Chapter 164 The Children's Protection Association made a sharp explosion.
There are snow fields in front and behind.
Looking up, I didn't see the familiar sun, moon and stars, but many strange stars...balls?
Completely different from the Earth, in addition to a planet similar to the moon, there are many planets of different colors that are slightly smaller than the moon.
It was beautiful, as if the stars were within reach, but Fyodor's foreboding became more and more evident.
But at this point, he did not lose his composure, but turned back to the ground, trying to find some clues to point the way. Finally, in the dazzling and almost blinding snow, he saw a row of shallow footprints that were mostly covered by thin snow and were almost invisible.
There were signs of human presence, and Fyodor breathed a sigh of relief.
Following the footprints forward, there was a small snow mountain that looked inconspicuous, only about two people tall. The footprints went around the snow mountain to the other side. Fyodor followed them around and saw a very small cave that was almost invisible.
——There were voices coming from inside.
Although his heartbeat and state stopped, the equipment on his body was still there. Fyodor turned slightly, tapped his toes, and approached the cave entrance cautiously and vigilantly, and heard the sounds inside more clearly.
It is a completely unfamiliar language without any system. It is a bit like French, soft and affectionate, but the syllables and pronunciation are completely different.
He adjusted his breathing gently - although he felt that nothing would happen if he didn't breathe - but he still put on his most friendly smile, even though the hand behind his back was already grasping the handle of the dagger.
"Excuse me?"
…No response.
His eyes had swept across the cave, which was shining brightly and had a clear view because of the unknown lights. His mind had instinctively analyzed everything in the cave, including the structure of the cave itself. He stood at the door, looking at the even somewhat heartwarming scene in front of him with some embarrassment.
They look like a family of three.
The woman with white hair and white eyes, as beautiful as a snow girl, had an expression that showed an eerie calmness.
The thin young man with gray hair who was lying on his back on the other side and looked like he would not live long reached out his hand gently and helplessly and lightly touched the child held by the Snow Girl.
That child, that child...
Still in swaddling clothes, with soft, snow-white hair loosely falling on her forehead, her gaze, which had been staring at the man, suddenly shifted to look in his direction.
Because of his sudden action, the man and woman turned their heads to look at the cave entrance, but showed expressions as if they saw nothing.
But Fyodor saw his own face reflected in the familiar child's eyes.
As if seeing something interesting, the child gave a beautiful smile.
Fyodor felt a premonition and his fingertips trembled in shock.
***
Not long after, the man died.
The man's death was not sudden.
He was already terminally ill from some disease, but the duration was shorter than Fyodor had imagined. In just one week, the man's life came to an end.
The only one who could see him in this narrow cave was the enemy who had sent him here—and he was still in his infancy.
He stood in front of the child, lowered his eyes, not knowing what expression to make.
Fortunately, he couldn't touch the child, so he still had time to think carefully about whether to kill him.
On the side, the young man was saying goodbye to the woman.
He looked at the woman, whose expression had always been cold, and even made Fyodor doubt whether her emotional system was healthy, with a look that was gentle and loving. Finally, he pointed at the child and uttered a syllable.
The last name.
This is probably how Sengenmaku is pronounced in this language.
Finally, holding the woman's hand tightly, he closed his dark golden eyes.
During the whole process, the woman's expression did not change at all. She calmly watched the young man's last breath, watched the young man tell her the rest of his instructions, and calmly watched the young man die. Finally, she slowly raised her head and looked at the small window in the distance that was opened for ventilation.
A drop of hot tear slid down from the empty eyes and fell into the crack between blood and soil, leaving no trace.
Fyodor shifted his gaze and saw the child who had just been given a name. He had the same calm expression as the woman, even a somewhat creepy calm expression on his face for a child of his age. He looked solemnly in the direction of the dead man, then turned to look at him.
He held out his hand to him.
Fyodor did not respond.
***
The woman began to wander with her children.
Fyodor, who had already realized that this abnormality was definitely related to the Thousand Rooms, followed the two people and walked forward.
The further he walked, the weaker he felt.
Although he had never taken care of such a young child, he could personally judge that it was absolutely wrong to raise a child in this way.
Qian Jianmu was not tortured to death because he was lucky and had a good life.
That woman has absolutely no idea how to take care of a child.
It was freezing cold, and the child was wrapped up tightly from head to toe, not even giving him room to breathe. He was so suffocated that he tried to dig a hole for himself to breathe. If you encounter a ferocious beast on the snowfield, a fight is inevitable. If a child in a backpack loses his clothes due to the bumpy ride, he or she will often not be discovered until his or her skin turns blue from the cold.
He didn't cry or make a fuss, and only took actions to remind the woman when the pain became unbearable.
The woman who takes care of the child as if he were raising a Tamagotchi also responds with absolutely cold and emotionless parenting.
When you are sick, you get an injection. I don’t know what the universal injection is, but it’s definitely not the one for children, because women will also use it when they are injured.
When I am hungry, I eat nutritional paste. I have never drunk milk since I was a child. The nutritional paste is the same as the adult version. In fact, because the nutritional paste has a very high absorption efficiency, there is no need to worry about the child's excretion.
She didn't talk to him either.
There was no "Mom" that was repeated with love and expectation when a new mother was teaching her child to speak, only a cold, meaningless gaze that was simply there.
Even when the fever persisted, he threw the person into the snow. Qian Jianmu was also lucky that the fever actually subsided and she was picked up again.
The relationship between these two people is even colder than this snowy field.
Is this really her child?
Fyodor watched this twisted relationship coldly. He felt a little regretful because he did not understand the language of this world. He could not understand what the first two people said and missed a lot of information that he should have known.
Only the syllables of Senjianmaku's name remained. For some reason, I remembered them particularly clearly.
Fyodor, who had been silent for a long time and only occasionally talked to himself with the child who was the only one who could see him, sat in front of the child and felt a rare sense of helplessness.
The only child who could communicate with him couldn't speak.
……I am bored.
***
In the third month of wandering, the woman realized that the child was growing bigger and even a little heavy, and that she might not be able to carry him in a backpack after a while. So she finally gave up this rough parenting that treated the child's life as nothing.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Fyodor silently breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that this child abuse was finally showing signs of stopping.
Even on a battlefield, abusing young children is immoral.
The woman found a house.
To be precise, it was a deserted village. She skillfully chose the most intact of the abandoned houses, and spent another two weeks repairing it. She also prepared some high-calorie fuel blocks that she had purchased before, and finally gave Qian Jianmu a place to grow quietly.
Although...it's not that good.
Because she sealed the doors and windows, put the nutritional paste in front of the child and watched the child eat it by himself. After making sure that the child was not starving or freezing to death, the woman turned and left.
...The child couldn't even walk yet, but the adults just left so easily, and it looked like they wouldn't be back for a day or two.
The Child Protection Association saw this and let out a sharp explosion.
The Pet Protection Association will not turn a blind eye.
Fyodor had been tortured for half a year. Even if he didn't care anymore, he felt like raising a small animal. He couldn't help but feel pity for the little kid who spent his childhood in such an environment.
But looking at the little devil again, he felt that his pity was unnecessary.
Because the little kid didn't have the panic and confusion that a normal child would have when his parents left. The golden eyes looked at the closed door, then raised their heads to look at the ceiling of the house which could be said to be completely airtight, and finally looked at him.
Fyodor walked over with a little bit of compassion and gave a mocking smile.
The child held out his hand again, and Fyodor did the same.
I thought this time it would penetrate without any surprise, but I didn't expect a faint warmth to suddenly spread from the back of my hand to my heart.
He paused, and his dark eyes locked on the child coldly like a wild wolf. The child still held on to it, as if he had touched this untouchable playmate for the first time, and the white-haired child showed a visibly keen interest.
Then he grasped and went upward, sliding down because he was unmoved and had no look of frustration.
If you just look at his behavior, he is simply the easiest and least troublesome child to take care of.
But as long as you face him every day, your daily life and ordinary life will be permeated by this faint sense of inhumanity and inexplicable sense of mature energy saving. Thus fear arose, disaster and delusion were born, purity turned into a curse, children turned into monsters, and life turned into death.
A lucky and unlucky little guy.
He turned his hand, palm up, and grasped the child's wrist.
“…Really…I can finally meet you.”
Fyodor murmured thoughtfully, met the child's gaze, stretched out his hand, and strangled him expressionlessly.
It's so small that I feel like my hand can completely wrap around my neck.
If I kill him here, can I go back?
The child's fearless expression was reflected in his purple eyes, which were loosely covered by his drooping eyelashes.
Even though he pressed harder and harder, pressing down on his artery and choking him so that he couldn't breathe, he just stared at him, without the slightest desire to survive that a human should have in his eyes.
"...little monster."
Putting aside the vague feeling that 'the time has not come' in my heart, based on my rational judgment, killing him here will not solve any problems.
Moreover, killing a child who had no ability to fight back was something even a man like him felt was a bit excessive.
So, Fyodor, the most evil manipulator in this world, the eternal sinner and the messenger of God, with his somewhat messy black hair and a horrible expression, slowly collapsed, and finally he sighed tiredly and helplessly.
"I won't take care of you," he said.
“…”
"Since you can hear me speaking, you can understand what I mean, right?" he said.
“…”
"Fedor, this is the one who will kill you, just remember this," he said.
"."
Of course there was no response.
Ah, why should he bother with the child? There is no one around him that he knows, nor is there an environment that he hates. So is he suddenly relaxed?
That's too bad.
Burying his head in his arms, Fyodor skillfully gave up thinking. He could not sleep, nor could he leave Qian Jianmu's side. He was trapped here like a dog on a chain.
Although he didn't feel tired, his constantly working brain gave him a vague sense of wear and tear from overworking, making him feel out of control. He had long been accustomed to turning on energy-saving mode to get through the long, slow days.
It was the same today. I sat on the edge of the bed with my eyes slightly closed, trying to empty my mind as much as possible. Until it got dark, I heard a very soft whisper.
"a…m…f…fee…"
"..." In his clear and sleepless sight, the child was imitating his voice very seriously, without any annoyance, just like a robot, repeatedly practicing his oral proficiency.
This was the first time he tried to speak.
After realizing this, Fyodor sadly discovered that he actually remembered other people's growth process so clearly.
But the first time he spoke, he uttered the corresponding syllables.
Should I call him a genius, or...
Fyodor stared at him for a while, then turned his head away, ruffled his black hair under his hat, and uttered a whisper:
"Ah... monster."
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