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There are desperate things happening in this world, the long alleys that no one cares about, the icy pond waterside after the rain, the lonely back of the old man in the twilight sunset......

He Xiao's summer was cold, the fierce despair stirred at the sensitive nerves, every inch of the fibers of the body slowly climbed up from the nerve endings, and the black insects like the sea rushed aimlessly to death.

So he felt the cold, the 60 trillion cells in his body trembled and shivered at the same time, He Xiao hugged his legs, squatted in the corner, and the weed-like hairline spread on the top of his dry head, and was buried deep between his knees.

People who are born with a keen mind are more miserable than anything else, because they have learned to think from birth, so they understand the nothingness, absurdity, and filth of the whole world better than the numb and ignorant masses.

He Xiao is such a person, he has been since birth. His birth and upbringing were full of ordinary, ordinary warm families, ordinary office workers' parents, however, this is also a sadness. That unique perspective or talent allowed him to see through the vanity behind these busy lives early, those endless crossroads, those laughter or crowded crowds, they are nothing.

Then the world distorted in his eyes, like an abstract painting, and everyone's expression lines became exaggerated, distorted, and full of postmodern joy in the style of oil painting, and He Xiao began to be unable to effectively distinguish the difference between people and people, which made his original perfunctory and negative communication an obstacle, so he lived alone and became more withdrawn.

When he was sixteen years old, He Xiao, who lived alone, saw pairs of sparrows rubbing each other's necks affectionately by the window, and felt lonely for no reason. He thought, 'I just need a partner.'"

After three years of hard work, He Xiao's wish finally came to fruition.

When he first came up with that idea, he rarely went out to catch some obscure passers-by and put them in the basement to accompany him through loneliness. But they are ugly and noisy by nature, always thinking of unrealistic things, and it doesn't take long for them to die.

After going through this repeatedly, He Xiao began to focus on some dead people who were not cremated and looked peaceful, however, this could not bring her a little comfort.

After going through the company of those living and dead, He Xiao finally decided to make one himself.

He put a lot of thought into it, and it took him long enough to draw the artwork. The rough embryo of the human being was kneaded out of clay, and it took a whole year to carve, color, and bake.

However, more than two years later, the puppet was made vividly—at least as He Xiao seemed to be, but it always lacked a trace of vitality—she was too quiet to say a word.

After waiting like this for half a year, He Xiao finally got tired of it again. He kicked the delicate pottery doll into the furnace and once again fell into a vortex of irritation.

When he finally came to his senses, the basement where He Xiao lived had become a mess, so he had no choice but to start changing his residence, which was also the first time he had changed his residence.

After infiltrating an attic with a layout similar to his original room, He Xiao successfully stayed.

By now, he couldn't remember what had happened to the original owner of the attic and their little daughter, it was all inconsequential, and years later, the originally cynical young man was digging into his rusty skull.

The new living environment needed to get used to, which seemed difficult for He Xiao, who hated the smell of lemonade mixed with the scent of gardenia flowers in the room, which was worse than despair.

With nothing to do, He Xiao was lonely again.

He summed up the experience of the previous few production partners, and found that the material selection must be not good, and the clay is too hard, which restricts the action of the partners.

With such an awareness, He Xiao acted again.

He was a perfectionist and pleasantly surprised by the choice of ingredients, so it wasn't long before he got some fresh human flesh.

This time, the process is accompanied by needles, threads, red-hot soldering irons, and red blood bags hanging from the drips. The result seemed to be a little better than before, and the little guy who was stitched together by the flesh and blood seemed to move slightly in a pool of blood, and then he didn't move again.

This had made He Xiao depressed for a long time, he sat in a pool of blood and thought about it all night, and in the confusion, he finally had a flash of inspiration.

He thinks that the reason why his former peers did not respond to his call was because of a lack of blood, which is like the relationship between parents and children, which good child is not squeezed out of the flesh and blood of parents.

Realizing this, He Xiao was ecstatic.

For the next three months, he devoted himself to cutting slices of meat from himself and storing them until they reached a certain amount that could be used to build up his companions. This process was really full of infinite joy, He Xiao watched these hopes swell in his palms little by little, swelling, and the joy in his heart overwhelmingly overshadowed the pain in his body.

I don't know if it's because the system is inherently special, mutated, or full of hope in my heart, in three months, He Xiao cut off 60 catties of meat from his body. Most of these flesh come from the lower abdomen, back, buttocks and inner thighs, white and red, which makes people happy to look at.

He Xiao originally planned to accumulate for a while to build a small partner, but time waited for no one, although the meat was frozen, the cell activity disappeared quickly, and he didn't want to wait.

There wasn't much new in the process of remaking his partner, but it made He Xiao feel surging, he didn't sleep, and he spent a week sculpting the body of his companion nervously, and then at the moment of returning to the furnace to shape, he felt the heart hidden under the twine and minced flesh beating strongly.

"Poof!"

"Poof! Poof!! ”

Then, the tattered suture that He Xiao later named Xiaoshan stood up crookedly, He Xiao rushed up ecstatically and hugged her, and then the bloody tattered thing turned its head with difficulty, opened its mouth with black thread stitching, Bai Sensen's tongue squirmed, as if to express something, and then suddenly, collapsed and fell into He Xiao's arms.

After the huge surprise and the hot enthusiasm of the moment, He Xiao stood in the middle of the basement in a daze, and the suture named Xiaodan slowly slipped from his arms like a rag to the ground.

"Why ......"

He seemed to be stunned by the change in front of him, his mouth opened and closed, and his pale lower lip trembled rapidly, as if questioning, but after a long time, there was no sound.

This unspeakable sorrow permeated the basement, as if there was substance, scattered into small particles in the sky, gathered into a fluttering black smoke.

In the center of the smoke and dust, He Xiao stood silently, he seemed to hate something grandiose, and he seemed to just stand simply.

The test benches, beds, sofas, and chairs in the basement were covered in layers of black dust, and the negative things turned into substance and seemed to break through the sky.

The crimson blood crawled silently on the dirty ground, and they snaked around the man's black leather shoes, and behind the red, the broken human body stitched with fine black twitched helplessly.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

"Wonderful!

Your Excellency is truly ingenious and an eye-opener. ”

In the quiet basement, an abrupt voice came out faintly, the voice sounded casual and flat, like the fluffy light of the beginning of autumn afternoon, lazy and sincere with a little uncertainty.

He Xiao turned around abruptly and looked in the direction of the sound source. He couldn't remember how long he had been alone in this basement, or how long he hadn't heard the sounds of people or the sound of birds.

But the voice did appear in the basement, in the sealed, locked claustrophobic chamber, and it sounded mysteriously.

After turning around, He Xiao saw the man in a white suit, sitting on a sofa covered with black dust. His eyebrows and eyes were like silk, and he looked elegant and charming, like the slightly open chest of a drunken noblewoman. Even with the abstract scenery in He Xiao's eyes, it is a rare and attractive image.

"Ahh......h

Oh yes, introduce yourself, despicable......

Griffith. ”

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……

That was the first time He Xiao saw Griffith, He Xiao didn't have a good impression of this guy who casually broke into his private territory, but he did bring a year of life to Xiao Dan - although the process was full of pseudo-logic, and He Xiao still signed the small silver scroll, he was really irrational.

Based on this, Zhi'en Tu repaid He Xiao with great mercy and did not kill Griffith. Well, in fact, Xiao Dan, who has just recovered from a serious illness, is also interceding for that poor young man, oh my Xiao Dan, you look as beautiful as a fairy......

After this, the guy who kept saying that he would ask for a price never appeared again, and this irrational man was as pathetic as an animal, and what kind of ignorance would have thought of asking him for payment.

"Sure enough, a pathetic man."

He Xiao sighed like this, he was really fed up with these vain and ignorant human beings. The man whose hair was almost gone, sparse and yellowish shook his head, and more than ten meters away, under the dim beige light, a body with pus and rot scrooked 'walked' over, her movements were a little ******, deformed and ghostly, but He Xiao, who was frowning and thinking, immediately smiled happily when he saw her figure, softened his expression, and trotted all the way to meet the past:

"Ah, dear Xiaodan, if you don't have a good rest, why are you running around again.

I know you're losing your temper when you don't see me for a second, it's nerve-wracking, and heck, I need a little bit of personal space too......"

The sound of getting farther and farther away resounded in the empty alleyway, gradually dimming, like a couple who are in love, with a strong affection, you and me.