Captain Ghost

When Carlos met Fu Shannon for the third time, he still couldn't give an answer, but this time he had no way out, so he chose to be desperate.Carlos knew the answer when he saw his expression, and asked someone to take him to the East District. He could play whatever he wanted, and it didn't matter if he died.The shark came over and tried to reach out and grab his arm, Fu Shannon stabbed his thigh with the sharp object that never left his body, no matter how hard the opponent beat him, he would not let go.

His eye sockets hurt terribly, something flowed out from the corner of his eyes, it wasn't tears, it was blood, his eyes were dark for a while, but his movements were as tense as his nerves, and he didn't relax at all.

He thinks he will die, but he is not reconciled, why should he be destroyed by a group of scum?He didn't want to curse them to hell, he wanted to be the scythe of death, take revenge on them with his own hands, and send them to see God.

There was only one thought in his mind: he couldn't let go.

The shark's fist was harder than iron and fell on him like a torrential rain. Fu Shannon felt that he might have a concussion. If he would become an idiot, it would be over. All revenge plans are like farting. People will make his life worse than death.He struggled to protect his brain, but in the end he still lost to the shark. He was stabbed to the chin with an elbow and fell to the ground.

The shark raised his foot angrily, trying to kick him.

Fu Shannon's eyes were swollen into walnuts, and the blood was red and purple, which looked very scary.

His cheeks were pressed against the ground, and the fur on the blanket tied his neck, scratched his face, and played in his ears, making him feel like he was being crawled all over his body by ants, as uncomfortable as being roasted by the stove, blood The flow reverses, flooding the brain.

A pair of shoes caught his eye.

They were a pair of very clean cloth shoes, the dark blue cloth surface was washed a little whitish, the beige soles had rough edges and thread ends were exposed.It can be seen that it has been a long time, but the owner of this pair of shoes cherishes it very much, which makes it possible to use this cherishment to prolong its short life for so many years.

The owner of this pair of shoes attacked, his movements looked so light and powerless, but he hooked the shark's foot that was about to fall in mid-air to the spot.

"To save face, I will take this person back." The owner of the shoe said, it was his roommate's voice.

Fu Shannon struggled to turn over, this action really fit his previous intentions, to be a tortoise—it was difficult for a tortoise turned upside down to turn back by itself, so he looked at this man with difficulty.

Carlos stood up, forgetting the cat on his lap.

The cat encountered an accident, spun in the air, and fell to the ground on all fours. The pads on the paws prevented it from breaking bones. This is a natural advantage of being a cat.It landed firmly on the ground, arched its body in an attacking posture, and let out a vicious meow at Carlos.It's just that when such a vicious voice is meowed out, it will always reduce a lot of strength and become soft.

What's more, it is facing the boss, a cat is worthless in front of him.He put it on his lap just out of habit. The old cat that accompanied him died, and the bones were buried in the ground. In the end, it gradually became one with the ground, and people would gradually forget the existence of the cat. Because there will always be a cat with a heart to fill in life, either this one or that one, in short, there will be no name.If one day Carlos even abandons this habit, he will be no different from a stray cat on the street.

Carlos kicked it lightly. The cat was hurt. It looked at Carlos silently. It jumped onto the bed, then jumped from the bed to the table, and then jumped up from the angle, jumping to the quarter A window the size of one square meter drilled out from the railing.

It didn't look back, it didn't even give a glance.

"I've never seen you take the initiative to attack, why did you come in person this time?" Carlos' voice seemed to have not changed, but Fu Shannon could hear a slight difference from it.

He thought to himself, what is the difference?Perhaps because of the situation, the near-death crisis has moved the senses, and even the head is much more flexible than before. It is not Carlos' voice that has changed, but his attitude. When talking to his roommate, he puts the other party and himself in the same room. high.

"I've accepted my apprentice," the roommate pointed at Fu Shannon, who was lying dead on the ground, "I still have to teach my apprentice to fight in person, and there's no need for others to do it."

"Ah, I'm so sorry." Carlos said kindly, "Since he is your apprentice, it should be a misunderstanding."

"Since it was a misunderstanding in the past, we should let it go." The roommate's voice was calm and emotionless, "Then I will take this person away."

"Please." Carlos said.

Fu Shannon was easily carried away by his roommate by the collar. Walking out of this door, the roommate let go of his collar and let him land freely like a salted fish.

It landed with a "boom", and the sound of the back of the head colliding with the ground echoed for a long time in the narrow corridor.

The roommate looked at him coldly, Fu Shannon tried to get up, restarted three times, and finally lay back on the ground, like a soft-legged shrimp.

"Follow me." The roommate's voice sounded like heaven.

Fu Shannon felt as if he had been cut into pieces. At this moment, the joints of every piece were painful from the seams of the bones. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but couldn't help gasping for air—the corner of his mouth was cracked, Every word you say is like biting off a piece of your own flesh.

"It hurts." Fu Shannon said sincerely.

The roommate lowered his head, and this action made his chin slightly retracted, allowing Fu Shannon to see his eyes clearly.Those eyes had a strange light at the moment, like pity, but also like nostalgia, Fu Shannon grasped this keenly, he saw another soul through his own skin.However, soon, all these emotions were taken back by him, and he continued to look calm in the ancient well. "But you have to stand up," he said. "God helps those who help themselves, and God abandons those who abandon themselves."

Fu Shannon still struggled to get up, trying to follow his roommate. He swayed like a clumsy penguin.

"Go in front of me." The roommate urged.

"Why?" Fu Shannon turned back and looked at him curiously.

"I'm going to teach you the first lesson - don't show your back to anyone."

"including me?"

"Including you." The roommate was determined.

Fu Shannon smiled, that smile was as thin as the morning fog, and quickly dissipated in the air.

For many years after that, he didn't smile.

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Three months later, Fu Jiayi's neighbors realized that something was wrong because they hadn't seen him for a long time, so they called the police.The people from the police station opened the door, and the corpse was completely stench. He fell on the ground, and the medicine bottle was down on the side, and the granular medicine was scattered on the ground.His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe that he left the world like this.The pain should entangle the soul until the last moment, the body arched like a prawn, protecting the heart.

"Does he have any relatives? Take his ashes away." The police station asked.

"His son is still in prison and has no relatives." The neighbor replied.

Fu Shannon was sharpening his dagger when the news reached the prison.Compared with the naive three months ago when he was still a little baby fat, the lines of his face at this moment have become tougher, and his eyes are more indifferent.This boy who just passed his 16th birthday grew up overnight, like a sharpened dagger.

He heard footsteps, and hid the dagger in his sleeve, but his thumb accidentally touched the blade, cutting a deep wound.

Fu Shannon put his thumb into his mouth indifferently, and a faint fishy smell spread in his mouth.In the past, he was very afraid of pain, and his father would laugh at him for being delicate and expensive. Just like a girl, he would act like a baby when he heard those words.But not anymore, no one and no need.His feelings are like an extinct volcano, layer after layer of rocks are completely sealed up, and are sharpened by wind and sand.

Emotions are like magma, entering from the throat, passing through the internal organs, scorching the inside of the person to rot, leaving only a pair of flamboyant skins, living in this world like a walking dead.

"Dead?" Fu Shannon repeated the sentence with doubts in his voice.

The prison guard who came to inform the news frowned into the word "Chuan", and his expression was completely impatient: "I heard that the disease occurred at home, and the medicine was not taken in time, and the neighbors found out after several days of death."

Seeing Fu Shannon's heartless look, he snorted, his heart was full of sarcasm, his mouth was wicked if he was not careful, and he muttered in a low voice: "Like a father, like a son."

These words are usually used to praise people, but when the scene changes, it becomes a curse: my son is like this, and I am not a good person.

Fu Shannon fell down clutching his stomach, his face turned pale, his eyes closed, like a dead man.The prison guard was about to leave, but when he saw something was wrong, he came to open the door - this is his jurisdiction, and the dead are responsible, and the way to be responsible is to deduct the bonus.He took the electric shock rod and stabbed Fu Shannon in the stomach: "Hey! Are you all right?"

This prison guard wouldn't do this if he met other people, but Fu Shannon, as the youngest prisoner in this district, coupled with his good temperament, made it easy for people to relax their vigilance, so he came in like this.

The person who was lying on the corpse stood up like a ghost at this moment, pressed the prison guard to the edge of the table, slid the dagger to the palm of his hand, pierced it straight into his palm, and nailed his palm to the table. This series of movements was extremely smooth , without any sloppiness, Fu Shannon grabbed the prison guard's throat with both hands, and his voice sounded like a roaring beast: "Say it again, dare you say it again! You deserve to say that about him!"

The prison guard's electric shock baton fell to the ground, his face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, and he kicked and kicked in the air, struggling endlessly.The guards patrolling the corridor rushed over when they heard the commotion, and hurriedly pulled Fu Shannon off the man, and beat and kicked him mercilessly.

As long as it is not killed, it will be beaten to death.

Fu Shannon kept yelling and cursing, and his roommate got up with a cold face under the farce, and watched Fu Shannon being dragged out by the prison guards indifferently, exhausted and covered with scars.

Not surprisingly, Fu Shannon was locked in a small dark room for 72 hours, without water, light, food, or freedom. A fully enclosed cage of one cubic meter was where he stayed for the past three days.

Three days later, Fu Shannon came out with an unshaven beard and the lights in his eyes were extinguished.

Both resentment and hope are gone.

Back in the cell, the roommate turned over and leaned sideways on the upper bunk, watching him get to the lower bunk step by step, and sat down in a daze, like a little zombie.

The roommate poked his head face down to see Fu Shannon's unpredictable face, and finally tears fell silently.

"I don't have a father anymore." Fu Shannon cried, "No more."

The roommate was stunned, blinked his eyes, and after a long time realized that this was an aggrieved coquettish, the other party wanted to respond, so he said, "I didn't either, it's evened out."

Fu Shannon shed tears and grew from a boy to a man overnight.

During his time in prison, he learned self-defense and killing with his roommates, and his mind, which is too lazy to use the rest of the time except for studying, was whirling. The prison has the Huanyu Internet and books. He is like a predator, digesting these things. It's completely clean, used to kill the hormones that had nowhere to bloom when they were young.

The roommate is a supernatural person, and there is almost no difference between prison and outside.Fu Shannong belatedly discovered that the roommate had sex behind his back, but he had already waded in the water, so he didn't worry about the problem of wet shoes.

A year later, the roommate was released from prison, and by the way, he was also released from prison.

Fu Shannon embarked on a life he never thought he would lead. He became a killer, nicknamed Silver Fox, and he never missed a kill.After he was released from prison, he investigated his own affairs clearly and killed his enemy with his own hands-at the legal level, he could not sanction the other party, so he could only end the hatred in this way.

The roommate took him to be a teacher, and when he was able to stand on his own, he left his side and disappeared.

Fu Shannon asked him why he left, and his roommate asked him why he stayed?

The reason for leaving is the same as the reason for staying. The universe is so big, and from the moment people leave the earth because they are worried about the spread of ecological disasters and blow up the earth, the so-called hometown no longer exists, and they are always wandering.

"See you Shannon, somewhere, sometime."

Fu Shannong couldn't help feeling sad when he saw the back of him leaving and saw him leaving in a fighter plane.

His life is almost divided into two, the former walks in the sun, while the latter survives in the dark night, puts on a mask, forgets the original name and identity, exists in the form of a ghost, and gradually becomes the person he once dismissed.At the age of 20, he adopted a child picked up from the slums and named him Xinghun.

He originally wanted Xinghun to live in the sun, with the part he couldn't enjoy, but this person walked in the dark night wholeheartedly, to make rules, Silver Fox didn't want to influence his thoughts, and didn't want to control him, so he could only do this let go.

He is tired of that kind of life, competition, murder, alcohol, sex, these are not things he likes, but he has to ups and downs in it, drifting away from the original thought.

Later, the two bumped into each other by mistake, and Yinhu didn't think much about it. He just felt a little embarrassed, and thought it would be a bit embarrassing for the two to meet again. He simply took the spaceship out to relax, but the spaceship accidentally exploded. He escaped by chance and was taken by Xie Ze. He suddenly felt that this was God giving him a chance to start again, to live the life he had dreamed of before, to be an idler, as long as he didn't starve to death.

So he stayed on the Ghost, and after so many years, the Ghost became his home.He never thought about going back. Everyone has his own way, but let's not ask about the future.

Fu Shannon opened his eyes and found that he had slept under the shade of a tree. This sleep spanned the past and present, like a long dream.

He seldom stepped out of the Ghost, and he would never fall asleep like this outside. Perhaps it was because this was his hometown, which made him let go of his rare vigilance and fell asleep like this.

The sky was gloomy, covered with dark clouds, and the air was so humid that water would come out of the clothes. It would not be long before the torrential rain would pour down. He stood up, covered with grass seeds and grass clippings, and patted those things off, slowly Walk on Berlin Boulevard.

There was a lot of traffic on the road, and even the sky was covered by the hurrying dual-purpose vehicles. Only Fu Shannon was doing nothing, like a homeless man.

There is a church on Berlin Boulevard, which looks very much like Tolstoy's "Notre Dame de Paris". It was so late, and the heavy rain was coming, so there were few people. Fu Shannon walked over there and opened the door.

Row after row of chairs are placed in the empty church. When weekends come, countless solemnly dressed people will pray to God here, telling their inner desires and repeating God’s guidance: love is long-suffering, Love is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up, does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is slow to anger, thinks no evil, does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, All things believe, all things hope, all things endure; love never fails.

The sky was dim, and the interior of the church was shrouded through the glass, making it difficult to see the interior of the church.Fu Shannon touched the handrail and walked to the top floor.He used to like coming here very much. The church is located in the center of the city. Looking around from the top, you can have a panoramic view of the whole city.

Huge stone pillars support the dome of the church. There is a transparent material in the center of the arched top, which leaks a few rays of light. The willow window on the back is the unique stained window of the church, which is a kind inherited from the earth age. Glass art, using rich stained glass art, to create a modern and unique romance.If the sun shines on it, there will be a dazzling light in the church, which will make people dizzy.

The translucent light swayed on the wall, and the reliefs were faintly visible. The gods watched the people walking in the middle, with compassionate and sad eyes.

At the end of the road, where the light cannot reach, the thinker heard the sound of footsteps, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Fu Shannon walked forward relying on memory, the huge space echoed his footsteps, duk, duk, duk, in such rhythmic footsteps, suddenly there was noise mixed in.

Something fell to the ground, making a crisp "ding" sound.

Fu Shannon's muscles all over his body issued a warning. He has never noticed the existence of another person since he entered the door!This person even hid the sound of his breathing very well. If Fu Shannon hadn't been alerted by the sudden drop of something, he would never have noticed it!He looked there and said sharply, "Who?"

He took out the gun with lightning speed and pointed it at a dark place.

The man leaned over to pick up the lighter that fell on the ground, skillfully opened the metal cover, and lit the flame.

The faint light illuminated his chin and also illuminated his face.

The master of Zijin Hall, the only disciple of Silver Fox, Star Soul.

He smiled slightly, his handsome face was particularly rigid, his eyes revealed a little melancholy, and his voice tried to sound orderly, but the trembling voice finally betrayed the deepest feelings in his heart.

This is a hodgepodge of emotions: excitement mixed with grievances, grievances mixed with dissatisfaction, dissatisfaction with a bit of hatred, hatred and love reunion endlessly entangled, cut it, cut it, cut it, end it Out comes a plate of fruity mixed salad.

"Teacher, long time no see."

A gust of wind blew out the small flame of the lighter, leaving only two people confronting each other in the dark.