Group Pet Career in Yokohama

The boy in the white velvet cap casually ate the ice cream mouthful after mouthful. He tasted it without the slightest emotion. Presumably, if he was given a glass of shaved ice without any additions at this moment, it would probably be the same for him.

Tasting desserts like this is unforgivable for a sweet tooth lover like Hill, just like a person who loves antique collection comes to the house as a guest, but the host makes tea for him with a set of valuable antique tea sets. Violence.

In particular, what he tasted was Fenglan Holiday, which Hill wanted to try very much, but was rejected by the Central Plains.

But it is his freedom to eat what he wants, and Hill can only observe secretly.

stare--

Aware of Hill's eager gaze, the boy did not raise his head blandly. The white fur collar around his cheeks made his face paler and thinner.Through the glass window, the fading twilight made his delicate and delicate face slightly blue, and with the inconspicuous dark circles under his eyes, he looked even more unhealthy.

Although his appearance and temperament are very harmless, or the disguise seems harmless, but Hill felt that his eyes seemed to be hidden in the shadows, under the extremely soft light cast from above, but There is something similar to ghosts and night.

Hill found that there was still a little cream in the corner of his mouth, so she pointed to the corner of her mouth with a smile. He was stunned, then took out a piece of paper and wiped it slowly.

"Hey, big brother, what's the flavor of Orchid Holiday?" Hill held his cheeks and tilted his head, looking forward to his answer.

The tables they are at are adjacent to each other, and the two sit opposite each other. The table of the ice cream-themed light food shop is relatively narrow, so it is not far away from two tabletops, and it is not far away for two strangers. The distance is just right for conversation.

There is also a vine-shaped partition next to it, with two tables and one partition layout. Although the store is very noisy at this time, what the other party is saying can be heard clearly.

He thought for a while, and said slowly: "It's probably the smell of fishing on the edge of a frozen lake."

"Fishing?" Hill was taken aback.

Fishing on the edge of a frozen lake... This is a very abstract sentence, and it is far from the name of the ice cream. The maker must want to taste the literal meaning and enjoy the holiday-like leisure.

But she soon understood, and the situation might be surprisingly simple.

"Big brother is too cold, so the coldness of the ice cream is the first thing you feel when you eat it, right?"

It's like eating hot pot in the house in summer, the first thing you feel must be the heat.

"Well, that's right."

He nodded slightly.

Hill blinked, looked at him calmly, and smiled slightly: "Then what's the matter with big brother coming to see me?"

Fyodor was stunned, opened his eyes wide in surprise, and then slowly, like a night flower that bloomed silently at night, he showed a gentle smile.

"What do you think..." The corners of his mouth became especially gentle, and he no longer pretended to be unfamiliar, "What does this world look like?"

As if he just wanted to chat impromptu, he looked at Hill with an extremely gentle look, with a little encouragement in his eyes, a bit like the way a pastor or priest in a church looks at believers.

But Hill felt that he was not such a gentle person. From the first point of view, he was definitely the kind of person who calmly said "God is dead" and decisively killed the savior in people's minds.

Let the world face the suffering in life.

Hill rested his elbows on the clean table in distress, "Big brother asked a very broad question."

"Just follow your heart and answer."

Fyodor lowered his eyes, picked up the coffee at hand, took a sip, and then frowned slightly.

... so hot.

"Drinking hot coffee after eating ice cream is not good for your health." After Hill kindly reminded him, he continued to think about the question he asked before, "This world... Although my vocabulary is poor, if this world uses one word words to describe."

"—It really is 'interesting'." The corner of Hill's mouth twitched happily.

"Interesting... including humans?"

"Yes, it's very interesting." Hill nodded gently, affirming his point of view, "Human beings are more diverse creatures than all colors combined, unlike those produced by an assembly line, everyone has Distinctive traits, traits common to a group.”

"And this superposition of uniqueness and diversity is very interesting and intriguing."

Fyodor lowered his head slightly, his deep purple eyes contained the obscurity that was about to go away, and he said indifferently: "But sometimes, human beings are all sinners."

"It's not sometimes, it's all the time."

"Oh?" Fyodor looked at Hill unexpectedly, not expecting her to say that.

"Because people are self-interested, just like children will not respect others unless they are trained and guided, and human nature is to dominate and objectify others. If this desire to dominate is rejected, children will cry and feel uncomfortable .This is common to all human beings, although the more mature the expression, the more subtle it is."

Fyodor showed an interested look, and acted as a qualified listener from the original casual to engrossed, encouraging Hill to continue talking.

"However, human is the only creature that can create meaning. Even if there is no meaning, it will create meaning. Sin is probably a kind of meaning created by human beings. It is an accessory of human beings, which is completely different from the law of the jungle in nature."

Hill smiled, and said lightly: "If there are no human beings... all sins will disappear, right?"

She said things that would sound scary in a very natural way.

"But it's a pity that all the virtues and humanity will disappear." She sighed regretfully, "there is no such thing as good and evil, good and bad..."

"Then what is the meaning of eradicating sins? ... Well, I guess the meaning of eradicating sins will not exist by then, right?"

"...That's right." Fyodor thought about it.

He thought about it carefully, and said in a low voice: "Although human beings are all sinful and despicable, as you said, if human beings disappear, all the meanings created by them will disappear. The meaning of it disappears... So it is better for human beings to continue to exist in this world to redeem themselves."

"So Hill," he made no secret that he came to Hill with a purpose, and called out Hill's name very naturally, "Do you think the existence of supernatural beings is reasonable?"

"Hey, big brother." Hill didn't answer immediately, but said with a little dissatisfaction: "I still don't know your name after talking for so long? You know my information, but I don't know anything about you .”

"Fyodor." He smiled slightly, "but you don't know nothing about me."

He believed that the girl in front of him had already seen his true colors, although this really surprised him.

Hill blinked innocently, and naturally continued the previous topic, "Well, you said supernatural beings...then the corresponding ones are ordinary people, right?"

"Terror, oppression, deceit, torture... These are the hidden truths of this world, the labels given by the rulers to the ruled, the strong by the weak, and the supernatural and ordinary people are just one of the opposing roles in it." .”

Hill pouted as he spoke, and said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Fyodor asked me this, as if he was asking whether my powerful existence is reasonable."

But if everything pursued a balance, the world would be meaningless, she thought boredly.

...like asking if a powerful presence is justified?

Fyodor was in a trance for a while, as if a fireball suddenly appeared from above, it exploded in front of him like a bullet, rolled and landed on the ground, even the blood vessels that were always numb and cold were throbbing.

He was silent for a while.

But precisely because his belief is more real than anyone else, like a synthetic person, a person who eliminates the value of the existing world, it is a little difficult for him not to be shaken by Hill's words.

but……

He lowered his brows and eyes, and he really needed to sort out his beliefs and purposes all the time.

Fyodor looked around, stood up, came to Hill's side, and bent slightly.

His eyes at this moment no longer carried the incomparably calm smile as before, but became cautious and serious.

He stared at Hill for a while, and finally said slowly: "Hill, the conversation with you made me feel very meaningful...I look forward to seeing you next time."

After that, he turned his back and prepared to leave.

"I believe it won't be far..."

He murmured in a low voice.

The cold north wind blew by the street, which was a little colder than the bustling shop.

Fyodor, who had already walked out of the ice cream shop, turned on the wireless communicator hidden in his collar, and said blankly: "The plan is cancelled."

The purpose of Fyodor's visit this time is to get in touch with Hill briefly, and then plan to kill her.

Although he was really interested in her ability to elicit fragile emotions and make people confess, but for his future plans, Hill, who also has the ability to heal—must die.

But now he has changed his mind.

He walked slowly along the street into a remote and deep alley, coughing lightly from time to time until he completely disappeared into the darkness.

"Here, Hill." Zhong Yuan also walked to Hill with two servings of ice cream, and put her ice cream in front of her.

He complained unhappily: "I don't know why there are so many people today, and the queue was delayed for a long time."

"It's neither summer nor a weekend, so why are there so many queues, and when it's my turn, the ordering machine is out of order...... Are you in a hurry?"

He pulled out a chair and sat down beside Hill.

"Well, there are indeed a lot of people today." Hill nodded and opened his share, "And why am I in a hurry when I've been sitting here? It's hard work, brother."

Hill scooped up a scoop of ice cream and handed it to him.

"what--"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also at a loss for a moment, then opened his mouth blankly.

Feel the sweetness of mango and orange juice melt in the mouth quickly, leaving only a trace of cool mint in the end.

"...It's not hard at all."

He uncomfortably took a sip of the coffee he had just ordered.

hiss--

Very hot.

Then his cell phone rang and he answered the call.

"... Hill, we have to go back first." After hanging up the phone, the originally gentle aura around Zhongya suddenly became dignified.

"Something happened..."

Yokohama is going to be chaotic.

This was also the beginning of the bloody days that followed.