you turned on the love game

Dark corners of the city.

A thin figure walked through the alley.

Half a wisp of fiery red hair was reflected on the surface of the broken glass bottle, rising and falling between jumps, drawing a half-curved arc.

He is very thinly dressed.

Lips are blue.

Even sunny days in winter are cold, and the faint warmth of the sun is no match for the biting cold wind.

The wind scrambles to get into the collar of the clothes like a wild horse, wishing to take away all the body heat.

Passing through this alley, a large abandoned building appeared in front of you.

That is the unfinished building in this city.

They are piled up on the outskirts far away from the city center. Inside, there are only abandoned broken boards and garbage debris. There are only big holes one after another where doors and windows should have been installed, and the cold wind blows back and forth.

This is a good place to enjoy the cool in summer.

But in winter, not even a dog wants to live there.

The figure got into an unfinished building, climbed up to the third floor with ease, took out a piece of chewing gum from under a few broken bricks, opened the package, put the candy in his mouth, and then hid the wrapping paper back.

The sweetness of the chewing gum in his mouth was long gone, but he still chewed it, and ran down the corridor quickly.

--"Snapped"

Blow a bubble.

There are a bunch of dilapidated old houses behind the unfinished building.

That was the slum, and it was his home.

A few dirty wooden boards of different lengths formed a simple fence, and a string of hand-woven blue wind chimes hung from the eaves outside the house. I heard that this was a custom in a remote area.

As long as the wind chime can hang for 99 days without being blown off by the wind.

The children of this family will live a safe life.

"I am back……"

It was hung up by his mother herself.

"Hisso?"

The woman with fiery red hair came over and held his hand, and when she found it was cold, she hurriedly took him back to the bedroom and stuffed him under the quilt.

"The weather is getting colder, don't run too far."

Hisoka looked away from her, closed his eyes, and blew bubbles on his own—as long as he pretended he didn't hear it, it didn't need to be done.

How could the mother not see through his tricks, pressed his forehead lightly, and threatened him: "If you don't obey, the birthday present will be lost."

Gift?

He opened his eyes suddenly: "What gift?"

"I'll know it at zero o'clock, but you have to be obedient."

Hisoka frowned in distress, muttered something in a low voice, and then said: "Okay, I promise you..."

The mother stroked his hair with a smile and went out to work.

Hisoka was buried in the old quilt, chewing gum more and more slowly, drowsiness gradually came to him, and he slowly closed his eyes.

……

He was woken up by the sound of a stool being thrown.

The knocking of furniture, the exclamation of his mother, and the cursing of that disgusting drunk, these sounds stuck in his ear canal like a gangrene that couldn't be scraped off.

Hisoka got out of bed and opened the door.

I happened to see the man lift the stool and try to hit the woman.

Clang!

Hisoka kicked the table, successfully attracting the man's attention.

The mother's eyes changed instantly: "Hisuo! Go in!"

He stood still, until the man's eyes reddened by alcohol met the mocking smile on his face, and he burst into anger.

"You little bastard—"

Hisoka kept a close eye on his movements, and nimbly dodged when he punched for the first time, but he didn't notice that the man hid the second punch behind him, and was hit on the forehead by a punch.

The body of a child is no match for the fist of a grown man.

Hisoka was overturned directly to the ground.

The abdomen hit the broken glass on the ground, drawing a deep bloody gash.The eyes can't see clearly, dizziness, dizziness, and the desire to vomit is constantly churning in the stomach.

"Still trying to hide? Are you dreaming—"

In the chaos, his mother leaned over him and hugged him tightly, and the man's fist hit her hard on the back, making a terrible muffled sound.

But she said nothing.

Always silent.

After a long time, the man was tired from beating, and he was about to go out after cursing, but he fell to the ground and fell asleep directly.

The snoring was as loud as thunder.

The mother's breathing became more and more heavy, she swallowed hard the fishy sweetness in her mouth, and said softly to Hisoka: "Mom is a little tired, go to sleep for a while, and get up later to cook for you..."

She pressed her chest as if she couldn't breathe, moved her body slowly back to the room, and made no more sound.

Hisoka was still dizzy, and only faintly heard "sleep for a while".

After a long time, his physical strength finally recovered.

The picture in the field of vision became clear again.

He staggered up and looked at the man who was lying on the ground and sleeping soundly, with a weird smile on his lips, and the terrifying malice slowly gathered in those golden eyes.

This is the first time.

The man passed out drunk at home.

As if he could not feel the pain of the abdominal wound, Hisoka entered the kitchen unhurriedly, glanced at the row of kitchen utensils, then drew out the sharpest knife and walked towards the sleeping man.

The smile on his face got bigger and bigger, he raised his hands high and aimed at the man's neck, gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and thrust it down with all his strength!

The entire blade penetrates the neck.

Nailed to the floor.

The man opened his eyes suddenly, and moaned "ho ho" from his throat. He waved his hands desperately, and the glass bottle beside him crackled and overturned. He was trying to find something that caused him pain.

It's a pity that he was so drunk that he couldn't grasp the handle of the knife, and his eyes widened, like a dying fish, flapping its tail fin with all its strength, but in the end it could only hang down powerlessly.

--he died.

Hisoka stood not far away, with a smile on his face, seriously admiring his yellow and red dead face, and then tilted his head to comment after a while: "It's disgusting..."

"Like a dead dog."

He snorted happily, stepped over the man's body and walked into the bedroom, saw a lump of raised figures on the bed, and said in a slightly coquettish tone, "Mom, I'm so hungry."

The doll didn't speak or move.

"Mother?"

Hisoka lifted the quilt, and his mother was lying on the bed with a bruised face, her chest didn't rise or fall—she had completely stopped breathing.

"..." He stared at her motionlessly, and the joy that had arisen in his heart suddenly disappeared, turning into a dark and deep hole.

A terrifying black hole where you can't see your fingers, and even your breathing echoes.

There was a small box next to the bed, and he opened it to see that there was a piece of "BungeeGum" chewing gum inside, with a note stuck underneath.

【My favorite child, I wish you a happy sixth birthday...】

Hisoka read the note expressionlessly, refolded it and put it back into his mother's stiff palm, unwrapped the chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth.

Sweet and fruity flavors immediately occupy the mouth.

Bittersweet.

He took one last look at his mother's face before turning and leaving the room.

The blue wind chimes on the eaves were blown down by the wind at some point, and they were lying in the mud in embarrassment, with traces of dirt everywhere.

Hisoka glanced at it, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

Leaving this former home.

The cold wind in the evening was colder than that at noon. He got into a leeward waste alley, and suddenly saw a pile of chewing gum wrappers on the ground out of the corner of his eye, so he simply squatted down and looked carefully.

- "Bumgee Gum"

They were all the same brand of gum wrappers, exactly like the ones he had received for his birthday.

Hisoka chewed mechanically, the sweetness gradually became weaker and weaker, and he was not even interested in blowing bubbles.His eyes kept staring at the candy wrappers on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, slight footsteps came from the alley.

He looked up and saw a woman with long black hair walking towards him.

The eyes are a rare blue-purple, showing a deep dark blue in the dark, like the rarest wave marbles in a soda bottle.

Followed by a large group of bodyguards.

difficult...

Hisoka stared at her indifferently, trying to see what she was going to do.

The woman squatted in front of him, and there was no malice in her eyes.

Then he stretched out his hand slowly, even if his finger was bitten bloody, it didn't matter, and even prevented the bodyguard from attacking.

Just talking to him in a ridiculously nostalgic tone.

She said, "Come to me."

……

The soft quilt was under him.

Sitting in front of her was still the black-haired woman. When she covered her mouth and tilted her head, there was an obvious smile in her eyes, and her curved blue-purple eyes had a different color under the light.

Brighter color than glass beads.

"Hisso?"

After laughing enough, she asked again, "Do you want to become stronger?"

Become stronger.

Become stronger……

He chewed the word back and forth several times in his lips, hummed in a low voice, the corners of his mouth raised higher and higher, he picked up the last dart with his right hand, and threw it vigorously at the dartboard on the wall.

"Snapped!"

Insert straight into the red circle in the center.

magician……

Can never do anything.

"OK……"