Chapter 115 Chapter 115 Did it, yeah.

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Yamamoto Takeshi brought the sushi and also took a pair of chopsticks.

He watched the young man eat quietly with his eyes lowered.

Well, he uses chopsticks very authentically, he must be Asian.

Where is he from? Why is he being pursued? And why does he call himself a murderer?

Is he really a murderer?

Yamamoto Takeshi sat on a chair, looking at the young man sitting on the ground with his head lowered.

The long black wig hanging down, the pale profile, and the drooping eyelashes made him look like a doll that had not been treated with care.

Yes, he has the aura of someone who has been hurt by others. It is hard to explain, but it makes people unable to let go.

Although he looks very young, he seems to have a lot of unknown past.

Yamamoto Takeshi asked curiously, "Who is chasing you?"

Mo Shiyu raised his eyelids and shook his head gently, "It's a secret."

A secret? Yamamoto Takeshi looked nonchalant, as if being chased and forced to climb on someone's window in the middle of the night wasn't a big deal to him.

Very interesting.

Mo Shiyu slowly stroked the wig that made his scalp itchy.

The wig was also a low-level pollutant, which he had plucked from a plastic mannequin.

Wearing a wig will gradually turn a person into a doll. After purification, its effect changes to making the wearer itchy and allergic, but the symptoms will gradually subside after removal.

Its only advantage is that it is very similar to the color of Mo Shiyu's previous hair, both of which are very thick and pure black. Mo Shiyu really likes it, but it always sticks up everywhere, making it difficult to take care of. No matter how you comb it, it doesn't look good, which adds a cheap feeling.

It is such a thing that is neither tasty nor worth throwing away. If you sell it in a store, customers will definitely return it within 7 days without giving any reason, so I can only keep it for my own use.

Yamamoto Takeshi looked at him and thought for a while, then suddenly realized, "Could it be that the murderer is chasing you?"

"...No." Mo Shiyu put down his hand, smiled slightly and shook his head, "The murderer is dead."

"Huh?" How did you know?

Yamamoto Takeshi didn't ask any further.

After a while, he smiled with interest.

"It's really interesting."

"Is this the reaction?" Mo Shiyu asked with his head tilted.

Yamamoto shook his head briskly. "I know. It's a game, just like the mafia games I played."

The kind of game where people occasionally die.

The wind outside the window blew even harder, banging against the window.

Mo Shiyu silently thought that the Vongola family was awesome.

"It seems that you already know the truth..." He put down his chopsticks, stood up and moved closer.

"Someone wants to put me in jail." Mo Shiyu put a lock of hair back and whispered in his ear, "If anyone comes to ask, please don't tell anyone about me."

He gently placed something in the boy's hand.

"Here's the meal money. Goodbye."

Yamamoto Takeshi tilted his head, watching him open the window and flip out, but he didn't stop him. Instead, he waved his hand and said, "Okay, don't worry, I get it."

Natural? Mo Shiyu thought. No, this is definitely a natural black.

Watching the young man's figure disappear behind the window, Yamamoto Takeshi lowered his head and looked at the thing in his hand.

It was an Akita dog pendant, made of resin, with a pair of dark, moist eyes staring at him silently.

****

After a while, there was a knock on the window.

Yamamoto Takeshi was stunned for a moment, threw aside the homework book that he couldn't even solve a single question, picked up a baseball bat, and pushed open the window.

A bandaged hand reached in and grabbed the window.

"Excuse me..." A dry voice, as if the throat was injured, sounded, "Did anyone come here just now?"

The black-haired boy blinked, looking at the newcomer and his horror movie-like appearance, and said calmly, "I don't know. This is a sushi restaurant, and there are customers coming here all the time."

Xiao Mo pressed his face against the cold window, his lips curled up behind the bandages, his smile was like a ghost, and his tone was cold and sweet, "I said, come to your room."

He searched the room with his eyes and whispered, "It smells good."

Yamamoto Takeshi looked at the crazy eyes behind the white bandage and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm the warden."

"Are you arresting anyone?"

"Um."

"Can I ask what crime he committed?" asked Takeshi Yamamoto.

Xiao Mo pressed his face against the glass and stared at him intently. "He did nothing wrong, but he himself would attract the darkest sins, so he was wrong."

"No, that's not right." Yamamoto Takeshi frowned and looked at him with a serious look, "How can you say that?"

"If that's all, he's done nothing wrong."

"Haha, hahaha..." Xiao Mo's eyes were trembling, but the corners of his mouth were still curved, "Good boy, so good."

Xiao Mo looked around the room, slowly loosened his hand against the window, and took a step back. "I don't hate you, so I won't kill you."

"Goodbye, young man."

****

Mo Shiyu had just returned to the alley outside the shop. Before he could say anything, a figure grabbed his wrists and pressed him against the wall. "Xiaoyu..."

Xiao Mo buried his head, kissed his neck, and breathed in his scent.

"I'm itchy, help me..."

The hand on his waist moved up inch by inch until it touched the back of his neck, rubbing it as if worried about how fragile it was.

Mo Shiyu's wrists were pulled up to his head, leaving him no room to dodge. He could only tilt his head with difficulty. His lips were covered with a thin layer of water, slightly swollen from the other party's clumsy biting. "Xiao Mo, be good..."

He tried to rub against him, kissing his hair again and again to soothe him amid his choked breaths.

He had no idea how big of a reaction this action of treating the other person as the most precious being in the world would cause.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here." Mo Shiyu gently comforted him.

"I'm not afraid." Xiao Mo's movements were extremely crazy, but his tone was weak, like a dodder that depended on him for survival.

"As long as you are here, I am not afraid of anything."

The two of them huddled together in front of the house. After a long time, Mo Shiyu tentatively moved his hands. Feeling no resistance, he slowly embraced the other person and said, "Xiao Mo, come back with me."

Xiao Mo leaned against his neck and shook his head, saying hoarsely, "...You know what? After I died, I wandered around in the same place for a long time."

"I saw my body cut into many small pieces, pale bones, bright red internal organs, and an intact head. They closed my eyes, but my hair continued to grow."

"It slowly grew longer and then turned into a smoky gray."

"After a few days, they changed their minds. Instead of selling me, they became obsessed with fighting over my body."

"My body has never decayed. Every inch of it is beautiful. From bones to flesh, it has gradually become polluted, carrying my resentment and despair."

"I discovered that my head was moving. It seduced them and put them all into an oven that didn't fit their bodies. I heard the sound of their internal organs being squeezed out. Their bodies were roasted and melted, and their blood and flesh merged together, flowing down the cracks in the oven."

"That's just the beginning."

"My body has been divided into as many pieces as it has been transformed into pollutants."

"They killed a lot of innocent people."

"I could only float in the air and watch, one monster after another called 'me' being killed by other people with special abilities. I went from numbness to another numbness."

"Gradually, I rose higher and higher, crossed the Atlantic Ocean, and arrived at my doorstep."

Xiao Mo looked at Mo Shiyu, his eyelashes wet and his body wrapped in bandages.

"..." Mo Shiyu's throat seemed to be blocked by a sour and astringent lump. He opened his mouth and asked in a dry and trembling voice, "Are you home?"

Xiao Mo shook his head.

A deserted neighborhood.

No matter how hard you stomp your feet, you won't be able to turn on the sensor light in the stairwell.

He went from walking to running, running faster and faster. When he reached the door of his home, he heard his mother crying inside, but saw a monster hiding in the crack of the door.

The monster's face was distorted and creepy, but there was a gorgeous color oozing from its bones.

"Do you want to come in?"

It asked him, somewhat confusedly, "Do you really want to come in?"

"You won't regret it?"

...It was that dream. Mo Shiyu's eyes widened silently.

It turned out that he had dreamed of Xiao Mo so early.

"I didn't go in." Xiao Mo looked down at himself. "Only my head is intact. I thought I would scare her."

His head passed through cities, across oceans, across countless countries, and finally stopped in the crack of the door of his home.

It didn't choose to go in.

——Pollution and resentment faded from its hideous, bulging eyeballs, and it stopped at the place closest to home, waiting for true sleep to come.

"I thought this was the end."

Xiao Mo gently stroked the side of Mo Shiyu's face, his eyes filled with a twisted mixture of pity and destruction. "Later, Xiaoyu, I came into your spirit, and you gave birth to me once again."

"In countless parallel worlds, you and I are two opposite singularities. One leads to life, the other to death."

Xiao Mo's pain comes from the Nest Mother and from himself, but it is clearly not his fault.

"I love you so much, you are mine, accept me..." Xiao Mo kissed him with tears in her eyes, "Only I can love you."

Everyone else deserves to die.

Extreme, aggressive, cruel, and abnormal.

Xiao Mo became a stranger to himself, but the only thing that remained the same was that his tears were still burning hot.

"..." Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes in a trance. He reached out his hand, held his face, and rubbed it intimately. "Okay."

He opened the door of the shop behind him with a creak, and closed it as he stepped back. The red lantern at the door cast a faint light.

Next to the bed, clothes fell at the feet, piled up layer by layer, and two pairs of slender legs overlapped, covered with a layer of ivory halo.

The mutton-fat-like skin was scratched to reveal layers of bright red.

His back, covered with sweat, was as tense as an overstretched rubber band.

For a moment, Mo Shiyu felt that their hearts were vibrating at the same frequency, as if they were so close that they had become one.

****

Sunlight streamed into the room through the thin curtains, casting a few swaying spots of light on the floor.

Mo Shiyu woke up for half an hour and sat on the bed thinking about life.

Good, he crossed the line.

Mo Shiyu glanced at Xiao Mo who was buried in the quilt beside him. His eyelashes were lightly wrapped, and the loose bandages on his face made him look more fragile.

His eyes softened and he sighed softly.

Mo Shiyu knew that his physique made it difficult for him to face other people's love normally like others.

When interacting with anyone, you can't avoid his physique.

Except himself.

Therefore, Mo Shiyu always finds it difficult to maintain a close distance with himself.

He always felt that the line between him and the vests was very dangerous, and sure enough, it finally disappeared today.

It was such a perfect match, like a warm and moist dream. It was as if they were meant to be this close.

Mo Shiyu got out of bed and washed his face with cold water.