In fact, that past was so dark that it was difficult to associate it with being interesting.
The room darkened.
Qianki Yoshitatsu looked at Kawakami Tsumugi, who was slumped on the sofa, deeply immersed in the shadows. His whole body was in the shadows, and so harmonious that he seemed to be one body, so that the gray-haired young man himself did not look like a living thing.
Only then did he realize that the lights in the room were not on, but the curtains were open. Therefore, we have been relying on natural lighting.
Maybe there were clouds, which happened to cover the sun.
It is undeniable that Qian Mu Liangchen's thoughts slipped into the sticky darkness with this sudden darkness.
He began to tell.
"When I was nine years old, my parents disappeared. They had joined the police earlier. They were supposed to be on confidential tasks. This was very common. I knew they would be back in ten days and a half.
Of course, I was wrong that time.
Before leaving, they entrusted me to a senior. That senior was also very busy, so I was the only one at home. "
Qianmu Liangchen picked up the glass of sugar water again and took a sip. He found that the overwhelming sweetness suppressed the sticky haze in his memory.
He is actually very tolerant of loneliness.
Parents' work is too dangerous, and at the same time it is closely related to secrets. During his childhood, Qianki Liangchen's life was almost isolated from his peers. When they ran around together, Qianmu Liangchen was always at home alone, reading books, or playing with the pistols used by his parents.
There were no bullets, but he was already comfortable disassembling the gun by that time.
At school, he also asked for leave every now and then, using the excuse that he was weak and sick. Despite this, Qian Mu Liangchen was still a good boy with excellent academic performance. The teacher will send the homework assigned by the school directly to him.
Every time, Qian Muliangchen will complete it seriously.
"That time I left in a hurry and left my school homework at home. It was daytime, there were many people on the street and it was safe, so I went back by myself.
At first I planned to wait, but my parents still hadn't come back after ten days, far beyond the agreed date. I was worried that there would be too much unfinished homework to finish. "
Hearing this, Kawakami couldn't help but draw a strange graffiti in his notebook.
So this guy left the protection of the police and was caught by the human smuggling organization just to complete his homework?
To complete your homework?
Gee, that’s too anti-human. Sure enough, King Juan’s characteristics are innate.
"I could smell something burning from a distance, the wind was strong, and it smelled like rust. I didn't realize at the time that the smell was blood. I could see smoke, the smoke produced by something burning."
But the smoke was very light and disappeared in the leaden sky. There was haze at that time and the air was not very good.
The young Qianmu Liangchen stopped in his tracks. His family lived in a remote area, with a single house and no neighbors.
So where does the burnt smell come from? He was a little confused, as if there were ants crawling across his spine, and there was a slight shivering.
Qian Muliangchen decided to listen to his instinctive warning.
“At that time I turned around and ran, but before I could leave, I saw a car stopped on the side of the road and someone rolled down the window.
They should have used something like an anesthetic needle.
Then I was taken away. "
"You met me later?" Kawakami asked.
To be honest, Chiaki Yoshitatsu's description was boring, but Kawakami Tsumugi could imagine the general situation.
Cover your face and pull the person away as soon as the car stops. The simpler the crime method, the easier it is to detect and the more durable it is.
In fact, after hearing the beginning, Kawakami could roughly guess the ending. In other words, this story is a bad street routine.
Surprisingly, the bad routines in the story still happen frequently in reality.
"That's right." Qian Mu Liangchen said, "You saved me."
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Qian Mu Liangchen always remembers it. Even after a long time, the memory is blurred and the details are distorted, but the physical feeling is like yesterday. It's like being burned by fire, even if it's only once, you will remember that feeling for the rest of your life.
The small room, the iron cage, the damp musty smell mixed with the smell of urine, the crying, the scolding, the body being numb and rusty from being curled up for a long time, and hunger.
Those people don't want to leave scars on them. The troublemakers will be pricked with very small needles, which is very painful. It is not visible on the outside, but it hurts when touched.
Pain, combined with fasting, wears away a person's will to resist.
Qianmu Liangchen only tried once. He picked the lock and tried to climb out of the window to escape, but was caught before he could get out.
"Eternal God Emperor"
He woke up faster than anyone else, just like when his peers were still crying when their building blocks were knocked down, he had already tried to assemble a pistol.
After that he was completely honest. Useless struggle, resistance and crying will only waste your strength in vain.
Within three days, all the crying children who wanted to escape were quieted down.
Qian Muliangchen discovered that there was something wrong with the food they ate. The food would make people drowsy and weak. He began to fast silently, or would only eat a very small portion and give the rest to others.
This was never discovered because there was never enough food and all the children were trying to eat it.
There was nothing I could do about the water, so Qianmu Liangchen only drank a little bit at a time.
Hunger turned his stomach and began to slowly, silently gnaw at his insides. Qian Mu Liangchen endured this self-eroding hunger.
But he was always awake.
On the fourth day, Qian Mu Liangchen changed cells.
"High-end goods." He listened to those people indifferently pronounce their verdict on him.
After taking a shower before changing cells, Qian Muliang was very obedient and allowed those people to wash him like a kitten or puppy. The towel rubbing against the skin that had been blasted by the needles was like torture.
Then he put on a piece of clothing that was so gorgeous that it was almost exaggerated. After all, the products had to be carefully decorated before being put on the shelves.
Qian Mu Liangchen was locked in another room. There was nothing in this room, but it was bright and clean. There was a mirror on one wall. He recognized it as a double-sided mirror.
Unexpectedly, there was another person in the room.
The child should be a little girl.
It looked like he was only six or seven years old. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, reading a fairy tale book. She raised her head when she noticed his movement.
The child was wearing a dark blue skirt with complicated patterns and a hat of the same color with a gauze edge.
He is very white and thin, his lips are bloodless, and his eyes are pure black, big and round, without highlights.
She is very pretty.
But it was lifeless and eerie, similar to a ghost doll in a horror movie or a dead person crawling out of a cemetery.
It took a long time for Qianki Liangchen to find the word that could properly describe her: inhuman.
"Hello." The child greeted him naturally, "I also have a book here. Do you want to read it together?"
When he spoke, it was a boy's voice.
Qian Mu Liangchen was startled. He did not answer and looked at the double-sided glass cautiously.
Will anyone be observing? What should he do?
"Are you shy?" the boy asked again.
Qian Muliangchen glanced at the glass again, walked over and sat next to the boy.
The boy handed him the book.
"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Kawakami Tsumugi." The boy smiled. Surprisingly, the smile was very gentle, and it instantly diluted the ghostly aura around him.
"How long has it been since you've eaten? I have some candy here."
Kawakami opened his hands, and there were two candies lying quietly in his palms. Qian Muyangchen didn't pick them up.
"No, thank you," he replied.
"Fear can distort people, and even turn them into ghosts, helping others to do evil." Kawakami tilted his head, with a sense of innocence in his expression.
"In the defective area, you will see those children who are driven by fear and hunger to be hostile to each other, report, expose... Well, you didn't see it? Then it should be that we haven't reached that stage yet. It will happen in a few days."
In the defective area, Qian Mu Liangchen caught a word and felt cold all over his body.
The child in front of him so naturally compared people to commodities, and also compared himself to commodities, with a bit of complacency in his tone of "high-end goods".
"So let's eat some sweets." Kawakami said.
His tone was light, but full of threat. Kawakami Tsumugi peeled off the candy and handed it to Qian Mu Liangchen's mouth.
His head leaned over slightly.
Perhaps because he was too nervous before, Qianmu Liangchen now discovered that the other party's hair was a strange light gray, and it seemed to be natural.
"I'll get you out. There's someone watching behind the mirror. There's no poison in the candy."
Kawakamiji said softly,
"And, open the book."
Qian Mu Liangchen didn't know what the child meant, but he still ate the candy.
Lemony, very sweet.
"Very good, big brother~" Kawakami took his hand back with satisfaction, "How about we read a book together?"
It wasn't really that good, but Qian Muyangchen still opened the picture book obediently.
Then his movements paused.
There is a piece of utility knife tucked inside the picture book.
