Neighbors thought he could be saved while his mother was still alive, but after the mutiny, they gave up trying to save Wenger.
After all, no matter whether you insult or praise someone in a cesspit, they will only return a disgusting stench.
However, in the eyes of his colleagues and superiors, there is no employee more qualified than Wenger. He is determined, not afraid of danger, and never flinches. Danger cannot stop him from completing his mission, and death cannot stop him from saving his companions. "Wenger is not afraid of death."
This title is the consensus of everyone who does the dirty work for the shelter.
Neighbors can't stand these shortcomings, but colleagues can. No one doesn't like a companion who is trustworthy and will risk everything to save himself. Compared with this, his shortcomings are just trivial "little quirks".
Just get used to it.
For example, the boss of the scavenger department, Lou Chandler.
bang bang bang
After a quick knock on the door, the wooden door was pushed straight open.
Lo Chandler, who was reading notes in front of the blinds, was startled by Wenger: "Speak before you knock on the door. I've said it many times!"
"Are you so afraid of uninvited guests that your cow-pee-filled head is frightened?" Wenger burst into the office wearing tanned leather armor covered with scratches.
"Your bonus this week." Lou Chandler reluctantly put down his notes, opened the drawer, counted out a few shillings, and pushed them in front of Wenger.
"Our farmer is finally willing to feed the sheep some fodder, so is it time to send the sheep to the slaughterhouse?" Wenger cleared his throat and spat on the beloved cashmere doll on Lou Chandler's desk.
The one above was a gift knitted by his deceased daughter.
"You... get the fuck out of here! Before I want to kill you!"
Lou Chandler's roar echoed in the Scavenger Company, and the clerks downstairs subconsciously raised their heads, then looked at each other, and continued working carelessly.
As expected, Wenger appeared on the second floor and left the company.
Lou Chandler rubbed his brows with a headache and sat back on the wooden chair. He looked at the cashmere doll stained with dirty phlegm, and the focus of his eyes gradually fell on the closed door.
No one knows why Wenger is so mean.
In the afternoon, Wenger appeared at the Holy Light Church carrying a sack.
The church, which is made of wooden boards, iron sheets and stones, is like a shack in a slum. The cemetery is crooked with tombstones and homeless people. There are no benches in the church, only drafty windows and makeshift beds covered with mattresses.
residence.
This church does not have the dignity and divinity that a church should have.
The arrival of Wenger broke all this.
"Lord, I'm here to see the slut born of a bitch like you."
His voice attracted the attention of the homeless people, or maybe it was the sack on his back. However, these homeless people with broken limbs or deformities obviously couldn't beat Wenger, and he drove them away fiercely.
"You can't go to heaven like this."
An old priest wearing a patchwork uniform greeted Wenger and entered the church with him.
The children, who were gathering together like young sheep to keep warm, spontaneously came over, and Wenger also threw away the sack, letting the dried meat roll out from the open mouth of the sack, and carried it to the children lined up by the old priest.
"This is yours, you bitch raised by a whore."
A little boy wrapped in a skirt picked up dried meat with footprints on it.
"And you, three-legged toad."
The girl with deformed calves at the knees silently picked up the dried meat.
"Not taller than Rumpelstiltskin and funny balloons."
The oldest boy here, who is only a few dozen centimeters tall, picks up two pieces of dried meat while carrying a child with a normal head but a limb the size of a wine bottle.
These poor little monsters took the dried meat out of the gradually drying up sacks amidst the scoldings.
"Where did the ridiculous monster with two genitals go?" Wenger asked the priest when only one piece was left.
"She was afraid of your dirty words and hid."
"...The little monster whose courage was eaten by the night devil." After a slight silence, Wenger kicked the last piece of dried meat and the sack to the priest.
"Why are you so contradictory? Wenger?" The priest suddenly looked at Wenger's back and asked in confusion: "What you do is like a torch in the dark, but your words smash it into pieces."
"None of your business, you old goat who likes having kids fuck your ass."
Wenger walked away without looking back.
He returned to his dormitory and started today's operations with his colleagues. Compared with outsiders, these soldiers were not stingy about interacting with Wenger, although they would always receive vicious insults.
This operation was to deal with an infected house in the shelter. They sealed the people inside in the room as usual, and then waited outside for the decontamination to complete.
During the meal, a careless colleague forgot to bring food. Wenger handed him a piece, but he was rejected again.
"No... no need."
There is another title behind "Wenger who is not afraid of death": the man-eating demon.
Normally, the house would be purified in the afternoon, but this time some unexpected and terrifying ghosts suddenly rushed out of the house, tearing two soldiers who were napping outside into several pieces on the spot, and then attacked the starving colleague next to Wenger.
Ge stepped in and saved part of his body.
The resentful spirit caught Wenger, who was the only one left in the moment, and did not rush to kill him, but slowly tore his limbs apart, letting the pain tear him apart.
Wenger let out a scream and glared at the resentful spirit with hatred with his bloodshot eyes, but did not yell any obscene words as expected.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
The resentful spirit couldn't help but be curious. It saw only hatred and hysterical madness in this human's eyes.
"When I die, it's you who should be afraid."
Wenger bit his tongue and opened his bloody teeth, as terrifying as a monster.
The resentful spirit was frightened by Wenger's ferocity, so he chose to let him go and disappeared.
In the evening of the same day, Wenger was discovered by nearby residents with his limbs torn off, and the story spread. This brought some legend to Wenger, and even the public's dislike of him disappeared a lot. When talking about him, people would only
Said: "Look, that guy is so ferocious that even evil spirits are afraid of him. It's normal for us to stay away from him."
Wenger was also gradually entrusted with important responsibilities, sweeper captain, then team leader, and then succeeded Lo Chandler as sweeper leader.
The shelter gradually withered because no more survivors escaped and there were not enough children. The residents would be replaced every few years. Wenger also changed from a young man to a middle-aged man. The only thing that remained unchanged was his temper.
Then tragedy struck unexpectedly one day
An evil spirit entered the shelter disguised as a human. Wenger didn't see through it, but he just happened to scold it.
This was the most inconspicuous thing in Wenger's life, but it became the last thing he did. As he was walking, his head suddenly slipped from his neck.
…
Wenger stood at the door and looked at his weak adoptive mother holding his young self in the shack.
"We will never meet. I have done many bad things... God will not accept me." She murmured softly: "But you are different. You are destined to ascend to heaven, my child."
The mother didn't see the determination on the child's tender face.