[Wolfman Killing] Don't open your eyes at midnight

Returning to Bell Hall after dismissal from the tavern, I was in a bad mood.

Everything this day seems to have happened to stimulate my emotions, right?

I'm still lying on that broken sofa, and I don't know how long it has passed.On the bed next to him, Oni's bedding was still piled up in a mess, as if he just went out to relieve his hands.But I know that his body has sunk into the sea forever, and it is impossible to return to this place.

After all, I counted as one-fifth of his murderers.

I put my hands over my eyes to block the gray light coming in from the window.But the darkness didn't make me any more comfortable. Instead, it reminded me of the night I met Oni.

One day three years ago, in order to avoid the fat boss who wanted to take revenge on me, when I was dodging left and right in a dark alley, I bumped into him.He had just turned fifteen at that time, but his body was as strong as a black wall.Although we work part-time in the same restaurant, I haven't had any contact with him on weekdays.I really didn't expect him to make a sudden move, and he took me to beat up the unscrupulous boss.Then, they spent a month in prison together.

We have been together for three years, but we have only a faint relationship, let alone a congenial heart.It's just friends at the dinner table who rarely talk in private, so little that they never have conflicts because of disagreements.I know that his contempt for me is no less than that of others.In the eyes of others, we are one black and one yellow, one tall and one short, one strong and one thin, and we are inseparable.But in fact, we travel together only because it is convenient to travel and because strangers in other lands are inevitably lonely, that's all.

I've been alone since I started wandering at the age of nine.I have met many people and traveled to many places, but I have never stopped for anything, and I have no other friends.Oni, no matter how close this guy is to me, he is still the first and the last, my friend...

he died.I'm a [-] in [-] murderer.

The scene of him being swallowed up by the crashing waves mixed with heavy raindrops still lingers in my mind.

That old horseman Benjamin kept peeking at me, huh, he just regarded me as a shameless showman who was born to "cry cat and mouse"... This old man, I'm afraid people won't see that we both Is it a wolf? ...

Boom boom boom!

Suddenly there was a hasty knock on the door.

I lay there without moving, but slowly opened my eyes.Only then did I realize that the rain outside the window had stopped.I thought this rain would be like that rain until the day I win or I die.If the rain hadn't stopped early, no one would come to visit now.

dong dong dong dong!

No one opened the door?Is that guy Quentin still in that woman's room chattering?

dong dong dong dong!

The person who came was very persistent, no one opened the door for him, so he just kept knocking hard.

dong dong dong dong dong!

There is perseverance to make people disgusted.

A delicate female voice came: "I know you are here. Open the door!"

I frowned and made a careful distinction.It seemed to be the voice of the maid in Khan's house.

There was no doubt that she had come to Quentin.But where is he now?Way there?Or the scarlet proprietress?

There was a fire in my heart for no reason.

Quentin.This man is so attractive, young and old, especially women.They will soon be confused by his "sunshine and upright" good skin, and then easily let go of their guard against him.To approach and use them, Quentin is a thousand times easier than me or Oni.

But how could a woman's shallow eyelids detect the viciousness and cunning buried deep under his dark green eyes?

When I met him for the first time, I suddenly remembered a monster named "Shuten" I saw in a book.It is the famous "Virgin Killer" in the legends of my hometown. It loves to turn into a handsome young man to lure women into bait, or torture them, or eat their flesh and blood...

I hate the sanctimonious, sinister and vicious guys more than anything in my life.If I stood in the opposite position today, I would definitely turn into the general Minamoto Raimitsu who beheaded "Shuten" and kill him with a sword... But I can't now.Probably not in the future.

I got up and walked downstairs, thinking angrily.

Now, I have an "accomplice" relationship with him.Even going one step further, he is the person who is most likely to lead the night after the death of the white wolf king Pu.Just as "Shuten" is the king of ghosts, he is also a born leader.On this point, everyone who has seen him arrange the arrangement in the scarlet tavern will have no objection.And I can only follow behind the ghost king like a "little ghost", submitting in the open, jealous in the dark, and submissive in the slightest - like "Jiu Tun", who was born as an outcast and was cut off later One-armed demon subordinate "Ibaraki"-after all, leadership and communication skills are not my strong points.I can't help but admit it.

I opened the door expressionlessly, and said to the paranoid woman outside, "He's not here."

"Who?" The maid froze for a moment, "Oh, you mean Mr. Sheriff? I know he's not here. Just to be on the safe side, he just went to patrol the streets with Benjamin and...Cook."

"Oh, that's right." Three wolves patrolling the streets? The "ghost king" is indeed safe in handling affairs.I snorted coldly and made a gesture to close the door.

"Hey wait!" She put her hand on the door, "I'm here to get the plate, the one that held the snacks yesterday. Have you finished eating?"

"..." I turned my head for a glance, walked back to the table, swept a few colorful things onto the table with a wave of my hand, and then raised the empty plate to her eyes, "Here."

She took it, gave me a disgusted look, turned and left.

I clearly heard a soft "... country bumpkin."

I've heard this kind of talk too much, too much to arouse my anger.

Shrugging indifferently, I was about to close the door, but the man suddenly turned his head and asked me: "Did you know my father... Cook a long time ago?"

Hearing that name, my men paused. "Indeed, it was a long time ago." I narrowed my eyes and savored her uneasy emotions, "Why did you change your name from 'Father'? Could it be that you lost your temper with him?"

"It's none of your business." She frowned.

I don't like this child named "May" very much.Seeing her in trouble, my mood brightened a little: "Since you didn't come here to find the sheriff, then you must have come here specially to find me... Don't talk about the plate, how can a small plate be missing in such a big mansion? It's just a cover, you just want to ask me about Cook's past. Am I right? Although I keep hinting at Cook, he doesn't seem to recognize me. Can't believe it's you Understand what I mean first... I can tell you the truth, but first I want to hear the real reason why you came to me."

The maid was silent for a while, and said: "When I cleaned up his room on my own initiative, I found a necklace with dark blue stones. I thought it was something left to me by my mother who I had never met, and hung it around my neck. Go. He saw it and asked me to take it back. He said it was not my mother’s, but his own. But it was obviously a woman’s necklace! I have never seen him have sex with any woman since I grew up. Come here! It must be my mother... However, he never mentioned to me who my mother is, and when I asked him when I was a child, he just said that he would tell me when I got married. But I have decided... I can't wait You, please tell me, you know who my mother is, don't you? Where is she?"

I raised my hand to stop her: "Can you describe that necklace in detail?"

She stared at me hesitantly, and then described it to me.

I nodded knowingly.Just as I was about to say something, she suddenly asked me:

"Wait, how old are you?"

"...Seventeen."

She slapped her head: "I'm afraid I'm not stupid to think that you, who are only a little older than me, can know things about my family that I don't even know." After finishing speaking, she turned around and wanted to leave.

"I'm really sorry," I sneered and called her to stop, "I, who is only a little older than you, really know something."

……

I was smuggled out of the dead city in Mr. Cook's big pannier.At that time, I was running a fever, and followed Mr. Cook in a daze over the mountains, over the ridges, in a bullock cart, and changed boats, and bumped all the way to a temple dedicated to the goddess in the forest.

After such a toss along the way, I actually paid it back.The brown-eyed and black-haired priestess in the temple somehow rescued me who was on the verge of death.When I murmured thanks, she smiled and replied in the language of my hometown: "Don't thank me, if you want to thank, thank that fat cook, he is your 'benefactor'. It is him, hold him for two years The recipe written by my painstaking efforts, I will exchange it with me to save your life."

Although I was very young at that time and I didn't understand the language of Mr. Cook, I always remembered the appearance of my benefactor, otherwise I wouldn't have recognized him on the street at a glance more than ten years later, and I would be in the house where he lived. Stay near the town to this day.

But then I was too young and too stupid.When faced with great love and great kindness, I subconsciously chose to run away.

"You knew he was looking for you before he left, but you hid on purpose?" the priestess asked me suspiciously.

I thought of my mother, father, brother, and nanny who died tragically: "...I'm afraid I'll hurt him."

"Aren't you afraid of implicating me? ... Well, I don't have a few years left, so you can implicate me as you like. Are you sure you want to live a hard life with me, not with him?"

"..."

"Then it's settled. You can stay here for another six years, and I will teach you the characters of your family and the characters here. The books in the temple are all yours, but the most important thing is the recipes I don't care how old you are, after you learn it, the cooking and sweeping here are all your business. I don't support idlers here."

"..."

She sat at the feet of the huge god statue in the temple as she wanted, and smiled and dangled her feet at me: "Oh, speaking of it, your benefactor is destined to be an orphan. Although I didn't find you in the forest, I picked up another unwanted one." Orphans..."

……

I pick and choose and told Little May the part about Cook that year.

She froze for a moment: "...You mean, I'm that other orphan? I... not only don't have a mother, let alone my father's daughter?"

I saw her looking devastated, but my heart was filled with malice. "That's right. The necklace you mentioned was also given by the priestess to the praying people who went to the temple. I have seen too many exactly the same necklace."

This orphan girl, she ignorantly enjoys the life I can't afford to miss, but squanders it with peace of mind.Use your fart to make big and small things, just know to be angry at him and bully him.But I am very grateful to my precious benefactor, but I am confined here, never married in my life, and in the end only for such a stupid and arrogant guy.

Ah.

I hate.

The author has something to say:

Yamazaki Ao, he really isn't a good boy... is he?