"I wish you stayed with me, I'm afraid of death, brother, brother? ”

Sean Morrison woke up from a nightmare again, no, maybe maybe a sweet dream.

After all, for a person who has no past, the only remaining memory is a younger brother who doesn't even know his name or even his appearance, and the promise that echoes in the warm sewers.

Sean didn't even know what happened after that, because his memory began with a white bed, wrapped in white gauze, and a white angel who took care of him, yes, an angel.

Her name is Anna Morrison, a beautiful angel who lost her husband at an early age and a child in middle age.

Sean, who woke up and leaned on the head of the bed, looked at the crimson moonlight that was faintly printed on the curtains, and very quickly put the new cigarette in his mouth, and the faint light of the sudden rise of the match illuminated the whole room.

The room is not large, and there is no ornate carpet, a simple wooden bed is placed horizontally by the window, a Gothic wardrobe that is more in line with the current fashion, and a bookcase that occupies nearly half of the room, neatly arranged with all kinds of books, and a desk stacked with messy stacks in the middle.

Slowly exhaling the smoke that was inhaled into his lungs, watching the misty clouds disperse, Sean shook the match that was about to burn out in his hand and threw it on the ground, casually turned on the gas lamp located next to the bed, the bright light instantly expelled the shadows of the room, looked up at the wall clock that had pointed to six o'clock in the morning, and got up and walked to the desk full of file bags and photos in his pajamas.

Sean, who was sitting on the chair, opened the drawer on the left side of the desk, took out a notebook with a black cover, and slowly opened it, only to see that the notebook was messily recording Sean's own dreams and some guesses.

Picked up the pen on the desk and added content to the notebook while recalling: "In the year 435 of the imperial calendar, on February 13, one month and twenty-three days after the last red moon fell, the dream appeared again, and the content still did not change, combined with the scars on my body at that time and the person '3125', 3125, 3125..."

Sean, who repeated the number, muttered quietly: "The more I think about it, the more I think this person is suspicious, using numbers as the name? If you run away, you will be hunted down to death, then my brother and I should have escaped from the training camp of some killer or dead soldier." ”

Sean shook off the ashes of his cigarette and analyzed from his dream that the reason why I had the intention of escaping was because there was a wonderful world outside that 3125 described to me, but how could he, who is also a 'killer' trainee, know about the outside?

Taking a deep puff of cigarette and continuing to think, his brows furrowed, remembering that there was no information about this person in his memory, either he died together on the way to escape, or I was just a pawn used to explore the way.

"Demons, hounds, them. ”

Sean looked at the words that had been circled on his notebook, and secretly pondered: "First of all, demons and hounds are easy to understand, but in the dream, my brother used 'they' instead of 'them'?"

Grammatical errors?

But I remember Anna saying that the injuries on my body were strange, in addition to gunshot wounds and general bruises, there were also strange fire burns and unexplained fractures.

Olfaction?

It seems that the world is not as simple as it seems.

In addition, Anna found me by the creek in Dirk Town, and it seems that my brother did not distract them, but he threw me into the sewage to save me, and he was taken away by the so-called 'demons'.

"My stupid brother, I don't know if you're saving me or killing me, hehe. Smiling and smiling, Sean's expression lowered in a blink of an eye, and he turned his head to look at the last ray of moonlight by the window and disappear, and the light of dawn had already sprinkled to the earth, and muttered: "If you are still alive, then we will probably be enemies when we meet." 'Killing machine', but I'll find you, that's our agreement. ”

Sean, who put the notebook away and put it back in its place, turned his head to look at the wall clock when the minute hand reached forty-five, and then got up and strode away from the desk and strode to the bathroom.

Through the sunlight outside the window, Sean's own figure was printed in the mirror, with a muscular but not bloated figure, a fair and handsome face, a high nose bridge and a pair of bright brown eyes, just puffy eye bags, and listless black hair, all of which showed the physical exhaustion of his owner.

"Next time, I won't take this kind of work again, it's simply not done by people. Looking at Sean, who looked decadent in the mirror, he couldn't help but secretly decide.

However, knowing that he didn't have much time to hold self-grievances, Sean cleaned himself in a few moments, changed into a white shirt, dark gray horse jacket and black trousers, tied a black tie, and put on a windbreaker-style jacket of the same color, and walked out of his room.

"Crunch"

The door that had just been closed was immediately opened by Sean, and he walked straight to the messy desk with a blank face, sorted out the information and photos on it, put it in a file bag, and left the room step by step.

Sean, who had just walked down the stairs, heard the hustle and bustle of the kitchen and said listlessly, "Good morning, Mrs. Morrison." ”

After a while, Anna in the kitchen came out of the kitchen with a breakfast of sandwiches, eggs and milk, and looked at Sean in silence with green eyes for a while before she slowly spoke: "You should call me mother, even if it is an adoptive mother, I am also your mother." Also, if you have insomnia at night, go to the restaurant and drink a cup of soothing tea. ”

Sean looked at the cup of tea on the dining room table that had already cooled, and his heart warmed up, but the corners of his mouth twitched: "Anna, I don't think that adding some unknown green plants to the tea will give me a good dream? Maybe a cup of black tea is better." ”

Anna put the breakfast in her hand on the table, and took the cold teacup with her hand, and interrupted with a frown: "Don't forget, it was these unknown green plants that snatched you back from the hands of death, and this is the knowledge that my grandfather left me, you will have to inherit it in the future, remember that every herb is a gift from the goddess of nature, and it is a sacred relic given by the goddess to people to fight against disease and evil..."

Sean looked at Anna, who was about to babble and spread the teachings, raised his hand and pointed to the wall clock on the wall, ready to quickly wipe out the breakfast on the table, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Ms. Anna, I am very grateful to the goddess of nature for giving me a new lease of life, but if I am late today, you must be prepared to make a living from the goddess's gifts... Ahem, ahem..."

"Sean, as a gentleman, is forbidden to speak at mealtime. Looking at Sean, who was choking on food, Anna said angrily as she handed over the milk on the table.

Sean, who opened the milk hard, swallowed the food stuck in his esophagus, glanced at Anna resentfully, and said, "Yes, yes, yes, you're right." By the way, Anna, I'm going to hire a maid. ”

"Why?" Anna didn't think about it at all.

Sean, who had swallowed the last bit of food at this time, said unhurriedly: "I think you should spend more time enjoying life now, rather than on these indifferent chores, such as going to have afternoon tea with Mrs. Merry next door or going to the theater together." ”

"I think we should be a little more frugal, Sean, after all..."

"Believe me, Anna, our lives will be fine. Saying that, Sean hugged Anna gently, and then said, "I'll go out to work first, let's invite Mrs. Merry and her family to be guests this weekend, after all, we've been moving here for a month." ”

Anna nodded a little unexpectedly, hugged Sean with a smile on her face and said, "Okay, I'm proud of you, kid." ”

"Me too, Mom. ”

After saying that, Sean picked up the file bag on the dining table and left the door, and the closed door opened again, and under Anna's eyes, Sean could only sneakily steal his own semi-circular top hat and cane on the coat rack by the door.

Sean, who put his top hat on his head, walked down the steps of the door step by step, showed his brightest smile to the newborn sun, and said silently: "The promised steam capital." ”