[Twilight] Bright sunshine

It was as if the flames of hell were burning in his heart, even though his heart had become a pebble at the gate of the wall of Volterra, motionless.

The scorching madness is still like an immortal enemy day and night, roaring like a beast in my body that has stopped circulating.

Ah Ro's food screamed out the morning again with a high-pitched aria.

I walked through the tunnel leading to the turret, and the rectangular oil lamp groaned faintly.No one cares about these trivial matters, only humans care about whether there is artificial light, temperature comfort and all kinds of things that are so trivial that they sound disgusting.

The walls of the tunnel are full of the so-called masterpieces of artists brought back by Arrow from Florence, Rome, and all over Europe during the Renaissance.

Dmitry once stood in the tunnel for several days and nights. He admired the murals on the entire wall. The color lines on them are outstanding, and they are simply classics that cannot be reproduced.

Of course it can't be reproduced. Those guys turned into desserts and threw them into the restaurant's gutter after they finished painting.

I never thought those things on the walls could be called art. Those lines were a mess, and they were full of deformed products with messy and confused structures, which disgusted me.

Gorgeous colors, colors, colors, I have never seen before.

What I see is only a large group of long lines, short lines, curves and straight lines, and all the artist's souls that should be understood from colors are empty like a mocking mockery.

I can't see the colors, the old yellow walls of Volterra, the castles, the alleys, the Mediterranean bluebells on the fences, I can't see anything that is colored.

This is an unforgivable defect, and I can hardly forgive myself for having such a weakness.

The sunlight rushed in through the cracks in the wall, like a naive villain.I can see the lines of the sun, which are so abstract that it makes your pupils feel distorted. Countless tiny lines beyond the limit of vision crowded my world noisily.

What I need are clear, focused goals.

All this meaningless chaos is a boring, boring enemy that gives me a headache.

If there is any color in this world that I can see, it is the black and off-white that make up those lines.

Hollow gray and white with all kinds of curved vertical and horizontal black.

I can still think of the colorful world, the bright red blood, the ragged strips of flowered cloth worn by Roman slaves, the white skin of annoying human women, the ashes of knives and halberds, the sparks of the first law poured out of bronze.

That was my battlefield, and human memory is fuzzy, except for the intense boiling of the battle, which made me barely remember some boring feelings, the rest is not worth mentioning.

I pushed open the door of the living room, Marcus was still dead, the flames of revenge were burning in his dull brain, but his body had already died along with Didymi's destruction.

The enthusiastic Ah Luo, the smart and wise Ah Luo, the older brother of the woman he loves most who needs his protection.

God knows what kind of inexplicable concept of relationship maintenance has been stuffed into Chelsea's empty brain.

His only living target now is Ah Luo, and just thinking about it gives me goosebumps, thankful that I don't have any physiological reactions that humans should have now.

Although I have to say that Marcus' abilities are very useful, and I never argue with Aro on this, the Volturi will not easily give up any blood disciple with outstanding talents.

Aro's greed excites me, and his habitual collection can save me a lot of time, which is more pleasing to the eye than his voyeuristic ability.This allows me to focus on punishing and catching idiots who break the rules, without getting too distracted by the rest of the utterly meaningless trivialities.

"What a surprise visitor." I sneered, striding to my seat.When I passed the center of the living room, I heard the sinner crouching at my feet panting violently.

What does he need?

blood.

What a natural need.

While night to dawn doesn't make any difference to me, seeing criminals caught and on the verge of breaking down in the early hours of the morning puts my mood in a good direction.

I sat in my seat and touched the handle of the stone chair, the texture of gold was so soft that I wanted to insert my fingers|into it.The complicated and exquisite decoration of these subtleties is still necessary in my opinion.

As I can engrave my exploits on a bronze plate, why should I not.

Therefore, Ah Luo's liking for these classical and extravagant things is just a necessary requirement for his aristocratic habits.

"Caius, his sins alone are enough, there is no need to send guards to judge his family." Marcus's vicissitudes of the old face are all dead white wrinkles, and there are so many lines on his face, So much that I thought the sun was showing its teeth and claws on his face.

I quickly realized that it was the sunlight from the cracks in the stones at the top of the tower that hit his body, his black robes.

I also wear a black robe, but it is also difficult for me to see the color of the black robe on my body clearly.All I see are the same simple lines that irritate me, gray, dull, and tasteless.

"Marcus, I will not let anyone who breaks the rules, including those weak and dirty sprouts." I looked at his old face expressionlessly, and a cold firework violently churned in my chest with.The sun smeared my tough skin, and I felt the slight heat, which didn't do me any favors.

I must now, immediately, execute these condemned things.

"But you didn't provide enough evidence to prove that his family members are also guilty." Marcus raised his face lightly, and the messy gray made his face blurred.

I really hate this face, I secretly bared my teeth in disapproval, if one day Ah Luo agrees to this guy's self-destruction, I will definitely crush his vicissitudes of life.

"Evidence? The crimes committed by this guy are enough for anyone who knows about it to be sentenced to death." I gritted my teeth, and the venom of anger flooded uncontrollably, "He actually shielded the damned werewolf!"

"Betsy is not a werewolf, she is not. The Volturi is righteous and Octavia's law enforcer, so let her go, please let my lover go." The man lying on the slate floor in the center of the hall with difficulty, suddenly An unimaginable force erupted, he raised his head and roared loudly, the despair on his withered cheeks was unbearable. "Please let her go. I can bear any crime. You can do whatever you want. Betsy is innocent."

It's really ugly, I can clearly see the black and blue eye bag lines on his face, black and blue is another color that I have to fill in the blanks to guess.

Tiring morning, unrepentant evil criminal.

Without the strength of self-identity at all, just kneeling down and begging for mercy, even if innocent and innocent, is also a cowardly loser.

If such a fellow were my soldier, I'd take his vile head with the axe, and let warm blood splash at my feet.I will lift his head and shout to my people: "Only a sinister and vicious person with a rebellious heart will easily kneel on his own knees."

But that's what happened when I was human, and now I cut off his head, and all I get is a pile of white lime.

White... A white envelope, with address, name, zip code, and clear black ink stains on it, written in too fine handwriting.

Immediately I couldn't sit still, I needed to touch that letter from across the ocean right now.

That is the only precious channel for me to connect with the world's color cognition in these centuries.

"I saw her turn into a werewolf with my own eyes. My eyes are the most authentic evidence. No criminal can escape my punishment." I quickly stood up and appeared in front of this man. Stay on my shoes.

He wasn't worthy enough to look up at me.

If he dares to look up, I can't guarantee that I won't step on his head.

"She... no, even if she is, she has not committed any crimes, she is pure and innocent, she was born a werewolf is not an option. Why should the Volturi punish people who have not committed crimes, she has no crimes "The man's last strength was wasted on heart-piercing shouts, if he could get some blood, his withered body should be able to revive and jump up to resist.

It's a pity that there is no kind-hearted person in his dreams here, who cares about a criminal's shameless excuse.

"Knowing the law and breaking the law, plus his family's failure to report it, he is dead." No longer paying attention to the trash under my feet, I hastily and clearly judged his crime, "David Colin, shielding the werewolf, sentenced to death."

There was no expression on Marcus's stiff old face. He pondered for a while, who knew if he had gone somewhere else.

He said finally, suppressing Sha Leng, "I have no objection."

The prisoner who protected the werewolf seemed to have lost everything. He gasped and wanted to get up, when a figure suddenly appeared beside him from the corner of the wall, stretched out his hand and pressed him back hard.The hard slate floor was vulnerable to a single blow, and the head smashed down with such force created several cracks in the ground.

"I can plead guilty, but please tell me, how is Betsy?" David ignored that there was still a hand on his head, and he couldn't break free with the strength of the Volturi guard, he could only humbly beg for that almost Unseen hope.

I laughed almost pityingly, pitying the stupidity of other people, how stupid it is.

Fortunately, this idiot has no ability to attract people's attention, otherwise I would have to argue with Ah Luo whether to execute him.

I can't stand having one of my men who is such a stupid, idiot.

"You mean the werewolf?" The werewolf—it doesn't feel good to say the word out of my mouth, the thing I hate the most, I couldn't help frowning, and the irritability returned to my body.The relentless torrent of burning burns swiftly through my venom-filled veins, the long-stopped circulatory system filled with furious passion.

This ebb and flow of emotions, which have nothing to do with any kind of virtue, benevolence, beauty, or supreme wisdom, has literally become the backbone of my existence.

I don't admit that this is despicable and irrational rage and hatred. I prefer it to be courage that cannot be taken away by years.

It fills me with strength enough to tear apart any heinous sinner who lives in shame.

"Do you think she can live to defile this world?" I squinted at him mockingly, then immediately withdrew my smile, and said coldly and calmly, "Jane."

Jane's face was surrounded by dark and messy lines, and there was a kind of holy calm, and her immature childish voice seemed indifferent, "Yes, Caius."

"Is she dead, Volturi, Volturi, Volturi..." The prisoner curled up on the ground in a twisted and deformed painful position. Under Jane's torment, he howled in pain that this represents the victory of justice. The surname is full of unimaginable grief and curse. "You guys who don't know how to love... cruel executioners!"

Jane seems to be looking at a bug, listening but not hearing, her eyes are focused and silent, her ability is omnipotent and unscrupulous.

I took the flaming torch from Felix, and swung the burning flames cleanly as if beheading an enemy.

The lines of the flame are strong and powerful, flowing gray and white in full bloom.

Burn down all obstacles and enemies.

Jane smiled, cold excitement in her calm eyes.Sometimes I feel that Jane's smile is exactly like mine.

That's good, that's what the Volturi need, a warrior with great ability and no fear of criminals.

Marcus sighed softly, his face unable to make any rich twitches.He raised his head, facing the light projected from above the castle, with the indescribable thinness and turbidity in his fluctuating eyes.He sighed slowly, "This feeling is like the end of the world, my love is dead."

I immediately wanted to dig out my ears, if it weren't for his ability, this sentimental thing, I would crush his skull.

The clock tower on Deprioli Square rang loudly and crisply at a fixed time.

The door was opened, Ah Luo stepped on lightly, the solemn bell seemed to be singing praises for his journey, and he walked in gracefully step by step.

He smiled enthusiastically and beautifully, and the hand with the little finger raised was naturally placed on my wrist, and there was still a surging and violent feeling in my body.

Ah Luo frowned slightly, he patted the back of my hand as if to comfort him, and said in an erratic and gentle tone: "My brother, don't let this anger occupy your mind, be your master, even if it will make you more powerful .”

I take it lightly and never argue with him about these irrelevant topics.

"Marcus, we have visitors. To show the Volturi's friendliness, maybe we should go to greet them in person." Aro stretched out his hands, as if to hug Marcus.

Marcus got to his feet, tired as hell, but he never refused anything from Arrow.

I think there may be abilities in the visitor that he is interested in, and the cultists who come to Volterra from all over the world every year can bring some fun to Volturi.

They adore the Volturi for their crest and power, and are full of unpredictable ambitions.

Just let Arlo and Marcus go and say hello to those guys nicely, I'm not interested at all.

"Caius, my beloved brother, what's wrong with letting yourself feel lighter." Ah Luo sighed at me with some disapproval, he was sincere and without affectation. "You are always so nervous, no one in this world forces you to hurry, time is so tolerant to us, and we have to give back the eternal beauty."

I want to pick my ears again, these literary tunes, is he still immersed in the screams of Italian opera?

Ignoring his words, Alec had already opened the door for me, and I walked out quickly.With nothing to urgently deal with, the chaotic gray and white lines of the world filled my eyes again.

Sometimes I really want to gouge out my own eyes, so that the empty eye sockets can only hold darkness.At least darkness is a clear color.

Instead of now, even the black lines are unreasonable, messy and blurry without clarity.

Out of the tunnel, I entered the elevator and came to the reception area.There are letters from the United States, and these things have always been handled by humans.

Humans, hmph, maybe it will become a dessert in the next moment.

Of course I don't mind keeping these people alive if they are very useful.

"Boss." A woman sat at a mahogany table in the reception area, her face painted so much that the colorless face was disfigured.

What is this woman's name?new here?

I didn't have time to pay attention to her, so I said indifferently: "Bring my things."

"Yes... yes." She was in a hurry, her movements were slow, and her whole body was full of timidity. "Is it a letter from Seattle, boss?"

Has no one interviewed her?Even if you're looking for a human receptionist, don't find me such an idiot.

I reached out and quickly pulled out the envelope I wanted from among the paper piles. It was the only letter I could see without looking for it.Then turned around and returned to the castle tunnel in a second, and walked up the ancient stone stairs, the wide and slender robe rolled with my speed.

I can't let Ah Luo know, no, I can't let anyone know that I can't see the colors in this world.It's a nasty flaw that makes me feel disabled, imperfect.

Claire, I looked for centuries of color sources, I looked at the envelope, crisp white.

Then I watch this white slowly gray on my fingers, turning into meaningless lines.This process is very fast, I counted the time, it is too fast.

Previous letters don't lose their color so quickly in my hands, and I think Claire's letters are about to lose their usefulness.As long as it is corroded by my ability, any color can disappear.

In the beginning, those colors lasted longer, as if I suddenly saw Claire's letter from the gray and white of the world.

It was her first letter, black graffiti writing, white envelope, those colors are too clear and beautiful.From night to day, I held that letter in my hand. It was the first time I saw anything that could last so long in my hand without fading.

Later, slowly, the more letters came and the longer time passed, the faster the color of the letters would corrode.

One day, half a day, three hours, half an hour, until now, the letter has just been received, and it is fading within a minute.

Oh, dear Clare, even if I were true to you, the devil of lies in me could not keep the color of my truth from being lost.

The colors you brought are gone and left me like a gale.

You are useless.

I watched the light green pattern of four-leaf clover on the letter paper slowly disappear into the simple lines of the four-leaf clover pattern.These disappearing greens are so precious, I looked greedily, a kind of quiet comfort replaced the violent burning in my body.

I need this kind of tranquility, but I lost it, and I will lose it——I am afraid that I will find that I am living in a dream when I close my eyes.

This is the essence of the power in me, like a devil devouring everything that comes into contact with me.As long as the people I'm in contact with aren't strong enough, I start to get confused.

The more fragile and cowardly they are, the more they doubt their own existence, the faster the color will be lost.

I think of the last guy who let me see colors, also a human being, like a painter.His paintings are full of colour, sweet and alluring.Of course, the colors of those paintings disappeared very quickly. I knew it was a curse, not that they really disappeared, but disappeared from my sight.

I can't see it anymore, even if those colors still stay in my palm.

In the end, I couldn't bear it anymore. I walked up to the painter and found that he was surrounded by real colors, but in an instant, all the colors collapsed.

My world returned to the chaotic line space, and I finally knew that no one could bring me back to the normal world, and I was doomed to be disabled forever.

I was so pleasantly surprised to find Claire, the colors her letters bring are nothing short of miraculous.I won't go to see her, I can't lie to her easily, I must curb the erosion of the color of her body by lies.The farther I get from her, the longer her colors last.

She is the only channel through which I perceive the colors of the world, which makes me tolerant of her, even if she is only a human being.Even if what she brings is just the color of a letter.

"Those who know too many secrets, your only end is the abyss of sin. Before you are completely destroyed, I will send you to sleep with my own hands." I looked at the large stone window facing the sky. Pulling the ups and downs of the residential buildings, he viciously crushed the discolored letter paper in his hand.

An indescribable anger burned his cold and silent heart.

The author has something to say:

Uncle C looked back angrily, and growled: "Wait, why is Lao Tzu Mao born 100 years earlier than you, yet you call him your younger brother? This is unscientific."

Ah Luo raised his lotus fingers in pity, "Don't pay attention to these details, brother, if it was Marcus, I would never call him out, don't you think the director gave you this damn little white face to tell you besides hooking up girls? You, you are actually the youngest one, so I have to call you younger brother to be cute. How can I make it so clear, we are so cold, noble, domineering and so on. "

C Saonian roared angrily: "But I'm obviously older than you, why don't you call me brother? Is it just because I have a pretty face."

Ah Luo said coldly: "That's just the material of the novel. There are no such details in the movie. Don't you know that the author is often demented and can't tell the difference between the novel and the movie? Besides, my brother and brother speak English like you. Let the translator look at your little boy It's not embarrassing others."

"It's the same with your sister, do you understand English?"

"The author doesn't understand, you can call me the younger brother with this face. After this matter is over, I will be the boss."

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Strange, didn't I write this chapter just to write about Uncle Kai's glamor and nobleness, and write it for Mao at the end, why do I feel that he is still a middle schooler?

Kneeling down, my level is really limited, I collapsed!My noble king, Volturi, you were destroyed by my scumbag author