Lingering in the night, the long-lasting bloody smell made people sick, and the thick red slowly flowed into the sewer along the rain path on the street.

Under the dim yellow street light, a girl wearing a pure-color kimono stood there quietly, the blood droplets on her cheeks were held on her fingertips by her slender fingers. She gently opened her mouth and licked the blood on her fingertips with her tongue...

"Ah……"

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"Yin Temple!" Zhaomu put down the orange and looked at the distracted black-haired boy reproachfully, "Ah!" The boy was startled, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes but it was immediately covered up by an embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry!" The boy scratched his head,

It seemed very unnatural. Akaki picked up the oranges on the table again. There were already many perfectly peeled and symmetrical orange peels in front of him. Those orange peels that bloomed like flowers made Yinsi slightly absent-minded.

Zhaomu continued the topic just now. He glanced at Yinsi and said solemnly, "No matter what, it is too cruel to kill people with that kind of fantasy. Although I have experienced many cases, it is not that I have never met a perverted killer. But.

Dismembering the body and arranging it into a "swastika" makes me feel so weird!" Yinsi didn't answer, he just smiled bitterly. As an uncle, he was still the same as before, and he liked to use this kind of thing as the topic of conversation. From then on,

Yinsi, who was indoctrinated into a similar scenario when he was very young, is now immune, but still feels a little uncomfortable.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Yinsi's mother poked her head out of the kitchen and asked with a smile, "Of course I'll trouble you!" Zhaomu hurriedly replied, and Yinsi's mother smiled and nodded before returning to the kitchen.

went.

Yinsi, who was a little distracted beside Zhaomu, asked incredulously, "Uncle, don't you need to go to investigate the case overnight?"

Akira lighted a cigarette, then looked at Yinsi and said with a smile, "For such a case, we can only wait until it happens next time without clues, but we still hope that this perverted murderer will not commit crimes again."

good!"

Yinsi was startled when he heard this, and the second half of what he wanted to refute was blocked by the second half. Dinner was extremely quiet and warm. Although Yinsi tried his best to avoid it, he still couldn't help but think about that figure...

"Yinji-kun?" A girl with a gentle face who never spoke and who seemed to be separated from the world by all boundaries stood in front of Yinji. Yinji, who was still sleepy, picked up his glasses but was startled.

"Yinsi-kun?" Looking closely, it turned out that it was not her, but another person in charge of duty. The girl stood in front of Yinsi at a loss. Her shyness made Yinsi a little strange, but after looking at it,

After the tables and chairs had been placed, he hurriedly stood up and said apologetically, "I'm sorry!"

The girl didn't say anything else. She quietly moved the table and chairs and started cleaning quietly. She mopped the ground to remove the light dust, and at the same time wiped away a trace of fear in Yinsi's heart. Maybe she was just too tired, Yinsi was a little self-deprecating.

Pat your forehead...

On the way home, I recalled the phone call I had just made with my sister, the international long-distance call from Antarctica. The only thing that Yinsi could find unique about this routine greeting was that it was in the same public phone booth every time.

, not at home.

Because since my sister went to London inexplicably, the family seems not to like having Yinsi talk to her on the phone at home. As if to restrict some kind of ideological indoctrination, the idea that my sister will turn her brother into an extremist fanatic has always been

This is Yinsi's only reason to explain this weirdness.

Wearing a white kimono, her somewhat frail and lonely back was slowly elongated under the setting sun. Yoshiji walked through the intersection and turned around hurriedly, but she was already gone.

"Over there? It seems to be the residence of the Qingshui family? He is indeed a guy like the young master..." A voice suddenly came to Yinsi's ears, which made Yinsi jump. He jumped away in horror as if he had been electrocuted.

step.

"Hey! Long time no see, Yin Si!" The blond young man stood there with a feeling that made you want to beat him up. There was an evil smile on the slightly raised corner of his mouth, "Lan Chi? Is it really you?

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The guy Yinsi calls Lan Chi is the younger brother of a well-known local gangster leader, but no one has ever been disgusted with him, because he is such a guy who can obviously cause trouble everywhere, but he went to jail for talking back to his brother, and in order to save his brother.

The dying brother had one of his kidneys cut off. Two teenagers were playing together in the setting sun. The girl who had walked away slowly walked into the bamboo forest, and the dark tones gradually disappeared her back.

…

The silent train brought up the hustle and bustle of midnight, the roaring wind disturbed the tranquility on the shore, the darkness on the cobblestones showed a bright red appearance under the flashing light, the lonely back came quietly again, and left quietly

…

Although Lan Chi came back, Yinsi couldn't stay with him to finish the meal, because for some reason, Yinsi's family never recognized his childhood playmate. However, it rained heavily after the evening and left him.

Zhao Mu was lying on the kotatsu and seemed to be asleep, but also seemed to be awake, because Yin Si, who was sitting watching the news to pass the time, never saw the lock between Zhao Mu's eyebrows.

Open.

At midnight, Yinsi woke up due to an emergency. He sat up in confusion, but was frightened by the man with a dead gray face sitting in front of him and screamed. "Shh!" Zhaomu hurriedly covered Yinsi.

The mouth made him quiet down, and he saw clearly that this person was sitting on him like a dead body.

The guy in front of him was Akihou, and Yinsi opened his hand angrily, "What are you doing?"

Zhaomu let go but did not answer immediately. He looked at the rain outside the window and said, "Another one died..." As he spoke, a bolt of lightning flashed at an inappropriate time. Yinsi looked at Zhaomu in confusion, "What?"

Zhaomu looked at Yinsi with a gloomy look and repeated, "Another one died!"

This time Yinsi heard it clearly, but what followed was an inexplicable uneasiness. Zhaomu lit a cigarette for himself, and Yinsi sat quietly. For some reason, he thought of her again...

Qingshui Huan, the same age as Yin Temple, the daughter of a large family, is usually taciturn, but her appearance is naturally too perfect.

Her long hair, as gorgeous as black satin, was cut short with scissors as if it was troublesome. The length was just enough to cover her ears. This hairstyle suited her so well that many students often mistook her gender, including No. 1

I once saw the phantom Yin Temple.

From the first meeting, Indera seemed to be possessed. He sat in the corner by the window all day long, quietly looking at Gen, the only girl wearing only a kimono. It seemed that the two of them had not spoken to each other for a long time.

After He Xin left.

But the uneasiness gave Yinsi the urge to say something to Huan.

At lunch time, it was again the monotonous fried noodles bread and canned milk. While Yinji was buying these things, other students opened the lunch boxes they had brought in the morning.

Yinsi was stunned for a moment. He thought about it, stuffed another 500 coins, and bought a can of coffee.

On the rooftop, there were not only Huan sitting quietly by the fence, but also some couples quietly chatting and laughing in the corner, enjoying lunch.

"Yo" Yinsi said hello abruptly and sat down next to Huan. Huan just glanced at Yinsi in slight surprise but did not respond.

"Have you heard about the recent murderer?" As soon as he opened his mouth, Yinsi realized that he had taken the wrong topic. How could he talk to a girl about such a strange topic so straightforwardly? After calling himself an idiot, Yinsi

Just as he was about to change his words, Huan unexpectedly said "yes" and nodded lightly.

Yinsi opened his mouth in embarrassment. After watching Huan's reaction for a while, he leaned weakly on the fence of the rooftop. He picked up the coffee and handed it to Huan.

"Thank you." Huan shook her head and didn't answer. She looked at Yinsi and hesitated to speak. It seemed that she was more concerned about the topic just now than the coffee.

"It has become extremely unsafe recently!" Yin Si put down his coffee and said, "Do you think that is a murderer?" 3a Reading Network

Huan didn't answer the call.

"I heard that the body was dismembered and then arranged into shapes. It seemed to be trying to express something, but no matter what, it was a bit too much!" Yinsi felt that his tone was becoming more and more like Akira, but he could not avoid it.

Get used to this way of speaking.

"Pure killing has no meaning," Huan suddenly said. She raised her head, "If it is just killing people, or looking for the feeling of killing, how can that kind of thing be called killing? It is just instinct, so the statement of a murderer is exaggerated.

Come on!" Huan's tone was calm but there was a trace of unquestionable indifference.

Yinsi stared at Huan in confusion, suddenly feeling a little scared, because Huan seemed to be just talking to himself from beginning to end.

Huan stood up and asked, "Is there anything else?" Yinsi shook his head blankly, and then watched this increasingly unfamiliar girl walking gracefully down the rooftop...

I was still alone on the way home. Yin Si seemed to have been alone a long time ago, even though Huan had stood beside me before. When I opened the door, I didn't see the pair of large leather shoes that were always stained with mud. As expected, in front of the kotatsu

There was no sign of Akira either. Yin Si turned on the TV.

"According to police reports, this is the fourth killing this month..." Same thing again.

Yoshi frowned and turned off the TV.

Lying down, Huan's words still echoed in his ears, "Pure killing has no meaning..."

"It's just instinct... Instinct..." Yinsi looked at his hands, and the newly formed scars on his fingers from the wounds left by peeling the apple yesterday showed a bright red color that suddenly made Yinsi feel nauseous, because he suddenly remembered that time...

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"You hide here, no matter what happens outside, don't look at it!" Lan Chi pulled the scrap newspaper on the trash can to cover Yinsi's body. Yinsi, who was still very young at the time, nodded in fear, hugged his knees,

Close your eyes tightly. But you can't avoid the yells and provocations in your ears, followed by the noisy sounds of fighting, scolding, cursing, broken bones, and... the sound of people falling. Suddenly, a huge noise startled the man hiding in the garbage.

Behind the barrel, Yinsi stared in horror. A man fell in front of him. The man's eyes were wide open. There was an obvious pit on his bald head. Blood...blood...

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"Pfft! Yinsi! Yinsi!" Yinsi, who was bound by the nightmare, woke up suddenly. He looked behind him and saw a blond young man lying outside the window sill and smiling at him. "Let's go out and play!" Yinsi was a little scared.

After looking around to make sure his parents were not there, he opened the floor-to-ceiling window and walked to the window sill. Lanchi lay on the balcony and smiled, "Let's go out and play!" Yinsi hesitated for a moment, but nodded, then climbed over the balcony and jumped out of the wall.

Standing by the wall was not only Lan Chi, who had a gentle face, but also a tall woman with aqua-blue eyes. Lan Chi looked at Yin Si in a daze and proudly held the woman's waist; "This is Martha, I brought it back from Moscow.

of!"

Yinsi knew about Lan Chi's pursuit. For a best friend like this who sacrificed almost everything for his brother, Yinsi could still accept some fraternity.

The night is relative to the world without lights and moonlight. In the noisy underground dance hall, there is no distinction between day and night. There are only people who have exhausted their energy, but there are no souls who have fallen asleep on time. Yinsi knows that he cannot drink, so although

Lan Chi kept asking him to drink some, but Yinsi refused because he cherished the feeling of being with friends more than the entertainment that came purely from physical feelings.

I don’t know how long it took, but when Yin Si helped Lan Chi, who was as limp as a clay sculpture, to walk out of the ballroom, the night sky outside had become completely silent. In the dark alleys, apart from the vomiting drunkards, there were only disturbed wild cats.

…

Yinsi smiled bitterly and looked at the time on his phone. Everyone in his family must have been asleep... Yinsi, who had never had any illusions about whether his family would worry about his accident, had no psychological burden at all. Martha was also a little drunk.

But she could barely stand. She helped Lan Chi get into the taxi with great effort, smiled at Yinsi and closed the door.

Watching his friend go away, Yinsi's heart suddenly fell into an inexplicable void. He did not call for a taxi, which was too luxurious for a middle school student. He strolled on the way home until a figure suddenly stopped in the distance.
To be continued...