Heartbreaker

The first time he saw the black-haired boy, the scorching afternoon sun cast gold-like light and shadows along the gaps between the sycamore leaves.

"Aren't you going to tell the truth, Douglas?"

The hunky-backed disciplinary monk stood in front of him, and the thin Douglas looked away indifferently. After eating a meal, his tanned palms were covered with blood.He knelt on the ground, his arms were tied with thick ropes, and he raised it above his head, holding a heavy hard-shell book in his burning palm.

"This is your punishment for going out without permission." The disciplinary monk said, "Your teacher said that whenever you tell the truth, you will be untied, otherwise you can stay here forever."

Douglas stared at the cracks in the bricks, his forehead was covered with hot sweat, and only the faint sound of wind blowing in his ears.A crisp bell rang, and a large group of boys in black robes poured out from the classroom of the monastery. Their smiling faces were whitened by the sun. They were all young monks.

Among them, there was only one boy who was surrounded by stars like the moon, and was full of smiles, talking and laughing with the others as he walked down the steps.He is the man of the monastery, every boy his age loves to fawn on him, even Douglas, who is indifferent, has heard the boy's name.

Wash Polu, at the age of 12, wrote a "Compendium of the Gospel", which was praised by all the priests, and was also praised by the king for this.Douglas secretly read the article on understanding, and after reading it, he had to say that Wash Polu was a rare thinker in the monastery, and he really admired him.

"Wash, what's the next step?" the boys asked eagerly.

The black-haired boy named Wash was holding a Latin book and said with a smile, "I'm going to find Mr. Baldwin to discuss the grammatical logic of some phrases and sentences... These are weak points for me, so I have to study hard. "

The other boys sighed, "Oh, you are only a teenager, and you will be favored by Bishop Baldwin. You will have a bright future!"

Wash said modestly, "Mr. Baldwin is a knowledgeable elder. I am very grateful to get his teachings. I have no other ideas..."

Douglas heard the noise and footsteps approaching, a bean-sized bead of sweat slid down his side cheek, and his palms were sticky with sweat.Those young monks looked at him and whispered, and occasionally laughed gloatingly.

"Look, that wild Mogul is being punished again."

"It seems that this time it sneaked out at night."

"That's right, you're really cheeky. I guess I sneaked out to find a girl in the village, hahaha..."

The sneering laughter of the boys was more piercing than the sun, and Douglas closed his eyes and glanced to one side.

Wash kept looking at the figure of the Mogel boy, and said, "He seems to have been exposed to the sun for a long time."

A boy broke his mouth and said, "That's what. He's a Mogol anyway, so there's no need to worry about him, Vash."

Douglas knelt from noon to evening.During the period, the disciplinary monk came again and asked him if he knew how to repent.Douglas was noncommittal, and as a result, even dinner was canceled, and he knelt until night fell, and it was dark all around, with occasional insects chirping.

He was hungry and dizzy, and the hard-bound book weighed like an ingot on his trembling arm.Just as he was holding his breath weakly, a light footstep approached slowly, and a figure covered him, saying, "Hey, hello...Douglas Hayden, right?"

Hearing the voice, Douglas lifted his head a little, and saw Wash Poru's bright smile and white teeth.The other party took out a meal cake wrapped in oil paper from his arms, and handed it to Douglas' mouth, "Here, you are hungry. I saved this specially, before others find out, eat it quickly!"

"..."

The young Mogol boy stared straight at the black-haired boy in front of him, leaving the corners of his mouth cold.The little monk Vash still grinned with a bright smile that day, and looked at him with piercing eyes, full of anticipation.

Douglas said, "Aren't you afraid of being implicated by me?"

"I'm afraid." Vash said, "but I don't want to see you like this. You've been kneeling all afternoon and you haven't had dinner yet. If you don't eat something, you will definitely pass out."

Douglas sneered, "I'm a Mogol."

Wash laughed, "I'm still a Sirian."

Douglas was at a loss for words, staring fixedly at the smiling boy, lowered his head, took a bite of the meal cake handed over, and chewed it.

"Don't worry, I still have water here." Vash opened the water bag on his waist, fed Douglas a few sips, and watched the other party's voracious eating seriously.

"Hayden." He said, "What mistake did you make? Why are you unwilling to tell the truth to the teacher?"

"I just don't want to talk," Douglas said. "When I don't want to talk, it doesn't matter if it's to a teacher, a bishop, or even a king. . . . I don't speak."

Vash smiled slightly, "You don't seem to speak much, they always say you are dumb."

"It's not that I don't talk." Douglas said indifferently, "I just don't want to talk to fools, and I don't bother to listen to them."

"..." Vash was taken aback, then smiled, "You are really arrogant."

The young Mogeer boy snorted coldly, and continued to kneel and hold the hard-shell book to be punished.The pies had been eaten, but Vash stayed on.He sat on the ground, facing Douglas, crossed his legs and rested his chin, staring at each other left and right, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, he grinned slyly, "Actually, I do the same."

"..." Douglas quietly stared at the young black-robed monk beside him—Wash Polu, the most famous monk in the monastery, and the only genius thinker he recognized from the bottom of his heart.Wash Polu was born to be a thinker.Douglas once watched him from afar, seeing him accepting countless applause and praises, calmly advancing and retreating, as if gathering all the light.

He thought he would be jealous of the other party, but when he opened his mouth, he could only sneer.Unexpectedly, when this Vash Polu approached, he felt a faint joy and excitement instead.

But still can't say a word.

"Hayden, actually I..." Wash said, "I've always wanted to make friends with you."

"..."

Douglas stared silently at the imposing and imposing Cathedral of Santa Maria in the distance, and Vash seemed tense, eagerly anticipating what he would say.

After a long time, the Mogel boy said, "Do you want to know what I did when I sneaked out at night?"

Vash asked curiously, "What did you do?"

"I was indeed looking for someone." Douglas pointed his thin face at the black-haired boy and said, "It's just that it's a dead person."

****

In the dimly lit room, the young bishop woke up from his dream, with his palms on his left chest, panting slowly.There was a bandage, blood stains all around, and red and black scabs formed from the wound.

"Wash..." He caressed his chest pierced by the undead scythe, sank into the soft and thick velvet mattress, panting hoarsely.Even if there is no fear of life, other organs are also affected by the pervasive power of the undead.

He struggled to complete the operation, and now he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

At this time, there were several knocks on the door, "Teacher, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. Emperor Eliot has sent you a letter."

The man understood rather quickly.Douglas took a sip of the strong tea beside the bed with deep eyes, and raised his voice, "Come in."

His student approached the bedroom and put the letter on the bedside table.Douglas asked, "Where's the eye in the center of the Chaos Stone?"

The student said, "It's still on the rock, teacher."

"Remove it." Douglas said, "Let Elliot go, be sure to go to the palace in person and hand over the eyes to His Majesty the Emperor."

"Ok."

The students then stepped out of the room.Douglas leaned on the pillow, unwrapped the wax seal, and unfolded the light yellow letter paper. There was only a simple sentence written on it:

"Let them fall in love."

****

It's hard to say what I saw during my coma.Because my memory was smashed into pieces by the potion, slowly floating into the air, dividing my life into independent scenes of joy or sorrow.

And the people or things on the screen, at the beginning, still maintained the appearance that I could recognize, and soon their shape changed.My false father was a maned mammoth, and my queen mother was a scrawny she-wolf.

My real father was a laurel tree with rotten roots, my elder brother was a piebald leopard baring its teeth, and my cousin Yang peach was a dull bristlegrass by the wall.

My vision twists and turns into a kaleidoscope of gorgeous and corrupt pictures, overlapping each other, extending from one corner of the world to another, inseparable.The palace of the past was a cage of thorns covered with red roses, the desolate bone marsh was the garbage and rotting water piled up with dead bodies, Huapai town was a moldy jam cake with a sandwich, and the vulture city was a steel helmet with thousands of sharp blades on the top...

Barbara is a long-necked swan with gray wings, one-eyed Ior is a black-haired wolfhound covered with bruises, Eminem with a broken arm is a snorting ox, and Lame Legger is a frog that screams with its gills...

Chichikov is a slippery loach in the pond, and Popolo is a glowing egg...

At the end of the memory, a piece of darkness grabbed my eyes, lifted me upside down, and threw me out.I was flying in mid-air, and my heavy body fell to the earth, to the unfathomable edge of hell.

A pure white cocoon stopped me, causing my body to fall limply in the softness.Its light was soft and dazzling, I raised my bloody hands to block the glare, and saw the cocoon clearly——

It's Luo.

His white body is curled up in a round cocoon, and a wide cobweb is stuck to the cocoon.A huge spider blocked the boundary of what I could see, and the eyeballs gleamed with cold blood.Each of its legs is wrapped with white spider silk, which binds the cocoon, wraps the cocoon, holds the cocoon in front of it, and hangs in front of me.

"Eliot." I looked at the giant spider behind it through the milky white cocoon, "It's you, right?"

The spider gnawed the cocoon into pieces, dropping broken pieces all over the floor.I picked up the fragments little by little and hugged them to my chest.

I continued to fall, there was no wind in my ears, it was as quiet as an ethereal void.I closed my eyes, the fragments on my chest glowed, illuminating the vast galaxy in the dome for me...

****

"Lemon Bone Spur!"

I woke up with the whip, opened my eyes, and was dazed by the wave of vision.The world creases and ripples in my eyes, like bubbling paint.

My eyes flickered, and my actions were distorted and weird.I staggered forward with my clothes in my arms, bumped my head against the door, and fell into a fetid swamp.

In front of me was a gray mule standing upright, wearing a white robe and holding a whip in one hand, screaming strangely at me.A few bloodstains were drawn out by the donkey, and I was dragged out of the room and into the corridor.

Buzzing and rumbling sounds filled the gray-black corridor, and sound waves flowed in the air, condensing into a muddy stream.I stood in front of the house door, kicked by mules, staring wearily at the stream floating overhead and the mold covering the walls.

A guy with a puppet head was pushed out of the room on the right, and another donkey was pushing him, which was very similar to the one behind me, but more docile.

"Hey, Ray, Raymond... have, have a good time, okay?"

The puppet turned its head to face me, and tapped the two wooden mouths, making the sound of sawdust in its throat.I glanced at him blankly, turned my head to the left, and saw a shiny jellyfish slowly floating out of the room on the left.

"Mr. Lemon..."

The jellyfish has a sweet voice, and there are two scary big eyes embedded in the umbrella crown, blinking shyly at me, exuding a faint pink light.I was indifferent, she waved her soft and transparent tentacles, but screamed suddenly, and was dragged away by the black donkey behind her.

"She likes you, that little girl..."

The puppet in the wheelchair clacked and laughed and said, "Don't let her down," as the donkey pushed me past me.

I feel sick.The puppet said it was a "little girl", and all I saw was a horrible pink jellyfish.

"Go." The mule pushed me. "Go outside, Lemon Bonespur, with everyone."

So I was pushed and shoved, and I went on a step-by-step basis, which was a rigid habit that I developed day by day.

It has been a month since I arrived in this moldy prison, and my left leg is covered with lesions from the last potion I took.I supported a cold boa constrictor and walked down the layers of shells.A few gray-haired mice as big as me slipped past my feet. I yelled and fell down from the snail shell, hitting my face with blood and mold.

"What happened?"

At the end of the line was the burliest donkey, directing rows of strange animal heads, and walked out the door along the ground full of scarlet minced meat. "Follow me." I was whipped by the mule, and the wound on my shoulder overflowed with black pus, which smelled pungent.

I dragged my bad leg, covered my livid arm, and stood by the door, but stopped.The mule called after him, "Get out!"

I leaned against the wall, shook my head desperately, and said hoarsely, "I...I won't go out..."

The mule whipped me again.I raised my fist and punched him in the nostril.The mule fell down, but many more mules of different colors rushed towards me, with a needle stuck in one of their hooves, and it pierced my neck.

I fell silent, rather I didn't know what to do, I just rolled my eyes dully.

The mule who tied me said with satisfaction, "This guy is difficult to control, he will need to be given a tranquilizer after a while... You can take him out now."

They dragged me out of jail.The moment I saw the world clearly, I rolled my eyes and almost fainted.

There are countless eyes embedded in the blood-red sky, with vague outlines, like thousands of arrow clusters, shooting towards me in unison.The clouds twisted the flowing forms like gagging mouths.I turned my head and saw that the moldy prison looked like a pink brain from the outside, covered with spiral folds.

The earth is a golden lava, flowing on the surface, forming dense lines.Protruding human legs drilled out of the soil, and the long hairs of the legs fluttered in the wind. From time to time, skeleton birds rested on them, poking blood spots on the human legs.

The monsters in front of me were small, like sharp barbs, with only one huge eyeball attached to their necks, their pale scalps were bare, and they grinned at me with their big mouths in front of their chests, laughing non-stop.

"Bone spur kid is being stupid again, hahaha..."

The spiked eyeballs stared at me and laughed, and the saliva-stained tongue came out of the big mouth on the chest, flicked back and forth, and spat out a circle of spit.I looked at these monsters with dazed eyes, my whole body was stiff and horrified, and I wished I could faint and stay away from this hellish horror.

"Stop making noise, be quiet."

A guy with a glowing egg on his neck approached. There were no facial features on the round eggshell, and the shadow of a small lizard was swaying inside.He seemed to have a lot of status, because when Danke opened his head, the surrounding donkeys and mules dared not make a sound.

I slumped on the ground, staring at the glowing eggshell, somehow feeling a little familiar.

Eggshell stared at me for a long time, and the little lizard crawled up and down inside his shell, sticking out its tongue.He turned away from me and let two mules trap my arms and legs.

"This time, you are the one-month experimental subjects of the 'rat cage'. The first three rows follow Dr. Wharton, the middle four rows follow Dr. Zhan Lifu, and the last three rows follow Dr. Lorenzo." Brother Eggshell announced He said, but turned his face away from us.

"As for you, Lemon Bonespur."

The eggshell walked towards me slowly, and had to look at me. There seemed to be cracks in the smooth shell.

"Your experiment is quite special." He said, "Follow me and follow the garden path to the end."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel "Dongli Jun" for the nutrient solution!

PS. Well, starting from this chapter, this mound may be a little more fresh and artistic. . .She was really shaved round by the "little reds" and lost her temper. . .