[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

"Wow—"

rainy night.

I was awakened by the deafening thunder, and opened my eyes to see the pouring rain, which turned the ground into a white mist.

There is a large blank space in my mind, and I feel dizzy with pain when I think about it carefully.

A little dazed, I reluctantly sat up slowly and looked around reflexively.

This place seems to be an unknown mountain col, which is very unfamiliar. I have always been very sensitive to the terrain, and soon confirmed that I had never been here.

Behind me is a narrow stream, and not far in front of me, there is a person falling down.

It's a stuffy oil bottle.

The rain was heavy, and his whole body was soaked, his bangs drooped softly, covering his forehead and eyes, his body had bruises all over his body, his skin was abnormally pale, his lips were tightly pressed, and his chest could not be seen rising and falling.The equipment had long since disappeared, but Gui Xi was scattered beside him, following him like a curse.

I stared at him blankly for a while, then reached out to check his breath.Finally I put my hands down and looked down again to listen to the beating of his heart in his chest.

Finally I raised my head and sat down next to him, my mind went blank and I didn't think about anything.I don't want to contact Fatty, I don't want to think about the next arrangement, I don't want to think about anything, I'm too lazy to think about it, because those things seem meaningless to me now.

It was raining harder and harder, and I was shivering from the cold, but I took advantage of it to regain my senses, tremblingly picked up the ghost seal, put my hands around Poyouping's waist, helped him up, and carried him on my back .

He is very heavy.

Everything seemed to go back to when he was just picked up to go out, but the temperature was missing.

I looked around again, picked a direction at random, and walked slowly out of the mountain along the stream.I don't know what I want to do, I don't know where I should go, I just don't want to stay here anyway.

In fact, judging from my current physical condition, it should be extremely difficult to even stand up, and I don't know how to do it like this. Even I feel a little incredible.

There was nothing special along the way, or I didn't care.

It was almost dawn when the rain stopped.With the faint morning light, I saw a small village at the foot of the mountain.

It stands to reason that the residents of such a place get up very early, but I came earlier, and there were no pedestrians on the path.

The first shop in the village is a canteen.Coincidentally, the family was the first to get up, and a woman dressed as a young woman was unloading the window panels and tidying up the things in the store.

I walked into the front yard of her house, and the dog in the yard started barking at strangers. I thought it was noisy, so I frowned and whistled casually, and it then obediently bent down and wagged its tail at me.

The woman stood in the room looking at me through the window, with a look of horror and wariness, and then put the shutters back neatly and closed the door, throwing us outside.

This is common sense.On an early morning when no one was around, I suddenly saw a strange man covered in wounds carrying a corpse in ragged clothes and drenched in black blood, staring at you expressionlessly. Performance.Nothing could be more normal.

But I admit that I am a little abnormal now.I stood at the door and heard the woman inside seem to be telling her husband to call the police. As I listened, I suddenly felt that the emptiness and unreality in my heart seemed to be filled again by something, and there was a flame in my heart. Burn it up, and it will burn more and more vigorously.

I put the oil bottle down and let him lean against the wall, then kicked the weak wooden door open and broke in.The people in the room were obviously frightened, and they reacted very quickly and walked along the back door.

It happened that I just wanted to find a warm place to rest for a while with Poker, and I didn't bother to care about them, so I let them go and moved Poker into the house by myself and put it on the messy double bed in the bedroom.

Although this store is small, it still has a lot of things. I went to the back room to search around, and found a pot of hot water boiling, a clean change of clothes, and a towel.Relying on these things, I bypassed the wound on Poker-Face's body and took care of him briefly.

After doing this, it was early morning.Obviously I haven't eaten for many days, but I look at all kinds of food in the store, but I don't have any appetite at all.Similarly, I am obviously very tired, but standing by the bed, I just don't feel sleepy.

I had nothing to do, and I didn't want to think about anything, so I moved a chair and sat next to Poker's bed, staring at him with a blank mind.

The sky was getting brighter, and there was noise outside, especially the front door of this store. It was extremely noisy. Someone was shouting inside. The voice was mixed with threats and anger. I was too lazy to listen, so I didn’t know what they were shouting. Noisy, the inexplicable fire in my heart burned more and more.

Finally, the irritability accumulated in my heart reached its peak, I took a deep breath, stood up silently and walked out.Facing him was a circle of villagers. A dark and sturdy man stood at the front. He was the only one here dressed as a security guard without a gun.

Seeing me coming out, they yelled even louder, completely mistaking me for a housebreaker.

Now my body is too weak, and when I was exposed to the sun, my dizziness began to become serious, and I even had symptoms of tinnitus, chest tightness and nausea.

I didn't care about these, and gently closed the door with my backhand.

During this process, I took another deep breath, trying to relieve this terrible symptom, but unfortunately it didn't work at all, the fire was slightly diluted by the dizziness.

The security guard seemed to yelled a few more words to me, but I couldn't hear most of the severe tinnitus "buzz". Although the rest of the sound came to my ears, my brain was completely frozen at this time I couldn't get back to my senses, and I couldn't understand the meaning of the words at all.I just feel that the whole world is spinning and people can't stand.

He found that I hadn't moved, but just looked at him blankly, his eyes drifted, obviously a little annoyed, and he walked towards me holding a baton.

I looked at him blankly, still unable to form a basic thinking circuit in my blank brain, not knowing what he was going to do to me.But as he approached, my body instinctively resisted, not because I was afraid that he would hurt me, but because I subconsciously didn't want him to get close to Poker Bottle.Because I have a bad feeling about it.

The man got closer, and I subconsciously used my body to protect the door behind me, and kicked him in the face with my foot.

The strength of this kick was really not that big, but it was a surprise. The man didn’t expect it, tripped and fell towards the door. Deep in my heart I was very resistant to him approaching the door leading to the bedroom behind me. I just shoved him with the greatest strength I had left, his center of gravity was unstable, he fell to the side, and fell heavily on the ground.

This action is a heavy load for me now. After doing this, I didn't think about anything, and continued to stand in front of the door stupidly.

The leader was furious, but he also saw that I seemed to be trying to protect something important in the house.This aroused his interest, and with a wave of his hand, the rioting villagers rushed up.

I froze for a while, and then began to struggle and resist violently. There was no move at all in my actions, and I was hit hard a few times very quickly.I was a little helpless, so I just threw a slap in front of the door, didn't fight back, and let them beat me.

After those people kicked me a few times, they saw that my mouth and nose were bleeding and I still refused to leave. They were afraid that they would kill me, so they immediately changed their strategy. Some people pulled my legs, some people pulled my arms, He wanted to force me to the side, but I was holding on to the door with my hand. I was so anxious that I didn't care about it, so I opened my mouth and bit them like crazy.

Everything became ridiculous, like a farce.

In the end, I lost and was dragged into the yard. My struggling limbs were firmly held down by several people. I could barely turn my head and watched them break into the house.

Poker Bottle was quickly carried out, and the group of people covered him with a white cloth before touching him, as if he was dirty.

I was completely exhausted, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, watching all this dumbly.

A man in a white coat slowly came out from behind the crowd, he seemed to be the only doctor in the neighborhood, and the villagers gave way to him, very politely.

He walked slowly to Poker's side, put on a pair of rubber gloves pretendingly, and then squatted down to feel Poker's carotid artery.

From my point of view, I can see clearly that although he looks like he is going to see a doctor, his eyes are secretly staring at the ghost seal held in Poker Face's hands, and his eyes are full of greed.

That was when I was cleaning the Poker Bottle, I put it on his chest and asked him to hold it with both hands.I didn't think much about it at the time, but subconsciously felt that since he was desperately trying to let go of this thing, let him keep holding it, and forget about his wish.

I suddenly felt a little nauseous, frowned, and continued to watch.

The doctor searched for less than half a minute, then clapped his hands, took off his gloves, and said casually, "He's dead long ago, so hurry up and take it away, or it will stink if you put it on again."

As he said that, he raised his hand seemingly unintentionally, and was about to walk away from the ghost seal that Poker bottle was holding in his palm.

——The death that I have been unwilling to admit was easily confirmed by him.

Something instantly collapsed in my heart.The inexplicable anger that had been pent up for a long time finally erupted completely at this moment. I trembled with hatred, roared angrily, broke free from the shackles desperately, pushed the doctor down, rushed forward a few steps, my knees softened, and the whole body The person covered Poker Ping's body, and his right hand firmly protected Guixi.

Among the surrounding villagers, some people began to realize the value of the ghost seal: "Hey, look at that thing, the one held by the corpse. It seems to be quite valuable."

I have been panting heavily, with complicated emotions constantly surging, and finally I can only hold back a hoarse voice: "This...you all rob?"

Someone was closest to me, and immediately said:

"How can it be called robbery? People are dead, this thing is not brought with you, you are a lunatic holding it is even more violent... Let me tell you, we are not robbing, we are taking it To exchange money for his funeral, manpower is very expensive these days, and the money for this thing may not be enough."

I was so angry that I kicked the man in the abdomen hard with the last of my strength, and he flew away, but because I really had no strength, he was not seriously injured.But my actions angered the villagers who protected their shortcomings.

They were afraid that my death here would implicate them, so they didn't beat me, but used words as a knife: "Stay away from him! Crazy man."

"I've never seen such a disgusting, psychopath in my life!"

"There must be something wrong with your brain, necrophilia."

"..."

I lay on Poker Face's body, buried my head in his shoulder, and listened silently.

It’s a familiar situation again, but this time, I can only feel overwhelming grief and unspeakable grievances: I have lived in this world for a long time, but it is not short, and the darkness I see is enough to make me sick. vomit.And Poker-Face has lived in the world for a hundred years, how many ugliness has he seen?I don't know, but it must be much more than me.

So... isn't he unwilling?

For a hundred years, he ignored so many sufferings and hardships, gave up all his right to pursue happiness, gave up all the feelings that people should have, gave up the ordinary life that he should be entitled to enjoy, and gave everything he had, even his life. ...

He has done so much, is it just to save those greedy people who are always cheating and mercenary?Just to help those ignorant people who don't even cherish their own lives and live their lives in a daze?

It's not that there are no good people in the world, but no one dares to say that he can be a good person all his life in the face of interests and even threats.

He has done so much, is it just to fight for such a world... just ten years to live on?

Is it worth it?

Is it worth it?

Is it worth it? !

I'm not worth it for him!

If he disappears, who in the world will remember his existence after I die?

And who would know that in this world, there used to be such a great person who silently gave everything in exchange for people's current lives?

I thought about this with red eyes, and suddenly there was an inexplicable sadness mixed with uncontrollable anger, and my heart was so stuffy that I couldn't breathe.

Why should he bear all this?

What he paid, what he lost...isn't that enough?

Really enough, I thought.

That's all.

This is a decision I made for him, and all responsibility and punishment rests with me alone.

Dude, I just wanted to let you know.

I would rather disappoint the whole world than you.