you turned on the love game

You found out the truth when you buried Margot's land. At that time, you were lying on top of its corpse, trembling with hatred, and ran back to the manor like crazy to make a phone call, demanding that the family send someone to kill Bijima immediately.

your uncle—

The current head of the Morrow family said so.

"The forces behind that bodyguard haven't been figured out yet, so we can't move him for the time being. I will arrange for someone to build a secret passage in the manor. If something similar happens again, you can escape at any time."

You hung up the phone blankly.

Rumor has it that the only daughter of Patriarch Mo Luo is the only weakness of that ruthless man, as long as he uses her, he can threaten the whole family.

Maybe it was true before you were three years old.

But when you were three years old, your parents were shot and killed while attending a certain banquet, and the head of the house was replaced by your father's younger brother, your uncle.

——He is a man born to walk in the dark.

Since it was rumored that you were a weakness, he sent you to the remote Morrow Manor to blur other people's memory of this manor and create an appearance of protecting you, thus making this rumor more real.

The effect of this trick was outstanding, and it really caught a lot of people with malicious intentions. The Morrow family also annexed many small and medium-sized forces through this, and became a large family in the underworld.

But he is not satisfied, and wants to use you to catch bigger prey.

So from then on.

You can never leave the city again.

Repeating the same routine every day, life is as boring as a pool of stagnant water, and the end of life can be seen almost at a glance.

You thought you would live like this for the rest of your life, until you picked up a dying little wolf at the edge of the forest when you were eight years old.

It was covered in wounds, and its fur was covered with scars made of coagulated blood. It shivered under the tree.

Mingming is so weak that he can't even open his eyes, and he still wants to attack you when you get close.

You calmed down its anxiety and named it "Margodi".

In the Gulimi language, which is on the verge of extinction, this word represents a tenacious life and a never-ending journey.

It's your little wolf.

It's your one and only little wolf.

The room was silent, pale lights were projected from the ceiling, the expression on the face of the man in a suit changed rapidly, and finally solidified into a stiff smile.

Like an old-fashioned puppet in disrepair, you can even hear the cracking of the internal joints when turning the head.

"When did Missy know?" He asked hoarsely.

You let go of the hand pressing on the canvas, watching the elastic canvas slowly restore the depression you pressed, the corners of your lips curled up, "On the next day, when I buried it."

Hearing this, the man lowered his head slightly, and the part above the bridge of his nose was covered with a thick shadow, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly.

"Fortunately, you rushed back to the auction site immediately to help, and you didn't come back until ten days later. Otherwise, I saw your face..."

You chuckled, your tone as cold as ice.

"I wish I could kill you."

The man was silent and didn't speak. You leaned your head on the canvas, your eyes were bent, and you returned to a brisk tone.

"Bijima is so lucky."

"The power behind it has not been found out by the Moro family. The owner of the family ordered not to startle the enemy, just in case my account is frozen, so I can't do it even if I want to commission the enemy."

You sighed softly, and said, "I let you live until now."

In the silent room, only your voice echoes in it.This man is like a gourd with his mouth sawn off, he doesn't say a word, even if he hears that you think he has lived too long, he doesn't respond.

Suddenly, you mentioned the past: "Eliza fell on the side of the street, if I hadn't saved her, she should have died, right?"

This is what happens in your fourth year at the estate.

When you were shopping, you saw a woman lying on the side of the road, and immediately arranged for bodyguards to call a private doctor, who saved the woman's life in time.

Speaking of his beloved wife, Bijima finally spoke, his voice was as heavy and hoarse as if he had swallowed a few kilograms of iron: "Yes, we have always been grateful to you."

"Grateful? Grateful enough to kill my Margot?"

You seem to be amused by the word, "Let me go. It's time like this, so don't disgust me anymore."

"Indeed, you recognized me when you came to the manor to apply for a bodyguard, and your attitude was quite respectful, but then it changed. When did you start to change, do you remember?"

Bijima closed her eyes and never looked directly into your eyes.It was as if there was still some shame in the man's heart.

"It was... when Eliza's condition got worse."

You opened your eyes wide in surprise: "So you remember."

In March 1973, Bijima's wife, Elisa, became seriously ill and was transferred to Youkexin's large hospital.You sympathized with what happened to him, and approved a half-year vacation for him to fly to Youkexin to take care of his wife.

Half a year later, when he came back from You Kexin, he became very silent.

At first you thought that he was grieving because of his wife's illness, and you were very considerate of him, even if you occasionally neglected and made a mistake in your work, you didn't blame him.

You don't realize how wrong you are until the enemy raids the manor, Margot dies, and you find the imprint of his weapon on it.

"During that time, I couldn't sleep all night, and I couldn't figure out why you would kill Margot underground. It has no conflict with you, and it is only loyal to me, unless the person you want to deal with is me."

This is a guess that has taken root in your heart for four years. You have been tortured by it all night, and now you can speak it out with dull pain.

"Right, Bijima?" You raised the corners of your lips sarcastically, "You will kill it, just to deal with me."

"..." Bijima's throat rolled, and he said in a low voice: "The red wolf is a race with S-level combat power among monsters. They usually have a lifespan of a hundred years, and they will last for nearly 80 years after they are eight years old."

"An adult red wolf is able to fight one against five against those with telekinetic abilities, without even falling behind. It is one of the most terrifying monsters on the mainland."

At this moment, the man finally expressed his original purpose, "I can't let it grow up, otherwise it would be impossible to have this opportunity."

Margot will defend you to the death.

When it reaches adulthood, no conspiracy can hurt you anymore.

And if Bijima and outsiders want to attack you, they must first remove the obstacle of Margot, the reason is as simple as that.

You snorted, covered your face, and leaned your head against the canvas, laughing until tears came out, "Sure enough, it's because of me."

Your little wolf—

"why?"

Your favorite little wolf in the world—

"Bijima, why?"

Suddenly, the thin man whimpered in pain, his voice trembling: "Miss, Eliza...Eliza is really in too much pain, there is no special medicine that can save her life."

"But the Polano family said that if he can invite you over, he can let a person with healing ability to heal Elisa!"

He is like a prisoner in trouble, clinging to the last hope and refusing to let go, he staggered forward a few steps, knelt down in front of you with a plop, weeping uncontrollably.

"Miss, please, I can't help—"

You looked at him as if you were watching a ridiculous theater performance, with an extremely indifferent expression, "You are wrong, I am not the eldest lady of the Moreau family. The head of the family is not my father, he is my uncle."

"My parents died many years ago."

You stared at the man who was begging for an apology, and said in a cold tone, "Even if you arrest me, it's useless. Uncle won't shake any decisions of the family because of me."

"Impossible! Everyone knows that you are the weak underbelly protected by the Moro family. As long as you are caught, anything can be done!"

You admired his ugliness and said with a smile, "It's all a lie to you."

"I was originally a target specially set up by the Moreau family to trick you self-righteous idiots around. Even if you take me to the family behind you, it will have no effect."

Your voice is light and ethereal, directly to the point.

"Your wife is dead."

Bijima's eyes became extremely terrifying in an instant, as if he wanted to swallow you alive, but he was forced to suppress you again, barely pulling out a smiling face.

"Miss, stop joking..."

"After Elisa recovers from her illness, I will find a way to help you find another red wolf cub. It will definitely be more obedient than the original Margot."

You didn't even want to look at him, you stroked the red wolf in the photo with your fingers, and with a faint smile on your lips, you said softly: "No one can compare to my Margot..."

There is a hidden button behind the photo frame, you slowly move your hand to it, and sigh softly: "Is Elisa still waiting for you in the hospital?"

The man thought you were willing to step back, and nodded in surprise: "Yes, yes!"

"Does she know what you've done?"

"..."

"It seems that I know... how pitiful, if you die, she will have to die." You smiled lightly and touched the button, "But she should have died a few years ago."

Bijima faintly felt that something was wrong, "Miss?"

You lowered your eyes and murmured regretfully, "You broke your promise."

On the mountainside, a violent explosion suddenly occurred in the solemn manor. Passers-by on the street screamed and witnessed all this, and panickedly took out their mobile phones to call the police, even speaking inconsequentially.

In the dense crowd, the red-haired boy stood alone in the middle of the crowd, staring fixedly at the ruined manor, his golden pupils seemed to be brewing with frightening anger.

Suddenly, he raised his hand to hold his face.

His shoulders kept shaking, and then he laughed strangely.

With his head buried, he smiled and knocked away pedestrians blocking the way, and walked crookedly towards the ornamental fountain in the center of the city.

The fountain was shimmering, and his face was reflected in the undulating water.

Nice red stars and green water droplets.

He stared at the face, plunged into the water suddenly, rubbed the drawing on his face vigorously with his palms, and pressed down hard with his fingertips, as if he wanted to peel off the whole face directly.

The cheeks were rubbed red, but part of the carefully prepared paint remained on the face, but it was blurred by the water.

It took him a long time, until the passing pedestrians couldn't help but want to come up to inquire about the situation, and finally stopped.

The boy propped his arms on the edge of the fountain and slowly raised his head.

Clear drops of water trickled down the hair, rolled into the neck, and finally splashed on the ground to break up the fine dust.

The original clear pattern is only left with faint shallow marks.

There is also some redness in the corners of the eyes, I don't know if it's the residual paint, the marks left by rubbing hard, or something else...

Those golden eyes, which were calm an hour ago, are now covered with gloomy emotions, and there is a thick malice churning in the depths, which is more terrifying than when they lived in the slums before.

"Ha ha……"

He stared at the red-haired idiot in the water and leaned closer to the surface.Then slowly grinned the corners of his mouth, pulled out a cold and mocking arc, and said to the people in the water in a voice that was almost a whisper.

"You were deceived again..."

The explosion of the manor attracted more and more onlookers. They stood guard in every corner of the city, looked up at the burning place, and commented with kindness or maliciousness.

Hisoka stood up again, letting his wet hair stick to his forehead, walked slowly through the dense crowd.

"Hisso?"

"Siso!"

The personal maid who had finally found the trace of the boy was blocked on the other side by the crowd of heads.With tears in her eyes, she wanted to stop the child that the eldest lady liked, but she could only watch him go further and further away.

"Hisso—"

He never responded.

The immature wolf cubs turned their backs to the burning manor.

Not a step back.

The author has something to say: [put a simple timeline]

X, X, 1962

Missy was born

X, X, 1965

The eldest daughter's parents died, and the uncle took control of the Morrow family

X, X, 1967

The eldest lady was sent to live in the old manor, and at the same time, the Morrow family found someone with the ability to blur the memory of the middle and low-level personnel on the manor, creating the illusion that the eldest lady is the family's weakness

February 1970, 6

The eldest lady picked up the little wolf Margot who was less than one year old

X, X, 1971

The eldest lady asked a private doctor to save a woman who fell on the side of the road (Bijima's wife Eliza). A few days later, Bijima came to apply for a bodyguard because of money, and recognized the savior

February 1972, 6

Hisoka was born

March X, 1973

Bijima's wife, Eliza, became seriously ill and was transferred to Youkexin's large hospital.He frowns all day long, and often asks for leave to fly to Youkexin to visit his wife.

March X, 1973

When Bijima came back from Youkexin, she became very silent.

February 1975, 11

The enemy raided the manor, and Margot died at the age of six

February 1977, 11

Lena meets Missy

February 1978, 6

Hisoka's mother died, met the eldest lady

February 1979, 6

Missy died

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