What is the so-called exception?
It is a tiny bug in a piece of code, a wrong sentence in a composition; it is a shifted color when painting, it is some life, some phenomena, some gods, and a kind of dust.
——Urban legends, ancient myths, oral stories, monsters, twisted gods, and malicious laws.
They are not seen by ordinary people and can be attributed to abnormalities.
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In a small alley next to the city center, a huge tomato, as tall as a person, fell at the end of the alley. A trash can lid was deeply embedded in its head. It was not clear whether it was blood or a thick red liquid of ketchup in the cracks of the floor tiles. spread.
If you ignore that the lower body of this tomato is a spider's arthropods and there are dense eyes on the outer skin, then this scene looks quite artistic.
As for the young man sitting aside, he is not that artistic. He is currently covering his waist, where a huge black beetle-like limb is inserted, and blood is flowing out from it.
This limb clearly came from the giant dead tomato.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck!"
Saying dirty words can enhance your tolerance for pain. A young man named Wei Ezhu (same pronunciation as: Ezhu) did not expect that this funny-looking tomato would be much more powerful than all the "things" he had encountered in the past. .
This miscalculation led to fatal consequences, and the black amputation embedded in his waist was a painful price.
Wei Curcuma tried to pull it out with his hands, but the sharp spikes on it made it impossible for him to hold the amputated limb. He could only rummage painfully through his backpack and found a towel and a roll of bandages.
He quickly wrapped the amputated leg tightly with a towel, thought for a moment, and then bit the bandage in his mouth.
The surrounding voices have returned, and with the death of the tomato-like thing behind him, the assimilation of not being noticed has been lifted.
He could hear the hustle and bustle of life outside the alley, and the sound of footsteps on the steel stairs was heard diagonally in front of him. Wei Zeshu raised his head and looked at the source of the sound alertly, but only saw a backlit side face, which seemed to be Is it a girl...?
The backlit figure was wearing a uniform from the same school as her, with short shoulder-length hair. Her face could not be seen clearly under the backlight, but the red ribbon on her collar was so bright and impressive that it was impressive.
This figure just disappeared for a fleeting moment, and Wei Zeshu couldn't confirm whether it was an illusion, let alone whether she noticed herself deep in the alley.
Wei Curcuma's senses became a little confused under the severe pain. He knew that he could not hide in this alley for too long. He had to deal with the wound as soon as possible. Even if his physical fitness was far superior to ordinary people, a large amount of blood loss would still be fatal. of.
Why not go to the police or the hospital? The answer is simple, no one can see that kind of thing, and no one will believe it if he calls the police, and... he is poor.
Wei Zeshu grew up in an orphanage and was able to see "things" that were not seen by ordinary people. They had different expressions. Most of them had no desire to actively attack people, but a few were extremely dangerous.
Ever since he was a child, he had been able to see those things, those obviously existing, twisted and cunning things, all hidden under the surface of normality.
Those whose existence principle is unclear, whose purpose is unclear, whose meaning of existence is unclear, whose consequences are unclear, and completely incomprehensible, are simply like "normal" that mocks reality, independent and existing "abnormality".
Wei Zeshu has been trying to find similar people who can see the same things, or understand their principles, but unfortunately, reality is not fiction, and no one will believe the "nonsense" of a child in an orphanage.
He lived alone for eighteen years like this. While facing life, he also had to face these "things".
Even the tuition fees depended on government subsidies and his own scholarship. He struggled to get to high school. He could not attract any police investigation, nor could he afford hospital expenses.
The eighteen-year-old was only allowed to continue living in the dormitory because he was "approaching the college entrance examination." If any problems occurred, he was destined to face homelessness a few weeks before the college entrance examination.
"That's too bad...I'm planning to take the 985 exam to get a full scholarship..."
After Wei Curcuma recovered from the pain, his eyes became very calm. While thinking this, he bit the bandage tightly in his mouth. He firmly held the towel wrapped around the joints with both hands and exerted force outwards. .
"Uhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"
The severe pain was beyond the limit of human endurance. The amputated limb had barbs, and the horrific flesh and blood was torn out by such brutal force. He dropped the limb on the ground without making any sound.
From a medical point of view, this is simply a suicidal behavior, but Wei Curcuma knew that he had to pull it out with such brute force. If he did not complete it in one breath, he would lose the strength to exert force for the second time due to pain and blood loss, which would completely destroy him. All previous efforts were wasted.
...Fortunately, he was biting the bandage and didn't make too much noise.
The excessive pain made his vision suddenly go black, and his muscles spasmed as if he had been electrocuted.
After a few seconds, Wei Curcuma recovered from the excessive pain and dizziness. He took off the bandage roll in his mouth with his hands and gasped for air.
Although there were still some visual residues like snowflakes in front of his eyes, he had regained his senses and bit the hem of his short sleeves with his mouth to expose the horrific wound on his waist.
He didn't take a closer look, and didn't dare to take a closer look at the horrific wound. He hurriedly covered the wound with the bandage in his hand, and quickly wrapped it around his waist seven or eight times. He barely managed to deal with the horrific blood hole, but There was still blood seeping out from the seven or eight layers of white bandages.
This situation did not faze Wei Curcuma, so he continued to rummage in his schoolbag and found a large roll of transparent tape used by express companies.
With the sound of the tape being torn off, Wei Curcuma continued to wrap it seven or eight times in the same manner. Such a rough technique made his wound look terrible, like a courier carton that had been opened and thrown into the trash can. But for him this was enough, it was enough that no blood would leak out.
Wei Curcuma let out a long breath, and then he had enough energy to wipe the dense cold sweat on his head. There were many wounds on his hands and arms, but fortunately they were not serious.
He put down the hem of the short-sleeved shirt. It was a discount item he bought at a street stall. It was size xxL. It was completely too loose on him, but at the moment, the loose hem was just enough to cover the bandage tape on his waist.
"There are real benefits to buying clothes in larger sizes. Not only can they be worn from childhood to adulthood, but they can also be used in this way."
Even in such a tragic situation, Wei Curcuma still had time to joke with himself. If he didn't have such a big heart, he probably wouldn't have been able to survive the previous eighteen years.
He swayed against the wall, put on his school uniform, and covered the wound on his arm with long sleeves. Just this movement made his face paler, and he could feel the big hole in his waist leaking. Liquid, but the liquid was roughly blocked by transparent glue.
He held on to the wall, calmed down for a while, and looked up at the blue sky in this alley. Although most of his field of vision was occupied by high-rise buildings, the blue sky seemed even more refreshing and longing for people.
He yearns for that kind of blue sky, but at this moment, he may need to stick to the alley for a while longer...
Behind him lay the body of the monster, with tomato juice flowing thickly under the lid of the trash can. Further forward was the amputated limb stained with his own blood, which was thrown aside. Finally, there was a pale boy holding up the wall. Looking up at the blue sky.
This is the entire eighteen-year life of Wei Curcuma.
His parents died unexpectedly and he was raised in an orphanage. He was the only one who could see the abnormalities that were not seen by others. He endured the darkness and loneliness of being alone in the depths of the sea, fought against it, fought against loneliness, and "disguised himself as ordinary people". No different."
This is his life, it may be a little bad, but this is his life.
The world is always like this, isn't it? It's so boring, with only three colors: black, white and gray. It lacks color for some reason or some kind of loneliness.
Schopenhauer once said, "Humanity is like a pendulum, swinging back and forth between boredom and pain."
But there are always some people who can surpass this swing and smash the entire clock to pieces.
"Don't let yourself regret it..."
Wei Zeshu murmured to himself. This sentence was a sentence he had remembered since childhood. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was his life creed. This sentence supported all his actions, including these stupid and courageous acts of justice.
The wall that Wei Curcuma walked through left clear finger marks, which he left unconsciously under the pain. The strength of his fingers alone was able to leave clearly visible finger marks on the solid cement wall.
The horror of his physical power may be far greater than he even imagined.
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After trying his best, Wei Curcuma finally got on Route 37, which had only a few people on it.
This bus is the route he takes every day from the orphanage to the high school.
Wei Zeshu swiped his student card unsteadily, moved as fast as he could to the back row of the bus and sat down by the window.
Such an action exhausted the little energy he had left. He held his schoolbag in front of him and placed it on his knees. He leaned his back against the angle formed by the window and the seat, huddled in the corner like a wounded beast.
The bus slowly started to move, and Wei Curcuma leaned in the corner with an expressionless face, enduring the pain in his body, and looked out the window.
The bustling urban scenery flowed in his eyes as the bus moved.
A dragonfly with a mouse head flew past the temporarily stopped bus.
On the street in the distance, a strange street light sign with eyeballs and as tall as two people sprouted legs. As if no one could see it, it was calmly waiting for the green light at the intersection.
——If there is a kind of monster that no one can see except you, and you are destined to be alone and helpless, what will you do when you witness that they are about to attack?
Run away, or turn a blind eye? Or seek help that is unlikely to exist?
Wei Curcuma's choice is very simple, so simple that anyone can do it - stretch out your right hand, retract the palm in order starting from the little thumb, then the ring finger, the middle finger, the index finger, and finally clasp the second finger of the index finger and the middle finger with the thumb. Section.
If you do this, then you have completed the "clenched fist", the deepest and most primitive attack preparation imprinted in human genes.
For all this, Wei Curcuma's conclusion is to beat them. If they still exist, then beat them until they dare not appear.
He looked at the scenery outside the window in silence, thinking about various things and distracting himself.
His mind is very useful. Even if most of his energy is spent on disguising himself and surviving in the orphanage, the remaining energy is enough for him to get a full scholarship every year. The textbook knowledge is very important to him. It only takes a glance to figure it out.
If the protagonist of the novel has a golden finger, what is my golden finger? Can these eyes see abnormalities? Superhuman strength? Or is it my head?
Wei Zeshu remembered this for no reason, but he suddenly smiled dumbly. How could the protagonist's golden finger put him in danger? Nowadays, the simple and crude "System, start up!", "I am reborn, in this life...", "You can get it by signing in...", the worst is "xxx starting from xxx".
"I'm not destined to be the protagonist, but I'm not an ordinary person either."
Wei Zeshu didn't know yet that his troubled and gloomy life would soon be completely broken by an unimaginable accident.
"Your face looks so bad, do you want some candy?"
A crisp female voice suddenly came from Wei Zeshu's side. He turned around and saw a high school student who could definitely be called a beautiful girl suddenly sat in the back row, just face to face with him, and was looking at him with his head tilted. Her big eyes are like those of a cat, full of curiosity.
I don't know if it was because of an illusion, or because the red ribbon on the white shirt under her school uniform jacket was too conspicuous, Wei Zeshu seemed to be able to see the ruby-like fire in her eyes, and there was a faint beauty in her black eyes. Come red.
She was wearing the same school uniform as herself, so she should be her schoolmate. Presumably, on Route 37 in the morning, only students from her school and retired grandparents would take the bus.
"Or maybe some painkillers? I also brought ibuprofen."
She lowered her head and started rummaging through her red canvas schoolbag. Her beautiful short black shoulder-length hair swayed slightly, and the tips of her hair were full of the beautiful atmosphere of youth.
Wei Curcuma waved his hand and declined her kindness. His situation could not be solved by a few tablets of ibuprofen. The latter would make him drowsy, and it was hard to say what would happen if he fell asleep.
"All right."
She was minding her own business and threw a red candy into her mouth. It must be peach flavored. How much she likes the color red...Wei Curcuma wanted to complain, but she really didn't have the energy, so she could only watch with an expressionless face. Looking out the window, leaning weakly in the corner.
The sun shone between the two of them, and the shadows cast by the telephone poles on the roadside were like rolling film, repeating themselves endlessly. The girl, whose black eyes were filled with red light, held her chin, looked at Wei Curcuma attentively, and suddenly laughed.
"You are really strange."
She didn't wait for Wei Zeshu to answer. She stood up and patted her school uniform. She carried the red canvas schoolbag on her back. It was so light that it didn't look like there were many books in it.
"I'll get off the car first, classmate, bye~"
It turned out that before I knew it, Route 37 had arrived at the terminal. This somewhat magical short-haired girl happily waved her hands and easily jumped out of the back door of the bus. Her red canvas bag was like a little tail. In the morning rising and falling in the sunshine.
Wei Curcuma covered his waist and abdomen with one hand and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
"Classmate, this is the second period... You are as late as me..."
