Winter is coming.
It was very cold and people wore extra layers of clothes. Those in poorer conditions wrap their collars more tightly, and they always feel that they can hold on for a while longer. But the weather waits for no one. Who knows whether this year will be the same as last year, with snow falling in advance in most places.
Zishu walking on such a street looked so special. Her clothes were still so thin and baggy, and the cold wind blew in along her collar and cuffs. It's not like she hasn't made other clothes before - not long ago, but they were also red and even the same thickness. She didn't have any more money to buy clothes with more solid materials. In fact, she didn't have any money to eat.
But just as she wasn't very cold, she wasn't very hungry either. And after all, getting food is easier and faster. Hunting, begging, stealing... they don't sound like three ways that can be compared, but she has done them all. And I did it without much shame or guilt. She only felt peaceful because she convinced herself that nothing was more important than her being alive. But sometimes she didn't know the way and would end up in the wilderness. Sometimes even the voles and birds were nowhere to be seen. At this time she could only drink water. Find streams and lakes, fill your stomach with water, and you won't feel any discomfort.
She found that she was very able to bear hunger and cold. No matter how cold the weather was, no matter how strong the wind was, she only felt her skin was refreshing and cool, and nothing else. She had a hard time understanding the people huddled on the street corners. They were wearing tattered linen shirts. There was a dirty straw mat on the ground and a tattered bowl in front of the mat. Such people used to be distributed in every corner of the town, and there seemed to be divisions of power between them. For example, stray cats and dogs showed strong malice when they invaded whose territory. But it's different now. They all come together to warm each other. There are no other resources to share anyway, right?
What Shezi Shu didn't understand, besides that, was...why they died so easily.
While she was waiting for new clothes, she stayed on this street for a few more days. There were two or three such beggars on the corner. The eyes they look at passers-by are always full of expectation, but it is not complete expectation - it is a special kind of expectation that makes passers-by feel expectant. Zi Shu thought that they were too fragile, so they needed to disguise themselves. Yes, she saw through that this vulnerability was a disguise, a deception to others and even to herself. In fact, they are in deep despair, but their survival instinct makes them have to ignite this light of hope.
Maybe sometimes this kind of thing can deceive others, and it can also deceive yourself. But this frail body still cannot be warmed by this lie, and it can never replace food. They froze to death and starved to death on the streets. On the day She Zishu left wearing new clothes, he saw their motionless, dead bodies.
How could they be so fragile?
She thought of the tailor's look. The tailor should have known that the fabric Zishu gave her did not belong to this season. She asked casually, are they made for the coming year? Zishu said no, but she didn't ask further. The streets with those beggars are not inhabited by wealthy families. Zishu also inquired about it. She couldn't afford to spend money in a store with a front door, so she came to this small place. The seamstress earns a living by this means. In addition to filling her stomach, she has little interest in anything irrelevant. Zishu just said, just do what she has on her body. She had no change of clothes, and it would be troublesome if they were dirty and torn.
That tailor is really an honest man, or maybe he doesn't have anything new. The style she made was really the same as the one on Zi Shu. But it was indeed not expensive, and Zishu didn't care. Under such a cold, gray sky, her brilliant new clothes burned people's eyes. Pedestrians are easily attracted by such gazes, and then marvel at her exquisite appearance. The final focus always falls on - she looks really cold.
She is not cold. It stands to reason that her heart is colder than her people.
This kind of coldness is not an attitude toward outsiders, but a description of herself. She sometimes felt that her attitude towards everything was too indifferent, but she had no other ideas - because she felt as if she did not belong here. She means, not of this world. Her memory disappeared. Did she choose to forget, or did her memory abandon her?
She didn't care about this anymore. But when she was alone, she started to care again.
She has also met many people, good and bad, but they are all passers-by. The one who impressed me the most was probably the strange woman holding the Demon-Sealing Blade, right? She knows a magical spell that can summon a magical eye - it is really an eye, called the Tianquan Eye. So is the water that gushes out from it the Tianquan? She didn't know, she just knew that it was magical.
Of course, she didn't get along with that woman for long. They just passed a place together, walked together for a while after that, and talked about some inexplicable things. Then, they said goodbye to each other and took different paths. She finally realized that she was always making choices - but never knew where any path would lead.
Where life comes from and where death goes may be eternal topics.
Zi Shu thought, those people lost their lives so easily, so I was lucky to be able to live safely until now. Of course her own abilities are essential. Maybe, before she lost her memory, she relied on this skill to survive alone. The reason for living alone is naturally because...there are no people in the world like Xie Zhe Hanshang looking for him. So the person who is looking for you in this way may not be there, or it may be because she is not worthy. And it's not like she hasn't had trouble with people for so long.
The most common thing is not the robbery of wealth, but the robbery of sex. She has no enemies in the world, at least not yet. So those disgusting guys are mostly motivated by sex. Of course, ordinary women in the world are helpless, but she is not ordinary. In the end, those people all fled, shouting that she was a monster.
monster? Monster?
This time, when she came to her senses, her surroundings were stained red with blood.
How could this be?
She has never been in this situation before. Was she distracted? It seemed that for a long time, she lost consciousness, but the connection was so fast that she didn't notice it. If a similar situation had happened in the past, she would definitely know about it, because Chenxing and the girls from the Ye family would definitely tell her. She didn't know what happened to her, but she knew she had killed someone.
It was a bad person who was killed, a bad person who had evil intentions against her.
She pushed her thoughts forward for a while, only to remember these three people stopping her. At that time, she had just left a village and was stopped by this group of people in the woods. Judging by their appearance and temperament, these people must be bandits from nearby. They wore leather coats and carried gaping knives. Shezi didn't need to wonder if anyone had lost their life under the knife.
However, they stopped her and said embarrassing words. She didn't notice it at all, she just felt inexplicably bored. She wanted to go her own way, but she insisted on being pestered by the three of them about "having fun together". She was not interested or in the mood and just wanted to leave.
Then, it's like this now. They must have left some last words, such as..."There are monsters", she remembered. Maybe. For a rough man who has never seen the world, the magic of breaking flowers and vines from the ground, the magic of igniting fire from the hands, and the magic of transforming a life-killing ghost out of thin air are not something ordinary people can do. However, there is always an Onmyoji who can do it, right? That means they have never seen the world.
There was blood everywhere. The empty ground was soaked in red, but it could not nourish the withered grass. There were also blood stains on the nearby trees, which looked very sticky, as if the trees were overflowing with resin in summer. Has it gone too far? Because the range of blood splatter is really too large. She also had red on her body, but it blended in with the brand new dress and was barely noticeable.
She felt her cheeks were hot. Did she finally feel warm? Stretching out his hand, his fingertips still touched a touch of red.
It turns out that this temperature does not belong to her.
Things that don't belong to her are quickly plundered.
The temperature passes quickly. The internal organs scattered on the ground, still covered in white mist at first, were like static flames and bonfires in this season. But they quickly "went out" and there was no more movement. Logically speaking, if she killed someone, she would be arrested by the Yamen soon. But they are bad people, right? Even if a person who is defined as a bad guy dies, the murderer will not seem to be brought to trial. Most of the time, they are regarded as heroes.
Forget it, never mind, that's it.
Just as she was about to leave, she vaguely felt that this endgame seemed a bit...
Somewhat unfair?
Why does she think so?
When this word appeared in her mind, she already felt strange. For no reason, she squatted down and looked at the three messy things in front of her quietly. Maybe there are more than three groups. Her fingers poked the ground, and the blood mixed with dust began to coagulate. The pieces of meat were still soft, but a little cold. But she couldn't touch them while they were alive.
They wanted to rob something from themselves, so it would be fairer if she took something away from them.
life? No, that was just her way of protecting herself, not to mention she didn't know why she acted so viciously. But since you want to do bad things, you should have the awareness to bear the consequences, even if it means losing your life, right? She asked and answered herself. So it's not really fair, she has to take more.
what else? What else is worth it?
She clearly felt that the air at this moment was so sweet.
Zishu thought about it carefully and realized that he had not eaten for a long time. Feeling hungry at this time, although a little ridiculous, is normal. She wanted to eat something soft, hot, and fresh.
The screams of those people and more suddenly fell into her ears.
monster?
She vaguely felt that she had really made something wrong for such a long time. She knew how to use chopsticks, but she didn’t know how often people should eat. She just followed others to do so. She knew how to put on clothes, but she didn’t know whether people did it for protection, cold protection or beauty. She just watched everyone do it. .
It turns out she knew nothing.
It turns out that she is also a blind follower.
However, humans should have done cannibalism... right?
Have done it.
She stared at the mess on the ground, her eyes seemed to be kidnapped by a shapeless body, and her feet seemed to be imprisoned by solidified blood.
"What are you hesitating about?"
In a daze, she heard someone say this.
