The night has ended, and the sun is rising.
The dim underground headquarters of Night Blade Killer is better called a prison than a room, behind a solid iron door.
The hard chains made a clear sound of "clack". At the end of the chains were shackles and handcuffs. The cold metal seemed to melt into the body, tightly restraining a pale-faced, strange-looking child.
The child who got up from the bed had a somewhat flat nose, a mole on the corner of his eye, long and narrow eyebrows, and protruding cheekbones due to malnutrition. Overall, he was pretty, but the lack of sunlight all year round made the child's skin abnormally pale. .
At the other end, a bald woman wearing a tendon and leather dog leash still vaguely retains her elegant appearance in the past. She is disheveled and casually exposes her private parts. She is lying on a clean and tidy bed like a dog, covering her head innocently. Asleep under quilt.
Unlike the woman who cannot sleep without being chained, the boy is deliberately imprisoned by his uncle.
As early as a few hours ago, the boy had woken up. From the moment he opened his eyes, he had been looking at the woman in the distance expressionlessly. For several hours, the boy's amblyopic eyes had not shifted, and the index finger of his right hand had not moved. Beating on the iron chain very regularly, beating with the heart.
He spent countless dawns like this, and he could even remember the time when he was breastfed by that dog-like woman.
It wasn't until three years ago, when he was four years old, that he was completely weaned. His uncle prohibited him from having contact with women, so that the boy who could no longer receive his mother's love was depressed for a long time. Fortunately, he got used to it later.
For him, breastfeeding has long transcended the meaning of necessary nutrition for survival. It is more like the only connection with a woman and the umbilical cord that can never be cut off.
That dog-like woman, the woman who couldn't speak, was his mother.
'Da~da~da~'
The boy's fingers suddenly stopped, and his dull and empty eyes moved away from the woman for the first time, staring at the iron door.
Five seconds later, footsteps were heard outside the iron door. Three seconds later, the sound of a lock turning was heard from the iron door. One second later, a smiling man with unhealable cracks on both sides of his mouth walked into the 'room'.
As always, the action track is as strict as the law.
This is his uncle, Hector.
The boy raised his head, stared at the smiling face getting closer and closer, and slowly put down the two plates of exquisite food in his hands, white bread with butter, a small glass of milk, and two delicious pieces of beef. Dry.
One plate was placed in front of him, and the other was placed by the man on the woman's bedside. While eating the food on the plate, the boy slowly poured milk into his mouth while continuing to stare at the man.
The man sat by the bed, and the weird smile on his face gradually faded. He kissed the woman's forehead lovingly, gently arranged the messy clothes for the woman, and carefully took off the dog leash hanging on the wall. hook, and finally touched the woman's head.
The woman opened her hazy eyes and was in a daze for a while before she fixed her gaze on the man, with joy on her face.
"Woof! Woof woof!"
The woman made a cheerful sound, and slowly circled the man several times under the leadership of the dog leash. Her agile movements did not hit anything.
"Good sister, be good, brother will take you to breakfast."
Placing the woman on his lap, the man carefully picked up the bread and tore it open strand by strand, feeding it into the woman's mouth. He also helped the woman drink milk and eat beef jerky, and finally helped the woman wipe her mouth clean, and then After re-arranging the woman's messed up clothes and shaking the kettle that could release water with a single pull, the man's expression became softer.
Drink a lot of water.
The clothes and bedsheets were just changed yesterday morning and have not been stained all day, so there is no need to clean them again today.
It seems that my sister was very obedient yesterday.
"Go to sleep, good sister, my brother is taking his nephew on a long trip."
"Woof! Woof!"
The woman refused to fall asleep, so she took the initiative to crawl towards the boy, took off half of her top, and made an instinctive gesture of breastfeeding.
The boy licked his lips, his throat felt dry instinctively, but he didn't dare to do anything.
The man's brows frowned, and then he became more determined in his thoughts.
After forcibly carrying the woman back and straightening her shirt, the expressionless man spoke in a more serious tone.
"sleep."
Sure enough, hearing the change in the man's tone, the woman became a little more frightened and glanced at the boy reluctantly. The woman obediently crawled back onto the bed. Her deformed bones had already adapted to the arched sleeping position, and the man who was numb with heartache did not stop. Correct again.
Allowing his sister to live more comfortably for the rest of his life was the only happiness he could keep before he breathed except serving his master...except that when it came to that bastard, he would never spoil his sister.
After soothing his sister to sleep, the man's eyes instantly became indifferent and he looked at the boy who was staring at him. The man's mouth grinned and returned to his usual weird smile. He grabbed a few small pills condensed by Yuezi Bai from his pocket. Throw it into your mouth and chew it greedily, your body trembling slightly with excitement.
"Sako, uncle has taught you everything. Today you show uncle what you have learned."
"Okay, uncle."
"If you can pass the test, you can meet the master. Don't forget the etiquette I taught you."
"Master...I understand, uncle."
For this title that was destined to become the master of his own destiny, Saco had countless fantasies in countless days and nights, but he did not expect that the day to meet his master would be today.
Will he be as scary a man as his uncle?
With more expectations and questions, Sacco was freed from the shackles of the chains by his uncle Hector.
"Straighten your waist and straighten your legs! When did I allow you to walk with your back hunched and your legs open!?"
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Under the scolding, Shaco had to force his twisted body under the chains to return to its normal shape, even if the bones rubbed together, it was really painful.
"Let's go, use all your skills and let me know that I have no time to waste on a waste."
The man didn't say what the consequences would be if he didn't pass, but Sacco understood.
That means that he will never see his mother again, and a man is not willing to kill his sister...
Taking the magic steel flying knife handed over by his uncle, Shaco moved his bones a few times, squinted his eyes to adapt to the brighter light, and followed to the training ground.
Within ten meters, he was very familiar with throwing the knife in his hand into the throat of a human-shaped target. The reason why it was ten meters was because he could not see anything clearly beyond ten meters.
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The sky had not completely turned bright yet. Before heading to the Blood Amber Orphanage, Lester saw Hector who approached him, and a 1.3-meter-three-meter-long boy wearing a black robe following the man.
The man was still a little surprised by this scene.
"Master, this is the child born to my sister... The child, his name is Sacco, and I have trained him to be a qualified killer... Sacco, this is your master, the master's name is 'Lester' ', you must serve the master all your life and remember this name with your soul."
The boy's knees sank, he knelt down on the ground, and knocked his head hard, making a muffled sound on the stone bricks with a strange tone.
"Master Leicester, please accept Sako's loyalty!"
Blood stains were reflected on the stone bricks, as if he had tasted Sacco's pain. Hector, who had already suppressed his smile, almost grinned again. The man bit his tongue and tightened it quickly in the smell of blood to prevent himself from doing anything in front of his master. Discourteous gesture.
In his entire life, he would never smile in front of his sister and master, because his smile had become cruel to others. chaptere
