Foreword:
Think like a wise man and speak like a common man.
Dale Carnegie丨"Human Weakness"
[Part①·Nightmare]
The scent of green grass seeps out of the soil. It is the clear rain in midsummer in early August, the fields next to the farm, the bright and strong sunshine, and the unique aroma of sterilization and mite removal remaining on the sweatshirts on the clothes drying rack in the small yard.
Marley Perrault could not move at all. He stood frozen in front of the door of his former residence, his eyes wide open and his face full of disbelief.
Because he shouldn't be here -
——He should stay at the Roman Holiday Hotel in the capital city, Rowena City in Balikstan, outside the most prosperous and lively Lion Heart Stadium in District 41, on the flower-filled commercial street.
The psychedelic time and space made him a little nervous, but he couldn't help but fall into the illusion.
How long has it been since you went home? How long has it been?
Half a year or a year? One year and six months?
He couldn't remember the last time he stepped into his home, and almost forgot the details of the furnishings of his former residence. Only the livestock and fields around him were so kind - those were the only things that Marley Perrault had as he grew up. Things are worth remembering.
The days when he and his younger brother Groba went out to herd cows are still vivid in his mind. As children, this was one of the few free times the two brothers had to escape the control of their parents and let their instincts flow freely.
"elder brother."
A call woke Marley.
"Brother. Brother! Wake up! Brother!"
The old cow in the shack roared restlessly, causing the blood-sucking flies to stamp their hind hooves on the ground and beat their tail against the wooden fence.
The second call spurred Marley on, jolted him to consciousness, and allowed him to keep walking toward the house.
That's little Groba's voice! It's my brother's voice——
——Marley Perrault frowned, finally overcoming the fear in his heart, and walked towards the house in the farm.
He was struggling, and he was very resistant to this matter in his heart. Just standing outside the door, he could smell the smell of cigarette smoke on his father's body.
Accompanied by strong coughing sounds and sneezing, mucus and saliva came out, and the mucus filled with filth and bacteria emitted bursts of stench, which was often accompanied by his father's curses and harsh accusations. Mary Perrault grew up slowly. .
He remembered that the sound was getting harder and louder.
He knew that if his son grew up, his father's words would not work.
The father needed a louder voice, a more powerful whipping, and a more deadly technique to choke his throat, seize his vitality, and make him obedient.
Two men living in the same room have nothing in common except that they look alike——
——Marley Perrault and Kant Perrault are such a father and son.
"Brother! Brother Marley! Brother Marley!"
Groba's calls became more and more impatient, as if he was urging Marley.
Until Marley Perrault slowly opened the door, sunlight poured into the front hall through the crack in the door, illuminating the shoe racks and carpets, spreading all the way in, like golden soup, about to overflow into the house and wipe out all the stench. Sweep it clean.
In the restaurant, next to the white tablecloth, mother Nana was arranging the dishes on the table and looked back at her eldest son.
Conde Perrault sat leisurely in a rocking chair, holding a newspaper and chewing a cheap cigar that cost two yuan a piece. He did not light it, but just enjoyed the taste of licking the tobacco leaves.
None of them spoke. Following the source of the sound, Marley looked towards the kitchen counter, almost frightened by this sight.
The range hood made a rumbling sound when it was working. The boiling water in the large soup pot was churning, and bright red foam emerged. The oil and foam emitted an attractive aroma. A pair of swollen leaves protruded from the yellowed spice leaves of the stew in the soup pot. His arms were boiled to tenderness.
Half of the torso was left on the chopping board. The blood had been cleaned and placed together with the bloodletting steel basin.
Little Groba's head hadn't had time to remove the hair, and his face was pale, hanging by the cupboard together with his thighs.
The head's lips were cracked, its nose was bleeding, its eyes were dry, and half of its neck and mouthpiece were ulcerated, which together issued a warning to Mari Perrault.
"Brother, I'm dead!"
"Don't believe what that guy says! I've already been killed by my parents! That guy came for the hero! He came for the gunsmith!"
"Run away! Brother! Run away!"
"That guy's name is Pei."
Before he finished speaking, a thick palm pinched Little Groba's face. He stuffed his knuckles into his mouth, completely silencing all sounds.
"Groba!"
Marley Perrault woke up from the hotel bed with a start, standing upright in fright, with cold sweat covering his naked back.
The sheets and bedding were soaked with sweat, and the air was filled with a sour smell.
He held his forehead and felt a splitting headache. He was gasping for air and his heart hurt so much that it was about to burst. He was mumbling to himself as if he was stunned.
"Groba Groba. My only brother. My most important brother."
"Really? Is this true?"
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel suite, there is the bright light of Lionheart Stadium. The high-rise buildings on both sides of Lions Gate Avenue leave thousands of lights in the dark cavity. Even two layers of soundproof glass cannot block the sound of Bar Street. .
Here is a place of feasting and feasting, a place of revelry and revelry.
A beautiful piece of snow-white flesh emerged from the quilt. It was a member of the zebra-powered cheerleading team. She was only twenty-three years old. On the first day that Marley Perot came to prominence, the cheerleader climbed onto Marley's body. bed.
"What's wrong? Honey? Are you having a nightmare?" The cheerleader had a charming eye and propped up her head against the edge of the bed. She didn't take off her makeup even when she was asleep, and her eyeliner and eyeshadow had already started to shine.
In the eyes of Marley Perrault, the girl's face looked like a monster at this moment, and it was no longer as beautiful as when they first met. The gorgeous golden curls are a good place to hide dirt and evil. I have eaten a lot of dust during this tour, and now it smells like a disgusting musty smell.
Love can make Marley forget these things temporarily, can make him ignore it all and give his body to his original sexual impulse. But in the middle of the night, when he wakes up from the nightmare, he has completely changed. You must know that he was originally a different person. I have severe mysophobia.
"Get off my bed." Marley cursed in a low voice: "Shameless bitch, get out of here!"
The cheerleader's face became very ugly, and she saw the torn strips of cloth on the ground, which were all the work of Marley Perot when she was having fun with you and me - her clothes were gone, but now...
Before she could finish thinking, her mouth was already cursed.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Marley Perrault! What do you think I am? A whore who comes and goes when you recruit me?"
Boy Marley felt that he was getting hungrier and hungrier. His eyes gradually turned from dark red to bright red. He used brute force to pull down the curtains, wrapped the cheerleader into a rice dumpling, yelled and pushed him angrily, and pushed this shameless woman away. Sent out of room.
"How can I not know your virtues?!" Marley scolded before closing the door: "Everyone on the team who has some achievements will have an affair with you! In the office! In the locker room! Anywhere! You..."
He felt himself getting weaker and weaker, and finally closed the door feebly without even finishing his words.
Back in the room, in order to fight against the hunger of the blood-giving body, he had to start working immediately——
——This is a skill taught by the gunsmith teacher in the course. When our thinking is chaotic and the brain is out of control, we can control the brain through physical labor with rational logic.
He cleaned up the dirt on the floor, sent the dirty sheets to the washing machine, and lowered the air conditioner to 18 degrees. The cold air took away the hot sweat from his body. After taking a shower, he sat cross-legged in front of the window naked. I finally feel free inside.
Eye of the Storm: "I don't understand."
The monster inside him came to him again——
"——Why did you drive her away? You are obviously hungry, I can feel that hunger."
[Part②·Indirect investigation]
Marley Perrault didn't reply. He just opened his eyes and stared straight ahead blankly, looking at the bustling beauty under the night.
Eye of the Storm continued, and continued to persuade.
"Sooner or later, you will have to take the initiative to swallow human flesh. I thought this was a good opportunity."
"This bitch is a master of gangsters and nightclubs. She likes to live a life of intoxication and dreams. She can change several male partners in a month. Even if she disappears suddenly and dies on the street, few people will care."
"The privacy of our room is very good, and there is no surveillance. If you want to dine here, I think it is quite suitable - you can also enjoy her essence while watching the night view."
Marley Perrault still didn't reply. He drank too much wine at the celebration party last night and could hardly remember what happened, including the sexual intercourse with the cheerleader.
"Do you want me to help you recall it?" Storm Eye kindly reminded: "You called Yukiko's name, hugged this girl's waist, and entered the room drunkenly."
"There is a strong mental inertia that binds you, just like after you become successful, you have to take care of your poor wife - you still remember Yukiko, which is a good thing."
"After all, she is your [mother], the one who changed you."
"I was quite excited at first. I thought you would mistake this cheerleader for Yukiko and turn her into a snack for celebration."
"What a pity"
Marley Perrault spoke——
"——Is Groba dead?"
There was almost no hesitation in the eye of the storm, and his attitude of telling lies was so confident that his face did not turn red and his heart did not beat.
"What are you thinking about? This child is very healthy. I'm just counting on using him to threaten you. How can you tear off such a useful meat ticket?"
Marley Perrault then asked, "Really?"
Eye of the Storm: "Really, if you don't believe it, open your palm and look at my eyes. Look at my sincere eyes."
When Marley Perrault opened his palms and saw those big watery eyes, he felt nothing but terror.
"In the dream, Groba told me to run away quickly. My parents had already killed him!"
"My only brother has died in the hands of his parents."
"Why? I can't figure it out. Why? Why do I have such nightmares?"
"I want to see Groba."
The eye of the storm felt a little embarrassed, and then made a condition——
"——Then this business has been discussed. If you can defeat the Fairy Tale Kingdom and [accidentally kill] a certain player in the live ammunition rules, preferably a gunsmith's student, I will agree to your request."
Marley Perrault: "Why? In the beginning you just wanted me to beat them."
Eye of the Storm: "You didn't even think about meeting Little Groba at first."
Marley was speechless.
The eye of the storm strikes while the iron is hot: "And killing is not that difficult for you, right? When facing Foego Sebastian, your performance satisfied me very much. Those four bullets are your murderous intention - —They don’t lie.”
"I" Marley Perrault's words flickered and his eyes wandered: "I feel very hungry. I feel. I feel like I am out of control, I"
"Sooner or later you will have to eat human flesh." Eye of the Storm continued: "Otherwise, the holy blood in your body will get out of control, you will be completely defeated, and you will die with your eyes open. There is no need for a gunsmith to take away your head - Vita Brand can kill you. you."
With seemingly no way back, Marley Perrault escapes the clutches of her father and the clutches of her family. But just like most people who leave campus, there are still countless cages and obstacles in this difficult society. They may be companies, they may be labor dispatch, they may be various rules and contracts—— Marley encountered the most terrifying human flesh business.
In the nightmare, little Groba cried out to his brother with all his strength, warning him.
But the little angel's broken body and miserable death frightened Marley out of his mind.
People are always weak and will believe in the good side.
Pellelini's eye of the storm gave him a life that he had never dared to imagine before, giving him abundant material and a noble social status. His heart had already begun to waver—just a mouthful of human flesh could be exchanged for these things.
The boundary between good and evil gradually becomes blurred, which is also the special skill of Pellerini, the immortal.
The thoughts that induce people to fall do not need to be profound, and the words they speak do not need to be complicated -
——Just a simple collision between material and spiritual things, and a comparison of the quality of life, can corrupt a person's soul.
At this moment, the gunsmith returned to Chenguang County.
In the hot summer, he wore a hat and a mask, like a criminal, unable to see people with their true colors - if he was recognized by the local defense and the masses, it would inevitably scare away the enemy.
At a breakfast shop near Xijiao Park, he ordered two baskets of steamed dumplings and chatted familiarly with the boss.
"Some college students from the capital came here a few days ago. Brother, I want to ask you a few things."
With that said, the gunsmith handed a wad of change to the boss's hand, along with two packs of cigarettes.
The boss's face also became kinder, and after taking the cigarettes, he stopped charging.
"Sir, are you here to investigate the case? No money, no money! I will try my best to cooperate!"
The Transportation Department was able to find Marley Perot's ticket purchase records——
"——Four days ago, there were two college students from the capital. One was a Scottish guy with red hair, and the other was a Japanese girl. They came to the Western Suburbs Passenger Terminal together. Boss, do you have any impressions?"
The breakfast shop owner immediately began to think about it, trying to recall what happened a few days ago.
"Oh! There are two of them! Sir, they are going to watch the sunrise in Xijiao Park."
"Thank you."
Jiang Xueming took back the change, stood up and left immediately.
When I came to the ticket office of the park and walked along the tree-lined avenue of the park, I could feel a strange spiritual pressure from a few hundred meters away - the characteristic of a spiritual disaster.
Xueming didn't hesitate and immediately followed the clues.
When we came to the corridor again, the swing in the distance was swayed by the hot monsoon wind, and we saw a familiar figure squatting by the gravel road. That person was an old acquaintance of ours.
Jason Megan held his hands and pursed his lips, exploring the murder scene for traces.
Jiang Xueming: "You came so quickly? Even earlier than my wife?"
Jason raised his hand to indicate: "The summons bell for the boss is the biggest thing. I am relatively close to here, so I rushed over immediately."
Jiang Xueming squatted next to Jason: "Where is your waiter?"
"I came here alone." Jason explained: "They have to stay in the Culpo Gold Mine, and people need to watch the scene."
With that said, Jason reached out and pushed Jiang Xueming. The chef tilted his head and vomited on the spot.
"vomit!----"
When the lapis lazuli wolf cub, which had not yet been weaned, regained its energy, it chatted with Jiang Xueming.
"Master, how did you find this place?"
Jiang Xueming: "I followed Marley Perot's route of action."
Jason: "I watched the game and knew something was wrong with this kid. Didn't you go to his house?"
Jiang Xueming: "It's not easy to alert the enemy. If his family is already under control, it will be difficult to handle."
Jason asked in surprise: "Then how did you get the ticket records? The people from the Transportation Department know that you are checking the journey. Just think about it and you will think that something big is going to happen! What about the confidentiality work?"
"I didn't check directly." At this point, Xueming felt a little embarrassed.
Jason immediately took out his small notebook and prepared to study: "Can I check it indirectly?"
Jiang Xueming explained in detail the method of indirect ticket checking.
"You cover your face, go to the office building at the bus terminal, and go in with a gun."
Jason Meagan put away his notepad.
"Okay, I understand, no need to say anything."
