Violence and Pro Guide

This is a small subsidiary planet on the edge of the Sikri galaxy, so small that it doesn't even have its own name, only a simple number - T19.

A dilapidated transport ship docked at the edge of the only interstellar port in T19. The lights inside the ship were on, but there was no human voice, only the hum of the smart cleaning machine.

Ron was leaning back in the rocking chair near the porthole, eyes closed, an old blanket draped over him.Mourinho went to the aborigines to exchange food, because his condition suddenly deteriorated the day before yesterday, and they had to stay on this barren little planet for a while, otherwise he might not have the strength to support the next voyage.

The sweeper slid over gently and sucked up a handful of biscuit crumbs under his feet. Ron's eyelids moved. The sound reminded him of the leaf rat he raised on the planet Ilan when he was a child.

I don't know why, but recently he always thinks about the past, even the small details that he didn't remember before are very clear.

Maybe it's because I'm about to die, he thought. The boss once said that when a person is about to die, his whole life will go through in his mind like a movie. When can you die in peace.

There was nothing to do, he sighed softly, opened his eyes, and looked at the frozen world outside through the porthole. T19 was very similar to Yilan, with snow all year round and no human presence.

He was sent to Quimby at the age of six, along with eight other children.He is not the most beautiful or the smartest among these people, but for some reason, Kunby prefers him. As long as he stays in Yilan, he will be taken to his bedroom and put on for him. All kinds of nice little clothes, dress him up like a doll, and let him play by your side.

"Dad, I want to go out and play." At that time, he was still called Yop, and he had no sense of his future doom. When he was bored, he would lie in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and look at the outside world. Dad, can you make me a snowman?"

"It's too cold outside, and there are a lot of wild beasts. You're still so young, you're only safe if you stay at home." Quimby hugged him on his lap, stroked his blond hair gently with his big hands, and murmured , "When are you going to grow up baby, huh?"

"I'm going to grow up soon!" He said unconvinced, "I'm already ten years old, and I've grown twelve centimeters this year."

Quimby looked at him and smiled meaningfully: "Yeah, you will grow up soon, don't worry, don't worry."

At that time, Yop thought that Quimby was comforting him, but later realized that he was comforting himself.

Time slipped by day by day, and unknowingly, there were fewer and fewer children in the villa. The housekeeper said that they all had serious genetic diseases and either died or were sent to better hospitals.

Yop didn't think much about it at first, but as he approached adulthood, he gradually realized that something was wrong with him, sometimes itching all over his body, sometimes his eyes couldn't see clearly, and the most serious one even fell into a coma for several days .

"Dad, am I sick?" He was a little scared, and the next time Quimby came, he pestered him and asked, "Will I die like other children? Or will I be sent to another place?"

Quimby shook his head with complicated eyes: "No, you won't, you are different from them."

At that time, he had already grown very tall, almost reaching the bridge of the nose of an adult man. Quimby could no longer hold him on his knees, but he still fondled his hair as he did when he was a child, and asked the housekeeper to cook for him Pudding, and even stayed in his bedroom at night, reading him sweet fairy tales when he was convulsed and convulsed.

"What is this?" Once he was very ill and lay on the bed for a long time. Quimby was afraid that he would be depressed, so he asked someone to give him an exquisite cage, and there were a pair of small gray animals in the cage.

"This is Leaf Rat, Master Jop." The housekeeper put small grains of corn in the food bowl on the lower level of the cage, and handed him a small water bottle. "Come on, can you give them some water? Sir, I'll leave it to you in the future." Come take care of them."

Jop's eyes were a little blurry, but he managed to add water to the cage. Two leaf mice rushed down to drink the water, gnawed on the corn with their front paws, and bowed to him with a look of gratitude.

Jop giggled. "It's so cute. Can I give them my pudding?"

The housekeeper's eyes shrank a little: "No way, Master Yop, that is specially prepared for you by the master's order."

In front of the butler, Jop agreed, but as soon as the butler walked away, he secretly broke up his pudding with a spoon and threw it into the food bowl: "Here you are, it's delicious."

The Leafmouse liked the pudding as much as he liked his gentle and generous master, and it made Jop's bedtime less difficult.Sometimes he would have a cage put by his side, and he would sleep with the leaf mice at night, even reading them his storybooks.

However, bad luck came. A week later, the two leaf mice became ill. They couldn't see anything at first, and they were always bumped against the railing of the cage. A few days later, severe tumors appeared in the abdomen.Doctors operated on them, but they still died one after another.

"Leaf rats are genetically defective animals, and they are prone to malignant tumors. I'm sorry baby, the doctor has tried their best." Quimby accompanied him to bury the dead leaf rats in a flower pot on the roof, and put his arms around his thin shoulders Sigh, "Don't be sad, if you like, I'll let someone find a healthier pet for you to play with, okay?"

"No need." Yop refused with red eyes. For some reason, he was not at all surprised by the death of the two leaf mice, as if he had expected that the creatures living in this house would die sooner or later, including himself.

He slept very restlessly that night, woke up in the middle of the night, and wandered around the villa like a ghost. Finally, his footsteps stopped at the door of the laboratory on the ground floor, and he heard his adoptive father arguing with who and what.

"Can't stop, sir, he will get through it." It was the doctor's voice, "He is the most genetically pure of all the experimental subjects, he is almost 100% purebred unicorn, such a sample is too rare We can't give up."

"He's too weak." The adoptive father's voice said, "His nervous system is mutating. Recently, he has difficulty controlling his form while sleeping, and often turns into a unicorn."

"It doesn't matter, even if he has been in the animal state, it will have no effect on the experiment." The doctor said, "And he is going to be an adult soon, sir, this is the only sample that may survive to adulthood in so many years. If you do it again, We don’t necessarily have that kind of luck.”

"Let me think about it." The adoptive father, who has always been calm and determined, showed a rare weakness in his tone, and he murmured, "Maybe you are right, I have been a little too emotional recently, that child..."

"He's lovely, and I can see what you're thinking," sighed the doctor. "Perhaps you should rein in yourself, sir. And you shouldn't let him have any leaf rats, he must have given his pudding to him." The leaf rats ate them, and that's why those little things died so ugly."

Yop felt that he was very cold, and he retreated step by step on tiptoe, all the way back to his bedroom, locked the door and curled himself up in a corner.The way the leaf rats died kept lingering in his mind, making him tremble like a pendulum. He had killed them, and if he hadn't given them those puddings, they wouldn't have died so ugly.

A terrifying thought came to mind - could their today be his tomorrow?

This idea is getting stronger and stronger, making it almost impossible for him to stay here any longer.In the early hours of the morning, he climbed to the roof of the top floor, unscrewed the plug of the ventilation pipe with a pair of pointed pliers, and climbed out of the villa along the dirty pipe.

Yilan's winter was so cold that he realized that he was wearing too little clothes when he was exposed to the air, but he had no time to go back and add clothes. He endured the cold and turned into a beast, spreading his immature wings to welcome In the cold wind, he flew to the distant woods.

He didn't know where he was going, and he couldn't tell the direction at all, but he just wanted to escape subconsciously, leave this place, leave Quimby, leave those evil puddings.

The cold wind cut his body like a knife, and the dew condensed on his wings, turning into ice, making him more and more cold and tired.When it was broad daylight, he had to land by a small frozen river to give himself a rest.

When the search and rescue dogs rushed over from the other side of the river, he was completely frightened and stupid. He completely forgot to turn into a beast to escape, and ran barefoot into the woods.A dozen specially trained baboon dogs quickly caught up with him, surrounded him, bit his trousers, and dragged him into the mud mixed with crushed ice.

"Take him back." Quimby found him following the sound of the baboon dog, but instead of approaching him and hugging him as usual, he looked at him from a distance, and coldly ordered his bodyguards, "Take him to the doctor."

Yop lay almost frozen in the mud, his adoptive father's blurry outline was only visible in his blurry vision, he opened his mouth, but nothing came out - he really didn't know whether to call for help or scream .

In the laboratory on the ground floor of the villa, Yop spent the most terrifying night in his life. The usually pleasant doctor seemed to be a different person, forced him into a beast state with drugs, and cut him off with scissors that shone coldly. All the feathers on the tips of the wings.

"This way you won't be able to fly again, my little guy." He smiled and collected the cut feathers, tied them into a bunch with a red ribbon, and tied a beautiful bow. "This is my gift." Give your coming-of-age gift."

Although the base of the wings was injected with anesthesia, Yop passed out from the pain. When he woke up, he found that he had changed into a human form, with burning pain in his shoulders, and he could not even lift his arms. A tied white feather lay beside his pillow, next to a heart-shaped card that read: "Happy birthday to dear Yop, your faithful doctor."

It was snowing outside, large flakes of transparent snowflakes fell on the dead branches, forming a thick layer in the yard. Yop got up tremblingly, folded his arms and pressed his face to the window, and saw that the yard was piled up. A big snowman with a black hat was smiling at him like an evil taunt.

He cried all day, his mind went blank, he didn't know what to do, whether to die immediately or to live on.As night fell, he tried to cut his own artery with a paper knife, but finally gave up. He was more afraid of death than eating pudding, and he had to live.

The pain in his shoulders and back has been tormenting him, and painkillers don't work. His nervous system has been mutated, and ordinary drugs can't work at all.He rolled on the big bed with his arms folded, turned into a unicorn and licked his bare wingtips, untied the ribbons binding the feathers, and tried to put back the cut feathers, but all was in vain. He became a cripple, unable to take to the sky until new feathers grew.

He huddled under the quilt and wept, not understanding why he fell into the abyss of pain. He had never done anything bad, and even the death of the pair of leaf mice was completely unintentional. Why would God give such a cruel fate arranged on his head.

"Don't cry." At some point, his adoptive father came to his room, stroked his hair as usual, and reached into his pajamas with his big cold hands to caress his red, swollen and sore shoulders, "Don't cry, the pain will stop soon. That's good, you won't run around again."

Yop broke free from his hand in fear, and ran towards the door barefoot, but was easily caught by Quimby. Quimby hugged him on his knees like a child, and imprisoned his thin body with strong arms. Looking at his pale face with deep eyes, his eyes were tangled and contradictory.

"Why? Why?" Yop choked up and questioned him, his immature voice became hoarse because of crying, and the sound echoed muffled in his thin chest, making people heartbroken.

Quimby didn't answer, but just shook his head lightly, laid his trembling body flat on the big bed, his tall body lay over him, sighed in despair, and said, "I don't want to do this either, baby."

It was the last time he called him "baby" and after that he took off his pants and before Yop had any idea, he spread his legs and entered him without warning.

The moment his body was pierced, Yop's eyes widened and he opened his mouth without making a sound. Huge and incredible pain spread from his lower body in an instant, making the burning pain in his shoulders seem insignificant.

"Dad!" After realizing what happened, Yop burst into tears, his weak fingers pinched his adoptive father's arm tightly, and every word he said in his hoarse voice seemed to be mixed with blood, "Why, Why, Dad!"

No one answered his question, and what followed was only unscrupulous aggression. Quimby's body pressed against him like an immovable mountain, imprisoning him so tightly that it was impossible to even escape.

Yop was shaking like a leaf in the wind, crying in confusion, groaning in despair under the shock of his adoptive father again and again, until the sky was dim, and his lower abdomen was slightly bulging due to too much liquid, and he became dizzy fell asleep.

That was the darkest and most painful period of his life. Although it was nothing compared to the later experience, after all, he was too young at that time, and his cognition of "evil" was too limited, so he could do nothing at all. The psychological endurance that an "adopted son" should have.

He thought about dying again, but all that time Quimby was living in his bedroom, watching over him, not even allowing him to be alone in the shower until the eve of his bar mitzvah.

That day he found out that he was pregnant.

After so many years, Ron can't remember how many children he has conceived, ten?twenty?or more?

The sweeper finished its work, turned off the power and docked in the corner, the monotonous hum disappeared, and the transport ship became extremely quiet.Ron picked up the teacup, sipped the potion Mourinho prepared for him before he left, frowned and thought, trying to remember an exact number, but failed in the end, and could only shrug his shoulders helplessly—memory is really a miracle He remembered the sound of the Qingyeshu gnawing on the millet, but he couldn't remember the pain he had experienced. Time was like a sieve, leaving out those unbearable things, leaving only a small amount of happiness.

However, the happiest time in his life was not the carefree childhood, but the days when he stayed with Russell.