I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

After a night of nightmares, the poor red-haired boy G finally woke up.

That was a terrible dream.

G still remembers the great fear he felt in the dream.

Giotto is his best friend.They grew up together since childhood, and since the death of Giotto's mother, the two have depended on each other like brothers.

G is always worried about Giotto.

Because, although this brother grew up in a slum, he was always different from the children who grew up in this environment, and he was simply a different kind.

He seems to be born with a lot of sympathy for outsiders who have nothing to do with him. He will distribute the meager food to his neighbors who are about to starve to death. Stand up to stop it, and care about the bodies of those around you, and try to help them...

When doing these things, can't Giotto think about how old he is, how capable he is, and if he meddles too much, he will easily cause trouble? !

Oh fine.

It must be admitted that the starving neighbor who got the food was G himself.

Although——G survived because of the kindness of Giotto, who was only three years old at that time, but he has never given up correcting his friend's "problem" as he became more and more familiar with Giotto.

G is the same age as Giotto, but unlike Giotto, he is obviously not in the habit of being too naive.

The children in the slums did not go to school and did not receive basic education, but through personal experience, they realized many "realities" related to life at a young age.

Like "kindness".

Putting it "outside", it should be a particularly valuable... oh, something useful and worthy of praise.

But here, it is best not to exist, because many times it may not only be useless, but also kill the person who owns this kind of thing very casually.

A slum is not just a literal place where poor people live.

The slums in Sicily are probably not the same as those in other parts of the world.

Hunger and cold were the slightest difficulties. · As the dark side of Sicily that never sees light, this place has gangsters, killers, mafia, as well as drugs, guns and unidentified corpses.

Maybe when you go out one day, you are unlucky and encounter something unpredictable, such as being involved in an assassination scene, being robbed, or even more unreasonably, being caught by a drunken gangster as a punching bag and beating him violently. People who were alive one day turned into corpses the next.

This is true for adults, and children do not get special treatment.Eight out of ten children who are orphaned will die early if there is no adult to take care of them.

Therefore, G persuaded Giotto very early in this way:

"If you don't get kidnapped, poisoned to death by poisonous food, or beaten to death as a pump, it's good to be alive, and you don't care what other people do. You, no matter how busy you are, you might die outside someday Already!"

"If you hadn't saved me, I wouldn't care about you now. Giotto, can't you face the reality!"

The red-haired boy worked so hard, but in return, without exception, the blond boy's holy smile shone like light: "It's okay, G, I don't mean that I have to help every time I see someone. If I can pass on the goodwill Go out and let more kind people like you appear, then our living environment will become better."

"...you shouldn't be in a slum, you should be a priest in a church."

"Hahaha, but I can't be a priest. Well, my good brother, let's think about what we will have for dinner first."

"..."

Probably that's it.

In G's view, Giotto is such a child who is out of place in the slums, and his ideas are completely different from theirs.

Overly optimistic, overly naive, but for some reason, it seems to be shining brightly, making it impossible for G, who is rational and indifferent, to ignore him.Maybe Giotto is really right, he is actually a kind and good person.

So much laying the groundwork ahead...

The reason why G always thinks Giotto is inappropriate to go on like this is also roughly clear.

Although he didn't say it, the young man who worried too much when he was sick never forgot his concern for his brother who always felt that something would happen in his dreams. He was afraid that he would not be able to get up, or struggled to get up. Never return.

As for the nightmare, there seems to be a sudden and strange...

Um?Can't remember.

However, the residual emotion also proves that it is better not to think of that abrupt white object.

"Giotto!!!"

The moment he woke up, the red-haired boy, who was dripping with cold sweat in his sleep, let out a deafening call.

"Don't die - don't pick up weird things outside - ah!!!"

The voice is so loud, and the emotions contained in it are even more real and full of explosive power.

Then, G's consciousness was completely clear, and with the strength of shouting, he suddenly changed from lying flat on the bed to sitting up straight.

His chest heaved violently, the red-haired boy panted heavily, and opened his heavy eyelids.

Caught off guard, he met the eyes of the person in the house who happened to be looking over at this moment.

"..."

"..."

"G!"

Giotto was the first to react.

He was pleasantly surprised by his companion's waking up, immediately put the things in his hands aside, hurried to the small bed where G was, and asked with concern: "How do you feel?"

The red-haired boy froze for a moment, and did not speak for a while, letting Giotto raise his hand to touch his forehead, and let out another joyful sound.

"Great, the fever didn't flare up again. Mr. Cyril's method is really useful... G? Why don't you speak, is it possible that you were burned stupid before the fever subsided?!"

G (subconsciously): "You are the fool, Giotto the fool!"

After the voice fell, G was truly back to his senses.

He was dazed before because he felt that he might still be dreaming, and he couldn't help suspecting that what he saw was just a phantom.

Well, there is no doubt that the place where I am is still the dilapidated hut where he and Giotto live together.

but.

The faint fragrance lingering at the tip of the nose emanated from the clean clothes that definitely did not belong to him.Even Giotto, who came over, was so clean that G didn't dare to recognize him for a while.

The kid usually washed the old clothes very clean, but he washed the originally black clothes until they faded and turned white, and when he wore them, it was far from the astonishing effect that everyone he saw at this time was shining brightly.

G did not hear what Giotto said when he touched his forehead.

Because, he has only one thought in mind:

"Giotto—what did you do! Could it be that you really let those bad women touch your face—"

Giotto: "Pfft!"

Thinking of the shocking scene, G was going to die of anger, and he couldn't calmly analyze it for a while, so he rushed forward, not knowing whether to quarrel or fight.

"Hey! Wait, where are you thinking?"

Taking advantage of G's hesitation, Giotto quickly pushed his imaginative companion back on the bed, and sighed: "Calm down, I'm going to explain to you."

"It is true that some wonderful things have happened, G, you may find it ridiculous, but you must believe me, everything I tell you here is true."

G was shocked: "Giotto, have you lost your mind?"

Giotto told him clearly: "No, I am sober."

Knowing that there is a high probability that G will not believe it, Giotto spoke briefly.

"Yesterday, I accidentally got a silver coin. I wanted to use this money to buy medicine for you, but on the way, I was seen by some men..."

"what?!"

"They chased me, caught me, beat me up, and took away the silver coins. It rained heavily last night, and I fell alone in a dark alley, covered in blood, almost I thought I was going to die in such a miserable way."

"Giotto, you..."

"It's okay, it's over. Look, I'm sitting next to you now. What I want to tell you next is the key point."

Briefly and concisely, Giotto recounted the experience of being rescued by a kind gentleman passing by, witnessing a miracle with his own eyes, and asking the kind gentleman to save his companion.

Sure enough, the red-haired boy was dumbfounded.

His first reaction was still: "Don't talk about Giotto, you are the one with the fever."

"I knew it." Giotto was helpless, and began to receive an exciting education from his companion who was particularly energetic when he woke up.

Of course what I said is, don’t trust strangers, especially strangers who are not residents of slums at first glance, if you add friendly attitude, well-dressed clothes, and unknown origin...

Then it is even more unbelievable!

G is wary of everyone except his companions, and won't trust them easily.So quickly, his worry about Giotto changed from worrying about his companions causing trouble to dying outside, to Giotto being deceived by a strange man with bad intentions.

This cannot accuse him of being suspicious, but that it is a common problem for people who grew up in the slums—except for Giotto, who is an outlier.

Moreover, the key reason for provoking G's nerves is that recently, there have been several horrific incidents of homeless orphans disappearing overnight or lying dead on the streets.

That's why...

"Have you forgotten! Giotto! Those guys are also searching for suspicious people. Even if I think about it, if you get involved and something happens—"

"Yes, I can't refute this matter."

Giotto's tone was very calm, and he looked directly at the eyes of the red-haired boy whose pupils constricted due to excitement.

Using words to calm the emotions of his companions is an ability he seems to have been born with.

Yes, Giotto can understand why G is so excited, and understands what he is worried about, so at this time, it is even more necessary to calm G down: "We all survived, although it was a fluke, but none of us had any accidents. Then One day, the scene you saw...wouldn't happen to the two of us!"

"..."

The two people who depended on each other looked at each other for a long time, as if they were using their eyes to convey strength.

Finally, the heat slowly returned to the red-haired boy.

The boy clenched his teeth, and the hand holding his companion's collar trembled a few times along with the stiff facial muscles, and then slowly let go.

"I'm sorry, Giotto, but I'm... so disgusted with this place."

"That's why I want to make a little change. Although, for me at the moment, saying such things is beyond my control."

The two teenagers fell silent together.

They all avoided the reason why G fell ill.

It is precisely because it is related to the recent bizarre incidents in the slums that I really don't want to say it.

The day before yesterday, G directly witnessed the dead body not far from their house in the early morning.

The children who died were people they knew.To be precise, it was because of Giotto's bad intentions that they met someone together.

The boy was an orphan like them, and two years younger than Giotto and G.After Giotto gave him the bread he had worked so hard in the black bar again, the orphan with his face and hands became their little brother.

G said "Giotto, you don't have a long memory!" "Who wants to take you as a little brother, go away and don't follow us", but in fact it didn't really drive the kid away.

The little ghost appeared from time to time, wandering behind the two half-grown boys.

Giotto also joked that the hard-hearted G would soften his heart when the child wandered around a few more times.

G retorted on the spot, saying that he was hard-hearted.But within a few days, he felt that he was terribly annoyed, and when the kid came again after a while, let him live next door and stop wandering around on the street.

Really softened his heart, although he didn't admit it.

Then, waiting and waiting, the little ghost didn't come.

Just when Giotto and G felt strange—that is, that day.

Early in the morning, G pushed open the door, but did not see the sunlight shining on their door from the roof of the low house opposite, but saw their servant kid.

The dead body of the imp.

It can be seen from the tragic death that he did not rest in peace when he was dying.The spilled blood was left on the stone bricks in front of the door, and several buckets of water were used to wash it away.

The child seemed to be struggling to reach the door of the "big brothers" from a long distance, but he couldn't persist until they knocked on their door.

The bloodstains left along with the messy footprints converged into a long intermittent line, but G covered his mouth and followed the bloodstains to the end with a distorted expression, only to find that the bloodstains disappeared on the street, and there was no other trace left. The real source, let alone find the murderer.

But...even if you find it, so what.

They are also unarmed little ghosts, who have no ability to resist in front of powerful people, and can only struggle to survive at the bottom of society.

——Can't take care of yourself, let alone others.

The young man named G by Giotto may have realized this truth again and more deeply, and then suddenly lost his mind after the huge anger with nowhere to vent.

He seemed to be stronger than Giotto, who shouldn't be sick, so he fell ill like this.Moreover, because of being brave and not resting at ease, his condition naturally worsened, causing him to fall ill on the bed against his will.

What happened after that has already been described above.

After the silent silence, Giotto put his hand on the shoulders of his good brother who seemed to have become heavy, and his tone was still gentle: "I will find out."

"Ah?!" G heard it coldly, and his calm emotions became ups and downs again: "Did I say what I said earlier, Giotto, what do you want to do!"

Giotto: "Don't worry, don't worry, I think so, but I don't mean to look it up now. Now, um, you're right, I won't take risks until I have the ability."

"only……"

G was quite astonished to find that in the eyes of the impulsive and innocent blond boy, there seemed to be a little fire burning and flickering.

Giotto said: "Like you, I want to know who killed Gerry, and so cruelly killed so many innocent partners. G, I have a hunch that in a short time, we will get our chance .”

Only this time, G did not directly refute Giotto's "hunch".

He was dumb for a while, then turned his head helplessly, and clicked his tongue.

"Okay, just don't bother me, I don't care about the rest."

"Don't be like this, have some confidence in me."

"Not scolding you for your whimsy is the proof of my confidence in you."

Speaking of it.

Silently squeezed his arm, and the red-haired boy who pressed his chest was sure, that he really felt like he was reborn—that is, the relaxed and trance feeling when the illness faded away.

First of all, he still doesn't believe Giotto's good-hearted people who rescued them without asking for anything in return.

However, the red-haired boy didn't turn his head back, but said in a rather awkward voice: "So, where is the man you've said several times?"

"Ah, Mr. Cyril said, he's going out for a walk, and he's going home to get something."

Giotto said.

G questioned: "Didn't you say that he is an outsider, an outsider who lives nearby?"

"Well..." Giotto coughed: "Mr. Cyril's temporary home is here. It is said that when he picked me up last night, he built it himself for convenience."

G: "..."

"His house is near the dump."

"...I'm not going to say that a man can build a house in one night. Hey, Giotto, did you remind him? That place...you don't have to be afraid of newcomers encountering—"

"Remind me, but...uh."

Giotto and his companion looked at each other again.

"I don't think it will affect the result whether you remind me or not."

"What?"

"If we do meet, it won't be Mr. Cyril who is unlucky. Really, I can guarantee it."

"..."

"Oh, by the way, G, you should be hungry. Hurry up and drink this bowl of porridge. It was made before Mr. Cyril left. It has been kept warm, and you will drink it when you wake up."

After speaking, Giotto went to work, leaving his bewildered little friend on the bed.

"..."

"..."

"I said Giotto, at least he was the one who saved you, you won't really not worry—"

"Oh, G is really soft-hearted. However, I still feel a little worried when I say that."

Joe held his chin, looking thoughtful: "Mr. Cyril, it shouldn't be..."

"—Will you be merciful?"

"……Eh?"

***

On the way back, Cyril was stopped.

The one who stopped him was a group of premeditated people. The leading man looked upright, but he couldn't hide his unkind temperament and his greedy eyes.

The most important thing to look at is his attire, from leather boots to exquisite cufflinks, to the elegant bow tie at the neck.

Then, there was his meticulously groomed blond hair, and his handsome face.

"My friend, you don't look like one of us."

"Yes." Cyril said in a fluent foreign language with a calm expression, "This is the first time I have come to this country, and I came here specially for sightseeing."

"German?"

"No, England."

Whispers sounded.

"Oh." The leader made eye contact with his subordinates for a moment, "So it's a noble lord—didn't you bring your followers?"

"No, I came alone."

"That's too unfortunate. It's not very safe here. There will be fools who don't have eyes to offend you."

Then the true intentions were revealed.

"Our boss wants to entertain you and invite you to sit and sit for the sake of your safety, sir. If something happens to you in our territory, it will be bad."

"Although I'm new here and don't know the situation, it shouldn't be an accident."

Cyril looked around: "I didn't expect to receive such a warm welcome when I first came here. I feel very honored."

The other party spoke politely, as if they really came to invite foreigners from afar to visit.

——If you ignore the eyes, and the abnormal behavior that has already surrounded him while speaking.

Cyril was not surprised by the urgent situation he was facing at the moment.

When he followed Giotto into the slum neighborhood, he already had a premonition and felt very uncomfortable.

Here, he is so conspicuous that he can easily attract the attention of local forces.

It's just that what Cyril didn't expect was that the other party came so quickly - and, maybe the first person to find him was just a wave of his power?

As for what to do with him...you don't need to think about it, it's definitely not really asking him to drink tea.

He knew it well, but on his face, he blocked many unruly eyes, and showed a friendly smile that seemed to be unchanged in the face of anything: "However, since I have your invitation, I can't refuse it."

The man on the opposite side also smiled, because there was a scar across his left eye, he laughed rather ferociously: "Then let's go."

"Ah." Cyril said again: "I was invited to visit. I haven't prepared a gift yet. I'm really rude."

"You're welcome—tsk, this little boy talks a lot of nonsense! Stop talking and go!"

"Ha ha."

Don't be angry, let's take the next words as he talks to himself:

"Not presenting a suitable gift to the owner is not in line with my usual visiting principles. So..."

After arriving at the place.

The "little boy", who behaved extremely docile on the road and perfectly interpreted the rich and brainless British guy, really gave the host here a corresponding meeting gift.

……

"It's too rude. I used violence against everyone present as soon as I came. Although it was a forced self-defense, this is not my favorite way of communication."

Within 10 minutes, the little white-faced British guy who swept away the underground dark bar sighed, and sat at the bar, which should have been the bartender and owner.

"Sorry—well, since none of you are innocent, I take back these two words."

"..."

No one responded.

Because, everyone who was lying on the ground was thrown by him to the garbage dump about 1000 meters away from the bar.

"Boss—huh? Wow, ahhhhhhh!!!"

Someone broke in.

I saw that the tables and chairs were not in any mess, but it was the underground bar that had become extremely empty, and—behind the bar, the blond young man was staring at his smooth and slender palms in a daze.

Unlucky.

But the fish who slipped through the net was very lucky to see this haunted scene, and the whole person was terrified.

Cyril (thoughts): "Hmm."

seem.

It was the first time for him to take so much trouble to deal with people, and he also inadvertently opened the door to the new world.

- crunch.

I don't know if there is anyone at this moment, suddenly there is a chill behind.