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Carl, who had just been frightened by the little pink bat, was shocked again. He stared blankly at Andre, always feeling that he would be thrown down in a second.

"Wait, wait..." Carl waved his hands and shouted, "I'm going down?"

"Don't you still want to see the true face of God and be his servant?" Andre looked at Karl with an unexpected expression.

"No! I'm not interested in Shit God! Where are we going, the mandala mark can't be removed, and won't you and Lyons go with us?"

Andre leaned against the door, two meters away from Karl, perfectly blending in the weird, dark temple.The moonlight outside the window shone on Carl's calf, leaving no half for Andre.

"How long are you going to stay in the black market without me?" Andre asked.

"And those people in the room, what are you going to do with them?"

"If you can sit safely in the tavern and drink with the guests admiring the beasts, it means that you have adapted well in the black market." Andre's voice was as light as a feather, but it landed with blood.

"I came to meet God and kill him. What about you? What are you going to do?"

"I want to leave." Carl said in a deep voice, "live a human life."

Andre nodded and straightened up, "It's reasonable. I'll give you a gift as a farewell gift."

Andre took out the silver blade, swiped it across his palm, and grabbed the back of Karl's hand.The bead of blood slowly condensed, and finally dropped a drop pettyly, hitting the datura flower.

The scorching, tearing sensation traveled from the back of his hand to his brain. Carl was so painful that he couldn't even cry out, and he fell to the ground. Before he lost consciousness, he heard an unreal murmur in his ear.

——"Answer him, and answer yourself. To deceive the god of pain, it is still a dangerous and unfair road."

When the mandala flower print is stimulated, the self-protection generally extends from the back of the hand, disperses into almost transparent smoke, and dominates the entire body of the host.

Karl is like being locked in a mirror inlaid with orbs. Without light, there is only darkness.

He saw the depths of memory, memories that had been buried for too long.

There was his father who spat at him, and his neighbor, Aunt Mary, gave him a strange look.There was resentment, there was fear.There is dodge and there is attack.

His childhood was a shattered kaleidoscope, only the pain of glass shards piercing the skin, but no beautiful patterns composed of colored glass.

Exclusion is only the first layer of punishment in hell, and his parents finally waited for another boy to come when he was seven years old.The younger brother is healthy and cute.There are arms like lotus root joints, and bright black eyes.Drink breast milk, drink boiled goat's milk.

So on the eighth day he spent with his younger brother, his father sent him to the carriage in exchange for a basket of black bread.

The man with a beard and small eyes was holding a basket of black bread, ignoring the carriage going away, mumbling: "It's so valuable, so valuable."

Such abandonment and parting Carl has experienced many, many, many times.

In a corner of the hell of the black market, the outside world is the whole of hell.

In the carriage that sent him away from home, there were two rows of children like him, who had been raised to be thieves, beggars, or to die under the guillotine as scapegoats for suspects willing to spend a gold coin.

The daily ration was a morsel of bread crumbs, and sour-smelling raw meat.Occasionally, the mean old man who could get a meal spit and added: "Eat, don't you like to eat raw?"

He has heard ridicule from others for more than ten years, and most of the time it is a look of disgust.

"They abandon you, God will not. Are you going to stay away from God and let life go back to these people's feet?"

The mandala stems climbed his body and wrapped around his ears, rummaging through his most feared, hidden memories and senses, like disposing of a bag of garbage that had been buried for a long time.

The mandala smelled strongly of blood, and he kept asking questions.

"Are you going back?"

"Are you going back?"

"Are you going back?"

The flower stem moved frantically, hastily buried the person in the center, and the whisper turned into a roar, and finally an unbelievable cry.

"You have to go back!"

Karl lay on the ground for half an hour, lying down in an unfavorable position, and was pressing the little bat under his body.In half an hour, the little dumpling was about to turn into a bat patty.

The datura is as light as a mist and disappears on the skin.There was a puddle of sticky sweat on the ground.

"The choice is correct, congratulations." Andre sent his congratulations sincerely, and looked at Karl with interest.

Curious about humans, Andre participates in Carl's entire flashback with offense.

Seals bring out the worst memories, but don't demonize them.

In a performance just now, it was a pure tragedy.There is no hope, no kindness, and no turning point.Carl's answer was also without warning.This made Andre very curious, "Why not stay in the black market?"

Carl crossed his legs, wiped the sweat off his face with his cloak, picked up the dissatisfied "bat jerky" under his body, and rubbed the ball back.

"No reason," Karl replied, "I can't think of a reason to stay, and I can't think of a reason to leave. The black market is for us monsters, here I have friends, I have food, I have clothes. I am a A gentleman who walks along the backbone of others."

"But I don't want to be here. I don't know if it's right or wrong, but I don't want to spend my whole life on the black market."

"Respect your choice." Andre refused to evaluate the correctness of Carl's choice, and he was not interested in enlightening his life.He just handed Karl a test tube, in which the dark red blood beads were piled up one by one, roughly a dozen of them.

"There are only so many things, and it's up to you whether you can break the curse or not. Use it where you think it's worthwhile." Andrei delivered the ceremony, stood at the window and glanced at the height, "Okay, now you can jumped."

Carl's legs were still weak, and he carefully put away the test tube while he was coiled on the ground.No need for more blood to break the spell like Andre.

In the life of a day walker, there are too few sparks of happiness.There is not much difference between being recycled on the black market, or being starved to death outside.If you really want to calculate it carefully, the days in the black market actually have some meaning.

Violence, desire, and decadence are vented there.It is freedom that cannot be bought by death in a normal society.

In such an environment, how many people are willing to leave?

The building of the temple is magnificent, the difference between the second floor and the ground is more than ten meters, in the dead of night, with a vampire staring at him and jumping out of the window, there is an illusion of being murdered.

Carl leaned on the window sill, turned back and asked, "Do you and Lyons have any plans? It's too dangerous here, really don't you want to go back with us?"

"And?" Andre tilted his head and reminded, "You misunderstood, only me, not that stupid southern businessman."

"...?" Carl lowered his raised right leg, looking at Andre's kind smile in horror, "What... what do you mean? He's gone already?"

"No. He is my gift from God." Andre understated it, as if he was really discussing whether a beautiful candlestick could please the gentry and nobles.

"I thought you were at least friends?" Carl poked at the window, his face full of confusion.

However, Andre, who has blond hair, red eyes, white skin, knows how to use bats, and smells like blood, is actually very suitable for such a cruel role. Carl shuddered and lit a candle for Lyons in his heart.

Andre shrugged and replied ruthlessly: "Things should be used where they can best reflect their value. I don't need friends."

"How do you..." Carl clenched the little bat, not knowing what to say.

"If you have nowhere to go, there is a forest in the North District where you can live. It will help you guide the way." Andre changed the subject, tapped the little bat, "Oh, and, send me a letter. And leave me your cloak."

"Oh... good." Carl took the letter and took off the cloak to Andre.

"Don't you think I'm not a good person anymore?" Andre asked with raised eyebrows seeing Carl's serious look.

Carl pursed his lips, struggling with this almost perfect face for a long time, and finally abandoned Lyons cruelly.

He is actually very unfamiliar with the past of Andre and Lioness, everything was dictated by Lions, now that he thinks about it, lies, subterfuge of concepts, coercion and temptation can all be carried out in a few sentences.

Judging from how many "politicians", "hooligans" and "thugs" entered the stone house, his vision of people is actually not very good, or it can be said that it is very bad.

Therefore, compared with the businessman in the Southern District who only bandaged his wounds twice, Andre, who was cruel and powerful and helped him break the curse, had an absolute advantage in the balance.

"Well, Lions is actually quite kind. I know you have your own considerations, but in my opinion, he is not guilty of death. Take it easy?" Carl carefully said the last four words before jumping out of the window. out.

A reminder wobbled, mixed with the sound of the wind, half trembling because of the accusation, half rising because of the wind.

"Bang" was the sound of the clothes bulging in the air, and the little bat flapped its wings hard, slowing down Carl's landing speed.

The treatment of a big man is not comparable to that of a pregnant woman. Carl fell to the ground without a sound, but his butt hurt from the fall, and his whole body went numb from the shock.

Andre closed the window, wrapped his cloak, and returned to Lyons' room before dawn.

Lioness was extremely aggrieved that night.

Since Andre used his face, he couldn't go out rashly, lest someone catch him.The formation at the door completely cut off the sound from inside and outside the house.Lyons was in a hurry in the room, so he could only be a calm and deaf person.

"What have you been doing?" Lioness stood up and asked without waiting for Andre to take off his cloak.

The hunter has low air pressure and looks angry.

It's a pity that this kind of anger didn't pose any threat to Andre, on the contrary, it made him feel happier because he angered the hunter.

"Nothing," Andre said. "Let go of a few mice, snatch the cloak, and scold the annoying person by the way."

He hung up the cloak, reminiscing about what happened tonight, and commented with a smile: "It's a good harvest."

The author says:

The following is nonsense, you can ignore it.

Talk about Carl's choice.The black market is actually a very good destination for the daywalkers. Even if the guild is uneasy, at least they are "needed" here.There is no hope in Carl's life, and it is not a drama where a little light comes out of the dark.For Sunwalker, the black market is actually just an abyss similar to the outside world.Leave to escape being "recycled", stay to escape scorn and prejudice.I said so much in my speech, but I just want to emphasize that staying and leaving are two choices. Staying does not mean cowardice, and leaving does not mean bravery.