Chapter 66 Chapter 66 Worm Mother
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Facts have proven that being stubborn will lead to regret.
When Mo Shiyu was surrounded by a group of big insects, he felt that he was just a little bit away from going crazy.
You probably won’t die if you get caught, but it’s scarier than death!
A familiar-looking insect came over to greet him, flapping its wings excitedly and staring at him with its long, vertical eyes. Its grinning mouth, wrapped in wrinkled skin, almost spanned its entire face.
He rubbed his shrunken hands.
"I didn't find you before. I didn't expect you to be involved with a human. But they are so ugly. Do you like the appearance of humans?"
Mo Shiyu sat on the ground, forced back by a large moth that was ten thousand times more disgusting than an ordinary moth. He collapsed and said, "Get lost!"
The moth man was so depressed by his scolding that he rolled away.
To be honest, Mo Shiyu has a huge psychological trauma towards moths.
Mo Shiyu grew up in the north, but his grandparents are from the south, very southern.
When he was little, he often went to his grandparents' house to play, and would stay there for several months at a time. After he started school, he went there less often, but he would still go there for a few weeks every summer vacation.
There is a lot of rain there, the air is good, and his grandparents also spoil him, so Mo Shiyu really likes going there.
But there are also disadvantages - such as the infestation of mosquitoes.
And Mo Shiyu has a physique that attracts insects.
That was when he was about five or six years old. One day, he was taking a nap and sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt an itch on the top of his head.
He reached out and scratched it a few times, and felt a furry foreign object, and his hands were covered with powder.
He took the foreign object in his hand in a daze, opened his eyes and saw a big moth trying to fly towards his face.
The powder on my hands is the powder on the wings of moths.
Mo Shiyu still remembers the huge, patterned wings of the moth after it unfolded, and its soft, sticky trunk, which trembled in his hands and tried hard to fly towards him. It has left a shadow on his life.
Moths, your lifelong enemy.
The same goes for even the most beautiful moth.
This is actually not a big deal. Many people are afraid of insects with wings, but Mo Shiyu never thought it was a big problem.
However, ever since he came to this damn place, he has been having big moths sticking to his face, and he almost turned into a moth himself.
If it weren't for his companions around to give him some comfort, Mo Shiyu would have probably collapsed into pieces of sashimi.
But now, he is the only one left to face the big moths.
The tree roots climbed up from his ankles all the way up his body. Mo Shiyu was strangled and fell backwards to the ground. His hands were firmly bound by the tree roots, raised above his head, and he could not move.
These moths probably had average eyesight, and no one knew what was wrong with them. They crowded towards him one after another, as if they wanted to stick to him just to get a look at him.
Mo Shiyu felt the fine, crystalline powder floating towards his body. He knew that he couldn't waste his energy at this moment, but he couldn't help but struggled desperately a few times. Cold sweat soaked his back and his teeth chattered.
He didn't even realize that several tree roots had penetrated his clothes.
…
The priest waved away the moth-like people who were crowding over, sat next to Mo Shiyu, lowered his head, brushed his messy long hair to one side, and combed it carefully with his white jade-like fingers.
"You didn't turn into a butterfly?" he asked softly.
"It seems someone has taken the parasite from you."
The priest's fingers were thin and long, with the cold and smooth texture of insect shells. When he gently massaged his scalp, Mo Shiyu got goose bumps.
He realized something and suddenly shook his head in horror, his Adam's apple rolling up and down violently several times.
"Wait—" he began hurriedly.
He knew that he had to delay until his companions found rescue.
"At least let me know what you are, right?" Mo Shiyu spoke quickly, fearing he would be too late. "And the ritual...will I become like that?"
Unexpectedly, the priest immediately shook his head. "No. The human just now will transform into a high-level insect with special abilities, but you..."
"You are different from humans. In fact, you are more similar to us. You have already been on the deformed side of the world."
Mo Shiyu was stunned. "You and I are... more similar?"
"Yes."
The priest's fingertips slid across Mo Shiyu's body, his movements very lightly, as if he was stroking a precious piece of porcelain. Feeling the skin under his fingers tighten inch by inch, he stated calmly.
"Humans don't have such a confusing, maddening body, even if they have supernatural powers."
"Your body only allows me to see one possibility. After combining with our genes, you won't transform into an ordinary high-level insect, but into '——'."
He uttered a rap-complex word.
This tone, which seemed to be stating facts, made Mo Shiyu unable to even feel offended. He thought about what the priest had just said, staring at the priest's weird face, and felt terrified when he thought about it carefully.
"Please explain clearly what you mean by the distorted side of the world? How could I not be human? What is "——"?"
The priest didn't say anything else, but just lowered his eyes to look at him, his face cold, but his lips curled up beautifully, "Perhaps you think I don't know that villains die because they talk too much?"
Mo Shiyu: “…”
Is this what a cool bug with elf ears should say?
Brother, you broke through!
The priest chuckled and lowered his body. "We were all human before, and we all have memories of being human."
"Then why do you treat humans like this?" Mo Shiyu gritted his teeth and tried to break free with all his might. "Aren't those flesh and blood human bones?"
It clearly has human memories, but feeds on humans?
The priest shook his head, his eyes calm, "This is a screening process."
"You may not understand now, but you will understand in the future." The priest looked at him with his dark green eyes, unblinking, "This is the path you should take."
He had no intention of continuing speaking, as the tree roots suddenly moved, violently dragging Mo Shiyu upwards to the center of the altar.
All the Moth people knelt down, and the scene was eerily quiet.
Mo Shiyu tried his best to sit up, but his hands were strangled even harder by the tree roots, and his body was wrapped tighter and tighter, as if it didn't matter whether his bones were broken or not. He was strangled so hard that he opened his mouth and retched. By the time he reacted, his body had already collapsed powerlessly.
The priest said, "The environment here is not as comfortable as in a cocoon. I'm sorry, I don't have time to weave another cocoon for you."
He murmured a single word.
Mo Shiyu's hair stood on end as he watched helplessly as the tree roots on his body, except for the ones that bound his hands, broke apart quickly bit by bit.
The sticky juice oozed out, and the neurotoxin paralyzed his senses. After a while, his eyes became blurry, his senses became distorted, and all the pain turned into a piercing itch.
Unable to move, he could only vent his anger by scratching at the tree roots that bound his hands. He did this until he had no strength left and his face was a sickly, wet red.
"Your thinking needs to be corrected." While he was in a trance, the priest leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"Your life is supreme, and it is an honor for other lives to sacrifice for you."
"As for "——"." He said patiently.
“That’s what ‘nest’ means.”
The baby climbed onto his back, its thin tentacles poking in. Mo Shiyu finally couldn't stand the itch any longer and whimpered. Tears welled up in his eyes and soaked his ash-gray hair along his temples. "What... do you mean..."
"This is a kind of authority. Besides that, there is another concrete way to describe it." The priest's gentle voice was like a lullaby, "Worm Mother."
"When you wake up again, you will be a new person."
***
"The bug's state has changed."
Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the insects flying around not far away.
Whether they are talking insects or not, the joyful and crazy emotions in them are almost turning into physical objects.
Zhu Fujingguang seemed to have a vision of a group of dogs wagging their tails wildly at their owners, or the scene of some obsessed and fanatical cult.
This kind of emotion is so strong and focused that it is chilling.
The only variable from just now until now is that Mo Shiyu was abducted by insects.
How about taking these bugs to fish mulberry?
Zhu Fujingguang looked down at his pale hands.
This seemed to be the second time he hated his own powerlessness.
If he had moved faster, or if he had supernatural powers, would he have been able to catch the fish? Instead of his companions being imprisoned, he could only watch helplessly...
Dazai propped up his chin and looked at the surrounding cave without any expression.
"At the last moment, when he was caught by the bugs, he didn't choose to drag his companions to death with him. Instead, he turned back to buy us some time..."
He said with a hint of regret, "Could it be that Shi Yujun is a good person?"
"No matter how you look at it, he can't be a bad guy, right?" Zhu Fujingguang closed his eyes, "We have to rescue him quickly."
Dazai Osamu hid behind a rock and glanced at the bugs behaving strangely and crazily.
"Well." He chuckled. "Don't worry, Midorikawa-san. If I'm right, things might turn around soon."
"A turning point?"
"Hmm," the young man from the detective agency said seriously, "a miracle that fell from the sky."
"But before that, we really need to hurry and save Tokiyo-san." Dazai Osamu looked down at his fingers for a moment, "But just the two of us might not be enough."
"We're going to wake up another sleeping beauty."
***
"That bastard Dazai is missing?"
Nakahara Chuuya heard the good news as soon as he got off the plane.
He twitched his lips in a gloating manner, "Could it be that he finally succeeded in committing suicide? What kind of auspicious day is today?"
The subordinate shook his head sternly, "No, Chuuya-sama."
"More and more people have disappeared in Yokohama recently. It's not just the detective agency, but many of us have disappeared too." The subordinate whispered, "Even Lord Akutagawa..."
"Akutagawa? How long ago?"
"Two hours ago."
Nakahara Chuuya frowned slightly.
Not to mention the bastard Dazai, with Akutagawa's strength, how could he disappear so silently?
"What did the Boss say?"
"Boss means that we must find the murderer even if we have to search the entire Yokohama."
"I see."
Nakahara Chuuya strode out of the airport and was about to get into the car when he suddenly turned around and saw a white-haired boy sitting under an ice cream truck in a shadow in the distance, staring at him motionlessly.
A tattered white gauze shrouded his head, and his figure was shadowy and unclear. Only a pair of bright red eyes could be seen.
Nakahara Chuuya's pupils suddenly shrank, "Give up..."
Sheyu!
The white-haired boy with suspected signs of abuse on his body who has never been seen since the first time at the port!
The last time we met, the kid said he was looking for someone, and Nakahara Chuuya couldn't find him and thought he had left Yokohama. Unexpectedly, we ran into each other here.
He closed the car door and walked over quickly, only to find that the white-haired boy was in a very bad condition.
Shangshan Sheyu's face was abnormally red, even her eyelashes were wet, and she seemed to be very hot, but there was some hidden madness in her eyes.
How should I put it, it feels like a dank female ghost.
"What's wrong?" Nakahara Chuuya half-knelt down, his eyes sweeping around him. "What happened? Are you here to see me?"
Shangshan Sheyu said directly, "I know where the murderer of the missing case is."
His voice was very soft and hoarse, but it was like thunder.
"Come with me."
How did he know they were investigating a missing persons case?
Nakahara Chuuya narrowed his eyes slightly, "Sheyu, empty words are not enough, I have to be responsible for my organization."
Shangshan Sheyu opened a pair of damp and cold red eyes, "Evidence is my ability. I can find information that others can't find."
"Mr. Chuuya," he said, "I know the location, but only you can open the door."
Nakahara Chuuya pressed down the brim of his hat and his eyes moved slightly.
With this young man's ability to have no physical body and pass through walls at will, he is indeed a master at gathering intelligence.
But how could he be sure that the other party had no ill intentions...?
Nakahara Chuuya looked at the white-haired boy's paranoid scarlet eyes and suddenly asked, "The person you are looking for has also been kidnapped?"
Shangshan Sheyu slowly lowered his eyes, his fingers so tight that they dug into his flesh. "Yes, he's there. I want to save him."
Then, step on those disgusting, damn, and scary bugs to death.
Nakahara Chuuya exhaled and stood up, the hem of his black windbreaker flying in the air. "One hour."
"This is the time I personally give you. Once I confirm the authenticity of your information, the Port Mafia will officially intervene."
He lowered his head and lightly tapped the boy's forehead.
"Also, you are not allowed to participate in the battle. Stay in the rear and heal your wounds."
"I will help you save the person you're looking for, as long as he's not that bastard Dazai."
Even She Yu, who was now gloomy, paused: "..."
If the real person were here, he would probably sigh.
Are you two all so good at eating?
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