The dim underground headquarters of Night Blade Killer is better called a prison than a room, behind a solid iron door.
The hard chains made a crisp sound of "clatter". At the end of the chains were shackles and handcuffs. The cold metal seemed to melt into the body, tightly restraining a pale-faced, strange-looking child.
The child who got up from the bed had a somewhat flat nose, a tear mole at the corner of his eye, long and narrow eyebrows, and protruding cheekbones due to malnutrition. Overall, he was pretty, but the lack of sunlight all year round made the child's skin abnormally pale.
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At the other end, a bald woman wearing a tendon and leather dog leash vaguely still has the elegant appearance of the past. She is disheveled and casually exposes the private parts of her body. She lies on the clean and tidy bed like a dog, covering her head innocently.
Falling asleep with quilt.
Unlike the woman who cannot sleep without being chained, the boy is deliberately imprisoned by his uncle.
As early as a few hours ago, the boy had woken up. From the moment he opened his eyes, he had been looking at the woman in the distance with an expressionless face. For several hours, the boy's amblyopic eyes had not shifted, and the index finger of his right hand had not moved.
Beating on the iron chain very regularly, beating with the heart.
He spent countless dawns like this, and he could even remember the time when he was breastfed by that dog-like woman.
It was not until three years ago, when he was four years old, that he was completely weaned from the breast. His uncle prohibited him from having any contact with women. As a result, the boy who could no longer absorb his mother's love was depressed for a long time. Fortunately, he got used to it later.
For him, breastfeeding has long transcended the meaning of necessary nutrition for survival. It is more like the only connection with a woman and the umbilical cord that can never be cut off.
That dog-like woman, the woman who can't speak, is his mother.
‘Da~da~da~’
The boy's fingers suddenly stopped, and his dull and empty eyes moved away from the woman for the first time, staring at the iron door.
Five seconds later, footsteps were heard outside the iron door. Three seconds later, the sound of a lock turning was heard from the iron door. One second later, a smiling man with unhealable cracks on both sides of his mouth walked into the 'room'.
As always, the action track is as strict as the law.
This is his uncle, Hector.
The boy raised his head, stared at the smiling face getting closer and closer, and slowly put down the two plates of exquisite food in his hands, white bread with butter, a small glass of milk, and two delicious pieces of beef.
Dry.
One plate was placed in front of him, and the other was placed by the man on the woman's bedside. The boy was eating the food on the plate, slowly pouring milk into his mouth, while continuing to stare at the man.
The man sat on the edge of the bed, and the strange and charming smile on his face gradually faded away. He kissed the woman's forehead lovingly, gently arranged the messy clothes for the woman, and carefully took off the dog leash hanging on the wall.
hook, and finally touched the woman's head.
The woman opened her hazy eyes and was in a daze for a while before she fixed her gaze on the man, with joy on her face.
"Woof! Woof woof!"
The woman made a cheerful sound, and slowly circled the man several times under the leadership of the dog leash. Her agile movements did not hit anything.
"Good sister, be good, brother will take you to breakfast."
Placing the woman on his lap, the man carefully picked up the bread and tore it open strand by strand, feeding it into the woman's mouth. He also helped the woman drink milk and eat beef jerky. Finally, he helped the woman wipe her mouth clean, and then
After re-arranging the woman's messed up clothes, and shaking the kettle that could release water with a single pull, the man's face became softer.
I drank a lot of water.
The clothes and bedsheets were just changed yesterday morning and have not been stained all day, so there is no need to clean them again today.
It seems that my sister was also very obedient yesterday.
"Go to sleep, good sister, my brother is going to take his nephew on a long trip."
"Woof! Woof!"
The woman refused to fall asleep, so she crawled towards the boy, took off half of her top, and made an instinctive gesture of breastfeeding.
The boy licked his lips, his throat felt dry instinctively, but he didn't dare to do anything.
The man's brows furrowed, and then he became more determined in his thoughts.
He forcibly carried the woman back and straightened her shirt. The expressionless man spoke in a somewhat serious tone.
"sleep."
Sure enough, when she heard the man's changed tone, the woman became a little more frightened and glanced at the boy reluctantly. The woman obediently climbed back on the bed. Her deformed bones had already adapted to the arched sleeping position, and the man who was so heartbroken that he was numb didn't stop.
Correct again.
Allowing his sister to live more comfortably for the rest of his life is the only happiness he can maintain before he breathes besides serving his master... except that when it comes to that bastard, he will never spoil his sister.
After soothing his sister to sleep, the man's eyes instantly became indifferent. He looked at the boy who was staring at him. The man's mouth curled up, and he resumed his usual weird smile. He grabbed a few small pills condensed by Yuezi Bai from his pocket.
Throw it into your mouth and chew it greedily, your body trembling slightly with excitement.
"Sako, uncle has taught you everything. Today you show uncle what you have learned."
"Okay, uncle."
"If you can pass the test, you can meet the master. Don't forget the etiquette I taught you."
"Master...I understand, uncle."
For this title that was destined to become the master of his own destiny, Shaco had countless fantasies in countless days and nights, but he never thought that the day to meet his master would be today.
Will he be as scary a man as his uncle?
Sacco had more expectations and questions, and was freed from the shackles of the chains by his uncle Hector.
"Straighten your waist and straighten your legs! When did I allow you to walk with your legs hunched and open!?"
Under the scolding, Sacco had to force his twisted body under the chains to return to its normal shape, even if the bones rubbed together, it was really painful.
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The man didn't say what the consequences would be if he didn't pass, but Sacco understood.
That means that he will never see his mother again, and a man is not willing to kill his sister...
Taking the magic steel flying knife handed over by his uncle, Shaco moved his bones a few times, squinted his eyes to adapt to the brighter light, and walked to the training ground.
He was very familiar with throwing the knife in his hand into the throat of a human-shaped target within ten meters. The reason why it was ten meters was because he could not see anything clearly beyond ten meters.
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The sky hadn't completely turned bright yet. Before heading to the Blood Amber Orphanage, Lester saw Hector who came to him, and a 1.3-meter-three-meter boy wearing a black robe following the man.
The man was still a little surprised by this scene.
"Master, this is the child born to my sister... The child, his name is Sacco, and I have trained him into a qualified killer... Sacco, this is your master, and the master's name is 'Lester'
', you must serve the master all your life and remember this name with your soul."
The boy's knees sank, he knelt down on the ground, knocked his head hard on the stone bricks, and made a muffled sound in a strange tone.
"Master Leicester, please accept Sako's loyalty!"
Blood stains were reflected on the stone bricks, as if he had tasted Sacco's pain. Hector, who had already suppressed his smile, almost grinned again. The man bit his tongue and tightened it quickly in the smell of blood to prevent himself from doing anything in front of his master.
Discourteous gesture.
In his entire life, he would never smile in front of his sister and master, because his smile had become cruel to others.
