God's Souvenir

In a private house in Kanagawa, a young man moved in quite ordinaryly a few days ago.The young man seemed to be the extremely autistic type who hadn't visited the neighbors since he moved in and rarely went out.

Fortunately, the neighbors are very considerate and caring for the autistic youth, so they never come to disturb them.

Mrs. Niwang also took the time to warn her children: "The young people who moved in next door must be under too much psychological pressure, which makes them unwilling to contact with the society. Don't bother him. It is enough to see him from a distance once in a while." gone."

Of the two boys who stayed at home, only the younger brother responded with a correct attitude.Masaharu Nioh slumped on the sofa, playing with his braids, and gave a "puri" indifferently.

"Especially you, Masaharu! Listen carefully to what people say!" Mrs. Nioh was furious.

"Yes Yes--"

What kind of autistic youth, is it true that they don't want to socialize with their neighbors?That day he also saw the man living next door going out on a date with a girl. That kind of attentive and easy-going attitude towards girls doesn't seem to be autistic?

Nioh Masaharu expressed in his heart his dissatisfaction with the neighbor's inconsistency.

On the day of school on Monday, a visiting friend came to the door of the newly moved neighbor.

The man standing in front of the door looked very thin, coughing a few times with his hand covering his mouth from time to time.He purposefully stopped in front of his new neighbor's door and rang the doorbell.

When Nioh Masaharu passed by the neighbor's door, he witnessed the scene where the new neighbor went out to welcome his friend very happily.

After the doorbell was pressed, the door was quickly opened from the inside.Tsuruhara Himi still wore a half-tied ribbon around his neck, and raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the person standing at the door.

"Ah, Fyodor—" he read unemotionally, "you are welcome to visit. My, I don't know if I should admit the fact that we actually know each other—friend."

Fyodor didn't care about his eccentric attitude, but just responded to him as usual: "You have learned how to joke. It's not easy, Sin'dorei?"

The two hugged each other politely like ordinary people who haven't seen each other for a long time.

Fyodor: "I'm surprised you didn't do anything."

Tsuruhara Hiken: "Aren't you too?"

At the same time, the two withdrew their hands that were gleaming with coldness between their fingers, and showed each other a friendly smile between friends.

Fyodor covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and praised him: "It seems that your quality of life has improved a lot?"

"If you boast that I look more passionate about life than before, I might—" Tsuruhara Ri met him expressionlessly and turned sideways to let him in.Before closing the door, he glanced at Masaharu Nioh who secretly looked at them twice because of curiosity, with a hint of warning in his eyes.

Masaharu Nioh suddenly felt cold behind his back.

It's better to warn the family to stay away from this new neighbor. This person does not look like a good person.

Also, when I met this guy at the sleepover, he seemed to say that his name was Fyodor.Did you borrow a friend's name?

Fyodor stepped into the door, and picked up Tsuruhara Hikami's unfinished words: "You might send me to see God right away. After all, passion is just a joke to you, and you have said it many times."

"It's a little cheap for you to send you to see God." Tsuruhara Hikami turned back and smiled at him with a twisted expression, "I have to give you back everything you did to me, one by one. Is it to solve the hatred in my heart?"

Following his words, the temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly.

No, not it seems.

There were already countless tiny ice crystals floating around Fyodor's body, and they were growing continuously, slowly condensing into the shape of an ice prison.

"Oh? Then, Xin'dorei, how are you going to return these things to me one by one?" Fyodor turned a blind eye to the crisis around him, and asked with a smile, "Eliminate the people I value most, destroy My lifelong desire is to annihilate my flesh/body. Finally make me a walking dead?"

"Sin'dorei. Do you think so?"

"Shut up." Tsuruhara Hikami said in a low voice.

Fyodor did not hear: "Sin'dorei, Sin'dorei. Rosemane Sin'dorei Alfonsonia Stav. You always surprise me and always disappoint me. You know Is that why?"

"I do not want to hear."

"Because your ideal is so similar to mine, but you have a cowardly bondage as your obstacle. You have the power like a god, but you are willing to be a cocoon for mere human beings."

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky!"

As Tsuruhara Hiken blurted out Russian with a German accent, Fyodor stopped speaking politely.

The ice prison has been completely formed, Tsuruhara Hikami firmly grasped the outer layer of icicles with one hand.The sharp icicles stretched out and rested on Fyodor's neck.The pale skin on the neck was scratched by the tip of the icicle, and the red blood oozed out and stained the crystal clear ice.

"I thought you wouldn't remember, I thought you would at least bury these things deep in your heart." Tsuruhara Hikami's eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes, his throat was hot, and his voice was hoarse, "No Think about it. One pile, one piece, don’t you remember clearly? Ha, you bastard?!”

Fyodor still had a hateful smile on his face: "Originally you wouldn't know all this, but for some reason, you did. Now that you know, why should I cover it up?" ?”

"Do you think I want to know all of this? If it weren't for your meddling, I would still be able to not hear or see, and work hard as my strongest weapon." Tsuruhara Higen sneered, "I could have Live peacefully till the end of my life, until this foolish world buries me."

"It was someone who didn't know what to do and who was self-righteous, knocked open the shell, and dragged me out to face this purgatory."

None of this would have happened if I hadn't met Fyodor in Russia.

He is still the Ronnie who is smarter than ordinary people, and he is still the strongest weapon in the laboratory, AF2000.He is still able to pretend to be deaf and dumb in the twisted love of his parents, turning a blind eye to the ugliness of the world.

He doesn't want to change the world, he doesn't want to realize his ideals.

It would be fine if you never had an ideal.

"Yes. All of this is my fault." Fyodor stood in the middle of the ice prison, keeping his stance still, showing his harmless posture, "I need to make up for the wrong things I did when I was young. Sindo Ray, I'm giving your life back meaning."

The two looked at each other across the pillars of the ice prison, and neither of them spoke for a while.

As if half a century had passed, Tsuruhara Hiken suddenly smiled.

"You're not ashamed, Fei Jia." He whispered, the words were vague, like whispers between lovers, "Let me tell you. When I was five years old, the Nazis were defeated. My father took me and Mother escaped from Germany."

"It was still spring at that time, and it should have been filled with the aroma of flowers and lye bread. But we were hunted down on the road."

"A scientist who worked for the Nazis had many people who wanted to get him and many people who wanted to kill him. Unfortunately, all the pursuers were enemies of his father. So my mother was shot and she fell on the ground. into a pool of blood."

That's not right. In memory, the other party's mother should have been alive.Fyodor frowned.

"You're wondering, Fei Jia. You're wondering why my mother was still alive when I mentioned it to you." Tsuruhara Higen laughed softly, like laughing at a bird on the roadside who couldn't find breakfast, " But ah, they call me the Creator."

"Because of my mother's death, I suffered from hyperamnesia. On that day, I discovered a new use of my abilities. I killed the pursuers and restored my mother's body."

"I gave new life to this corpse and brought it to life. From that day on, the one who inherited everything from my mother was my new mother."

Fyodor slowly picked up his words: "So, your father forgot the fact that your mother was dead because of the heavy blow, and thought that this new life was his wife. And your abilities are completely exposed In front of him. So, he wants to train you into a 'god'."

He Yuanri smiled and said nothing.

"And I knew from the very beginning that it wasn't that you could travel through the space-time wall to come to my time-space. It was because I accidentally broke into your world by mistake." Fyodor followed the explanation he had already given and continued to restore What happened back then, "During the time I stayed in your world, I understood it thoroughly. So the first time I saw you, I could realize that we are the same kind of people."

"It's not anymore." Tsuruhara Hikami said stubbornly.

Fyodor didn't contradict him: "Naively I wanted to experiment with my ideas, so I didn't hesitate to use the only friend I had in that world."

"Are you satisfied with the result?"

The room fell into dead silence.The two were silent at the same time, even breathing deliberately lightly.

Fyodor laughed.

Satisfied, why not.After getting the results, whether good or bad, how can you not be satisfied?

It's not your own world, it's just someone else's world.Even if the global power dictatorship is really realized, even if the deterrence disappears, it will fall into global war.What does it have to do with him?

The only surprise is that I missed a little bit.

The "creator" is dead.

I believe that the other party will understand if I don’t say it, but what Fyodor mentioned is another thing: "I never thought that after I returned to the original world, you would follow me."

Tsuruhara Hiken broke off a piece of icicle, put his hand in, and squeezed his chin.He looked into Fyodor's eyes, and after a few breaths he concluded: "The truth."

The ice prison melted instantly, and the sudden increase in moisture in the air wet Fyodor's shoulders.

The instigator turned around and strode towards the sofa in the living room.

Fyodor followed him: "It's a loss that you weren't brought to me by the rivers of Russia. I don't think the head of the port mafia is a good committer."

"You're not a leader worth following either." Tsuruhara Hiken rolled his eyes with his back turned to him, "But that person is like a mentor in my life, as long as he doesn't let me down..."

As long as the man who became the spiritual sustenance doesn't let him down...

"Sin'dorei, we must take our first alliance seriously." Fyodor reminded him.

There seemed to be a black hole in Tsuruhara Himi's eyes: "Of course I will."

"E, allesgut." He uttered the words slowly.