soul stone

"Hey, does it still hurt?"

The gray-haired boy was squatting on the chair beside the bed with a large bowl, and was swallowing the ketchup in the bowl spoon by spoon. He blinked a pair of dead fish eyes and looked curiously at the girl on the hospital bed.Without waiting for the other party's answer, he continued: "This place is no different from a big city. The supplies are limited. If there is no play or destruction, everyone will be very troubled."

After deciding to give up the painkillers, the furniture in Xue Ye's room suffered brutal damage.Sheets, pillows and curtains were torn, light bulbs and bedside tables were smashed, shards of window glass were scattered all over the floor, and bloody fist marks were all over the walls.Hiroshi Kamijou, who was separated by two rooms, finally couldn't bear to let Busha deal with the aftermath after suffering from insomnia for two nights due to the noise made by Xue Ye.

Xue Ye lay prone on the crumpled white sheets, her black eyes looking out of the window nonchalantly.The golden sunlight passed through the window with only the frame left unhindered, and sprinkled on the girl's pale side face.She was very quiet, not because the pain was gone, but because it had been in pain for too long, and she had no strength to struggle and shout.

"Get rid of the pain..." The lips that had lost their blood color breathlessly spit out a few words.

"No, pain is a danger warning mechanism that people are born with. Getting rid of it is tantamount to suicide."

"Hmph...hehehe." The girl suddenly sneered, "Suicide? I don't even have the right to die..."

The handle of the spoon that Bouchard was biting on shook up and down.

"This body clearly remembers everything it experienced while in a coma...including your surgery."

Caught off guard, the boy was strangled by the neck.The strength is so great that it is incompatible with the image of the weak girl in front of her.

The girl smiled faintly, her eyes glowed again, like a child looking at the ants crawling on the ground playfully, considering whether to trample to death now or later.

"You know, right? The secret of this body."

"Please don't do this, it's very uncomfortable, sister."

Buxia looked at her without changing his expression, then suddenly took the spoon out of his mouth, and rubbed it against Xue Ye's arm a few times.

"..." The girl twitched the corner of her mouth, let go of her hand, and said with her head tilted, "You are different from those people."

"Huh?" The little boy shook his head, moved his real and artificial legs, and put the rubbed spoon into the big bowl to stir.

When she turned her face away, the girl's fair face was bathed in the twilight of the morning, and her long black hair hung over her shoulders, like a static ink painting, as if the violence just now was just an illusion.

"Ketchup, is it so delicious?"

"It's like motion sickness pills to me, rather than delicious."

"Motion sickness pills?"

"Well. I'm afraid of blood, so I eat ketchup every day. If you imagine blood and flesh as ketchup, you won't be afraid."

"Hey..." Xue Ye opened her eyes wide, "Then why do you still want to be a doctor?"

"People are very fragile. Sister, you may not think that people are actually just a combination of organic and inorganic matter. Regardless of high or low, people are equally vulnerable to injury and disease. Especially the people you want to protect. For them, Bu Xia Cai will become a world-renowned genius doctor."

As he spoke, the boy turned the bowl over, squinted one eye and carefully checked that there was no ketchup left.

"It's true, people are fragile creatures. Not only the body, but also the soul... After all, you are the first person who came out of that monastery to be so considerate of others."

Bouchard threw the spoon into the bowl and turned his back. "I'll go first, the world-renowned genius doctor is very busy."

"Wait a minute, world-renowned genius doctor."

"What else... is there anything else?" The little boy turned his head, his face flushed slightly.

"Please, I don't want to be treated like a monster."

Xue Ye frowned, clutching the quilt tightly with both hands, her bright black pupils filled with tears, and choked up.

"I won't say it." Bu Xia said in a deep voice.

The girl wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, trying to put on a smiling expression. "It's a secret between the two of us, isn't it?"

"Hmm." The little boy wanted to turn the doorknob, but it slipped several times.My palms were sweating for some reason. "correct……"

"what?"

"...If it still hurts, hit me. Don't ruin the furniture."

With a click, the door snapped shut.The girl's ink-like black pupils stared at the direction Buxia left for a long time, and then looked out the window.The trees have just sprouted buds, the sky is blue and high, and the white clouds are drifting slowly. It is a beautiful early spring scene.

"Spring is here. Summer is not far away." She murmured.

The religious holy city of Petroushka.

Due to space constraints, the mass ceremony was changed from the originally scheduled Santa Maria Monastery to the St. Peter's Basilica not far away.

In the chapel of St. Peter's Basilica, the long dark red carpet of the age passes through the white marble columns and arches, and is paved from the magnificent gate to the deepest steps. The stained glass with dark blue background is surrounded by white walls. Cast a faint blue light.White symbolizes death, purity and rebirth, blue symbolizes tranquility, peace and wisdom, and red symbolizes vitality.It is the best place to pray for the blessings of Allah for those who have died unfortunately, and to be reborn as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, Mass can only be presided over by a priest.In the eyes of the old gangsters, it is a question of sincerity if they do not preside over the mass in person.

Across the white spindle-shaped railing, the blue eyes were like a smooth lake, staring at the ceremony, and there seemed to be precipitation in the depths of the eyes.

Footsteps came from behind. "Sister Moelle."

Moelle didn't look back. "How is the reception of the guests, Mother Teresa?"

"The appointments have been arranged, but..." the tall nun hesitated to speak.

"Just what?" Mo Aili stood up and looked back at her seriously.

Teresa's face became hot, and she was about to speak when she heard a commotion below.

"Bitch, come out!"

A group of men in black rushed into the hall aggressively, the leader stretched out his arms and pointed at the people on the altar, and his hoarse curses echoed in the hall.

Teresa's face was full of anger and embarrassment, "Who dares to speak rudely in this kind of place?!"

Mass was interrupted, and all eyes were on this impudent man.The dean priest said gently: "Here are pure souls who believe in Allah. You must have found the wrong place. Please go back."

The man saw clearly that there were men on the altar, his face flushed red, and he yelled out of embarrassment:

"I know you're here! Moelle you bitch, you killed my mother!"

"He...how dare..." Teresa was tongue-tied, "Sister Moelle, this..."

When I turned my head, Sister Moelle was nowhere to be seen.

"Mr. Leonard, thank you for coming."

A gentle and familiar voice came from downstairs.Teresa hurried to the pole and looked down.

"In order to pray to Allah, bless Lingtang to rest in peace in heaven, the mass ceremony is being held here. The nuns will arrange seats for you. Lingtang must also hope that you will pray for her."

"Who will allow you to speculate on my mother's thoughts!" The medium-sized man in a black suit pointed at the tip of Mo Allie's nose, his eyes were slit, his thick neck was flushed red, and he was spitting, "You don't even shine her shoes?" Not worthy!"

Mo Aili smiled, still with stretched brows and a benevolent face.She opened her arms and spread her palms, as if she could tolerate even malice.

"I am also very sorry that Lingtang died in the Yunding Sanatorium. However, it was not me who caused Lingtang to suffer misfortune, and you also know this. Because the real murderer is too powerful, you will find me and this Let’s vent our anger on a piece of sacred land.” His soft eyes were full of pity, “It’s really pitiful.”

"shut up!"

With a click, Reiner's left hand, which was behind his back, suddenly stretched forward, and the pistol with the safety buckle opened aimed at Moelle's heart.

The guests ran away screaming and panicking.Mother Teresa, who was lying on the second floor, also turned and ran away.

"Mom, just watch, your son is going to avenge you." Reiner smiled distortedly, and slowly pulled the trigger——

"Tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk"

Intensive gunfire resounded through the dome.The man screamed one after another.Reiner turned around in horror, and found that the group of men in black he had brought had become the ghosts under the gun in less than ten seconds.

"No, it's impossible..."

As soon as his knees gave way, he knelt down on the ground, looking at the group of nuns in black with military rifles in front of him, beating the cold marble floor in despair.The blood under his hands spread, soaking his fist, and his vision was red.Reiner raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot.Accompanied by the clicking sound of the pistol safety catch being released, a cold and hard touch came from the back of his head.

"You can't kill me!" he yelled, "Do you know who my brother is? He will settle accounts with you! You can't eat and go around..."

Suddenly, his eyes lost their luster, saliva flowed from his mouth, and fell down like a sandbag.Just now, a bullet pierced through his skull from behind, splintering bones, blood and brains all over the floor.

"Sister Moelle!" The leading nun ran over with a gun in her hand, anxiously inspecting Moelle's body, "Aren't you injured?"

"I'm fine," said Moelle, smiling at her, putting away her pistol. "You're doing well. Thank you, Mother Teresa."

"It is our bounden duty to protect you." The rigid nun straightened her spine, "But who is this man?"

"Oh, he's Leonard. Don Laroyer's youngest brother."

"Moelle, what the hell are you trying to do?"

The afterglow of the evening casts changing gray-blue light and shadows on the faces of the veterans through the whirring fans.

"You came here specifically to talk about this?"

The whole body of the nun was immersed in the shadows, making it impossible to see clearly.

"Forget about the nursing home, but you are too bold." The man stroked the chiseled lines on his face with his big knuckles, "'gamblers' don't suffer from being dumb. If you do this, it is tantamount to declaring war head-on. You understand the current situation ? Not only you, but the 'Godfather' will also be questioned."

The nun laughed silently.

"Everything I do is to prevent our childhood from repeating itself. If violence is the nature of human beings, I will house this nature, tame it, restrain it, control it, and let it become a prisoner. Beast."

The man shook his head imperceptibly.

"What if the beast escapes from the cage?"

"It's not an ordinary cage." Mo Aili paused, "It's them themselves who created the cage."

"Oh?"

"In everyone's heart, there are important things and important people. For these people and things, people are tied up and trapped in the shackles they made themselves. Only by untying their hearts can they see a new world. You and I are Good example."

"...I see your heart locked, Moelle."

The nun stood up and hugged the man's gray head tenderly, her chin resting on his thick short hair.

"You don't understand anything, Ibrimer."

A week later, "The Godfather" Corleone was assassinated.