"Do you believe in God?" Someone asked him. If it were in the past, he would be the first one not to believe.
If there is a god in the world, why would he be reduced to this?
But it's different now.
Sakurai Akira stared blankly at the man in front of him. He stood under the light, and a halo dyed him into a majestic color like a god.
Sakurai Akira met his own God on his twenty-third birthday.
The same life in the future that can be seen all the way to the end seems to have undergone a small or large deflection with the arrival of this man.
Akira Sakurai works as a janitor at a missionary school and is also a graduate of that school. The school is located in the mountains of Kobe, surrounded by thick stone walls with electrified barbed wire on all sides.
A brave child once wrapped himself in insulation cloth and grabbed the barbed wire fence, successfully scaling the wall and escaping from the campus. However, he then got lost in the mountains and was already thirsty and dehydrated when he was found by the rescue team.
That school is a "caring school."
The objects of care are those children who have been rejected by other schools, such as Akira Sakurai, who are judged to have "violent tendencies." The nuns will kiss the children's foreheads every night before going to bed, and then the powerful guards will tighten the iron gates.
Winding lock.
When Akira Sakurai was a child, she often sat in the middle of the playground and looked up at the sky, but when she raised her head, she always saw the same square sky.
He sat on the lawn and named every cloud in the sky. However, the clouds with names disappeared the next day, leaving him still sitting on the lawn.
School education stopped in high school, but no university would accept students like them, so Sakurai Akira was hired internally as a school worker.
He has his own single dormitory, but he still cannot leave the campus. Guards still lock the iron door of his dormitory before going to bed every night. The doctor said that his violent tendencies have not been cured and that he will be a problem for society if he lives in society.
Sakurai Akira knew the real reason why he was sent to the Care School, and that was because of his blood.
He comes from the mysterious Sakurai family, a family that has inherited dragon blood since ancient times. When he was five years old, his elders gave Sakurai Akira a pedigree assessment. He was judged to be born with a flaw in his bloodline, and he was likely to go berserk at any time.
He was quickly taken away from his home and sent to a missionary school in the mountains. The biggest benefactor of this school was his family. His parents never saw him again. Instead, he was replaced by a man in black clothes like this.
man.
Every year on his birthday, a man in black would visit him as a parent. They wore elegant black suits with gorgeous and ferocious pictures of ghosts and gods drawn on the lining of the suits.
Sakurai knew that these men were the so-called law enforcers. In this country, every mixed race was under the supervision of law enforcers, who maintained the order of mixed race society in the shadows.
Some of the law enforcers seemed carefree and easy to chat with, some were modest and gentle, and would even bring yaki confectionery and carp streamers to Sakurai Akira, while others were so majestic that people dared not look directly at him.
But in the eyes of Akira Sakurai, there is no difference between them. When necessary, law enforcement officers, whether kind or dignified, will ruthlessly execute dangerous targets like Akira Sakurai.
Every law enforcement officer will have the same question as Akira Sakurai... Do you suddenly get excited and can't control yourself? Have you fallen in love with any female classmates, do you care? Does it happen every night or irregularly? Do you feel that there is anything annoying around you?
person? Do you want to kill him?
Every question is like a sharp scalpel. Sakurai Akira must be cut into thin slices and carefully observed with a microscope.
Akira Sakurai never thought of resisting. The bloodline of law enforcement officers is stronger and more stable than Akira Sakurai, so they are law enforcement officers and Akira Sakurai is a prisoner.
Sakurai Akira inherited only "junk blood" from his parents, while the law enforcers inherited "elite blood".
Junk bloodlines increase the risk of going berserk, while elite bloodlines give hybrids unparalleled abilities.
The law enforcement officer asked questions while checking the score sheet, and the score sheet and physical examination results were faxed back to his home.
If Akira Sakurai's file is marked with a green or yellow color mark, it will be considered passed today. If it is orange, the monitoring will be strengthened. If it is marked with a red mark... Sakurai Akira does not know the consequences and does not want to know.
In every evaluation, Akira Sakurai's color code is green, which means that he is safe. The law enforcement officer comforted him and said that if he could maintain the status quo until he was forty, he would be free. The law enforcement officer would no longer question him through tempered glass.
, only visits his home once a year.
Forty years old? But who else is willing to start a family with him at the age of forty? The forty-year-old Sakurai Akira has no talents. He has never left the school in the mountains and is aging before he has time to grow up.
Uncle, and a lonely man with no relatives.
On his twenty-third birthday, after the law enforcement officers left, Akira Sakurai stood in the shower room and rinsed his body with the coldest water.
"Do you believe in God?" That night, a man suddenly appeared in his room.
The man was wearing a black suit and was sitting lazily on a chair. Just when Sakurai Akira wanted to see him clearly, the lights in the hall suddenly went out, and the guards behind him seemed completely unaware.
Only the small incandescent lamp in his room emitted a dazzling light above the man's head.
The god was hidden in the shadows, and Sakurai Akira couldn't see his face clearly.
"I believe..." Sakurai Akira said softly.
"Are you willing to end your life like this?" God said. His voice seemed to come from a very far away place. It was so gentle, but his majesty was even greater than that of the law enforcer.
He was simply sitting there, but he seemed to be sitting on a throne.
"No...I don't want to!" Akira Sakurai replied subconsciously, "I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Then take out your soul and make a deal with me." The man smiled coldly, and the gentleness in his pair of red-gold boys was no longer the same, but was replaced by an unspeakable violence.
Soul…deal…
Sakurai Akira couldn't help but have a question in his mind: Is he really a god? Or is he a devil crawling out of the depths of hell? Would any god propose conditions for trading with his soul as a bargaining chip?
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! It doesn't matter, at this moment the man appears in front of Sakurai Akira, the man is Sakurai Akira's god, Sakurai Akira once made a wish, if anyone can make him
If he pulls out this life with an end in sight, then he can do anything for that person.
"I do..." Sakurai Akira said softly.
"Very good." The smile on the man's lips became wider, and he stretched out a hand.
Akira Sakurai put his palm on it, and at that moment, he felt that something was missing and something was added to his body.
"From now on, you will be my tool." The man took back his hand, stood up, and looked at him condescendingly, "I don't like tools that don't listen to me. Can you understand?"
"Yes, I understand." Sakurai Akira knelt down on one knee, "I will definitely become a useful tool to you."
"Very good." The man nodded, "You will continue to stay here until you get my next instructions."
"Yes." Akira Sakurai said, trembling and no longer daring to raise her head to look into the man's eyes.
God slowly left him, the lights came on again, and everything seemed like a dream.
I don't know how long it took, but Sakurai Akira lay on the bed and looked at his hands.
"Is this a dream?" He murmured to himself. The night was so quiet, as if even the owl had fallen asleep.
No! It’s not a dream!
In the darkness, Akira Sakurai's boy's hole suddenly lit up and burned, even the blood all over his body was burning.
Sakurai Akira didn't know what that man did in his body, but his bloodline was obviously awakened, and it was extremely stable. Every cell in his body seemed to wake up from a deep sleep, and power surged through his blood vessels.
Flowing like a tidal wave.
Sometimes he suddenly wakes up from his dream, looks up at the bright moon outside the iron window, and feels that he is standing at the center of the world and the master of everything.
Just like what the man under the light promised, Akira Sakurai got what he dreamed of...confidence, strength and a life of his own.
"God, have you heard my prayer?" He prayed to God countless times, hoping that God would take care of him again, even just a little bit. He wanted to do something for God.
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"Mingjun, what are you writing?" The woman leaned down and asked him, pulling her hair around her ears with a gentle and gentle movement.
"My own novel." Sakurai Akira said, slightly covering the notebook on the table. He didn't want Nami to see what he wrote, because it was really childish, as childish as a fairy tale written by an elementary school student.
Nami, twenty-nine years old, used to be Sakurai Akira's teacher. Sakurai Akira was very attracted to Nami when he was a student. She was the most beautiful woman he could ever see.
But he was so far away from Nami, so far that he couldn't reach him. The only thing he could do was to make trouble as much as possible and make Nami scold him angrily.
After becoming a school worker, Akira Sakurai never thought about getting close to Nami, let alone possessing her. He would always be just a naive child in front of Nami.
"It's okay, you can show me, the teacher won't laugh at you." Nami smiled. Although Sakurai Akira has graduated a long time ago, she is still used to calling herself teacher in front of him.
Akira Sakurai was a little shy and handed the notebook to Nami.
"Come on, let's go out and watch in the sunshine." Nami took his hand and started running.
It's a nice day today, the sun is shining brightly outside, and I feel the softness of my hand... Nami's hand is much smaller than his. At this moment, it's more like he is holding Nami than Nami is holding him. Sakurai Akira feels moved in her heart.
He had spent many years fantasizing about his love with his female teacher.
And Nami is indeed a good teacher. Sometimes she gets so angry that she scolds Sakurai Akira for his stubbornness, but after scolding him, she will take Sakurai Akira to the teaching and research room, patiently tell him words of encouragement in the sunset, and gently
Touch the top of his head.
After Sakurai Akira graduated and became a school janitor, Nami was the first person among the volunteers to greet him. Nami brought him a lunch box as a gift for his first day at work. The lunch box was very steamy.
Good custard and plum rice.
At lunch time that day, Nami sat across from him, smiling as she watched him devouring the bento he made.
"Do you like to eat?" Nami asked him.
"Yeah! I like it!" Akira Sakurai said, and the bento had already been swept away by him.
"Teacher, will you cook it for you more often?" Nami tilted her head. Although she was almost thirty years old, some of her inadvertent behaviors were like a little girl.
She has always been an innocent and kind-hearted woman, Sakurai Akira sometimes thinks, but it is true that other women would never think of volunteering in this Shangougou school. Only women who are romantic enough would do this.
.
Therefore, Sakurai Akira's admiration also contains a trace of respect. He hopes that Nami can live innocently and happily like this, with all the beauty of life, and does not have to be like him, who can only look up behind the bars every night in the dead of night.
The bright moon in.
"Can...is it okay?" Akira Sakurai stammered.
"Of course." Nami raised her little fist again, "It's just enough food for one more person. Teacher is very good at cooking."
So to this day, Nami will often bring him a lunch made by herself.
"Isn't this well written?" Nami squinted her eyes and finished reading.
Her side face was reflected in the sunlight, exuding a soft brilliance, but in Sakurai Akira's eyes, even the sunlight paled in comparison to her side face.
Is it possible for me to be with her now?
It's better not to be so sentimental, Sakurai Akira thought, maybe she already has a boyfriend, maybe even married and has children. It is completely normal for a twenty-nine-year-old woman to get married and have children.
thing.
"Hey, Samurai Sakurai Akira." Nami nodded at him with her finger, "Are you listening to the teacher?"
"Arrived!" Sakurai Akira shouted excitedly.
In the past, Nami would always point her finger at his head when he was distracted in class.
"I said, your notebook is obviously very well written." Nami closed the notebook, "Why don't you show it to the teacher? The teacher might be able to help you refer to it and give you some ideas."
"Uh... I think it's too childish..." Akira Sakurai said dryly.
"No." Nami shook her head, "Look, the protagonist in the story is also named Sakurai Akira. He is a chivalrous and righteous samurai. Wherever he goes, all ugliness is eliminated, leaving behind happiness and perfection... This
It represents the beauty in your heart, and isn’t a story just about writing out what’s in your heart?”
"Such a wise man is so handsome!" Nami stuffed the notebook into his arms.
Damn it, how should I answer this? Akira Sakurai thought, this dialogue pattern is like a Japanese drama from the 1980s, where a beautiful female teacher encourages autistic students? What kind of bloody plot?
At this time, Sakurai Akira remembered that he had rarely talked to girls in his life. The only way he understood the outside world was to watch Japanese dramas and stare blankly at the screen in that single dormitory during the long nights.
He didn't think he was really handsome in her mind. Maybe it was just a word of encouragement from Nami. People like him couldn't talk about the word "handsome", let alone deserve it.
"I like Akira like this very much..." Nami said softly, turning her head slightly to glance at Sakurai Akira's face.