Esseret

People with messy hair, they touch each other's bodies now and then, and then jerk apart, the skin closes like a mimosa when stimulated.At this time, only Brant was left leaning on the chair in the tavern, which was very conspicuous, so the two of them separated quickly as soon as their hands touched each other.

"Brant... You, you're back." Judy tremblingly stood in front of Jesse, pushing Jesse with her hands behind her back to signal him to go upstairs.

"Oh——" Jessie realized that he was still against the door, and the wind came in from the open space, refreshing and unrestrained, as if the valley wind bent into an arc and turned into a wide swing, and the unsteady paper moved rhythmically. Staggering, Brant stood up and grabbed it with his hand, but saw it fluttering away like a paper dragonfly.Jesse put his foot on the door and brought the piece of paper closer.Unable to do anything, Jesse looked up at Brant, smiled apologetically, grabbed a little, wrinkled a small corner, and clamped the thing.In fact, he didn't mean it, it was just careless, he just wanted to blow the possible dust on it and smooth out the wrinkled parts a little - he thought the few lines on the paper were slender and chic enough, like the flapping of a bird's wings, Urgently fly to the distance.Followed by a line of content:

The emptiness of cold water poured from the top of the head to the feet, and the bubbles on the ground drifted from midwinter to midsummer.

He felt a chill on his back, probably he was dominated by emptiness and boredom for a while, but he couldn't remember what it felt like, was it a chill?Probably there will be no somatosensory sensation related to temperature.He was still thinking about where the bubbles were going, Brant pulled the paper over with a bang, the point of force was not accurate, and the paper was not steady; but obviously this person was too afraid of his words being read by others So when Jesse helped him hold the corner of the paper, he slit the paper down the middle.The unevenness of the torn mark looks like a canine gap caused by waves of emotion.

"..." Jesse opened his mouth to apologize, but the words came to him, "Where are those bubbles going?"

Brant stood up straight, but with his head down, as if he heard a thunder.

Is this the so-called brother?

Brant shook his head and reached for the paper, but he flinched and just walked through the narrow desks and chairs, pinging, pinging, and creaking up the stairs.

23. "I thought at the time that I was chasing his funeral."

Colin estimated the time, thinking that it was time to visit Aaron on the hospital bed.His body has always been weak, so thin that a gust of wind can blow it up, but it is also strong enough to thump and thump in the water and finally sink to the bottom; a boat floated out of the water that was churned out by the waves——Colin shook his head , he was ashamed of himself for being so obsessed with it.

But Edward has not appeared for a long time.That guy always gets a boat and leaves, as if nothing can keep him.

Because he had been distracted, when Colin saw the empty room, his first reaction was that he had gone wrong.He bowed against the air, said sorry, and walked around the corridor again.The second time, he read the room number carefully and silently. In fact, he had already glimpsed the blank space inside, but he pretended nothing happened, read it carefully, and then walked in pretendingly.He was surprised, stepped back a few steps, and looked at the door number of the room seriously, not knowing who he was performing for.

In the sound of pacing, he heard a dragging sound from somewhere he couldn't see, maybe a corner of the corridor.He seemed to have heard this voice once or twice, but it was so clear and familiar to his ears at this time.He just bowed his waist like a thief who had nowhere to escape, holding his breath and listening to the sound fading away with all his attention.

Colin gave chase.He thought it was like a dream, yesterday's dream continued today.Maybe it was because he didn't sleep well at night. He passed out beside the bed. In fact, Aaron was still sleeping soundly next to him. Soon, though his strides were long and hard, adding to the distortion, he knew it was indeed his legs swinging back and forth, and his calves and thighs ached.

"Hello!" Colin greeted the dark, thin and tall man.

"Hey! Stop!"

The man looked familiar, turned his eyes sideways, and his eyes were bloodshot.He yelled loudly, his voice was indistinct.Colin didn't want to answer his words, but asked what was in the bag.The man's partner was grumbling in front of him, and he yelled impatiently, waving his wing-like hands to slap away those who turned back from a distance.Seeing the tall man walking away, the person in front of him frowned and stretched his neck and shouted at Colin:

"what!"

Colin said the name again.

"Who knows! You won't ask the people in the hospital!" As he said that, he twisted his buttocks and was about to walk away arrogantly.

But everyone knows what this hospital is like.Everyone knows what to do with Eseret's patients.

"What?" Colin bit his lip and tugged at the man's tattered sleeve. "You didn't register or something? The bed you snatched?"

"Speak!" The man slapped Colin on the back of the neck with his backhand, making him stagger. "Really? Isn't that a matter of dying sooner or later, maybe it's lying in the back mountain now - go there and look for it."

"...Me." Colin's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth, his voice was so cold that he didn't fluctuate, "I'm fucking asking you who is here."

"Ha..." The man was frightened for a moment, but he still held on, "If you have the ability to tell me, name or something. I don't care so much—"

"Aaron." Colin's eyes widened. "His name is Aaron."

"Ah..." The man crooked his mouth, his eyes rolled around, "Probably, it should be this."

Colin put his head down and was about to tear the bag.

"Hey! No!" The man yelled, and kicked Colin in the stomach, neither light nor heavy, and Colin sat down on the ground in pain. "When a person is dead, there is no reason to open the bag - where do you think you are! This is Eseret, don't be confused!"

"..." Colin panted, shaking his head up and down, "Okay, okay. You, you take me to the back mountain. I want to see where you buried him."

"Okay, okay. Ouch—" The man became annoyed. "How great do you think you are?"

Colin leaned on the wall and turned around, his face turned away.He felt so irritable and angry that there was no immediate sense of the presence of sadness.

24. "Death is life."

The body was stuck in a sunken sloping soil pit, and the man hummed, but he couldn't pull it up.Colin hugged his feet in the cloth bag under the soil slope, threw it up, and slammed the soil and shuttled down. Some broken stones rubbed against his belly and made some blood marks.He took a breath and wiped the back of his hand a few times, squeezed one side of his face, and pressed his tongue against the back of the tooth socket.The man looked at him panting, and continued to drag the cloth bag forward with great difficulty.

Colin knew that this was definitely not his usual path, but if he couldn't keep up, he would succeed, so he gritted his teeth and turned up, stones and clods fell down with a clatter.Before he got up from the ground, he saw the man kicking the body ferociously with his feet, and whimpering.He was still swallowing the chewed dirty words, and his eyes were full of tight red threads.Colin stumbled and fell on top of him, gurgling as he was about to roll to the edge of the cliff, and the water flowed down the cliff grinning.The man's eyes suddenly lost some emotion. First he twitched because of the imbalance, and then he seemed to fall into sleep. He closed his eyes, and fell off the edge of the bed to the floor as if it was a big deal. He turned over and could barely lie down overnight.

Colin tugged on his collar tightly. The man looked like he had ribs, but his bones were not light. He struggled with his legs as he struggled to breathe while pulling at his collar.Ke Lin's foot firmly hooked a large stone tablet, and the force rushed up, shaking a withered flower and knocking it to his feet.The man had time to spare, he blushed and looked down, imitating the stream of water and grinning.Because he laughed so hard, some water squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, making his nose red.

Colin turned over and pulled, first his clothes hissed, he pulled out his other hand from under his body and grabbed the man's arm, as if dragging an unconscious corpse.When the man coughed and lay flat, with his chest rising and falling, Colin couldn't help kicking his waist, causing him to roll over several times and roll away in pain.

"You...why do you do such a thing..." Colin sat down on the soil, leaning against the stone tablet, feeling a little relaxed. "If you treat the dead like this, you will be punished."

"Ha...hahaha..." The man first sighed, and then laughed out loud.

"Because," he turned his face to Colin, frowning but not viciously, "because I killed someone." And buried his face in his dirty palms.

"...Huh? Then there's no need to force yourself to do such a thing." Colin thought that this person might have misunderstood what he meant, but it didn't matter, so he continued.

"What do you know!" He roared with teeth and claws, and the saliva fell down his chin, like water from his eyes flowing into his mouth. "What do you know..." He followed Colin's finger to look at the motionless cloth bag in the distance, opened his mouth, but couldn't refute anything.

"What is that..." He seemed to be talking to himself, "This is different..."

"It's no big deal to kill people." Colin said quickly, "Isn't this kind of thing very common in West Market?"

The man smirked again, and suddenly raised his empty eyes, "What? You said Xishi..."

"You, how do you know I'm—"

"how do I