"At least, you can prevent other people from killing people," the zombie stared straight ahead:
"That's life-saving."
Cohen smiled bitterly and did not answer.
"No," the person who spoke was Thales, which made Glover's desire to refute fade away: "Trust me, zombie."
"that is not."
Thales shook his head:
"Stop killing and save lives, they look alike."
Thales said quietly:
"There are also many people who say that as long as you kill the murderer before he kills him, it will be equivalent to saving the person who will be killed by him, and the problem will be solved."
"But trust me, Karen."
"Those are two different things."
"There is still a long way between the two."
Glover did not answer, but was deep in thought.
At this moment, Leyock's sneer came.
"Don't waste your kindness, young gentlemen,"
"No one in this world deserves or expects your salvation."
The brotherhood killer raised his hand and reached out to the surrounding dilapidated houses:
"Look: this is our life, it has always been this way, and it never needs to be changed—not to mention saved."
"Even superior people as arrogant as you can't save anyone."
Cohen's brows tightened.
"You know, I have a friend, a very good friend. She also grew up in a similar environment. When I asked her, she sneered and told me to give up," Cohen said dullly to Leyock:
"The world is like this. It is self-contained and has its own rules. It's good if I can just take care of myself."
"Recognize the rules, accept the rules, adapt to the rules, utilize the rules, and control the rules. Only in this way can the rules be rewritten in the future."
Thales clenched his fists. At that moment, what he thought of was the words of two people who were completely different but coincidentally said:
【Hold on to your sword, don't lose it.】
[What you have to do is not to make up for it, but to take control. It is not to stand on this high wall and sigh, but to lean on this high wall and ride the wind and waves.]
Cohen sighed.
"She always says this, and then she picks up the knife and kills the scum that I captured and released..."
Cohen reacted and shook his head knowing that he had made a mistake:
"Feel sorry."
"Your friend," Leyock said nonchalantly, as if this was his manpower criterion:
"She's right."
"At least."
The killer glanced at the security officer:
"Much more effective than your mother-in-law."
But Cohen shook his head.
"But the same thing," he said sadly, "she can kill people."
"But it can't save anyone."
"Me and her, we often quarrel about this."
Thales chuckled.
"Believe me, Cohen, the quarrel is not your fault," the young man raised his head and sighed:
"Even thousands of years from now, there will still be people quarreling about it."
Cohen shrugged.
"Maybe."
He sneered rather self-deprecatingly:
"So I don't know...don't know what to do."
“I once told my colleagues, bosses, and even my boss’s bosses about these troubles.”
"But every time, they patted me on the shoulder with tolerance and sympathy, telling me that they understood, because they were once just like me, as young, as passionate, as hard-working, and as... confused."
Cohen's tone darkened:
"Then, after a long time, when one day they come back, just, just..."
"Give up," Glover said hoarsely, "They gave up."
Cohen nodded unconsciously.
"Either they are accustomed to being indifferent, or they are taking advantage of others and colluding with others, or they are ignoring the matter as it has nothing to do with themselves, or they are self-centered and self-centered... Even if there are sporadic newcomers, they are still working hard day after day following the rules and regulations.
, returning without success and being thankless, being slowly assimilated, losing the original self..."
Leyock snorted coldly.
"It's unbelievable that these words were actually said by a young master who was born in a noble family and never worried about food, clothing, housing and transportation..."
He glanced at Cohen.
"I promise you, Qingpi," the Quiet Killer said lightly:
"If I want to kill you in the future, I will be sharper with my sword."
Cohen chuckled nonchalantly.
"If I kill you, I will leave your body intact," Glover said coldly on behalf of the security officer:
"For your guided tour."
Leyock responded coldly.
"I guess nothing matters anymore..."
Cohen sighed:
"Xihuan District, Xiacheng District, and Xichengmen, these are supposed to be my jurisdiction, and I should be the guardian here."
He raised his head haggardly and looked at the dirty road in front of him:
"But the truth is, they're like my nemesis."
"Swallow all my fantasies."
Glover pursed his lips and said nothing, while Leyock looked smug.
Thales looked at Cohen sadly.
"I want to bring about some changes," said Cohen, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists:
"but……"
His fist suddenly loosened, and he was completely lost.
"That fat man Maurice, and you, Your Highness, you made me understand that what I fight against is not just crime."
Cohen said in a daze:
"I don't know, I don't know if the things I do are of any use... Sometimes I wonder if I am really, as they say, just a fool who does useless work, a - a stupid police officer."
Thales looked at him unbearably, but didn't know how to comfort him.
"Even changing the position of a flower pot in the police hall," Cohen smiled, with a sad smile:
"There's nothing I can do."
Glover couldn't help but say:
"You are the eldest son of the Karabyan family. If you can't do it..."
"You're right," Cohen looked at him and shook his head with a wry smile:
"Because I am the heir to the Karabyan family."
"but……"
Cohen slowly lowered his head.
"I only have one sword and am alone."
The security officer looked at his family sword and sighed:
"But it has to face its own wounds."
"too difficult."
Thales also sighed.
"Do you remember the girl in the pharmacy?" the prince said softly:
"Yanni."
The three of them turned their heads.
"She only has one pair of hands," Thales lowered his head, looked at the increasingly uneven road under his feet, and counted the pits wholeheartedly:
"Just like you only have one sword."
"Who do you think is more difficult?"
Cohen was stunned.
But Thales didn't speak again, he just stared at the road under his feet.
This material, this feel, this... direction.
Getting closer.
A sense of familiarity and panic hit him at the same time, making him reluctant to look up.
But the journey eventually comes to an end.
"Here we are."
As if only a second had passed, Leyock's cold and lonely voice rang in his ears:
"This is an abandoned house."
"Beggars are usually here..."
Abandoned house.
Thales stopped his trembling abruptly and raised his head.
Familiar facades, familiar trenches, familiar rows of dilapidated houses...
Um?
Almost at the same time, the expressions of Cohen and Leyock also changed.
"strangeness."
Cohen looked at the rusty iron door of the abandoned house.
"What's wrong?" Glover was puzzled.
Cohen stepped through the iron gate and looked in front of him: inside and outside rows of old and dilapidated houses, many ragged and dirty people raised their heads and looked at them numbly.
The security officer frowned and said:
"It...there's someone in it."
Glover snorted:
"nonsense."
"No, no, no, you don't understand," Cohen explained: "In the past few years, I followed the team of the Police Department to sweep the abandoned houses. Every time, the abandoned houses were empty - the scum can always be moved in advance, including those who control them.
Countless street kids below - nothing to catch."
Cohen walked forward doubtfully:
"I just, I've never seen it look like it's lived in."
Thales followed his footsteps, frowning.
They walked on bad dirt roads and passed rows of stone houses that were in disrepair.
"They are all old, weak, sick and disabled."
Glover walked past a room and took a look inside:
"There are homeless people too - beggars too."
But Thales still frowned.
They turned a corner and walked on a road that was all too familiar to the young man: the eighth house, the fourteenth house, the second house...
Thales worked hard to adjust his breathing.
On the road, beside the door, under the eaves, there are naked and skinny poor people everywhere. They are sitting or lying down, and some hoarsely stretch out their hands to beg.
"No." Leyock kicked away a homeless man who reached out to touch his boots, and finally couldn't bear it any longer.
"The abandoned house is not right."
Glover turned his head in disdain:
"What's wrong with you?"
Leyock shook his head:
"I haven't come here much in the past few years, but..."
He looked around warily:
"The management of abandoned houses shouldn't be so lax, and..."
"According to convention, there should only be beggars and thugs here."
"And there shouldn't be so many homeless people - some of them aren't fraternities at all."
Glover still couldn't understand, but Cohen narrowed his eyes.
Only Thales, who looked at the abandoned house crowded with poor people, said nothing.
At this moment, a lazy voice came from a broken lounge chair next to him:
"Hey, if you guys want to rob, you've come to the wrong place."
Four people turned their heads: a man with the same sallow complexion and thin skin, who was described as pitiful, straightened up from the recliner and yawned:
"The abandoned house belongs to the Black Street Brotherhood..."
Layok's eyes moved:
"Mertesa?"
Hearing this name, the handsome man trembled.
He got up from the recliner, stared at the Silent Killer carefully, and finally called out the other person's name in a daze:
"Are you...Leyok?"
"Yes," Leyock recovered from his surprise:
"Why are you here?"
The expression of the man named Mertesa changed several times.
The next second, he stood up and turned around and left!
"Hey, wait!"
Leyock chased after him, but Thales and others were confused.
"who is he?"
"The guy who joined the fraternity in the same year as me, and another boss," Leyock gritted his teeth and chased after him:
"It's just that I haven't heard from him in a long time - Mertesa, stop!"
Mertesa's steps were limping and not neat.
"Get out! Stay away from me!" The man didn't even look back, but he retorted angrily.
Layok's eyes turned cold and he suddenly accelerated!
Boom!
With a muffled sound, Mertesa felt his feet stumble, then lost his balance and fell to the ground in pain.
"You forced me to do this," Leyock walked to him coldly, watching Mertesa turn over in embarrassment, "Now, tell me, why are you here -"
Layok's words were stagnant.
He saw Mertesa gritting his teeth and holding himself up with only his left hand.
But the opponent's other sleeve, where his right arm should be, is empty.
"See?"
Mertesa turned sideways to block his broken arm and said angrily:
"Of course I'm here, where else could I go!"
Only then did Thales and others rush to their side.
"what happens?"
Leyock looked at the opponent's sleeves, then looked at Mertesa's haggard and slovenly look, with a complicated expression:
"your hands?"
"What happened?" Mertesa seemed to be insulted, but he was not afraid of the Silent Killer at all. Instead, he shouted loudly:
"You did it on purpose, right?"
Glover and Cohen looked at each other, wondering what happened.
"What? What's the purpose?" Leyock asked in confusion.
Mertesa's breathing quickened, his eyes were red, and he stared at Leyock.
"six years ago!"
The man with a broken arm sat on the ground and said in pain:
"Hongfang Street, one night of war, remember?"
The familiar terms made Thales and Cohen's minds stir.
Leyock thought for a moment:
"Of course, we won."
"Yes, of course the Brotherhood won," Mertesa pulled at his empty sleeve tremblingly:
"But I lost."
Words filled with hate flowed out from the teeth of the man with the broken arm. He took a deep breath and turned his head away from them.
Leyock was silent.
"They said you were missing."
Mertesa snorted coldly:
"Yes, I am missing."
"Damn red hoods, and their damn big explosion - I was trapped under the rubble for three whole days, and it was the steelmen from the patrol who dug me out. When I woke up, I was in prison. I was not missing.
That’s it.”
big Bang.
Thales looked at Mertessa's right arm, which was broken at the shoulder level, with mixed emotions.
"They all said it was a miracle that I survived, but look at this..."
Mertesa sneered and shook his empty sleeves:
"When a gangster becomes like this, is there any difference between him and his death?"
Leyock raised his head and exhaled from his nose, not knowing what to think.
Mertesa gasped angrily, and the others were silent for a long time.
"Mertesa, what's going on here?" Leyock spoke again.
His tone became much calmer.
"What's wrong?" But Mertesa's words were very rude.
Lyok raised his head and saw the people around him either hiding behind the wall or hiding by the crack of the door, looking at them timidly:
"Abandoned house. Why are there suddenly so many homeless people here? Where are the people from the Brotherhood? And the beggars..."
Mertesa interrupted him impatiently:
"Don't you know? Aren't you from Morris? How could you not know?"
"I only care about killing people," Leyock lowered his head:
"Don't care about beggars."
Mertesa sneered disdainfully and became angry:
"That's right, you are Maurice's favorite after all. Look at your little round butt..."
Leyock sighed.
The next second, the Silent Killer's face turned cold and his arms moved!
Boom!
As Mertesa screamed, Leyock pulled his left arm hard and pushed the opponent's face to the ground.
"Listen, Mertesa, I'm not being polite to you because your butt is round."
The Silent Killer pulled out the blade from his waist with his other hand and said coldly:
"I'm not interested in your broken arm or your nonsense either."
"Now, answer my question, or I'll make you more symmetrical on both sides."
Cohen frowned, but Glover held him tightly and shook his head.
"Hahahaha," Mertesa seemed to be a tough guy. Although the pain was unbearable, he looked back at Leyock with hatred and two words popped out between his teeth:
"Fuck you."
Layok's expression turned cold and he pressed Mertesa's face into the soil.
At this moment.
"Murdy?"
An old and soft female voice came from the dilapidated house next to it.
Mertesa shuddered!
"Murdy? Where are you?"
Everyone saw a stooped old woman walking out of the door tremblingly, leaning on a branch.
She tried her best to stretch her hands into the void, her eyes were confused and abnormally pale.
"Murdy, I can't find our cauldron. The one with less rust and only two holes... I'm afraid it was stolen by the sixth house again..."
House Six.
Thales was in a daze for a while.
Until the old woman's tapping of a tree branch brought him back to reality...
"Mom, go back!"
Mertesa struggled to free his mouth from the soil and shouted anxiously:
"Now!"
Leyock looked at Mertesa beneath him in surprise, and then looked up at the old woman.
When Thales saw the old woman's appearance, his expression also changed.
"But we still have to hold water for cooking, and there is no container..." The old woman, whose eyes were completely white, stretched out her hand in confusion, turned her head this way, and listened carefully:
"Murdy? What are you doing, who is with you -"
The old woman was speechless.
"Damn."
She turned her pale eyes in Leyoke's direction, and her face became cold.
"No matter who you are," at that moment, the old woman looked calm and calm:
"We have no money."
Mertesa struggled even harder, but with one arm missing, he was unable to resist in front of Leyock.
Leyock just looked at the old woman in front of him doubtfully.
"Look at Murdie, not only has he lost his right hand, but the right half of his body is not very flexible," the old woman sighed:
“How else can I make money?”
"You can't get anything."
Leyock was silent.
But the old woman's words seemed to offend her son.
"Damn it, Mom!"
Mertesa's face was full of humiliation:
"Shut up and go back inside!"
But the old woman turned a deaf ear to Mertesa's words, and instead calmly said in the direction of Leyock:
"If that doesn't stop you."
"I, an old woman, have a little friendship with people from the fraternity, and Murdy is also a member of the fraternity. If there is blood, the scene will not be pretty."
After a few seconds, Leyock silently put away his weapon and let go of Mertesa.
He looked at the old woman and his tone became much better:
"Aunt Bess, you...your eyes, are they blind?"
"Blind? Ha!" The old woman opened her eyes with confusion, as if she had heard some big joke:
"My ears are good enough to tell that there are four of you - three of them armed."
The old woman's words stopped short.
"Wait a minute, you know my name... so you're some brat from the club?"
Leyock sighed.
"Don't worry, I'm just passing by," Leyock stared at the blind old woman Beth, lowering his head in despair:
"Let's see an old friend."
But the old woman named Beth ignored him and asked her son:
"Murdy?"
"I'm fine, Mom!" Mertesa, who had escaped from trouble, sat on the ground and gasped angrily:
"I told you, just get back here right now!"
The old woman sneered.
"Maybe I'm not your biological mother, Murdie, maybe I still need to rely on you to remind me now so that I won't trip on the steps."
The next second, Beth's branch struck the ground hard, and her voice suddenly rose:
"But at least, when you were a crying little kid, I didn't let you freeze to death on the road or suffocate to death in the sewer, so you fucking bastard son of a bitch, give me the fuck.
——Be respectful!”
The old woman's fierce roar made people shudder.
Mertesa rubbed his forehead painfully, feeling helpless and uncomfortable.
"Ahhhh..."
Mertesa gave up her desire to talk back to her mother and sighed:
"Okay, I'll talk to the guy in House No. 6 about the broken pot! Now, please, go back to the house!"
Thales and others looked at each other.
"Okay, okay," Beth responded with the characteristic weakness of an old woman. She stooped and turned around with a murmur: "Brotherhood, brotherhood, ha."
"How much more do we owe them? That Tiansha's black sword..."
"Mom!" Mertesa started roaring again.
Beth hummed softly and stretched out the branch to explore the way:
"Then you should reminisce about old times. After all, this may be the last time we see each other."
"The last time? What?"
Leyock glanced at Mertesa's disabled body:
"Is he terminally ill?"
Beth touched the earth wall tremblingly: "No, I mean you."
"If you join a brotherhood, you won't live long."
Leyock stared at Beth steadily.
"Mom!" Mertesa shouted angrily for the unknown number of times.
But at the same time, there was another voice:
"Old woman!"
Beth's figure froze.
The old woman turned around slowly with an interesting expression: "Ah, a young voice, crisp, powerful, and still changing."
"At most fifteen years old."
Thales walked forward and stared closely at the old woman:
"You said your name is Beth?"
The blind old woman turned her head and took a few sniffs in the direction of Thales:
"It smells noble, but it has a familiar feeling, and it also has a bit of powdery smell. Why, you just came back from Hongfang Street?"
But Thales ignored her words.
"You said you were from the fraternity," Thales stared at Beth's face:
"Why have I never heard of you?"
Beth opened her mouth and smiled dumbly.
"Maybe because you don't have any hair down there yet?"
Glover and Cohen looked strange.
The old woman's expression immediately became stern, and she raised her voice in Thales' direction:
"And your little cock is still as limp as a caterpillar, unable to get hard on its own?"
"Impolite little brat?"
Mertesa said painfully:
"Mom! That's enough!"
Beth snorted coldly, her white eyes were lifeless, but it made people feel chills running down their spines.
"Baby, go find Maurice in this neighborhood and ask him: Have you heard of Bess, the Black-Hearted Widow!"
"Ask the other ungrateful bastards in the Brotherhood how many of them I haven't spanked!"
Thales was silent.
"I see."
He looked at Beth's face quietly, looking for flashes of memories from his childhood, and grinned:
"Thank you, I will remember it."
"Mother Beth."
Thales repeated Leyock's call.
"It's best not to," the old woman said coldly without any appreciation:
"Old lady, I'd rather be cleaner."
She slowly but skillfully stepped over the pit in the ground and disappeared behind the wall, leaving only a fierce voice:
"Murdy, don't forget the pot!"
Thales watched the old woman leave quietly, as if he had returned to the beginning.
The moment when he remembered the events of this life for the first time.
[Look at you, little brat, you’re crying, damn it, why aren’t you crying...Don’t be a fool...No, it’s better to be a fool, I can worry less...]
At that time, the other party's voice was not so old, but it was as rough and harsh as it is now.
[You have to call me Aunt Bess, Auntie, do you understand? Even if you become successful in the future, I will still be the one who raised you! You little bastard of the God of Heaven, I hope Hades will take you in soon and cause less trouble...
…]
At that time, Aunt Bess's face was full of disgust, but also had a hint of awe.
[Okay, Thales, this is your name... Don't mind it, I know it doesn't sound good, but I didn't choose it... It doesn't matter, if I raise you until you are old enough, I will be relieved and avoid nightmares all day long...
…]
At that time, the fraternity's nursery was dark, cramped, damp and crude.
[Okay, okay, take him away quickly, I don’t want to see him again in this life... Why? Haha, you don’t believe me even if I say it, but, he is destined to cause a big mess...]
[A monster calf born from a monster...]
At that moment, Thales opened his eyes and buried all the clear or fuzzy fragments deep in his heart.
There is still one chapter left, which should be finished around 12:30.