[Comprehensive] Light and Shadow

The corridor was dark, with dust rising from the stone steps, and a sour and foul smell in the air.

In the silent evening, the sound of footsteps landing on the steps is exceptionally clear. The light bulb on the ceiling of the stairwell flickers on and off. Under the watchful eyes, it seems that even the faint light is about to disappear, and it is about to fall overwhelmed.

Did this body live here before?

The man looked around, and he was more inclined to observe carefully with his eyes than to explore the scenes in his memory.

Dirty, dilapidated, gloomy human settlements.

"Ah, isn't this Shimada?" Suddenly a person came down from the corridor. It was an old woman who looked about 50 or [-] years old, but she was wearing fancy clothes with a small bag slung across her shoulder. At this time, she saw Shimada's At that time, I was a little surprised, "It seems that I haven't seen you back these days."

"The club has gone out for activities these few days, so I haven't come back." Shimada Hideo said the words he had already thought up, and his reaction was cold and calm. With a bit of contempt, he casually said a few polite words about taking good care of himself and left in a hurry.

Shimada turned his head stiffly to look at the back of the woman leaving.

Humans are really hypocritical creatures.

Thinking of what Tamiya Yoshiko told him before, just go to school to monitor Shinichi Izumi, and Shimada didn't understand why he wanted to go back to the original home of this body.Tamiya Ryoko claimed that this was a good opportunity to get in touch with human society, and asked herself to report what happened in the human residence. Shimada Hideo looked at the house empty-eyed.

Tamiya Yoshiko is very curious about the family relationship of human beings, but why does their race bother to get along well with food.

Shimada Hideo moved his neck slightly, then took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.

The moment the door was opened, the tip of the nose smelled a strange smell, which should be the smell of instant noodles that humans call junk food.

This human's residence is small, and the entire room can be seen at a glance, but overall the layout is fairly neat, not as dirty and dilapidated as it looks on the corridor.

"elder brother?"

Not surprisingly, Shimada Hideo heard a boy's voice.

The purple-haired boy with crippled legs, sitting in a wheelchair, was tilting his head and looking at him in surprise.

"Yes." Shimada Hideo nodded in response.

This human being is the younger brother of his own body, Yasushi Shimada.

A young male who has been living at home, his muscles and blood are good food, and there is no poison at all.

Although Ryoko Tamiya told herself not to cause trouble, even if this human being is eaten now, no one will find out in a short time.

"You haven't been back for a few days." The boy smiled slightly, and then skillfully rowed the wheelchair to the expressionless boy.

"The club has gone out for activities these days, so I haven't come back." Hideo Shimada repeated his words flatly again, thinking whether he should eat now, then put the bag on the sofa, sitting on the sofa, looking around Looking at the room, he decided to observe the situation of this human again.

The trash can in the kitchen is filled with bags of instant noodles, and there is a lingering smell in the house.

Human beings who live on instant noodles?

"Brother, are you hungry? Do you want dinner?" The boy suddenly remembered something.

"Yeah." Hideo Shimada nodded. It's already dinner time for humans, so he should say he's hungry.

When Shimada Hideo saw the dinner, he raised his eyes and looked at the boy in puzzlement.

"Why not instant noodles."

Apparently, this human being has always lived on instant noodles, so why is there hand-cooked ramen and poached eggs for dinner.

"Brother, didn't you say that you don't like instant noodles?" The boy looked back suspiciously, then smiled, "Speaking of which, I haven't eaten at the same table with my brother for a long time."

Hideo Shimada sat upright looking at the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, and at the fried egg for a long time.

Absolutely no bacteria that humans would want to eat.

Even if they control the human body, they will not have the same sensitivity and perception.

Hideo Shimada controlled the right hand to pick up the chopsticks. After fiddling with his fingers a few times, he felt that the posture of using chopsticks was in line with the memory of human beings.

"elder brother."

Hideo Shimada's movements stopped suddenly, did the actions just now made the human beings in front of him suspicious.

If this is the case, it can only be eaten.

"Actually, I think the noodles I make are not bad." The young man pursed his lips, his purple pupils looked at Hideo Shimada helplessly.

Hideo Shimada frowned slightly, his brows raised, unable to understand what this human being said.

"Your expression, you don't need to be so...death-like." The young man said hesitantly, thinking of an appropriate adjective.

Hideo Shimada paused, was his expression too serious?

Human expressions contain many complex elements, which are too difficult to understand.

"Then what kind of expression should I have?" Shimada grabbed the chopsticks and asked directly without understanding.

The young man seemed a little surprised that Hideo Shimada would ask himself this question, his purple pupils flashed with surprise, and then he quickly pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled happily, "Laugh, and then finish eating with big mouthfuls, Tell me it's delicious."

Shimada hesitated for a moment, looked down at the half-cold bowl of noodles, and thought about what the boy said just now.

Before Shimada finished digesting the meaning of that sentence, he saw the young man sitting opposite the small square dining table, holding a large bowl with his left hand and chopsticks with his right hand, and began to look aggressive. He ate it in big mouthfuls, and he didn't care that his face was covered with oil and he had no image. He was gobbling like a starving ghost, and finally drank all the soup.

Then he slammed the bowl on the table, with a bright smile on his face. Before Shimada Hideo could even take a bite, the boy had already eaten everything in the bowl, and his face was limp with satisfaction. Burping in a wheelchair.

Shimada Hideo looked at the bowl, and then at the human with a satisfied smile.

Humans are sometimes easily satisfied creatures.

"It's been a long time since I've had such a good meal." The boy patted his stomach, as if he was still savoring the taste of ramen.

Shimada Hideo stared at the young man with blank eyes for a long time, then organized his facial nerves, the corners of his mouth slowly raised but failed to imitate a chilling and extremely gloomy sneer.

Just like the boy before, he raised the bowl with his left hand and quickly sent the noodles, chopsticks, and chopsticks in the bowl to his mouth with the chopsticks in his right hand. Drink up the rest of the soup.

The last step is to smash the empty bowl on the table.

The two of them just stared at the dilapidated wooden table, and a crack opened in the middle of the table when the man smashed it down with the bottom of the bowl.

The table just became two halves.

Hideo Shimada squinted his eyes, using too much force, he forgot that his current body was incomparable to the strength of ordinary humans.

"elder brother……"

Unexpectedly, Shimada Hideo saw the human being in front of him suddenly burst out laughing, and then saw himself laughing cheerfully, rubbing his stomach as if he couldn't stop laughing no matter what.

"Brother, that, that last kick is really too imposing!"

The young man smiled and said, tears came out of laughter, stretched out his index finger to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes but he still couldn't stop laughing, he was being silly.

Shimada Hideo didn't know how to respond, human emotions were too complicated for him to understand.

"Brother, how's it going, is it delicious?" The boy who finally had enough laughing said expectantly while touching his aching stomach.

"It's delicious." Shimada Hideo nodded, and in this situation, he should reply delicious to compliment the other party.

The young man was not happy, instead he glanced at Shimada with a flirtatious expression, "Brother is going too far."

Shimada Hideo was taken aback, too much?Did he do anything outrageous?

"Just say it's delicious, so it's just trying to put me off, and my brother doesn't look like he's eating happily at all." The boy snorted coldly, then turned his head away from Shimada Hideo pretending to be angry.

Shimada stared blankly at the frail human being in front of him, obviously fragile, yet so complicated and troublesome.

Watching the human being rowing the wheelchair slowly to his side, and then reaching out to hold his hand.

Hideo Shimada couldn't bear to release his killing intent, and raised his ferocious eyes to look at the boy who grabbed his hand.

Why do you want to grab yourself suddenly? Has your identity been discovered, or...

The purple-eyed child dragged Shimada Hideo's hand to his own head as if he didn't feel anything, the soft purple hair was covered under the cold and stiff palm.

Hideo Shimada's aura instantly subsided, squinting at the slender neck, the white side face, and his defenseless actions.

Really good food.

"Brother, touch my head and tell me it's delicious, so I'll eat it in the future." The boy raised his head, and his pure purple eyes fell into Hideo Shimada's gloomy eyes. There was a usual smile on the corner of the boy's mouth. She said coquettishly, and rubbed her hair against the man's palm.

Shimada Hideo was stunned, looked up at his hand, then stiffly shook it left and right on the boy's head.

Is this a gesture of intimacy between humans, or is it a normal way for older brothers to get along with younger brothers?

"It's delicious, I'll eat it in the future." Shimada Hideo said with some uncertainty, will he still eat this tasteless human food in the future?

The boy finally got his brother's praise, and seemed to be satisfied at last. He bent down and tried to reach the two empty bowls on the ground with his mouth raised, humming a little song, put them on his lap, and rowed the wheelchair to the small kitchen to wash the dishes.

Shimada Hideo was still sitting on the chair, looking at the boy's back with blank eyes.

The man's handsome but gloomy face slowly cracked open, and four ferocious eyeballs were scattered scattered on the terrifying face, which could no longer be called a face. The bloody and terrifying mouth was opened wide, and the sharp and sharp pointed eyes The teeth seemed to reflect a terrifying light, like a human body with red and white deformations, and the sharp blade reflected the appearance of a ferocious monster.

"elder brother."

The movement of the monster's sword blade rushing towards the young man stopped suddenly, and the scattered ferocious eyes silently stared at the young man's back.

"What do you think we should eat tomorrow? I kind of want to eat tempura, but I also want to eat gyoza. If it's a rare meal, I think it's good. But it seems that the only thing I'm good at is ramen. Just now, my brother also said that we should eat ramen next time.” The boy shook his head while washing the dishes with dish soap, and chattered, thinking about this issue seriously, “But I’ve eaten noodles for a long time, and I want to change them too. Order something new to eat, ah, what are you going to eat tomorrow?"

"Brother, what do you think?" The boy turned his head and looked at Hideo Shimada who was still sitting in his seat with a serious face.

"Ramen." Shimada Hideo said coldly the only human food he had ever tasted.

"Sure enough, brother, you think the noodles I make are delicious." The young man raised his head with a smug face, and turned his head to wash the dishes in a better mood, "Then it's settled, brother will come back tomorrow, and I will make super noodles. Delicious ramen for you to eat."

Hideo Shimada slowly averted his eyes from the boy behind him.

Forget it, I don't seem to have any appetite today.