probating believers on his behalf."

"I wonder if those people repented?"

The man threw down the whip, ran back quickly, and danced, "Of course, of course"

"However, there is nothing wrong with what I undertake. Please send my regards to Brother Alex for me, and extend my most sincere regards."

"Yes, you are just as devout."

The black-haired, black-eyed boy saluted the man, "Then I will report to the monk."

The connection is two-way. Kuroro sent a signal inside the monastery to indicate that there is no problem, and Xinghe sent a safe signal outside. Until recently, the signal disappeared.

Kuroro heard a good ascetic monk in the monastery tell Alex that he found a good seed outside recently.

With a few simple descriptors, Kurolo knew that this was Xinghe.

After leaving the prison, the not-so-bright sunlight dispelled the chill in the ground, and Kuroro found Alex. This man was wearing a standard black robe and a stiff face mass-produced on an assembly line.

"Sir, Mr. Fei An asked me to greet you on his behalf. He said that the new believers have been completely purified, and they have dedicated themselves to God with no blemish."

"I don't know what to do next"

"Take them to God and let them know that there are many brothers and sisters with them."