Chapter 100 Cyberabo (Free City) 13 Home...
“Not surprising.”
Song Qingqing was looking at a small alley outside the window. There was a faint pale light on. There, there was a young man surrounded by several tall shadows. Without looking closely, one could guess that he was being beaten.
Delos followed Song Qingqing's gaze and naturally saw the scene.
Song Qingqing turned her head, reached out to turn on the light of the hovercraft, and shone it directly at the group of people.
Hovercraft are not a means of transportation that ordinary civilians can own, and they are rarely seen in the marginal areas full of small and dangerous people. They can only be seen when a few high-level elites from the capital's central city fly quickly through this airspace.
The dazzling bright light shone and the group of people scattered in an instant.
Delos crossed his arms, his brows raised as he watched the entire process. "Why do you do this?"
Song Qingqing withdrew her hand from pressing the button, lowered her eyes and looked at the dying young boy who curled up in a ball, and asked a question in a low voice.
"I was just wondering, did you live like this when you were a kid here?"
Delos's intact red eye flickered slightly, but he answered the girl's question without much emotion: "No, I'm not a good-tempered sheep."
"In a bloody fight, even if my head is broken and bleeding, I have to bite off a piece of flesh from the opponent, otherwise I will only be beaten countless times."
"Of course, that situation only lasted until my differentiation period."
Song Qingqing raised her eyes slightly and looked at Delos, only seeing his sharp profile. However, the expression on his face was not very good when he talked about the past, as if it was covered with a layer of faint gloom.
Song Qingqing asked: "What happens after you differentiate into Alpha?"
Delos glanced sideways at the girl's soft and gentle almond-shaped eyes, which were clean and clear without a speck of dust. For some reason, he looked away and uttered a few words with his thin lips.
"Of course, I'll kill all those rubbish."
Delos turned on the anti-peep mode of the aircraft window and suddenly whispered something.
"Qingqing, you are very kind."
Completely different from the trash from the fringe, this fragile, beautiful, gentle, and kind greenhouse flower easily aroused the animal instincts of these trash Alphas, wanting to reach out and grasp this flower, delicately kept in its golden cage, and use their rough fingertips to repeatedly caress the rose's pale yellow pistil until the sticky, sweet pistil juice coated their hands.
Dros suddenly sneered at himself, he was just one of these rubbish animal Alphas.
Beautiful things should be well cared for, not ruthlessly possessed and then destroyed.
After hearing Delos's comment, Song Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and her mind went blank for a brief moment.
She is very kind?
No, it wasn't like that. If she truly was a kindhearted child, she wouldn't have been chosen by the system to be a tasker; she wouldn't have hypnotized herself into pretending to understand nothing, naturally reaping those emotions; and she wouldn't have lost the memory and feelings of completing the mission, whether successful or not, so quickly.
If you are truly kind, you will feel sad and painful after hearing the ending of the mission target, or try to truly love them.
Did she do it? Not at all. Did she feel guilty? Not at all.
After all, all she had was some meaningless sympathy.
As a tasker, how could she deserve such heavy words?
But she just wanted to go home, she was not wrong.
Song Qingqing couldn't help but clench her ten fingers on her knees tightly together, and lowered her head slightly.
She had tried very hard not to think about what she had before during the mission.
Every time after completing a task, she would tell herself over and over again that she was just an ordinary hard-working child, with slow thinking and slow work. She did not have superhuman intelligence and EQ. She had to work hard to prepare for competitions and exams to achieve some results. She was just living a happy life.
She has a happy family. Her parents love her very much. She also has an adopted brother. Although her brother has a cold personality, she likes to study with him because he is smarter and better than her.
Father...mother...brother?
Hey, what do they look like?
Only now did she suddenly realize that she could hardly remember the faces of her loved ones who once loved her...
Song Qingqing suddenly opened her eyes wide. Why couldn't she remember it?
Even if she tried hard to recall, she could only barely capture a few fragments.
Why, I can’t remember?
The curled fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly. Song Qingqing could clearly feel that she was afraid. She was afraid of forgetting her past, losing her original name, and finally not being able to find the way home.
Delos suddenly realized that after he said that, the girl sitting next to him didn't move for a long time, and didn't say a word. He didn't know what she was thinking. His eyes fell on her hands.
Shivering.
Delos didn't say anything or ask anything, but instead stretched out his still-warm hand and touched the top of Song Qingqing's head. "How about I take you to my old place for a drink?"
When she heard Delos's words, Song Qingqing, who had been lost in her own thoughts, regained her senses instantly. She raised her head, staring at him blankly with her dark eyes, and said, "Federal law prohibits Alphas from enticing immature Omegas to drink. Uncle, you're committing a crime."
It was obvious that DeRoss scoffed at federal laws. After all, such things had almost no binding force on a psychopath like him.
Delos pinched Song Qingqing's cheek with one hand and said, "Little guy, I'm only a few years older than you. Try calling me uncle again?"
Song Qingqing slapped away Delos's hand that was pinching her face, snorted softly, turned her head away and said nothing.
Then... DeRoss took Song Qingqing to an underground bar with a dim light and flickering signs. The bar was filled with the smell of various pheromones, which mixed together and choked Song Qingqing to the point that she could hardly breathe. She turned her head and threw herself into DeRoss's arms. She took two deep breaths of his gunpowder-smelling pheromones before she felt a little better.
Delos was also happy to be hugged tightly by the soft girl, so he simply picked her up with one hand, walked through all kinds of people to the bar in the corner, tapped the bar table with his fingertips, and woke up the person who was sleeping soundly in the corner.
"Barron, top up the Black Shadow whiskey on ice."
The chubby uncle heard the familiar voice and quickly got up. "Oh, it's little DeRoss."
Song Qingqing heard Delos's voice as he ordered a glass of wine and popped his head out of his arms, "I want a glass of the same one too!"
Delos pushed the girl's head back and said to Barron, "Make her a glass of sweet wine."
Uncle Barron's eyes lit up when he saw Song Qingqing, "De Ross! You can actually meet such a beautiful and cute little girl!"
Song Qingqing didn't smell any pheromones on the fat uncle named Barron, which meant he was a Beta, the most common gender in this mission world.
She remembered that Delos had just said this was where he lived, which meant...
Song Qingqing couldn't help but look up at Delos, and then at Uncle Barron who was staring at her with interest.
Anticipating what the girl was about to ask, De Ross took a sip of the ice wine Barron had just mixed, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Well, it was old Barron who raised me. My mother... was a good friend of his."
Listening to Delos's voice, old Barron behind the bar was silently mixing another drink.
"As for my mother, she was a toy Omega who had her glands dug out and was abandoned by the upper class of Central City. She was killed shortly after giving birth to me."
Killed by someone?
These few light words made Song Qingqing shudder. Her pupils shrank slightly and she subconsciously looked up at Old Barron who was mixing cocktails. Even in the dim light, tears could be vaguely seen in his cloudy and sunken eyes.
It doesn't take much imagination to guess how an Omega was killed.
No wonder Dros hates Alpha so much, even though he himself is an Alpha.
After drinking, Delos seemed to talk more than before. He laughed at himself, "Even before my differentiation period, I was almost mistaken for an Omega by those rubbish because of this face..."
His voice stopped abruptly, as if he had left it unfinished on purpose to take care of Song Qingqing.
Delos held the wine glass and drank the spicy and cold wine in one gulp. It made his chest ache from choking, but it also made him feel refreshed.
Song Qingqing pursed her lips and gently pulled the hem of Delos's clothes, "I want to drink yours too."
Delos lowered his eyes and looked at her. The girl's curious eyes sparkled in the darkness. He took the light orange sweet wine from Barron's hand, brought it to her lips, took a small sip, and then put it in her hand.
"Just taste it, don't drink too much."
As a result...while Delos and Barron were talking, Song Qingqing, leaning in his arms, lowered her head and drank all the orange-scented sweet wine in the quilt in small sips.
Delos felt his chest sink. He looked down and saw Song Qingqing, whose body was flushed, holding an empty wine glass with her hot face pressed against his chest.
When he saw the empty wine glass, Dros immediately frowned in annoyance, especially when he felt the pheromones of the garbage Alphas around him, the urge to take action instantly came to his mind.
But old Barron calmly stopped him, "Don't tear this place down like you did when we were kids."
As he spoke, Old Barron glanced at the girl buried in his arms and sighed softly.
"Dros, take this little guy back to Central City quickly."
"Protect her."
Delos didn't say anything. His bright red eyes looked indifferently at the girl who was rubbing against his chest like a kitten. He took off his uniform jacket and put it on her. He was only wearing a shirt with a leather belt and picked her up.
Walking in the dim alley, all you can hear is the girl's even breathing, the subtle sound of leather shoes stepping on sand, and the noisy squeaking of mice.
But after taking a few steps, Delos felt the warmth and dampness coming from the shirt on his chest. He stopped and looked down in the colorful dim light. She was clutching her shirt like a little animal, sobbing and shedding tears. She looked so pitiful.
Delos's red eyes dimmed slightly. He held the slender Song Qingqing steadily and asked calmly, "Why are you crying like this? You're like a little mouse that fell into the water."
All I can say is that Dros's skill index in coaxing people is 0.
The drunken girl put her arms around Delos' neck and hid her wet face in his shoulder. Her voice was soft and a little hoarse after crying.
"You don't like it here."
Upon hearing this, Delos did not answer, but looked up at the sky covered by heavy haze.
Of course he didn't like it. Here, he had to be stained with the blood of all kinds of people every day just to survive. His body was almost soaked in the smell of blood, and he had never had a good night's sleep.
There are occasional rumors in the fringe area that there is a little madman with silver hair and red eyes. He fights ferociously as if he doesn't care about his life, using his teeth, hands and claws as if he wants to tear people apart alive.
But here, those who are not ruthless enough cannot even survive. Who knows, they might become a stinking, cold corpse on the street the next day.
So he climbed up desperately, trying to completely separate himself from this disgusting and dirty place.
After all, he is an egoist and he doesn't have so many beautiful fantasies about saving the people in the marginalized areas.
I could hear the girl's chattering voice.
"I used to think that coming into this world as an Omega, with no one caring what we think or want, is a very sad thing. Amby also evolved from the Alpha that everyone expected to be into an Omega, and he was very sad too." A drop of hot tear suddenly fell on the side of Delos's neck, so hot that it seemed to burn the heart of his heart.
"But you've already differentiated into an Alpha, a high-level Alpha with psychic power that everyone envies. Why do you still look unhappy?"
Yes, why?
Delos's dark red artificial eye quietly streamed electronic data. He did not answer the girl's question immediately, but raised his hand and gently protected her head.
"At least I'm not unhappy now."
"I'll take you home."
But her home is neither here nor in the capital city.
Where is her home?
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