To survive [Quick Transmigration]

Considering that Keno was just a federal agent with a dead salary, they finally chose an economical restaurant with decent decoration.

The restaurant specializes in Indian dishes, and it smells like curry, which doesn't go well with the three-piece suit that Mo Zhaoyuan specially put on because he was watching a musical.In other words, Mo Zhaoyuan, who is dressed in formal attire and looks like an elite, is unilaterally inconsistent with the style of this restaurant.

That being the case, it is not surprising that many eyes of various colors are received as soon as you enter the door.Fortunately, Mo Zhaoyuan was not affected, he and Jinuo randomly found a table for two and sat down, each ordered what they wanted.

Mo Zhaoyuan ordered a curry rice, he was very careful not to get the sauce on the corners of his lips, and he didn't care much about what Jino said.

No, it can't be said that I don't care.In fact, Mo Zhaoyuan also listened to it, but most of his attention was on Curry, and he didn't have much chat.Therefore, most of the conversation between the two was said by Kino.

And Jino didn't say anything important, especially when they were in the restaurant lobby with a lot of people around, Jino was just casual and relaxed, and talked about his daily life with Mo Zhaoyuan—— Under the circumstances, I talked about a few interesting things inside the behavior analysis group.

Mo Zhaoyuan thought it was quite interesting, so he smiled lightly.As if infected by his smile, Kino suddenly asked about the musical he watched today.

"It's not a well-known play," Mo Zhaoyuan smiled, scooping up a spoonful of curry rice. "That theater arranged it themselves. Agent Bennett probably hasn't heard of it."

"Jinuo, you can just call me Jino." Jino first objected to Mo Zhaoyuan's too distant address, and then asked as if interested, "What is that musical about? Is it an original plot?"

"No, it's not completely original. It refers to Celtic mythology." Mo Zhaoyuan said, "It's about the story of the Knights of Fiona, and the protagonists are Finn and Diarmuid."

"Diarmuid? With Finn?" Gino was very surprised by this, "I thought that most of the stories about Diarmuid were with Princess Granny... I mean, there is only a relationship between the two of them. Romantic, isn't it?"

What is the relationship between Diarmuid and Finn?

At first, it was the lord and the knight, until Diarmuid was ordered by Finn's fiancee, Princess Granny, to elope with her because of Geis. This originally pure and sincere knighthood became obscure.

Later, Diarmuid returned to the Knights of Fiona, and the two seemed to reconcile, but Finn still held a grudge.When Diarmuid was seriously injured, Finn, who could have helped him, refused to save him, which eventually led to Diarmuid's death and brought an end to the intricate relationship between them.

Such two people, no matter how you look at it, don't look like they can be the dual protagonists of a musical, right?If these two people are really the protagonists, what can the musical do?How did Finn and Diarmuid turn against each other?Kino doubts whether such a plot can really impress the audience.

His doubts were almost written on his face, and Mo Zhaoyuan couldn't help laughing: "You can't say that, Diarmuid actually never thought of betraying Finn."

"He regards Finn as his lord and his best friend. Because he was forced to elope with Princess Granny, he has deep guilt towards Finn." The young man's eyes drooped slightly, and his long, curly eyelashes covered them tightly With those crystal-clear light gray-blue eyes, he looked a bit mysterious, "Even in death, Diarmuid still felt sorry for Finn and was always loyal to Finn. he."

For some reason, Gino always felt that the other party meant something, and it seemed that he was not simply talking about Finn and Diarmuid.

It's just a hunch, the hunch of a good federal agent, with no basis in the end.In the end, Gino attributed it to the fact that he cared too much about the "mentor" and the so-called "knight" who called himself "Diarmuid", in other words, he was a bit "like a soldier".

Gino didn't delve into it, but he didn't want to continue, so he changed the subject: "Does Ian like these legends?"

"I like this kind of dramatic story very much." Mo Zhaoyuan blinked, showing a slightly playful smile, "Well, yes, I like dramatic stories."

"Speaking of stories," he put down the spoon in his hand as if he suddenly became interested, "How about I tell you a story?"

"Okay." Gino said he was all ears.

Mo Zhaoyuan then began to tell.

The protagonist of the story is a child, a very delicate child.

The child lost his parents early and had no other relatives, so he could only be sent to an orphanage and became an orphan.

Fortunately, the child did not stay in the orphanage for long, and he met a kind couple.

He was adopted, had a mother and a father again, and had a home again.

At this point in the story, it seems to have turned into a happy happy ending.However, the child did not usher in real happiness.

The adoptive father's gradually intimate behavior, sensational touch, restrained kiss, tall body like a god; the adoptive mother's increasingly irritable temper, severe punishment, frequent whipping, and the slender but powerful hand holding the whip.

But the child is still loved.

Distorted, chaotic, unreasonable love.

"The gentle and kind adoptive father is actually a pedophile, while the strict and harsh adoptive mother protects the child while abusing him." Mo Zhaoyuan slightly curved his lips, light-colored eyes reflected tiny fragments of light, covered by eyelashes The shadows of his eyes are mottled into different shades of light and dark, "Isn't it interesting?"

He smiled, but a secret pain gradually filled his chest, as if Ian Sterling's soul still existed in this body, and was crying unwillingly along with his words.

A child who grows up in such a distorted, chaotic, and unreasonable love gradually grows into a distorted, chaotic, unreasonable appearance.

The pure white snow covers all the filth, hiding in a place where the sun does not shine, and exists quietly.

Like a Mobius ring, the former victim becomes the perpetrator, and the harm is passed on one after another.

Mo Zhaoyuan lowered his head and looked at his hands on the table.The dark blue tablecloth made the skin extremely fair, with well-defined joints and slender fingers. They were undoubtedly very delicate and beautiful hands.

Who knew that these hands were stained with the blood of an unknown number of innocent people, and the invisible sticky blood could even dye the nails red.

"I don't think it's funny." Jino's voice brought Mo Zhaoyuan back from his rambling fantasies. When he raised his head, he saw Detective Bennett's rarely serious expression, "On the contrary, I feel very sad."

"Sad?" Mo Zhaoyuan looked at him, "Why?"

"I feel sorry for that child." Gino pursed his lips, and his low tone showed the detective's unhappy mood, "Ian, maybe you just think this is a story. But if something like this really happened , that child must"

It must be painful.

Jino didn't say the rest, but Mo Zhaoyuan felt Jino's mood from his eyes full of compassion.

His lips moved, and it took a while before they raised their arc again: "Thank you."

From Jino's blank expression, it can be seen that Jino has no idea why Mo Zhaoyuan thanked him.But Mo Zhaoyuan knew that he was thanking Ian Sterling—to be precise, for the former Ian Sterling when he was young.

Mo Zhaoyuan even thought that if Ian had met Agent Bennett when he was still a child, maybe he could have been saved and escaped from that bad couple in time, so that he would not grow up stumbling and walk away. Go astray.

Of course, this kind of thought is just that Mo Zhaoyuan feels a little sad for Ian for a while. Fundamentally speaking, Ian Sterling's soul no longer exists, so there is no such thing as "if" or "maybe".Even when he told this story to Kino, it wasn't to reminisce about his life experience, but——

How should I put it, I planted a small foreshadowing, so that when the vest is lifted against Keno in the future, there will be one more emotional card to play.

Anyway, it's just for such a shallow reason.

Now that the story has been told, Mo Zhaoyuan, who has achieved his goal, is actually not interested in discussing with Jinuo the question of "whether that child is in pain or not".Moreover, this story with a not-so-bright theme also made Jino feel a little depressed. Coupled with the criminal declaration, Jino wanted to send Mo Zhaoyuan home earlier.

Neither party was in the mood for conversation, so of course the dinner was over quickly.

The two left the restaurant, and Jino drove Mo Zhaoyuan to Kimberlyton. The journey was calm, and the "attack by a murderer under the night" that Jino imagined did not happen.The car stopped in front of the villa, Jino got out of the car, and opened the passenger's door for Mo Zhaoyuan: "Here we are."

"Thank you for sending me back." The sky was already dark, and a street lamp not far away cast a warm yellow light, adding a dark filter to Mo Zhaoyuan, and those light gray-blue eyes also changed. It was as deep as the night, and suddenly showed a little sharp feeling.

Just as Jino was about to answer "You're welcome", he saw a man of medium build walking towards them from the corner.Jino, who had been worried that the murderer would attack Ian, was almost subconsciously wary of the strange man: "You are?"

"Uh, I, I don't mean anything malicious." The man's voice was a bit vague, and when he walked in, Kino found that he was about 30 years old, his dark brown hair was not carefully groomed, and it was draped over his shoulders in a mess, looking very sloppy , "I want to come and ask, what do you need?"

While talking, the man moved closer to Mo Zhaoyuan.Just when Jinuo and Mo Zhaoyuan were paying attention to the man's words, the man suddenly took out something from the pocket of his jacket, and swung it at Mo Zhaoyuan extremely quickly.

Gino saw a sharp white light flashing across his eyes, and he suddenly realized that it was the reflection of the metal props under the light.

"Ian, be careful!"