Chapter 8: The Cuckoo Occupies the Magpie's Nest (Revised) "Kill them all,...
Gin became familiar with killing before he became familiar with alcohol.
There is never a shortage of corpses in the slums, and crime is a frequent visitor.
If you want to survive here, getting your hands dirty is inevitable.
Policies from outside the country are changing with each passing day, and leaders are calling out various slogans on the radio every day, but poverty still hangs over the slums like dust, and no one thinks of reaching out to disperse this dust.
It was just dust to them, and it didn't matter as long as it didn't dirty their clothes.
Moreover, dust always exists objectively. If something exists objectively, it cannot be eliminated, right?
Gin thinks so too.
The world works in its own way. Where there are rich people, there will naturally be poor people. Where there are strong people, there will naturally be weak people.
For Gin, there was undoubtedly only one correct rule: becoming stronger would give him more. The law of the jungle, the law of the jungle, applied equally to both the slums and the outside world.
Crime is merely a means to an end. Like a necessary weapon, it takes on different forms in different hands. The upper class dons suits to commit crimes, while the poor in the slums wield scrap bricks and steel pipes. The rise and fall of bank stocks can cause scores of people to lose their money and jobs, while those in the slums raise bricks to reclaim what is rightfully theirs—life, body, and health.
Gin killed his first person when he was eight years old.
He was caught in the act of stealing money.
Originally, he couldn't kill him - the man was in his prime, with strong shoulders and a big waist, and was the gang leader in this area.
But when he saw Gin's face, he had evil intentions towards him.
When he asked him to kneel down, Gin pierced his abdomen with the sharp iron fragment hidden in his hand.
He had stabbed the right spot, so blood gushed out instantly, splattering on his cheeks, eyelashes, and silver hair.
He calmly disposed of the body, faked the scene, and took all the money in his pocket.
This money allowed him to survive for a relatively long period of time without going hungry, but the only price he paid was waking up from his dreams at night and trying to wipe off the bloodstains on his body with trembling hands.
Very cost-effective.
The second murder took place three years later.
At that time, he became a small boss in a region, just like the gang leader he had killed.
He is young, but the other kids listen to him, and the older ones don't dare to mess with him.
One of his children was beaten to death by his drunken father.
The mother worked in a textile factory and could only go home on Fridays. When she did, the child had already been buried under Gin's orders.
She cried for a while, with dark circles under her eyes from overwork, and came to find Gin.
She took out all the savings she had accumulated over the years and asked Gin to kill her husband.
Gin glanced at the money in her hand. It was crumpled and piled up in a ball, not even half of what he had found on the gang leader.
He didn't say anything and didn't take any money.
But the next day, he set up a careful trap and killed the drunk man.
No one cares how a drunk dies after falling into a ditch and drowning in his own vomit.
The third murder, the fourth...
There is no difference in the way a person falls down after losing their life.
The only difference was that Gin no longer tried to wipe the blood off his body.
The nightmares at night were gone. All he dreamed of now were the bizarre shadows of the outside world that he would occasionally catch a glimpse of when he was rolling in the dust.
Gin knew he was no longer content with the world within the slums. As he grew stronger, his desires grew. The skyscrapers on the horizon that always blocked the sunrise, the occasional stolen pair of precious gloves that a worker had toiled for thirty years, the exquisite firearms of unknown origin... that was the world outside.
It's time to go out.
However, when he was ready to set off, a plague that swept across the entire area stopped him.
The plague mercilessly took away people's lives, which was far more cruel than him using weapons to end others quickly.
In order to control infectious diseases, civilized people living in high-rise buildings spent money to build walls around the slums.
It's like someone wearing a raincoat on a rainy day because he's afraid of getting his clothes dirty.
Gin had a chance to get out before the wall was built.
But he didn't. Burials seemed to occupy a greater quality in Gin's life than murder. People he knew died one after another.
The god of death is responsible for the harvest, and he is responsible for the burial.
Plague is just one of the ways this world takes lives, and Gin should be used to it.
But his only remaining companion reached out to him.
"God... please kill me," he begged.
His face was covered in pus and his eyes were so swollen that he couldn't open them.
Gin knew he was blind.
Because he was clearly praying to the icon hanging on the wall, but he mistakenly reached out his hand to Gin.
He raised his gun indifferently.
Pus and plasma mixed together, and Gin buried the last body.
The fifth murder occurred when Gin was fourteen years old. This time, he killed his own companion.
There is no God in this world.
Even if there was, God would not agree to his request.
God does not kill people, it is always people who kill people.
He buried the inferior icon and his companion's body in the ashes and spread out his hands.
Some pustules have appeared on the palms.
There are no living people left here.
He has to get out of here.
Get out and live... The life he has been fighting for since he was born, the bizarre scenes that appeared in his dreams and that he has yet to see... Be it his life or his future, Gin will not let the plague take it away.
But things always have their priorities. To gain something, you must give up something else.
Gin climbed out of the gap in the wall, crossed half the city, and stood in front of the unfamiliar building before dawn.
Under the surprised eyes of the people inside, he took out the paper stained with dirt from his pocket.
"I signed the application form you sent me last month," he said. "I have no adverse reactions to your drug. I'm applying to be a participant in your clinical trial."
This is a pharmaceutical company.
His location is close to the slums, and he sometimes pays young people in the slums a certain amount of money to try the drugs they have developed.
Because it makes money quickly and does not waste time, this "job" is very popular in the slums.
Last month, while undergoing drug trials, the company sent them application forms.
People with no underlying diseases and good physical fitness can apply to become permanent experimenters, and the company will give them a large sum of money at one time.
His dark green eyes looked calmly at the person opposite him, and there were still blood stains on the corners of his clothes.
In order to grasp life, Gin chose to give up the future.
The company approved his application.
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Lin Xi took the silver-haired boy back to his residence.
This is a mansion.
The Karasuma family gave her a considerable amount of compensation, including this villa very close to the company.
She didn't immediately answer the question Gin asked her in the basement.
She hasn't figured out everything yet, and Gin hasn't grown into a qualified killer yet.
Gin, who followed behind her, remained silent until they entered the house and then spoke: "Is this your home?"
Lin Xi untied her hair tie, letting her soft curly hair fall loose, and casually took off her gold-rimmed glasses.
"Yes, how is it? Luxurious, right?"
She suddenly sank onto the sofa in the living room.
Gin looked her up and down, not trying to hide his gaze.
Only now did he realize that this person... seemed to be younger and more lively than she appeared in public.
The high ponytail and gold-rimmed glasses are props she deliberately uses to make herself look more mature.
The relaxed attitude he displayed now was completely different from that stern-faced researcher in the institute... He looked barely older than him.
"You're bringing me out like this, aren't you afraid of being reprimanded by your boss?"
He stopped at the entrance.
He was still wearing the white uniform from the institute. Clothing has a special meaning in human society. In social life, it is a symbol of the owner's status.
The clothes he was wearing were out of place with the environment he was about to enter.
This is more than a simple wealth gap.
It was a transparent barrier, invisible but spanning between him and Lin Xi... Just like the brick wall at the edge of the slums in his memory, it separated the dirty dust and bloody stains from the clean air and artificial cleanliness.
Especially her relaxed posture and casual tone, which made Gin look like a pauper with no freedom, no money, no ability, and nothing but self-esteem.
Anyone who's ever come out of the ghetto knows that self-esteem does nothing but straighten your back.
Gin would not admit that he was feeling timid.
If Lin Xi was like those researchers, treating him like an object and ruthlessly squeezing value out of him... he would simply lump Lin Xi and those researchers into the same category, classifying them as obstacles that needed to be smashed on his future path forward.
But she just sat on the sofa and made an inviting gesture.
There was no coercion, no command... Gin had the illusion that she was really inviting him seriously, an invitation from an independent individual to another independent individual.
Didn't she see the barrier between them? Didn't she see the difference between them?
How dare she bring him home like this?
Gin felt a moment of regret.
He shouldn't have agreed to her like that. He had never expected that she would bring him out so quickly and bring him directly into her home.
But just when he was distracted, Lin Xi had already walked in front of him and grabbed his wrist.
"What are you doing in the porch?" she asked doubtfully. "Is there anything in my porch?"
She looked at the shoe rack, thinking that the child might not be happy to wear guests' shoes. "Just walk on the floor. The servants will come and clean the dirty floor."
Gin was pulled into the house by her.
The invisible barrier suddenly vanished. A clean, warm, welcoming atmosphere enveloped him from all directions in the west, as if mocking his previous excessive associations.
Feelings of shame and anger suddenly rose up in him, and he pursed his lips tightly.
"You haven't answered my question!" he said.
"Oh, you mean boss? Honestly, I haven't really thought about it." Lin Xi sighed, "I've suddenly become a social animal. I'm not used to this change in status yet... Boss, that's a really annoying word, isn't it?"
"Do you need me to help you kill him?" The young man spoke faster than his brain.
Only after he finished speaking did he realize what he was saying.
You stupid mouth! What on earth are you saying?
Lin Xi's boss, the boss of Baijiu Pharmaceutical... no matter how you think about it, he can't kill him now!
This person will definitely laugh at his arrogance...
"Okay." Lin Xi agreed happily, "Kill them all, and then let me be the boss, okay?"
Gin: “?”
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