"I think I've found the location of the base ship that 'Thorn Paradise' left here all those years ago. ”

The nightingale shook a flickering green cursor on the mapboard, and Helo thought that the small bright spot looked like a beast's eye hidden in the shadows, peering at them eerily.

Under this strange conjecture, he seemed to see another silhouette in the shadow behind the lone wolf, writhing and coiling, staring at her, and he subconsciously shouted: "Watch behind you!" ”

The two pulled out their laser guns and took a defensive posture and turned back. The searchlight shone behind them, and there was nothing but the unrecognizable hull of the ship embedded in the sand, and the clusters of broken cables hung in the air like dense vines, intertwining into eeriely shaped shadows.

"Suspicious, baby!"

Ando pressed the shoulders of the highly tense youth and forced him to sit down.

"Most of Sayero's warships were attacked by the enemy. Free planets are full of wandering interstellar pirates who can do anything for readiness and territory, including the use of biological weapons - you know how terrifying the destructive power of beasts infected with alien viruses is. But Sayero is different, he can deal with those. ”

With that, the man leaned over and picked up the remote control that had fallen to the ground, his muscular shoulder muscles stretched and tensed, and the scar that ran across his abdomen from his shoulder seemed to be even more terrifying.

The person who spoke was the oldest mercenary in the team, Gu Kun, a Southeast Asian in his thirties, who is said to have participated in World War III like Sayaro, and who had galloped across the battlefields of Vietnam. After the end of the war, he was recruited into the "Thorn Paradise", and worked with his former enemies for the interstellar black market trade.

Helo glanced at it for a few moments and then subconsciously looked away, leaning back in his chair in confusion, a sour taste on his chest for no apparent reason.

Even Gu Kun knows the real Sayaro better than he does.

Both were born as mercenaries, and Gu Kun and Sayero have some similarities that Helo can't say, perhaps because they have experienced the baptism of war and make them decisive in handling things, and they are often unreasonable.

"The real you I know are all pieced together from other people's mouths after I lost you, how can I be willing, brother?" Helo lamented in his heart, picked up the coffee on the table and poured a large sip, forcing himself to swallow the bitter liquid to extinguish the fire in his heart that was about to burn him.

It burned incessantly for many years, almost burning him into an endless scorched earth.

He walked alone on the scorched earth, chasing the man's back, but the distance was getting farther and farther away, too far away.

At this moment, the distress signal that would appear every once in a while sounded "dripping".

The regular sound of radio waves immediately lifted Helo's spirits, and he quickly searched for the source of the electromagnetic wave, and a coordinate location was quickly displayed on the screen.

At the same time, the lone wolf and the nightingale opened the hatch and placed the electronic map that had been rescued from Sayero's warship on the table, and everyone gathered their eyes in unison.

"I think there's survivors in that base ship." Nightingale nodded at the coordinates and looked at Helo, "Maybe Sayero will be there too." ”

Although he knew that this was just an unfounded speculation, Helo felt that his nerves, which had been pulled and almost broken, were much more relaxed, and the hope in his heart broke through the ground like a cluster of tenacious weeds.

And this means that the next day they will set foot in a strange and unpredictable land.

After discussing the next day's itinerary, everyone returned to their living cabins to rest.

With a confused mind, Helo collapsed top-heavy on the soft airbed of the living module. Finally not having to sleep in the liquid made him feel comfortable for a while, but it didn't make him sleep peacefully.

He tossed and turned for a while, and there was a tumultuous movement next door.

Even judging by his toes, he knew that it was Ando's guy who was watching a/erotic movie/masturbation.

This is not surprising, after all, space travel is lonely and long, and everyone needs to be lonely. But that bastard's shout was so exaggerated that even the thick walls couldn't stop it, as if it was deliberately called to him!

The rough panting became clearer, and Helo reluctantly plugged in his headphones, slipped into his sleeping bag, and pulled out the electronic diary pressed under the pillow. Holograms are projected overhead in the darkness, like nebulae floating in the night sky, silent.

They are the most precious treasures he has.

His hands wandered unconsciously across the smooth screen, his consciousness shuttling and indulging in the time condensed in this diary.

Go back to that evening a long time ago.

The warm red sunlight slanted on the wet floor of the locker room, and he walked past the neat rows of wardrobes, cautiously peering into the figure in his memory.

The young man was bowing his head, carefully wiping the water droplets from his body, and the smooth back of the muscles gradually appeared like scales, like some mysterious and dangerous poison about to emerge from under the skin. As he did every time he looked back at the scene, Heloh stared at him in distraction until the next moment his self appeared.

As a child, he slipped out of a cabinet and scrambled to slip on the floor.

Hearing the movement, the man sitting on the bench raised his head, he still had a cigarette in his mouth, and when he looked at it, his eyebrows and cigarette butts were tilted to one side, and his gaze seemed to penetrate time and space and fall on him.

"What are you hiding there for, little bunny?"

Helo saw that he was clumsy and tried to get up, but he couldn't, and he slipped on the ground a few times with his hands and feet, and was picked up by the man and carried to the chair.

"Kurosaki, they're bullying you again?"

Sayero crouched down, took out the medicated oil from the cabinet next to him, and smeared it on the wound on the boy's forehead.

His coat was still on one shoulder, and he didn't bother to put it on, and as he leaned over, drops of water ran down his knife-like jaw line, causing the peeper's heart to tremble.

This man simply took the word "manhood" to the extreme.

The young man raised his hand in a daze, wiped the drop of water away, and suddenly met his gaze, and he couldn't help but stiffen, and his face turned a little red under his gaze, and his hand was back in his trouser pocket, and he shrugged his shoulders as he pretended not to care.

What he didn't tell Sayero at the time was that he fell in love with the man who was ten years older than him like a little girl, and that he was, as the bastards said, a "disgusting sissy, homosexual."

"Don't be afraid," Sayero put one hand on his knee, his palm shrinking slightly, and the smile on his lips narrowed, "I'll have a way to make those bastards dare not do anything to you again." ”

As he said this, he flicked the ash of his cigarette, his narrow eyes narrowed into slits, and he looked a little frightened.

"I'm not afraid of them, but I don't want to be here at all, it's like a prison." Helo couldn't help but want to laugh when he heard himself say in a deep voice like a little adult.

"Prison?"

The man leaned over to stare at him, put his cigarette in the middle of the chair, took one of the boy's feet, and took out his sock and put it on for him. The man's hand is long and jointed, full of power, and the palm has a slightly rough and thin callus, like the surface of flint. He never forgot the sensation of their touching his body, consciously or unconsciously, and whenever he felt his skin turn into dry and fragile bark, both fearful of burning at the touch and sometimes terrified with thirst.

He could take human life with these hands, but he used them to weave a shelter for his lonely crow, who was born without feet.

Helo stood there, his gaze blurring for a moment in the afternoon sun.

"Huh?"

"You don't know what prison is like, little one, it's so much harder to stay there than it is here." The man smiled without raising his head, and as his mouth deepened, a shallow, sensual fold appeared on his lips.

"Have you been?" The boy stretched out his finger curiously, and felt the tattoo on his back in the air, not daring to touch it.

"Guess?"

As if sensing something, Sayaro looked up.

The young man hurriedly withdrew his hand behind his back and met the charming smoky gray eyes.

The man's eyes were lazily half-squinted, and under his eyes seemed to hide a whole forest filled with mist, and he stood outside them with his eyes wide open and ignorant, like a lost deer, looking in, but not daring to go deep into the path he had opened for him.

"You really don't want to stay here?" It took a long time for Sayaro to break the silence that had made him nervous, and slowly and methodically fastened his shoelaces, his tone like a joke, but the knot in his hand was tied firmly and tightly.

Finally, he rekindled the cigarette and fiddled with it between his fingers, but he did not smoke it.

"yes, I'd rather go to jail if I were to stay until I'm eighteen." The boy coolly tilted his head to the side and scratched his nose, but as if he had a premonition, he chased him nervously with his peripheral vision.

From the perspective of a bystander, he was able to see that Sayaro looked thoughtfully at his teenage self, his jaw clenched, and his fingers gently snuffed out the cigarette butt.

At that time, the twilight fell at their feet, and the shadows of the boy and the man were cut down to the shimmering ground, like two whales rising to the surface of the sea and clinging to each other.

When he walked out of the cage that had trapped him for several years with the man, he felt the sun really fall on him for the first time.

The horizon is dazzlingly beautiful when day and night intertwin, but it can't compare to the long figure standing in front of the backlit "Soaring Ride". The man rode down in a dashing manner, leaning down his toned body, his long legs propped up on the ground, one palm stretched out, and spread his five fingers towards him. The light behind him blurred his expression, but the hand that held him was so powerful.

It was so clear that Helo would never forget it for the rest of his life.

"Follow me, there's a real threat of going to jail."

Amid the roar of a huge locomotive, the man whispered and said in a half-threatening voice.

He didn't answer anything, only a soft snort from his nose defiantly, and stubbornly clenched his hand.

Helo leaned out towards the ceiling and hugged the man's waist with his memory self, his face buried in his back, as if smelling the scent of his leather coat.

The coarse and demagogic smell of tobacco is mixed with the fragrance of the perfume called "□□".

Biao rode under him arrogantly spewed out a large stream of air, rushing into the sky, his heart exploding in mid-air like fireworks, and every dust that fell was what he had time to say to him in the future.

I love you, brother.

I love you.

He opened his eyes in the real darkness, damp, and his hand reached down into his abdomen, and found that it was already swollen and painful. Wet fingers slid across the screen, and the hologram began to play shuffle uncontrollably, jumping all at once to three years after he had been adopted by Sayara.

"Helo, you have to go to school from tomorrow, you're a gifted kid, you can't always follow me to a casino like that."

He breathed hard and stopped, stunned.

In the steaming bathroom, Sayaro sits by the bathtub and scrubs his body.

The man wore only a bath towel, his half-naked body with mottled scars from a fight match, but he was treated with the same care as if he were cleaning precious porcelain.

"But I want to follow you." He saw himself struggling in the water for a moment, staring at him, his eyes red, "I hate school, I hate those little kids, they're so naïve." ”

"You're just a little kid, a little rabbit." Sayero pursed her lips, rubbed his wet head, and lifted him out of the tub, "Wash the bunny, it's ready to go into the oven!" ”

"You let go! I'm not a brat! I'll shoot, I'll gamble, I'll play tricks! Herlo didn't dare to say that he could hack into the accounts of every gambler in the casino, and use their funds as pocket money.

"But you're still a little kid."

Sayaro laughed silently and feigned annoyance as she slapped his ass gently. He buried his face in the man's shoulders and almost cried out in shame, kicking his thighs with his feet desperately.

He knew what he was thinking at the time - he couldn't wait to grow up quickly, and he just wanted to see him in the eye.

Treat him as his lover.

"I hate you, Shayero...... I hate you to death. ”

Helo muttered silently, leaning into the blanket and moving slowly, closing his eyes in shame and self-loathing, biting his lower lip and gasping for breath in suppressed pleasure. His throat rolled up and down, and a thin layer of red quickly spread over his transparent white skin.

Looking at the lens of the monitor, in the dark, the appearance of the young man is as beautiful as a forbidden oil painting.

"Zizi..."

There was a faint burning sound from the circuit, which was imperceptible.