canary in cage

While everyone was cheering, an incompatible voice sounded from the central square, causing everyone's outrage.

"Don't you think you are ashamed! You are the ones who have lost the face of the goddess!"

There was no warning when such an abrupt voice sounded, everyone was stunned, they stood still and stared at the man who was shouting at the top of his voice, even the people hugging each other on the stage looked up.

The people around seemed to be staring at the heinous death row prisoner, the hatred, disgust and contempt burst out in their eyes.

Seeing that something was wrong, Isri quickly took Cehir to a place with fewer people and covered Cehir's ears.

But the sound was still very loud, Cehir could still hear the sound of one-sided fighting intermittently, and the scene was chaotic and impossible to deal with.

Knowing that the executioner on the stage spoke again.

"At noon! The execution begins!"

Immediately, the people in the central square stopped, and the beaten person was pulled into the alley, maybe he died like this, maybe he could save his life, or he might be eaten by wild dogs in the end.

No one cares.

-

The executioner took the sparks next to him and walked down from the execution platform. The two men in blood-colored white clothes on the platform hugged even tighter. They knew they couldn't run away, so they might as well hug each other like this.

The executioner took a sip on the ground, and then threw the torch on it. It could be seen that the execution platform was poured with oil, and the fire instantly wrapped the two people together.

The crowd watched all this with wide-eyed eyes, cheering, whistling, and making various offensive gestures to disgust the two people on the stage.

Seeing this scene, Cecil was stunned for a moment, without blinking his eyes for a long time. The anger in Isri's eyes condensed into red blood streaks crawling in his eyes, and it was a second late to react.

Isri quickly covered Cecil's eyes, and said as softly as possible, "I'm sorry, young master, for frightening you, we're leaving now."

Cecil was also stunned by the scene just now, unable to say anything, he could only let Isri lead him towards the carriage.

He could feel Isri shaking.

Between the light between the fingers, Cehir still caught a glimpse of the scene on the stage.

The flames were soaring into the sky, glowing orange-red, as if a smear of blood had been wiped on the horizon. The two people in Taichung hugged each other tightly, neither of them wanted to let go of each other.

They are dressed in pure white, hugging each other in the fire, being cursed by the world, their bodies are baptized by the fire, and the love of their souls will live forever.

When the last flame devoured them all, Cehir could see clearly that they opened and closed their mouths, speaking slowly but clearly.

they are saying

"I love you."

-

Cecil was gently placed in the carriage, and Isri took out a blanket from the back of the carriage and covered Cecil's body.

"Master, I'm sorry for my behavior today, please punish me."

Seeing Isri's actions like this, Cehir suddenly remembered what Isri did just now. He was trembling, was it because of fear?Or because of anger?

Cehir couldn't figure out all of Esri's thoughts, and couldn't even think of what Esri would say next second. Cehir felt a throbbing pain in his temple, turned his head to the side, and sighed softly.

"Be careful next time."

Isri was taken aback for a moment, the corners of his lips curled up, and he lowered his waist a little: "Thank you, young master."

Fili looked at the two of them with a puzzled look on his face. When Isri came over, Fili quickly made room for Isri, but he hid far away.

The bustling city in front finally recovered, and everyone was still looking glamorous, with a brighter smile on their faces than before. Cecil supported his head and looked at these low-IQ people indifferently.

Not long after, Feili made another sound suddenly, knocking on the rear window, with anxious face, tears in his eyes, Cecil frowned slightly, opened the window to look at Feili, and opened the window.

"Is something wrong?"

Fei Li was crying: "I... I forgot to take something, if I don't take it back, my father will kill me."

Cecil's eyes moved, and he glanced at Isri next to him: "What?"

Philip's eyes sparkled, and he said excitedly, "My necklace, that necklace belongs to my mother."

"Isri, go back and get it." Cecil said calmly, looking at Isri.

Fili lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly, and there was a strange cold light in those strange pupils.

Isri met Cecil's eyes and nodded slightly: "I understand, young master, I'll go right away."

After finishing speaking, Isri jumped out of the carriage and disappeared into the crowd, while Cehir leaned against the door with an indifferent face, watching the people flowing outside.

After a long time, Philip finally made a move. He continued to open the window and looked at Cecil.

"Can you accompany me back home, if I go back late, my father will run away." Philip's voice was weak, and if he just heard the voice, he would think it was a cute child.

Cecil didn't pay attention to Philip's words. Instead, he lowered his eyes and picked up the cane next to him, jumped off the carriage, and looked up at the clock hanging in the distance.

"Let's go." Cecil looked back at Feili.

Philip's eyes moved, and he immediately followed Cehir's pace.

Even though he knew Cehir was a boy, Feili still couldn't help raising his head to look at Cehir. His short blond hair shone brightly under the sun, reflecting his fairer skin. The noble young master's clothes were luxurious and low-key. You can sell it for a lot of money.

As Philip looked at it, the desire in his eyes became even more presumptuous, and he wished he could hang Cecil directly to watch.

But what Fili didn't notice was that in a dark alley, a pair of amber golden eyes were staring at him.

Those eyes were like a god of death, and as Sehir's figure disappeared, the pair of golden pupils gradually disappeared into the dark alley.

Without a trace.

Fili's house was in a vacant lot behind a run-down tavern, and it looked utterly desolate.

"What are you going to do?" Cecil stood at the vent, shivering.

"I poured medicine into his cup to stun him." Fili lowered his head, rubbing two fingers, looking aggrieved, but the words he said were unequivocal.

"What about me?" Cecil followed Philip's words.

"You hide here." As he said that, Feili wanted to step forward to hold Cehir, but in the next second, Cehir dodged.

Fili withdrew his hand and pointed to the hole over there: "Wait for me there, my father is a lunatic, I'm afraid I'll scare you."

Cecil nodded, followed the direction of Fili's finger, retracted himself and got in, indicating that I understand.

Feili smiled secretly, nodded, then opened his door and walked in.

At the same time, Cecil immediately came out of the hole, frowning, and patting the dirt on his body with disgust.

"Are you ready?" Cecil's voice was not loud, it was cold and bright, and it sounded in the lonely open space, like a call.

"Ready master, everything is ready."

Those amber dark pupils appeared in the dark. He was doing a standard deacon ceremony, and his black clothes combined with the surrounding darkness.