Heartbreaker

Clement walked along the small town in the dark to the riverside. The heavy weight on his back made him feel at ease. Some wet liquid seeped out of the bag, and there was a fishy smell that excited him.

The closer to the edge of this nameless town, the rows of dilapidated low houses seem to be abandoned and deserted.The walls corroded by the wind and sand are like pale faces, and the dark windows are like eye holes that have had their eyeballs removed.This reminded him of a skull that had been gnawed clean by bugs, and his eyes could no longer reflect the world, so it would make sense to bring the fear of the abyss to everyone.

The Leaping Frog River ran through the nameless town like a long and narrow cloth belt, graciously containing the town's garbage, feces and other filth.The corners of the stone bridge were severely damaged, and often peeling debris fell into the water.But the townspeople didn't care about it, as if only stones would fall instead of people.Standing by the river was a bronze statue of a three-man-tall frog, its uneven surface also corroded by the town's filth.It is said that the previous mayor ordered people to build it in order to please his young daughter. Because of the money owed to the laborers, the whole family was killed in the riot.

What an amazing "town with no name".

He squatted by the river, smelling the stench of corruption gushing out of the water, he grinned, and said to the river, "It stinks like this and I have to let it out, I like your tenacity, buddy .”

Lymon untied the sack, stretched his arm in and took out a small sack, which contained a pile of blood-stained clothes.He changed into tight underwear, put on a black cloak, and wore a black wig stolen from other women's rooms, and painted white|powder and soot on his face against a broken lens.

After finishing, he gave a gloomy laugh, clicked his hard joints, and threw the bag containing the other body parts into the river with a "plop".

He let out a sigh of relief, "Very good. Destroy the corpse."

Guack, quack.

The boy turned his head to the side and found a toad squatting by the river looking at him, his eyes were wide open and his cheeks shrank like balloons.He untied the long package hidden under the cloak, took out the blunt bone-chopping knife from inside, pointed at the toad, shook the tip of the knife, and grinned, "Little thing, you discovered my secret."

Toad cooed louder, sprang two flexible legs and jumped out. "Oh, run, run!" Lemon laughed until his shoulders trembled, holding a knife and chasing after the toad that could jump very high.There was a muffled puff, and the creature let out a scream, and the two slender bent legs were cut off in unison, and the toad fell to the ground, its forelimbs still crawling forward stiffly.

"Thank you for helping me test the knife, little frog." He squatted down lovingly and poked Toad's head, "Remember not to run away from now on. The more you want to run, the more I want to catch you."

"Hey, kid!"

Lymon quickly hid the blunt knife under the cloak, turned his head, and used the hood to cover his pale, over-powdered face.The other two mole ghosts huddled their bodies and came over like ghosts, saying, "What are you hanging around here? The boss has an order, and it's time to go back and get the task."

"Thanks for the reminder, man," he said with a grin, and followed the two of them sneakily away from Leapfrog.

****

The kid is gone.

Barbara sat on the window sill, looking at the old and dilapidated streetscape, and started smoking one cigarette after another.The night she last saw Lymon Spur, she went into the kitchen to find a pool of blood dripping from the chopping board on which the bone was being chopped.Recalling the sack that the other party was carrying, she tidied up the blood in fear, and did not sleep for several days in a row. When she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with images of the boy tearing up the mole ghost.

After all, she had no idea where that boy named Lemon Bone Spur came from.Even the authenticity of the name is unknown.

"Damn it!" She cursed, stubbed out the cigarette butt, took out the accumulated coins from the cabinet, and pulled out a fruit knife from the pillow, and slipped out of the brothel.

"This is a secret of our organization and cannot be disclosed, not even by you, Barbara."

There is a small brick building hidden between the mezzanine of the two tall buildings, the small brown-red door is open, dim light shines through the dark red curtain, and the four big characters of "beautiful baby" are written on the gaudy signboard.A little mole boy with a pale complexion was leaning against the counter, grinning his crooked teeth, patiently teasing a flea in a glass bottle.

Barbara jumped onto a bench and threw a few gold coins over, "Oh, I'm not interested in your deal. As I said, I just want to get to know your... core people."

The little mole ghost glanced at her, and hurriedly pocketed the money, "It was okay in the past, but now that you are like this, our boss won't want to see you."

"Bah! When I was in glory, you thieves couldn't even touch my heels. You brats would play tricks on me. It's really a big forgetfulness. Back then, you were beaten for stealing bread. Don’t you remember the half-dead thing?”

When the little Mole Ghost heard this, he said angrily, "Damn it, you've been talking about this for five years! I've paid off your debt long ago."

"Damn you. I saved your life, and you'll never pay it back."

"Alright then." The little mole ghost put the bottle containing the fleas back into his cloak and said, "What do you want to know?"

Barbara frowned, "Has anything happened in 'Mole' recently?"

The little mole ghostly said, "What else can happen? Our boss changed a few days ago. Every day there are people who don't know how to fight to fight the current boss. Li said it was difficult, but it was not easy.”

"As long as you can kill."

****

Lemon shouted, "Happy Death Day, brother! Blessings in the future!"

There were several clashing sounds of blades, and with a thud, a broken head fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and blood splashed a red ribbon on the wall.He took a deep breath of the rusty air, and let out a soft sigh comfortably out of his throat.

"Ugh..."

The neck is the thinnest and most fragile part of the human body. It is not such a unique advantage to split the chest, waist or hip bones with a horizontal knife.The red-haired boy giggled, holding the knife in one hand, grabbing the bloody head with the other, and brought the face with a stiff smile in front of the trembling mole ghosts.

"Don't be afraid, boys, look at him still smiling at you!"

Those mole ghosts screamed in unison, like a group of skeleton ghosts covering their faces and shouting.Lemon raised his eyebrows, feeling more and more that this small town has passed on this hooligan gang.The headquarters is like a stinky gutter, not to mention, the tasks received from the client are not difficult, but it is disgusting.He once saw a client offer a high price to [] a newborn baby girl, and this group of frenzied mole ghosts scrambled around to snatch the power of attorney.

It's no pity to kill this gang of scum, since I'm also a scum anyway. "Our old brother needs a few companions to go on the road together, and I leave it to you, friends."

Clement bared his ferocious teeth, and was about to swing his knife at the three mole ghosts huddled in the corner, when they suddenly wailed, "Boss!"

With the sound of chaotic footsteps, Clement put the knife on his shoulder, turned his head, and saw a group of black crow-like mole ghosts walking forward, surrounded by a tall and sinister hunchbacked man.The man had a shriveled bronze face, his eyes were like two sharp iron nails, and his pockmarked bald head was full of scars and holes, like a piece of iron eaten away by termites.There is a lip nail hooked on his thick lips, his facial features are tangled together, and the ground trembles every time he takes a step.

The tall man stared straight at the boy, his voice was like a rough whetstone, "13 years old?"

Lymon said, "It doesn't affect your bald head."

The man laughed a few times, and the thick muscles on his shoulders bulged like mountains, "Want to be the leader?"

"Otherwise I don't think you would have given me the 'Mole'."

The man chuckled a few times contemptuously, like the dull thunder in the sky, "Protect your little head with a knife, chicken boy."

Lemon raised the knife and returned a real grin, "You will regret it."

Suddenly, both hands reached out to the red-haired boy like a falcon catching a rabbit!Clement dodged sideways, and the blade barely blocked the man's fist.The fists formed by those big palms were like two plumb weights, and they hit the side edge of the blunt knife with a thud, pushing against the blunt blade and even the boy behind took a few steps back.

Clement got away from the man's fist, brandished his knife and laughed wildly, "Fuck|you|damn, you're a good sneak attacker!"

"Hit! Hit! Hit!"

"I bet our boss's going to beat that redhead into a strawberry jam!"

"That kid's knife is quite powerful, why not sharpen it?"

Seeing the two fighting, the mole ghosts who were frightened before suddenly boiled up!Usually, if there is no client, a bloody fight is the best way to adjust leisure time.Therefore, it is not surprising for them to see fights within the organization. Since the winner has the power to command the "mole", the rats in this underground stinking ditch have not had a long-term rat leader.

"Woo!" The burly man roared like a beast, and the figure that jumped at the boy was like a human bomb with lightning.After resisting it for a while, hot sweat dripped from Lemon's forehead. His current physical strength is not enough for him to control this heavy blunt knife with ease, but the strength of the bald man in front of him is indeed frighteningly strong.

Like a bear, no, a troll.

—You are a piece of shit from now on, Lemon Sol.

A word echoed in his mind abruptly, and the silver-white figure and blond hair flashed past.Clement's eyes went dark, and suddenly his surroundings spun. He was picked up by the man and slammed into a solid wall!

"Aw————————"

The monster-like man roared loudly, like a beast that had shed its human skin.Lymon felt blood trickle from his cracked forehead and into his lips.The rotten water-like smell stimulated his nerves like poison|medicine, and his head hurt like it was about to explode in an instant. Lei Meng blinked his blood-smeared eyes, and grinned ferociously at the corner of his blood-red mouth. laugh.

This level is far worse than the teeth of the evil dragon.

He hummed in the wind that could tear people apart, "The teeth of the dragon chewed me..."

In the next second, Clement thrust the knife into the man's roaring mouth, and directly pierced the wriggling throat with his sharp nails!

The man's body convulsed violently for a moment, and he threw the boy off abruptly, clutching his throat and yelling.

"So say..."

The red-haired boy grinned sullenly, his shoulders twitching.He flicked away the bloody saliva between his fingers, widened his blood-red eyes, and licked the blood on the blade, "No amount of useless attack is useless."

In an instant, the tall man was split in half from the middle.The monster-like body split apart like a puppet, and the two halves of the body were squeezed and fell down, blood gurgling from the gap into a small puddle.

"I've said it before." Lemon propped up his bruised body, walked forward slowly, and poked half of the man's head with the tip of the knife, "You will regret it."

— My soul is already rotten to the bone.more than all, anyone...

The mole ghost who was cheering enthusiastically at the side just now was terrified by this scene and couldn't move.Clement stroked the blunt knife with his hand, his whole body was splashed with dark red blood.The blood stains melted into the white powder on his face, making him look like a funny circus clown.

But no one dared to laugh at this time, only Clement stroking the blunt knife like a lover and laughing non-stop, "You are too sharp, baby."

He took a few steps forward, and several mole ghosts screamed, and were covered by others, trembling convulsively.Clement took out a relatively complete section of intestines from the man's stomach, grabbed the nearest mole ghost with a blue face, put the wet, sticky and warm intestines on the man's neck, and said softly, "Now'mole ghost Do you count me as the leader of the Rat?"

The mole ghost, who was strangled by his intestines, rolled his eyes and fainted from fright.Clement clicked his tongue, let go, and impatiently stepped on the chest of another screaming mole ghost, "Tell me, am I your leader?"

"of course not."

Lymon turned around with his eyes open, and caught sight of the black shadow in the shadows, like some kind of giant burrowing insect.The shadow said with a hoarse and evil laugh, "It's really useless to count how big a storm a 13-year-old kid can make."

The red-haired boy wiped the blood from his face, and walked forward with a smile, "I really hope you can tell me..."

"The cold treetops condense your tears..."

Clement paused, and heard the quiet voice continue, "The holes in the goat's skull indicate the hunter's footprints hidden under the snow..."

"Scarlet wine drips from the shattered ice diamonds..."

"Hello." The red-haired boy called out with a half-smile.The figure turned a deaf ear to it, and read, "Everything is flowing, and at this moment, it has fallen into a blank silence..."

A chill suddenly rose from his body. Clement turned his stiff arm, and found that the blood stained on his skin suddenly condensed into clusters of hard ice, covering it like hard scales.They quickly dissipated into cold and illusory white air, penetrated into every pore of the boy, and filled the whole body like cement.

"Uh...uh..."

Lymon fell to the ground, gasping for breath with his eyes wide open. The chill penetrated into his body like thousands of icy steel nails stuck in the crevices of his bones.The man came out from the shadows, with an ugly smile on his shriveled orange-like face, "Is it cold? Are you afraid? Compared with the dragon's mouth, is it more uncomfortable, little prince? I will give it to you." Do you still like your meeting ceremony?"

****

"Why are you here again, Barbara?"

In the "Beautiful Baby" shop, Barbara peeled an orange, stared at the little mole ghost, "I come whenever I like, if you dare to drive me away, I will strangle your neck."

"If you want to hear something important from me." The little mole ghost glanced left and right, motioning for Barbara to come closer, "There really happened a few days ago. Our leader has changed."

Barbara stopped peeling the orange, "Who was it?"

"An old guy I've never seen before," said the little Mole Ghost. "The face is just like the orange in your hand."

She frowned and said, "Tell me more in detail."

The little mole ghost glanced at her helplessly, then subconsciously glanced at a certain black thing on the shelf, and whispered, "The one who challenged our leader at the beginning was a red-haired kid...about my age. It turned out that the leader was split in two, and my mole brothers were terrified to see that terrible red-haired devil about to become our leader. At this time..."

The little mole ghost leaned over to Barbara and said a few words in Barbara's ear. The woman let out a scream and grabbed the other party's collar and shook it violently, "Where is he?! Take me to see him quickly! Quick!"

"I've been taking that medicine for several days, that kid must have turned into a fool, Barbara."

The woman shouted angrily, "Take me to see him!"

The little mole ghost sullenly said, "What the hell are you calling? I wouldn't do that. If something happens, it's unlucky..."

Before he finished speaking, Barbara kicked down a row of shelves furiously, flipped the switch, and the door covered by the wall slowly opened.

The little Mole Ghost was dumbfounded, "Fuck, how do you know—"

Barbara gave him a fierce look, "Come on, you poor rascals think your tricks are so clever. Take me down quickly, if you don't see that red-haired kid, I'll take you to dinner today!"

The author has something to say: It's rare to have another post on vacation. .ah. .A memory killing was dragged on by me for so many chapters QAQ the next chapter is over. .

(I can't help but want to open a new map every day)