Who calls this thing a god?

The journey is long.

The train passes through the mountains like a bunch of meteors that never leave.

Qiyou has nothing to entertain, and most of the time he takes a nap with his arms folded.

Every time before he fell asleep, he could feel that the people around him lowered their conversations thoughtfully.

They don't know what a god is, and they just care about this little brother who met by chance as "clan compatriots".

When Qiyou woke up for the second time, she just caught up with the old lady packing her luggage quietly. She was carrying a large bag and a small package, and she sat in the seat quite tiredly and took a quick breath.

"Auntie, have you arrived?"

The man also just took a nap and sat up straight while rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah."

The old lady laughed so hard that she couldn't see her teeth, "I'll get off at this stop."

The train slowed down and stopped just at the platform.

The noisy sound in the carriage is like boiling water, which penetrates into people's ears and is indescribably irritating.

Qiyou sat silently for a while, then suddenly stood up at the same time as the old lady stood up.

Granny: "..." Sawadika.

She didn't move, she didn't move, until Qiyou picked up her side luggage bag with one hand, and then she came back to life.

"This, this is what I want to take away..."

After hearing the words, Qiyou paused, his face darkened two degrees, and he walked towards the entrance of the carriage without saying a word.

The old lady followed behind him, unavoidably muttering in her heart that the luggage in his hand was obviously explosives/explosives.

But this "college student" with a stinky face and standing somewhere blowing the wind just sent the person to the door in a proper manner, and handed the luggage bag to the person the moment the old lady stepped out of the car.

"Boy—"

The old lady was gradually washed away by the crowd, she turned her head and waved to him with difficulty, her thanks were only in the shape of her mouth amidst the crowd.

The purplish, chapped lips opened and closed, trying to convey every word clearly to him.

Thanks--

Qiyou was standing in the center of the crowd, sometimes someone touched his shoulder and pushed his back, but he still stood straight, with a dazed expression on his face.

He "heard" the man say thank you, over and over again.

Sincere, earnest, open-minded.

From her, Qiyou saw another person who passed away, also an old lady, but what she gave him was the opposite.

"..."

He silently raised the corner of his lower lip, and the curvature of his brows and eyes could be considered gentle.

"Goodbye."

The train started again, and the seat next to Qiyou was replaced by another person. He was wearing a mask and couldn't see his whole face. He was probably a young man in his 20s. As soon as he sat down, he put on his hat and fell asleep on the table.

The uncle licked his elbow, but Qiyou didn't even give him a look, treating him like a wood that could breathe.

"Hey, big brother." The uncle said, "Did someone steal your luggage, or did you play truant?"

Qi You: "..."

He was empty-handed, alone, and really had no luggage.

No wonder the uncle put him on the spot as a runaway kid.

"Where do you get off at?"

Qi You felt that this question was irrelevant, so he said casually, "Shengu station."

"Shen Gu... Chen Gu."

Shengu Mountain is a relatively famous mountain in China. It is located in the suburbs outside the city, and the boundless area is included in Shengu Mountain.

"It's cold over there, I'm afraid you won't be able to wear these, brother."

Qi You didn't care too much, he planned to kill Gu Buming directly, and if Gu Buming was there, he would save him on the spot.

"If you don't dislike it..." The uncle seemed to be a little bit embarrassed, and said with pain in his heart: "Brother, I don't have any good clothes here, or...this one for you?"

Qi You took a look at the large canvas that was covering his body.

"...No, thank you."

The uncle stared at him eagerly for a while, until Qi You wanted to slap him out of the window, but the man suddenly said: "Brother, are you the young master who sneaked out from some family to experience life?"

Qi You: "..."

I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense.

It was not only the young master who rushed to the destination at high speed, but also his owner.

Lu Chan was afraid that people would be hungry, so he did his best to get out of half a month's work in one day, and didn't even sleep well at night, so he wrapped up his coat and hurriedly rested on a hotel bed for a night.

The next day he was in a hurry to go back, but what greeted him was not the warm and fragrant little princess but an empty cold room.

Lu Chan: "..."

Although Qiyou usually doesn't like to reply to his messages, but he won't run away without saying a word.

With a jump in his heart for no reason, he took out his phone to enter the *** mode, and clicked on the most obscure icon in the folder in the upper right corner.

A small round red dot is shining slightly, and its coordinates are at the upper level of Bureau Nine in the city center.

……

"Hey, old Lu, are you back? Why are you so early?"

Jiang Fusheng held half a piece of custard cake in his mouth, and watched someone blowing in under a black whirlwind. He was stunned for a moment, swallowed the food numbly, and asked hesitantly, "You...you burned the paper?"

The person who came was Lu Chan with a face full of black air. The air pressure in his body was so low that it almost formed ice balls.

He pursed his lips, not in the mood to answer Jiang Fusheng's words, strode past him, and went straight to the director's office.

At this time, Lu Chan did not forget his good habits. He stood at the door and knocked politely, three times and two times. He didn't open the door until he heard "Come in" from inside the room.

The director of the Ninth Bureau sat behind his desk as usual, holding steaming hot tea in his hand, and the white porcelain teapot looked ridiculously shabby.

The moment Shen Xuan saw him, the expression on his face was somewhat relieved.

He slowly put down the tea mug in his hand, casually rubbed his red palms, and said softly, "Xiao Lu, you are back."

Lu Chan's eyebrows twitched, and the bulging masseter muscle was faintly visible, which showed how much effort he had put in to suppress his anger.

"……Yes."

This word was chewed heavily by his teeth, and it looked ferocious.

Lu Chan turned back and closed the door, and walked to Shen Xuan's desk step by step and stood still.

This distance is just right, you can attack when you advance, and you can defend when you retreat.

It was the first time for Shen Xuan to see the child he raised with his own hands showing such an expression. The arc of his shoulders and back was fully stretched, like a bow and arrow.

He thought about what he should say, so he tentatively said:

"How about your work over there..."

"Qiyou left."

Lu Chan cut off his words, his eyes became more intense and sharp: "He came to look for you before he left, didn't he? Old Shen."

"..."

Shen Xuan let out a long sigh, "Yes."

"It's about the Quirks, isn't it?"

Shen Xuan said: "Yes."

Lu Chan gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "It has something to do with the agreement you made when you got him into the ninth game, isn't it?"

Shen Xuan froze suddenly, like a hidden old scar on his heart being torn apart, he was at a loss at first, and then penetrated by overwhelming pain.

He also gritted his teeth and said, "...Yes."

At the end of September last year, the God of Resentment You entered the world, Shen Xuan recruited Qi You to enter the game, and met and talked with him alone in the interrogation room, the content of which is unknown.

Jiang Fusheng asked a lot about the benefits given by the director.

Director Shen said that of course it was because the staff dormitories of Bureau Nine had beautiful scenery and well-equipped facilities.

... Lu Chan does not believe such words.

From the moment he saw Qiyou, he knew that Qiyou would not enter any game easily, unless he had what he was looking for, and it was a dream.

"What did you promise him?"

Lu Chan stared at him closely, wishing he could see through him.

Shen Xuan opened his mouth when he wanted to speak.

"...he doesn't want you to know."

"Old Shen," Lu Chan emphasized, "Qiyou is not someone else, he is your daughter-in-law."

Shen Xuan: "..."

"If something happened to someone else, I wouldn't even take a look, but it's Qiyou."

Lu Chan clenched his fists, and every word hit his heart, "If I don't say the nonsense about the [-]th inning, it doesn't mean I don't know. I can’t guess it. But I told you about this long ago, Old Shen, I don’t care what happened to the ninth inning. I stayed here because I was afraid that you would die on this chair one day, and I wouldn’t even have a chance to collect your body. But you fucking...you can't bring Qiyou into it!"

His voice was trembling, and every word was soaked in blood.

"Qi You lost all his divine power, and there was still a shackle on his hand, he went to an unfamiliar place—"

Lu Chan suddenly choked up, he thought of Qiyou and asked seriously, "What do you like about me?"

——"I have killed people and set them on fire. It's very bad. I should rot in a temple and die in a dream. What do you like about me?"

What do you like?

It doesn't seem like I like you.

I just, like you.

Lu Chan raised his face and said, "He's not a god, he's a human..."

He's just a greedy, sleepy, fish-loving, lazy, clean and kind person.

He is neither sinister nor frightening, he hurts when he touches it, and he has to walk several times before he can barely remember it, and he will silently pass a pack of tissues when others are crying.

He is not the god of resentment, he is prayer.

"Let him live, let him..."

"Live in the light."

Is it that difficult?

Everyone wanted to blame God You for being bloody, that was his only value.

Only Lu Chan stood under the altar with his arms outstretched, ready to catch the weightless falling god at any time.

But his eyes were covered with a ribbon tied by the gods himself, Lu Chan couldn't see him, even if he knew that there was an undercurrent behind him.

The chief's office was as silent as a silent trial.

In the end, Shen Xuan was defeated. He seemed to have aged in an instant, with a tired expression, and said softly, "Now I finally believe it."

Without waiting for Lu Chan to ask questions, Shen Xuan replied with a wry smile: "Believe in cause and effect, those who owe will one day have to confess in person."

"Xiao Lu," Shen Xuan sat up halfway, gathering the miscellaneous objects on the table, moving slowly, and the strength of twiddling his fingers and raising his hands was gradually fading, "...I remember when you were young, those little brats in the military camp Ask me why my surname is Shen and your surname is Lu."

He lowered his head and smiled, no different from an ordinary elderly father.

"You never ask me, you just sneak a look at me behind them when they ask me."

Shen Xuan swept away all the pen container, pen and ink, paper inkstone, paperweight, etc. on the table, revealing the leather surface of the table case.

Without changing his expression, he took out a paper knife from the drawer, and cut a square piece of leather along the corner of the table.

Lu Chan's eyes locked on that corner.

But it wasn't really bare there.

In its place was a piece of talisman that looked like blood had been splashed on it.

Dilapidated and spooky.

"Actually, that's the name you chose yourself, but you just forgot."

Shen Xuan smiled, his demeanor changed from his tiredness before, and he could even be called immortal.

"This may be the longest story I've ever told you, and I hope you wake up...not hating me."

The author has something to say: I feel so sorry for Qi You when I wrote this chapter.

In fact, he is not that bad, nor is he superior, but with the identity of "Resentment God" as a barrier, no one will take the initiative to rescue him from the mud.

Confessor to Mama!

下章开始是有关过去往事的揭秘，终于到这里了。感谢在2020-09-2517:24:55~2020-09-2617:30:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of olive;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!