Heartbreaker

During the past few days in Huapai Town, Luo always huddled in a corner, holding a messy love novel in his hand, sometimes shy and sometimes sentimental, like a young girl in her boudoir.At first I thought he was just passing the time, but later I found out that Luo was simply addicted to those man-made fantasy stories and couldn’t extricate himself. He blew out the candles every night and huddled in the corner with his back to me, faint light blue escaping from his eye holes Light, reading motionless until dawn.

I flipped through the few stories he had read.Without exception, it is basically the prince and the undead, the prodigal son and the undead, and the illustrated book of the undead (I remember him laughing while reading it).Among the stack of books, there was only one simple thread-bound book that was special, which he had recently discovered on a certain street stall.The protagonists are two poor childhood sweethearts, a boy and a girl, who eloped hand in hand one night in a remote village because they couldn't bear the oppression of their respective families.

I didn't think about it too much at the time, I just thought it was a rare story without undead, although it was just as boring.In order to release the spell on Barbara, I discussed with the three disabled brothers and Chichikov at a table for a long time, and finally finalized a plan.

The lame Raig pouted and said, "Is this really feasible? There are quite a few guards around that flower rooster. If you can't control the scene, it might turn into a brawl again."

Broken Arm Amu said, "What are you afraid of? Isn't there that undead in Lemon? They will all be finished with the scythe."

One-eyed Ior said solemnly, "But the townspeople of Huapai Town are innocent." He turned his head to look at me, "They were once the citizens of the old country, Lemon."

I murmured, "I understand. I have a way of controlling the situation—Nah!"

I looked around the corner and heard soft sobbing.The disabled three brothers looked at each other.I frowned and called him again, Luo looked back at me as if he had just woken up, with a crying face after eating sour lemon, "What's the matter, Lemon?"

I frowned and said, "Damn, what's wrong with you? What's that expression?"

"I... I'm a little sad... Lemon..." Luo's voice was full of mourning, as if he was about to cry in the next second, although the two dark eye holes were still dry as before, "This book... finally escaped. The boys and girls who came out of the village were caught by other people...they were burned to death...they died holding each other tightly..."

Broken-arm Emu rolled his eyes, "Oh, Satan! Our undead little princess is weeping for someone else's beautiful love again!"

Chichikov glanced at me, "Is Luo really an undead summoned by your soul?"

I said, "You have to forgive him for being out of his mind. After all, he may have never tasted love before his death. Luo, put the book down, I have something to tell you."

****

I pushed the door open and saw Barbara sitting on the windowsill in the dazzling light.She quietly turned her back to me, staring at the blue sky.Once Barbara's back calmed down, it was quite scary. I said, "Barbara, we have a plan to break your spell."

She turned her head, a little surprised, "Remove the spell?"

I said, "Chichikov saw your past. As long as you marry Head Van Went, the spell will be lifted, even if the wizard bastard dies..."

"No need." She said indifferently.I raised an eyebrow.Barbara was silent for a moment, and said, "Marriage is not a child's play for me."

I looked away noncommittally, "I thought you wouldn't care about this."

"I just want to kill him now. Head Van Went," she said through gritted teeth. "For what he did to me. I want to get back on him and kill him!"

I glance at her.She said angrily, "Don't look at me with that look, I'm serious!"

"That's good." I said, "If you have any plans, you might as well tell me."

Her eyes widened in disbelief, "You want to help me? He's... that princess's fiancé." She didn't make it clear, but I understood what she meant.I thought of Yangtao's disgusted face facing Head Van Went, and said, "Of course I want to kill that flower rooster."

I whistled, "Don't forget he's the kingslayer's nephew."

In the afternoon of that day, Robin and I followed Barbara to the spade brothel in Huapai Town.Luo wore a black hood and walked beside me in a trance, his mind still not in the sad story.

I said to him, "Can you feel your kind?"

He was surprised by my question, "Same kind?"

"Other undead." I said, "Is there no connection between you?"

Luo shook his head, "The undead don't have a heart, so they can't obtain the other party's information through induction. The only more reliable verification method is to see if the other party has a body temperature. The undead don't have a body temperature."

I thought of the cold touch of his skin, "Well, indeed."

We walked down the rough flagstone road to the spade brothel, which had been burned down a few years ago and built like a candy candy castle, according to Barbara.I walked around in that funny blond wig and bought Lo a bunch of colorful alphabet cookies.Barbara teased me like she was teasing her girlfriend, and I didn't bother to say anything.I haven't forgotten Luo's expression the last time he saw those pieces of rose sugar, at least it made me feel like I didn't do anything stupid.

Now revisiting the old place, although the brothel is decorated in bright pink, colorful signs hang above the white gate, like chocolate candy embedded in a cream cake.The Kingslayer has groomed the "meat" of this town, but sadly its "bone" hasn't changed.Cigarette butts that were not cleared up last night were scattered on the steps, and two coquettish female stone statues were placed beside the door, carved so lifelike that the onlookers might not know what business is being done here.

I fumbled for the bright paint on the door frame, the dry paint cracked as soon as it peeled off, and the dark gray wall bricks were hidden behind it, revealing the decadence accumulated over the years.Luo asked me innocently, "Where is this place, Lemon?"

"Ever played with girls, Rob?" I asked.Barbara chuckled.Luo Xian was stunned for a moment, and then his whole face turned red, "I didn't...I wouldn't do such a thing..."

I suddenly wanted to tease him, "Then let you have a good time today, how about it? Don't worry, as long as they charge you, they will definitely do their best to warm you up. That's much more exciting than a romance novel."

Barbara laughed even more happily, "As long as you don't take off your blindfold, I'm sure there are girls who are willing to sleep with you for free, and maybe even give you money, giggling!"

Luo obviously didn't know how to deal with this situation, so he could only turn his dazed and helpless face towards me, and gently licked his rosy and full lips.I kind of believed Barbara's words that there would be girls willing to sleep with him for some money, and I had no doubt that Law would be sucked out of the water by those "goblins" with all kinds of tricks.

At this time, Luo lowered his head and suddenly whispered, "Lymon, I just want to be touched by you..."

Satan.This sentence is really terrible.

Not long after Barbara knocked on the door, the door of the brothel opened, and a woman with dry hair and a haggard face stepped out from inside.Her clothes were disheveled, and there was still makeup on her face, so she had just rested not long ago.The woman muttered as she tied her belt, "The door is only open at night, come back later..."

She said that she was about to close the door, and I blocked the door with my hand.The woman jumped like a rabbit, as if I was going to do something to her next second, "Oh! What are you going to do!"

"Find someone," Barbara and I said in unison.She glared at me, and I waved my hand.Barbara raised her neck and said to the woman, "I'm looking for Messia, she must be here, tell her, 'Barbara needs to find her'! If she doesn't want her pretty face to touch me Slap, come out and see me quickly."

I sneered and said, "If you're not even afraid of being slapped, tell her that the 'red-haired boy' is here and let her come out."

"Are you looking for Mesia?" the woman asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

Barbara pointedly said, "Stop babbling, stupid girl! I didn't have any business with you when I was popular here."

"Okay. But I think you have to go in and see her yourself." She glanced at Barbara's appearance and turned away, as if she didn't want to argue with her, "She has syphilis, and it has been more than half a year. The doctor said that she Soon to die. She is now locked in a small room and no one wants to see her horrible face and body."

"I thought she didn't have any friends. It's just that you are here, let's see her for the last time before she dies. I don't think she can last a few days."

****

A hut that smelled of rotten and damp wood, and the dry and cracked walls leaked from the air.There was a small bed on one side of the narrow room. The bedding was yellow and hard, and no one had come to change it for a long time.Lying on the wet and cold bed was a weakly breathing woman. Her whole body was covered with festering red spots, like a map eaten by ants.This is Messia, not the charming, sinister and cunning woman in my memory. Her arms are no longer as smooth and soft as whipped cream, and her reddish-brown curly hair is no longer as bright and moist as raspberries. The beautiful eyes are two narrow slits full of grime, and the full lips are puckered like a vat of mustard.

This once stunning beauty was lying weakly on the messy bed, with no one to take care of her.Barbara stood quietly beside Messia's bed, whispering, "It's ironic, Messia."

Messia turned her head, saw Barbara's short body and ugly face, and showed a sad smile, "Who said no, Barbara. I used to laugh at you because of your... that appearance. But Look at me now, I don't even have the strength to move...Ah, Barbara, how have you been in the few years you've been away from here?"

"Okay, not too good," Barbara said. "I'm going to kill someone, Mesia. I've killed a lot of damned heartbreakers. No one dares to bully me unscrupulously. But as you can see, I still A warty-faced dwarf. The bloody red-haired kid has assembled a bunch of scumbags, double the nasties, and they call me 'fucking dwarf bitch' all the time..."

Tears welled up in Messiah's eyes.Barbara stopped talking, and after thinking for a long time, she said silently, "It's just a prelude to going to hell."

"Don't say that, you're lucky, Barbara..." Mecia smiled weakly, "No matter what happens, they're always there for you, aren't they?"

"Is there no one to see you? The old baron of the Kentbury family, the young man who likes to play and sing classical music, including the male teacher who is loyal to you..." Barbara said, reaching out to hold Macy Ya's hand full of scars.Mesia took a deep breath, and grabbed Barbara's hand as if grabbing the last straw, "It's gone... It's been gone for a long time... Barbara... There is no one... Only you... ...only you...Barbara..."

She began to cry, tears streaming down that deformed face.Barbara stood on tiptoe, wiping the tear stains on the other's cheek with her hands with difficulty and persistence, "Don't cry, Messia. Don't cry."

Mesia panted heavily, and hot tears swirled in her eyes, "During so many days of my illness, every night, the god of death would come to my dream. I cried and knelt down at its feet , tell it, dear Death, that I've had enough of being sick. I begged it to take my life, but it never said yes, so I just kept... so half-dead..."

"I...I never knew why...why, I was not allowed to die...until today, I found out...it turned out that it just wanted me to see you...let me understand that in this world... Someone..."

She spoke a lot in one breath, making her breath more and more foul.She squeezed Barbara's hand tightly, and the two hands that had slapped each other so many times were joined together.Barbara's back has been surprisingly calm, as if she is no longer the woman who is prone to hysteria and collapsed by the teasing of fate.She hugged Messia like a mother hugging her own child.I could see she was on the verge of crying, but she held it back.

Ro whispered beside me, "Lymon...Barbara and her..."

I said, "Have you ever seen two hens pecking at each other's wings in the yard?"

"Uh, I've seen it, what's the matter?"

"That's what Barbara and Messia used to be. I heard that before Barbara was cursed, Messia lived in Barbara's shadow. Then Barbara was cursed, and Messia was The prettiest women in the Spades whorehouse. They've been arguing ever since I saw them, pulling hair, tearing clothes, biting noses, and doing anything."

"Barbara...Barbara..." Barbara jumped onto the bed and leaned against Messia.The woman covered in erythema leaned on her arms, her eyes were gentle and peaceful, "Thank you for coming to see me at the end...Barbara..."

"Even if it's me you hate the most, come to meet the you I hate the most?"

Mesia smiled, and the corners of her curved mouth were fixed on her decayed cheeks like a mosaic.They just leaned together.After an unknown amount of time, Luo whispered, "Her life is over."

Barbara didn't move.I said, "Exactly, originally we were looking for a dead body, now we can..."

"No, Lemon." Barbara lowered her head, "I don't want to."

"Why?" I said, "this is a great opportunity. Now you can start, Rob. Barbara, stand up to the mirror..."

Barbara became hysterical again, "Are you a human being, Lemon Bone Spur!" She broke down and cried, holding Messia's lifeless head to her chest, "She thought I loved her... She thought I came back because I cared about her... But I did it for myself... How ironic, the one who died for her was actually me who hates her the most... Why is there no one, she used to be so... now you Let me use her corpse, how can I——!"

"Oh." I said coldly, "I'm sorry, I wouldn't feel guilty if it was me. I still remember how she treated you. Besides, this kind of promiscuous life is her choice, she just happened to be unlucky A little..."

Barbara cried, "But she's dead now! Say no more, you heartless fellow!"

I turned my head, "Okay." If death can erase the sins of life, it would be too simple. Anyway, I don't believe that I will be summoned by the damn light of heaven before I die.

"Mesia's dead soul is still in this room. Although it is very faint, I can feel it." Luo said cautiously, "Would you like me to ask her what she thinks?"

Barbara whimpered, "This... this... will she..."

Luo briefly comforted her, then stood still and communicated with the invisible and intangible ghost.I sat and watched him stand so close to the bodies of Barbara and Messia.Barbara looked at him with tears in her eyes. It was funny. A few hours ago, she looked at Luo with mockery and sarcasm, but now it was anticipation and hope.Those two stood far away from me, and they didn't even look at me, let alone take what I just said to heart.Satan, I can see those two stupid lights above my head.

I suddenly felt unhappy, and gloomy and depressed emotions swelled in my heart like a dark cloud.This undead is mine.I gritted my teeth in my heart and said to myself - he is yours.

"Ro." I said.

Luo turned his head as if waking up from a dream. I seemed to have interrupted his conversation with the ghost, but he still looked at me calmly.I pulled him onto my knees, wrapping my arms around his waist tightly.Barbara gave me a dissatisfied look, and I turned to Luo's face and began to kiss it deeply and hard, drawing the full and cold lip line with my tongue.He seemed caught off guard by my sudden enthusiasm.After he said anxiously and shyly that Messiah was still waiting for his reply, I released him sullenly and let him continue in my confining arms.

"You're a shameless pervert," Barbara scolded.I can't be bothered to talk to her.