Chapter 110 Chapter 110 Providing Nourishment for My Beloved Mother...
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For most people, today is just another day as summer approaches.
The weather in Tokyo is nice, and the university is about to enter the midterm. Students are quietly reviewing with pen and paper in the library. A murder has occurred in a cake shop in a certain block, and the shop is surrounded by whizzing police cars. Passersby watch for a while as if nothing happened, and then gradually disperse.
But for those who have access to the dark web, today will not be a day to be easily forgotten.
People from all over the world, tattooed gangsters smoking cigarettes, industry elites in tailored suits, criminals hiding corpses in the slums, executives wearing gold-rimmed glasses, in the dark rooms of Southeast Asian urban villages, on golf courses in the suburbs of Singapore, in the spacious offices of Wall Street skyscrapers... No matter what they are doing, at this moment, most of them are absent-minded, staring at the simple web pages on their computers and mobile phones with different expressions.
A live broadcast that was pushed to the front page of the dark web a few hours ago has now been clicked over a million times. Even though the live broadcast has lost its signal for a long time, the barrage of comments scrolling on the screen still shows no sign of decreasing.
[How long has the damn camera been black? Don't tell me all the Slovak organizers are dead?]
Who the hell dares to livestream? Slovakia is practically drowning in cops!
Oh my god, I just arrived in Slovakia and I'm too scared to leave the airport. I've never seen anything like this! [Picture] [Picture] Even a cross-border roundup of a Class A wanted criminal wouldn't reach this level!
[The whole world is chasing him! What has he done? What is his background?]
[It's probably related to what happened in Yokohama.]
What's going on?
The Yokohama sinkhole is comparable to the Chernobyl incident, directly bringing out underground pollution...
[Rumor has it, there was a coup in Yokohama a while ago, but it seems to have been suppressed.]
The whole world is watching Slovakia, while only Slovakia is fighting a civil war. 666.
[Who still dares to go to that damn place in Yokohama? How many civilians died in the last sinkhole? The government is just suppressing it and not reporting it!]
[No, I'm a little confused. Iris and the big hole are related? Did I get into state secrets just by watching a reality show?]
[Based on current speculation, only the secrets of the Yokohama pothole are worth the government's desperate efforts. And coincidentally, with civil war erupting in Japan at this very moment, who would believe it's okay?]
Everyone was amazed, puzzled, and making wild guesses, wishing they could get behind the camera to find out what was going on.
A person with beautiful appearance and mysterious charm, who is the dream lover of all criminals in the world, initially appeared at the auction disguised as a human or animal, but later used sophisticated killing techniques to kill through the hunting grounds, and now is being hunted by the government at all costs.
Such a high-profile gimmick hits the most unbearable point for everyone, and it only needs an opportunity to explode around the world.
【Now I just want to see his end. 】
Is he still alive?
Where are the others?
…
At this moment, in the screen that had been dark for too long, a few crackling machine sounds suddenly appeared, followed by a piece of low-quality, laggy children's music.
The screen slowly brightened up.
The barrage of comments suddenly fell silent for a moment.
The Slovak organizer's hunting live broadcast was manually turned on after being closed for 57 minutes.
Although the camera was turned on, the scenery was still gloomy and dark, with no one around. Until after shaking a few times, a white jade-like hand reached out from outside the lens.
He seemed to be adjusting the lens, his knuckles gripping the edge of the lens.
Perhaps because he was exerting force, one could clearly see some dark blue veins emerging on the back of his fair hand, which were then retracted into the loose sleeves.
After adjusting the angle, the lens was wiped a few times by the white sleeves.
The next second, an extremely quiet and beautiful face appeared in the camera.
Almost everyone's breathing stopped.
He curled his pale red lips towards the camera, bent over, and his smoky gray hair flowed down his shoulders.
You can clearly see the gash on his forehead caused by a sharp object, and blood has coagulated at the wound.
"Do you like the music I chose?"
He asked softly, casually and lazily, "Everyone?"
The sound was transmitted through the Internet cable and reached the ears of countless people.
A simple question seemed to ignite hundreds of powder kegs. The dark web, which had just been paused, exploded instantly. Even the craziest star-chasing scene could not compare to this. Thousands of comments were refreshed frantically in just a few seconds, and countless people expressed their love or desire to the people on the screen. It was like a doomsday party carnival.
Oh my god, he actually showed up in front of the camera that was targeting him, and it was broadcast live to the whole world! How dare he, how dare he!
【OMG! I like it! I like it so much! My baby, my love, I love you!!】
Iris, look at me! Look at me!
[Your voice is so hoarse, was it smoked just now? Poor baby, please say a few more words, I love to hear it!]
"It's too close! I can't stand it! I can even see the mole under his eye. It's red!"
【Who is going to abuse him? Hurry up and make him cry! 】
[Is this an angel? Please, can you come to my bed and save me...]
Mo Shiyu sat in a chair in the command room, holding a camera, casually glanced at the comment section, rubbed the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye with his fingers, tilted his head and chuckled.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious yet." He said softly, "Be quiet."
The frenzied barrage of comments suddenly quieted down.
Behind the screen, criminals who had committed countless crimes were staring at his hands that had stopped typing, wondering what was wrong with him that made him so obedient.
Mo Shiyu raised his eyes and looked at the blond man who broke in from not far away.
The agent from the American Supernatural Agency was followed by fully armed soldiers, but they all looked at him cautiously and did not dare to act rashly.
The insect queen in front of them was holding a silenced Ber/Leta pistol in one hand hidden under the table, but the muzzle of the gun was not pointed at them, but turned upside down and pointed at herself.
The blond man gritted his teeth as he threatened them again with himself. What was frustrating was that he was actually threatened by this kid.
It’s okay for other cowards, but he really doesn’t dare to bet that the man in front of him won’t dare to shoot.
…
Mo Shiyu withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the camera.
Many people could see that red lines slowly appeared on the skin under his collar, winding all the way to his neck and behind his ears, shaped like long, complex and strange tree branches.
It was like a slender tree clinging to his flesh and bones.
"Hello everyone watching the live broadcast, my name is Mo Shiyu." He said slowly, his smooth eyes slightly curved. "Although you recognize my face, most of you probably don't know my name. At most, it's a nickname given to me by the people who sold me."
"But it doesn't matter," he chuckled, "everyone knows my real name now."
The blond man looked at this scene with an ugly expression.
Is he crazy or does he want to die after telling his real name to so many people who have only ill intentions towards him?
He couldn't understand what the gray-haired young man in front of him was going to do.
Only the ominous premonition grew stronger.
"Tell me, how many people, after seeing me, only think of imprisoning me, torturing me, hurting me, and dismembering me?"
"Let me count," Mo Shiyu narrowed his eyes, stared at the dark camera for a moment, and then curled his lips and whispered a number, "1253."
Just by looking into each other's eyes, you can establish a connection with the nest mother.
Even a lens can be used, regardless of distance.
"The organization that is hunting me down, some of your guesses about me are correct," he continued.
Mo Shiyu stood up and handed the camera to Smino, asking him to set it up a meter away from him. Then he brushed his long, smoky-gray hair that fell to his chest back behind his ears and said, "I do have a connection to the polluted and distorted side of the world."
"I think people who have looked into my past must be very surprised, because no matter how hard you try, you can't find my resume before I was 18, my growth trajectory, or where I came from. It's as if I were a ghost that suddenly appeared at Tokyo Airport more than two years ago."
"It's just that," he picked up the red wine in the base, poured himself a glass, and holding the glass with one hand, he said softly, "Contrary to your mainstream speculation, I'm not a product of the pollution under Yokohama. I'm a genuine human, just from another world."
"At the age of 18, I came into this world completely defenseless the moment I stepped off the plane. I couldn't return to my country, and my ID card became a piece of waste paper. I could only temporarily live in Japan."
"In my world, my ability..." Mo Shiyu raised the wine glass and took a sip of wine. The red branches on his neck squirmed and climbed up half of his face little by little, making that half of his face look like a ghost.
He is both ferocious and beautiful.
"Hive Mother," he said.
"Sending me here from another world is the world's consciousness trying to save itself. The reason is simple: my abilities are specifically targeted at pollution. When I mature, I can purify the world's pollution. In the future, this world won't become a forbidden zone for life like the Yokohama pothole."
These words contained too much information, and the blond man felt that he could not tell whether it was true or not, so he had to go back and investigate immediately.
However, the next words of the person in front of him made his pupils tremble.
"That is, if I'm still alive."
Mo Shiyu took out the silenced pistol from under the table and placed it gently on the table.
"...the above are the original words I got from the conversation with the book." Mo Shiyu exhaled softly and laughed slowly, "But why?"
"Since I came to this world, I've lived in the shadows every day," he said slowly. "At first, I was followed. Then someone broke into my house, stole my clothes, and installed a hidden camera... Later, I was kidnapped and brought here, auctioned off as a competing item, and lived in a cage that wasn't even knee-high, step by step..."
Mo Shiyu took a sip of wine, tilted his head, curled his lips, pulled the safety of the pistol, and said, "If I commit suicide here, 7 billion people will be buried with me."
He slowly raised his head and laughed uncontrollably, "How could such a good thing happen?"
This scene was truly full of beauty, but no one present was in the mood to appreciate it.
The only blond man in the room not far away looked at this scene, his face turned pale, and he pressed hard on the tactical headset in his ear that was roaring deafeningly.
【Hurry up! Go and stop him! 】
[Whatever you do, soldier! Keep him alive! This is your duty!]
The secretary general's heartbreaking cry filled his ears. The blond man stared at Mo Shiyu's hand as he pulled the trigger of his pistol. No, why was all the pressure being placed on him? Was he the one who pushed people to this point? Huh?
Where did that masked guy go? He needs support!
Of course, Mo Shiyu saw the pale face of the American mutant in the room. In order to prevent the military from suspecting the vest, Mo Shiyu sent Fumian to another place, leaving only Smino to accompany him. So unfortunately, the blond man was destined to bear all this alone.
The comments at this moment were in chaos, and the person who had just passionately confessed his love had now turned hostile.
[The whole world will become a forbidden zone for life like the Yokohama pothole? He means that humans will become extinct in the future? He must be crazy!]
[Little vase with only a face, if you can save the world, I will be Caesar! ]
[I've said so much without any basis, where's the evidence? Prove it!]
[I'm afraid this isn't just a fantasy from before being abused.]
[What's going on? I really can't find any information about him before he was 18...]
The blond man finally spoke, staring at Mo Shiyu closely. "Mr. Mo, there's no need to be so extreme. We can discuss anything. I'm sorry about your past—"
"Think about those who helped you." At this point, he noticed that the ash-gray-haired young man finally looked at him. His eyes lit up and he continued sincerely, "They did nothing wrong, but in the end, they had no choice but to die under the pollution. Is this what you want to see?"
"Such one-size-fits-all revenge will also hurt the people you love."
Mo Shiyu looked at him and said slowly, "You use the person I love as a bargaining chip to threaten me. What's the difference between you and Sauron?"
Soran was the boss of the organizer here, the old fellow. The blond man quickly distanced himself from the matter. "Of course not. This isn't a threat. We won't harm him, nor will we force you to do anything. I just want you to think about it. This world isn't completely useless, is it?"
Mo Shiyu's eyelashes drooped, his long ash-gray hair draped behind him, and the red tree-like veins on half of his face were slightly wriggling. He looked like a monster that was frightening and disgusting, yet people couldn't help but be deeply attracted to him.
He smiled with his eyes curved, "Don't be afraid, it's just a joke."
The blond man choked.
Are you kidding me? It doesn't sound like it!
"I won't kill myself over something like this," Mo Shiyu said softly, "although a part of me does want to. But this isn't the solution."
"After all, there are still people I love in this world. As long as he is alive, I will definitely live on."
He looked at the dark camera, his smoky gray pupils reflecting the star-like light, and he lip-synched a number: 1253.
"I will not be a sinner who doesn't care about the life and death of the world, but I will not be a fool who saves the wicked."
He smiled at the camera, as if seeing eyes filled with greed and desire. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am not sitting here to tell the world about my conversation with the book, but to make a break."
"You ask me if I have the ability to save the world?"
He stood up from the chair, and the red branches clinging to his body under his white shirt were in full bloom at this moment, depicting the gorgeous red bruises on his skin with his hands clinging yet gently. His smoky gray eyes were filled with strong emotion, and he uttered whispers of love.
"You should kneel down and beg me instead of looking at me with blasphemous eyes."
"From now on, learn the tone of voice you use when speaking to your mother. If you are a bad child, go to hell."
The air vibrated silently, and the camera in front of him crackled, as if it was squeezed to the limit by some invisible force, and exploded with a bang.
The blond man opened his eyes wide as if he had seen something horrifying.
The next second, countless people around the world staring at the screen, no matter where they were, whether they held high positions, whether they were strong or weak, no matter whether they were vicious or gloomy, they all suddenly lowered their heads and watched as their chests were violently cut open by the white and delicate fingers, and warm blood sprayed on the screen in front of them.
"What……"
Beautiful faces were vaguely visible among their bright red internal organs, with sticky blood threads hanging from them.
One after another, the powerless bodies fell to the ground, their faces distorted as they stared at the screen that had turned into snowflakes.
Until the white fingers stretched out from the body, climbed up from the chest to the face, pulling the lips and twisting them into a bright smile.
1253.
Providing nourishment for the maturity of the beloved mother.
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