Brother Jack, don't kill me!

Xia Youjie hung up the phone.

The impromptu decision was not entirely convincing to himself.

His mind was muddled, he told himself, since he had already chosen this path, then no one was different.

However, Xia Youjie pressed his temple, he heard his struggle, two different voices in his brain were arguing, but in the end it all boiled down to one point.

Lott is an ordinary person, since in order to realize his righteousness, he cannot treat any ordinary person specially.

But another way of thinking told him, it can’t be like this, you want to become stronger because of his words to protect him.

Lott is an existence far weaker than ordinary people. His mental illness makes him be regarded as a lunatic, and he cannot integrate into ordinary people.So, after he defected, would he, who would kill even goldfish, survive?

Xia Youjie clenched his palms, his answer was of course no.

Human nature is ugly.

Xia Youjie pressed his temples, he reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth, he tried to laugh, but failed.

Xia Youjie took a deep breath, looked at the hung up phone, and said to himself: "I must—"

"He must be killed."

……

Lott wiped away his tears with a tissue. He lay on the bed, still hugging the buggy pillow.

After a while, he stood up and trotted to the window next to the bed with his pillow in hand. He looked down and there was a small mound of dirt there.

Buried in the little mound was the dead goldfish.

It died suddenly.

The night before, it was still bubbling in the water, but when it woke up the next morning, its body had turned white.

Lotte lay on the window sill, he closed his eyes, but felt a palm on his shoulder.

"Frey," Lott said, "just bear with it for a while. I want to be a good boy..."

Lott opened his eyes, and he said, "Jie will come back, and he will take me out of here."

He propped his chin up and looked at the sunflowers growing beside the small mound. Under the setting sun, they were blooming, and the golden yellow petals were as bright as the afterglow of the setting sun.

Frey stood behind Lott, and his palm fell on Lott's shoulder.

Frey lowered his head halfway, and he asked, "Why didn't you tell him what happened? Why didn't you ask him for help again?"

"I don't want to trouble Jie." Lott said, "Jay has worked very hard, and I don't want to make him have more troubles."

"It's the same when you're locked in the locker room. It's the same when you're locked up on the roof. Look at you, Mr. Wiltshire."

Frey laughed and asked, "Does patience solve everything? Who taught you this, your mother? Or him? Kind people are always treated kindly, justice always triumphs, and self-sacrifice is everything." It's valuable, it's not a fairy tale, and you should know it's not realistic."

"If it's just me bothering, it's fine."

Frey sighed and said, "We both know it's a lie."

"Actually, you really hope that he can come to help you, but unfortunately, our Mr. Wiltshire can't say this, because you feel that you are not qualified to receive help at all."

Lott repeated those words again, he opened his eyes and looked into the distance, trying to ignore Frey's words.

The dead, possessed oracle bent over him and hugged him from behind.

Frey said, "You really, really care about him."

"But where was Xia Youjie when you were suffering?"

Lott said: "It's okay. I don't want Jie to see me in a mess."

"Mr. Wiltshire, it's funny how you defend him."

Frey's black hair fell on Lott's shoulders, and he said: "Mr. Wiltshire, in the face of these injustices, as long as you are willing to hold my hand and gain my power, then they will cease to exist gone."

Lotter said: "At least, right now, I don't have the idea."

"Jay will take me out of here," Lott said, "He said he would be back today."

Frey laughed and said, "That's not going to be a good thing, trust me."

Lott said: "Frey, as you said, the oracle is not compatible with the human body. 'Resurrection from the dead is not a joke', but I don't want to die now."

Lott stood up, he put the pillow of the insect cat back on the bed, and then he turned to look at Frey standing by the window.

Lott said, "I want to be with Jay."

Frey laughed, mockingly, sighed, and said, "Well, since you said that, Mr. Wiltshire, you should know that choices come at a price."

"In the end, what I want to tell you is that even if everyone abandons you, I will always be by your side, please remember."

Lot was silent, he turned around and opened the door of the room.

He wore slippers and trotted out.

Xia Youjie's mother went out to work, but now she is not at home.

Lotte came to the kitchen. When he passed the living room, he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. The hour hand and the minutes were ticking. He counted the time. It was three hours before Xia Youjie came back.

What a long, yet exciting time.

As a super conjurer, Xia Youjie was too busy with work. After the winter passed, he never had time to return to this small town.

Lotte sat down on the chair in the kitchen, and he propped his head up thinking, what would it be like to reunite after a long absence between lovers?

I miss Xia Youjie so much now, so after hearing the words that he would not come back, he was so anxious that he almost cried, but after hearing that it was just a joke, he laughed again.

What kind of mood did Xia Youjie say those words? At the first hearing, Xia Youjie's voice was very soft, with a little confusion, but when he heard the last sentence, Lott thought, it must have been A joke that is faked and used to deceive oneself.

Lott thought, he buried his head in his arms, sighed, and then he stretched out his hand to grab the thin strand of long hair that fell down.

How should I explain this to Xia Youjie?

He obviously didn't want Xia Youjie to worry, but because he was too anxious, he talked about the headband and the goldfish all at once.

Lot raised his head, and one way he thought of making amends was to make soba noodles.

Xia Youjie likes to eat buckwheat noodles.

So Lott opened the door of the refrigerator, he took out the noodles from inside, lit the fire again, and boiled the water.

Time passed little by little.

Lotte turned his head at this time, and it was already dark outside.

He was a little rusty, but the finished product was good.

Lot put the noodles in the bowl, he set the chopsticks, sat on the chair next to him, and thought about what to do when it was cold.

If it's cold, make a serving.

Lotter thought, he leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and laughed.

……

The two girls were temporarily sent to the hotel to stay.

Xia Youjie came to the town alone, until this time, his thoughts were still muddy.

The thoughts in his mind are constantly emerging and disappearing, but he is just walking, like a person walking at a fork in the road and has to make a choice-he knows that one day he will make a choice.

However, this day came so quickly.

The monkey's face is so ugly, he tried to tell himself that Lott is also an ordinary person, and he is also an ordinary person who cannot see the magic spirit, he——

For the sake of my righteousness, I must give up some things.

However, he recalled the past again in his mind, the rainy day when we first met, and the white-haired boy raised his head and smiled flatteringly.

Xia Youjie shook his head subconsciously. He clenched his fists, thinking what would happen if Lott hadn't met him that day.

In fact, he couldn't imagine what it would be like.

Lotter's mental illness is too fatal, his fantasy makes his words lie in people's mouth, his existence will be attacked by others as a lunatic, even if he intervenes, he will still be bullied, not to mention, he is not there of these days.

and so……

Xia Youjie let go of his palm. He lowered his head and saw the blood from his palm.

Lott had to die.

Because without his own shelter, he couldn't survive.

The two ideas finally reached an agreement in their minds.

Xia Youjie stopped in his tracks. At this moment, he raised his head and saw his own house.

It was completely dark.

The lights on the side of the street were dim, and I couldn't see anything clearly. A few moths kept circling the light tubes, making annoying noises.

Xia Youjie pushed open the iron door and walked in.

At that moment, Xia Youjie heard the sound of his shoes stepping on the ground, step by step, like the sound of a heartbeat, slow and heavy.

Every step he took was so difficult, as if it made him unable to breathe.

Xia Youjie took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and told himself again, "I must kill him."

Xia Youjie said it silently in his heart over and over again, but even so, when he knocked on the door again, he hesitated.

Don't knock on the door, run away, says his sensibility.

But Xia Youjie's rationality told him that you must kill him, Lotte Wiltshire.

Xia Youjie was silent for a long time, and he finally chose to knock on the door.

a bit.

again.

His heart seemed to slow down gradually with the sound of knocking on the door until life stopped.

Xia Youjie's hand was hanging in the air, and he heard the sound of running from inside.

The door was finally opened.

Lot trotted out of the door, he smiled and rushed over.

Give Xia Youjie a big hug.