I?
kill? !
For a moment, Tommy couldn't tell whether what he heard was the sound of the fume duct fan or the buzzing in his own ears. He only felt as if there was a speeding train in his mind, roaring and crashing into him.
At most, he has only done a little petty theft: such as secretly grabbing a handful of peanuts from a street vendor and stuffing them into his pocket; stepping on the coins that others accidentally dropped on the ground; and making up some flattering lies to trick people into buying him. newspaper and that kind of thing.
He knew that he was not a good boy, but killing a living person with whom he had no enmity or enmity?
This is really not something he can do.
"I……"
Little Tommy took the slender, sharp butchering knife and took a few steps forward in a numb mind. The closer he got to the young man, the heavier he felt as if his legs were filled with lead, as if the young man in front of him was emitting some kind of light that was blocking his progress.
If I don't kill him, I will die.
Tommy took another step forward. Compared to his cheeks that were numb from the wind and frost, the young man's skin was smooth and fair, and his bright brown hair seemed to have been well maintained and even waxed.
Why do you have to pity him, Tommy? he said to himself.
He lived a life you never dreamed of - a warm bedroom, a comfortable bed, fluffy feather pillows, and maybe not a drunk dad who got drunk and took it out on him.
Yes, there's no need to pity him. It's better to pity yourself first, Tommy.
Even if you save him, will he appreciate it? No, he will continue to live a comfortable life with peace of mind, and maybe he will secretly laugh at how stupid you are.
What's more, I couldn't even save him. Tommy desperately realized the reality. Whether he took the knife or not, the young man in front of him would die.
If I don't kill him, I will die... he warned himself repeatedly.
There is no need to take another life. Tommy took another step.
The young man's mouth was blocked by the apple and he could only whimper. He was backing up on his knees, trying to avoid Tommy's knife tip, until he was blocked by the wall behind him and had no way to retreat.
"You need to cut his throat, kid. Any hesitation or hesitation will only aggravate his pain. Stay calm and focused. This has nothing to do with personal grudges. You are just completing your work." The master said sternly and patiently.
Is there any other way? Tommy's mind was racing with thoughts. What would Ed do if he were here?
Ed is a smart man. He may pretend to obey his master's request, create chaos unexpectedly, and then find an opportunity to escape.
What about Miss Catalina? She will definitely refuse her master's request righteously, and she will keep her honor and dignity even if she fights to the death.
He wanted to have a flexible and calm mind like Mr. Edgar, or a brave and persevering heart like Miss Catalina. People like them are destined to have an extraordinary life——
But he is just an ordinary person. No miracles, no magic, no destiny, just fear.
"I...I can't do it." Tommy burst into tears.
"Don't worry, fear is a reasonable reaction. When I was your age, I skinned my own brother alive with my own hands. I was trembling with fear at that time."
The master stood behind Tommy, holding his hair, cheeks, and chin with six generous palms, forcing him to look at the "ingredients" in front of him that were also full of fear with tearful eyes:
"But you can't keep giving in to fear. Don't be afraid to cross that false line, because one day, when you look at the past, you will find that it was just some small twists and turns in life."
"...I guess you have always had a question in your mind, why do I treat you so well? Because you are special, Tommy, you are destined to be different. I found in you the same potential as mine, deep in the soul We are so similar."
"So I am willing to train you, teach you, guide you, and inherit my cooking skills. One day, maybe you may even surpass me and open up your own path. Get to know like-minded people, preach, learn from others, and solve doubts. This is A purposeless life is its own reward.”
The master's voice was earnest and thoughtful, as if he was being taught by an elder. The life of selling newspapers on the street made Tommy more or less able to hear the truth and lies. He knew that the master was not lying to him.
Am I... special?
Can someone like me also become an extraordinary person?
He felt a ball of light flickering in front of his eyes, like someone who had been locked in a dark room for many years and suddenly saw a beam of sunlight coming from the collapsed roof - dazzling, dazzling, and ready to move.
"Just do it, just like chopping an onion. It doesn't matter if you chop it well or not, the important thing is that you have to take the first step."
If I don't kill him, I will die.
If I kill him, will I... be different?
This is the only chance to change your destiny. Tommy finally took the final step.
As long as he becomes an Extraordinary, he will definitely be able to earn a lot of money and rent a decent house - or even buy it directly? Then the mother and younger siblings can all move in.
If my father dares to come over and pester me, I will use my newfound strength to teach him a lesson so that he will never dare to touch even a drop of alcohol again in his life.
And all it takes is one innocent life... or a few more.
The young man's face gradually enlarged in Tommy's eyes, and he even saw his own reflection in those trembling black holes——
It was a trembling little boy with a knife in his hand. His nose was as red as a strawberry, his face was covered with ugly freckles, and he had an exaggeratedly large mouth that was half-open like a puppet, exposing his gaping teeth.
Is this me...am I such an ugly person?
He suddenly felt a sense of inferiority and shame. He knew he didn't look good, and once he even asked his mother if he would look better if he changed into a newer and better set of clothes.
"The beauty of a person does not lie in appearance, but comes from the soul. Even ordinary and unpretentious people will shine like the greatest heroes." His mother answered him this way.
Would she be proud of me? Or will you sigh?
I……
after all……
