The knock on the door is always out of place.

Mr. Lore immediately remembered how loud he had just spoken, and whether it would cause some information that was not suitable for a third party to pass through the two doors and a living room to the ears of the uninvited guest—unless the fellow had the ears of a rabbit or a cat. Maybe it doesn't matter, what matters is who is standing outside the door? It's seven o'clock in the evening, and most of the people are in the restaurant.

He almost sighed and walked over and opened the door, and there stood a tall, strong, thick guy who looked like a rugby player, oh no, he was a rugby player, and Mr. Lohr had seen him on the field.

"Avery ?"

Avery his eyes flickered between the two men in the room, and Mr. Lore looked at him, and he couldn't see anything on his dull, heavy face, "May I come in first?" He said, and then went into the room with a rattling plastic bag, which was thick, white, stained with mud, and wiped with a damp rag, leaving a light gray mark on it, the largest of which could fit a child as old as two or three years old.

"I hope I didn't bother you," said Avery, ignoring Mr. Lore's obvious rejection, "this is a gift from my mother," he said, opening the plastic bag to Brian, and a sweet fragrance instantly invaded the nostrils of the three men, and a whole rose was in a plastic bag, vigorous and dense, with a large lump of black mud underneath.

"Flowers?"

"Double white roses, variants," said Avery, "we've been thinking about what to give you, Mr. Dupont, but we don't have the money." And you're rich, and given that you saved my mother's life, we don't want to be casual...... I mean, a cake or a notebook obviously doesn't fit, and I think you'll probably like this one – it's beautiful. ”

Mr. Lore looked at Brian with some unease, but Avery showed no sign of what he knew, and he made a few clumsy jokes with them. There are a few facts about the rugby team. Drank two cups of steaming black tea, sat down on a goose down cushion and got up to say goodbye, so. When he was about to walk out of the room and suddenly threw out a question, none of them could react.

"Does she have a bull tattooed on her chest?"

Neither Brian nor Lore could react, but they were both trained (lest they blurt out trouble-inducing information when they had to face the media). They keep their mouths shut, the problem is that they can't control their expressions in the same way that they control their tongues.

Mr. Lore couldn't figure out what was going on for the first few seconds. His body soared into the air and slammed into the wall adorned with small oil paintings, the frame of which broke, but fortunately the nails behind the drawing board pierced the thin pulp board and paper and pierced his back instead of his skull. Still, there was a sweet, deep kiss between his head and the hard wall, and for a moment he could feel the membrane-wrapped brain sway violently like a pudding in a silver bowl.

Nails cut through the muscles and skin. He didn't feel too much pain, and he saw Avery grab Brian.

It's terrible.

He's beating Brian. Brian was powerless to resist.

Mr. Lore had to scream, and when he found Avery trying to strangle Brian, his fingers frantically searched for a mobile phone in his clothes, but the fingers were not obedient at all, and the way he groped up and down while his mouth and body were sticky and wet must have been ridiculous, and he hated vomiting, which made him feel nauseous, and then he would vomit more.

In fact, even if he found the phone, it wouldn't be much use, whether it was the guards or something, they didn't have time to save Brian.

"Think of your mother!" In the end, Lore could only shout like this: "And your father!" Yourself! ”

Echoing him is Avery. Famo's voice was full of anger and hatred, his words were jumbled and slurred, and the recurring name of a woman seemed to be her, the young woman who had been tragically killed by Brian at a small party, and Lore remembered that her name was associated with flowers.

The previous words seemed to have an effect, Brian was still pinched, but he was still alive, and then things took a turn for the next moment, and the rose, which had been given as a gift, suddenly grew wildly, like a freeze-motion film that compressed years into seconds, green leaves and white flowers covered Brian and Avery in the blink of an eye, and then the plants retreated like a tide, revealing the hapless Brian and Avery who were tightly wrapped in a ball of thorns by the roses.

"Are you going to call the hospital?"

“50074455。” Lohr said it was his family's private hospital, well-equipped, and the key was that the secrecy was very complete.

"What about the police?"

"Not yet." Lore said.

Boa. Douglas walked in and closed the door with his hand.

"Who is this guy?"

"A madman." Lore knelt beside Brian, whose throat was rapidly swollen, and Boll checked on him, crumpled a few leaves from her pocket and stuffed them into Brian's mouth.

The swelling subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Thank you so much." Lore touched Brian's neck, his sister Miss Lore was Brian's fiancée, and she loved him very much, rarely, sincerely.

"That's enough for premeditated murder." "He will be in prison for 20 years and without parole for 15 years," Boa said. ”

"This son of a bitch killed my sister!"

"You took the money!" Lore yelled (this time he remembered to lower his voice), he knew it was best not to say anything now, but apparently one's silence was useless: "You've already taken the money!" ”

"Money?"

"One...... Protocol," Lore didn't want to answer Douglas's question at first, but he shrugged his shoulders tiredly, his back aching, his head dizzy, and the sour smell in his mouth and body made him want to vomit a third time—a little secret in their circles anyway: "It was just an accident, you know, people like us." In order to avoid trouble, it took a little trick - we gave the money, and they accepted it, I don't know how this guy went crazy all of a sudden - didn't he know how he got in? Ten million, plus a Manchester entry qualification. ”

"Bullshit." Avery said.

The hospital's ambulance soon arrived, and the students were told that the caretaker's dormitory had injured three people as a result of an explosion in a water heater, and that Avery had been anesthetized and carried into the ambulance.

Avery reacted to the attention of the DuPont and Lore families. The guy in charge of handling the matter was urgently recalled for questioning. Yes, Flora. Farmo's agent, that big-mouthed starlet, and Flora's police fiancé are all their masterpieces. But the end of the conventional means, Flora's family has no more evidence to prove that Flora's death has nothing to do with the damned thugs, they don't even know that the case involves the DuPont family, they are as ignorant as any other citizen. A little means can leave them with nothing, and it's not impossible to just make them disappear. But Brian. DuPont could no longer bear any more psychological pressure, so a lawyer came forward in the name of Flora's broker and demanded that the family remain silent (of course, he borrowed the name to protect the broker's reputation). He brought with him a sum of 10 million in compensation, and the family had proposed the admission to Manchester themselves, without much consideration. The person in charge agreed to this request.

But the information they got from Avery was that they had never seen any mongrel lawyers, and they hadn't taken any money. Avery owes his admission to another person.

Nine truths and one falsehood, it is clear that someone has cleverly exploited the loophole between the DuPont family and the servants, the DuPont family thinks that this matter is over, the wound has healed, and it can be forgotten, but in fact, the wound is almost rotten.

***

It was only after seventy-two hours that the people of Poseidon Island received detailed information about the matter, thanks to the fact that they were always closely monitored for the Sasha Shot. Hopkins and Beelzebub. The "eyes" of the Bissandi affair (they haven't been removed yet) and the strange Abilities.

"It's a year away and there's a general election," Chegalle. "DuPont is one of the most popular candidates," Bissan said. ”

"If Avery . . . Farmer didn't know Bryan was that person until then and burst out," Bissan said, "and they're not going to let this stupid guy rush up and kill people, they're going to let him appear in front of the public and the media as an innocent survivor." ”

"There will be more evidence to emerge and point directly to the entire DuPont family." The doctor nodded his finger: "If it weren't for such a small accident, this little trick would have been successful." ”

"It's always hard for a behemoth to keep an eye on your feet." Bisandi coughed a few times, "Give me a glass of rum." He said.

The doctor stood up and brought him a steaming glass of "rum" with cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg, butter, brown sugar and salt.

"How much rum is in it, 50 ml?"

"5 ml." The doctor said, "Your body can only withstand so much during the week, every day." ”

"If you think that adding 'every day' will comfort me, you're wrong," Chegalle said impatiently, "and how long will this last." He was holding the cup, and there were slight ripples in the cup, and his hands were shaking terribly.

If there was one who had seen Chegalle three months ago. When the people of Bisandi walked in, he must have been extremely confused, because in this room he could not find the remembered leader of the mob.

Chegalle. He was alive than Sandi, but he was old, very old, the fat that had once covered the whole room was gone, the paper-thin muscles clinging to the thin bones, and the skin covered the muscles like a layer of dust, he had lost all his hair, twenty teeth remained, his eyes were cloudy, and he spoke slowly and softly, as if he were sighing and dreaming.

"I look like I'm a hundred years old," Chegalle. Bisandi commented, "It's a rarity on Poseidon Island, and it's worth buying a ticket to see it." ”

"The remaining strength in your body will help you recover gradually." Dr. Hopkins said.

"But there's no way to get back to the way it was, is it?"

"Didn't you already give it to Beelzebub?" Dr. Hopkins said, "Don't tell me you regret it. ”

"To be exact," pouted the former mob leader, "I'm already regretting it." ”

Anthony. Hopkins didn't say anything more, he turned his head to look out the door, and held his index finger up and pressed it to his lips.

"Ah," said Chegalle, "the boy is here." ”

"I'm glad your hearing isn't affected."

"Thankfully. I can still keep my ears, full set. ”

Just as Chegal said this, the dark-skinned young man walked in, and he immediately flinched.

"Don't feel guilty about what you've done." Chegal said sternly.

It's hard, Anthony. Hopkins said in his heart, though it is true that he never felt guilty about what he had done.

Beelzebub walked over to the rocking chair and knelt down on one knee. Then he kissed Chegalle's hand. The skin of the elderly is dry and slippery – the latter adjective is aimed at its relationship with bones.

"Sit down." "Dr. Hopkins and I have something to say to you," Chegalle said. ”

Across from Chegalle, Dr. Hopkins had an empty chair to his right, and the door to the patio was wide open. Outside, the sky and the ocean were golden red, reflecting human hair and foreheads, and the sea breeze swirled through the room, swirling between the furniture.

Beelzebub's father. The former "Don", the leader of Masoye, shook his body slightly in the rocking chair. "I'm leaving, Beelzebub." He said crisply.

Boy, no, now we should call him a man. After all, he was already the leader of nearly 100,000 thugs and their associates, and he blinked a little inexplicably.

"Leave you, leave Poseidon Island. Leave Masoye. Chegalle said: "The first fifty years away from me — I don't want anyone from you, including you to know where I've gone." Except for Anthony. Hopkins, because maybe I'll need him to save my life if I need to—and I'm telling you because I don't want you to think I've been killed by a friend," he looked at Anthony, "or your friend's father...... yes, he's going to do something dangerous. He will delete and modify my memories, my dear Beelzebub, I will be an ordinary person, a middle-aged man who is not too young, but still has some money, is not married, has no children, lives on funds and professional investors, has real estate in many places, but recently wants to find a warm and dry place to settle down, maybe a wife, have children, and that's it...... Fifty years, like a prosaic, ubiquitous, verbose gift publication, it may have a million words, but the first page can be turned without reading the **, even in the toilet and on the plane. ”

"You may wonder why I did this," Chegal looked at Beelzebub gently, his child was grown, healthy, and beautiful, and had been tempered enough in the last few months to hide knives and poison in his eyes, "There is not much left of the old fellows, right, naughty, I know what you do," he was not surprised to see Beelzebub once again show that expression that he did not like to look at, "There is no one who needs me to suppress and appease you anymore, son, and the young people like you and worship you, Then you just need a suitable marriage, let your bride's father and brother support you, as a father, I will officiate the wedding for you, and then, I can go to live the days of 'no Bi Sandi', yes, there is no Bi Sandi, there is no Chegalle, only an old immigrant, like hundreds of millions of law-abiding citizens in the Western Continent, live their own lives in peace.

Do you want me to stay? What's making your brain muddy again? There are no two wolves in a pack, and you have eaten my flesh - taking away my strength, my youth, my status, how do you think I will not hate you? In the dead of night, I coughed, my back ached, I couldn't sleep, and no one bowed to me respectfully, respected me, looked up to me, prayed to me for protection, I couldn't love you anymore. And you know, I'm capable and, some people are able to do something in my name, I love Poseidon Island, and Masoye, I don't want it to be a mess of garbage, I give you my unsuccessful career in the hope that you can continue to do it, do well, and achieve my goals, instead of letting all my previous decades of hard work be in vain, that's why I endured and backed down at the last minute - not just because I love you, my son, I love you, But that can't fight the fear of death, if only because I'm your father. You are my son, and I will eat you, even if I only live for a few more years.

So, no need to feel guilty, your survival is not a gift from me, but a transaction.

I'm alive now. And not ready to commit suicide. But Chegalle. Bisandi is already a hindrance rather than a help, after you get married, perhaps. I'll want to see my grandson, but at the latest, after that, Anthony. Hopkins is going to make me a whole new person.

You can mourn as much as you can. It doesn't matter, but you'll know. Your old dad is living a satisfying life in a sunny, scenic town, and the rest of his life is very different from any 'Don', and he's a lucky guy. He gave up a lot, but had 'himself'. Yes, that's it. A Tom, or a Jack. ”

"What about me? What about me? ”

"I don't need to remember you. Because remembering you means I'm still Chegalle. Bisandi, I will be your biggest threat - you still have Sasha, and Pepi, and Father, and Amp, Bep, many, many people, and they will support you, and of course, if you feel that you can, you can also ask Anthony. Hopkins asks for help, he is not only your brother's father, but also my friend. ”

***

Beelzebub. When Bisandi walked out of the room, he felt weaker and more unreal than ever.

Chegalle. Bisan was right, not at all, he was there, Beelzebub was there, it was like two elephants standing in a small boat, the people of Poseidon Island were disturbed by this, Beep heard a lot of rumors, although some of the old people were loyal to him, but they would still be embarrassed and cramped from time to time between words and deeds, and they would even avoid mentioning Chegar. Bissandi, because it will not only make them ashamed, but it will also make them miserable.

Chegalle. Bissandi had been their king, brave and wise, omnipotent, they supported him, he blessed them, and he was willing to give their lives and souls for each other; But when he was unable to fulfill his obligations, they immediately abandoned him without hesitation.

The thug half takes it for granted, but the human half is hard to let go.

So did Beelzebub.

He had thanked God countless times that he hadn't really eaten his father, but he had ruined Chegalle. Bisandi is an indisputable fact, even according to Anthony. Hopkins said that his devouring just curbed Chegalle's almost unlimited hunger and imminent collapse was useless, and a weak, useless, drug-filled and television-filled second half of his life would not belong to a Bissandi, so it would be better to give him a bullet.

But if it was the latter, Beelzebub would feel an uncontrollable tingling and fear, he would tremble, he couldn't help but want to roar and cry, he kissed his father's hand, it was warm, Chegalle's face and body were distorted, but he was still there, right in the room, he could see it when he pushed the door open, not ......

Beelzebub attended many funerals, but it was someone else's, someone else's, someone else's.

***

"All right," said Chegalle, contented, patting his thigh, not without regret to find that the palm of his hand had been struck by the bone in his leg: "My son is settled, what about yours?" ”

"What's mine?" The doctor said.

"Your son, Anthony." Chegall said: "Beelzebub is still a little soft-hearted, but it doesn't matter, I think he can still make the right choice, the question is what about your son, our little golden-haired Sasha?" You still say that you want him to taste Beelzebub's blood—but now, I'm afraid there won't be anyone who can find a suitable person here—what to do, a knife that has never seen blood can only cut apples, and if that is the case, I am reluctant to let him stay with Beelzebub, oh, don't mention your little tricks, which can only be used to deceive the layman at best—those who have killed and those who have not killed people are always two extremes, and messing up someone else's brain and opening someone else's chest are two very different things, Do you really want your son to stay in Bambi's world? ”

"My son will not be the leader of a hundred thousand mobs," the doctor said indifferently, "and he can do whatever he wants." ”

"God, that's wayward." Chegalle. Bisan said, "What about Beelzebub? ”

Beelzebub was important, but absolutely important to me—Hopkins' father thought proudly, but he knew what Chegalle really wanted to hear: "I promise I'll watch them, all the time." Sasha, and Beelzebub. ”

That was enough, Chegalle sighed sadly, and picked up the glass of rum not so much with milk as with rum. It had become lukewarm, tasteless and a little cold in his mouth, just like he would live in the rest of his life.

***

A year is sometimes outrageously short.

What happened in Manchester, I mean, about DuPont, very few people cared about, after all, there were no deaths. Among the three people who were affected by the "water heater explosion". Mr. Lohr was the least injured, and he returned to class after only a day's rest, but he could not exercise vigorously; And Brian. DuPont was in the hospital for two months (he didn't need to stay that long.) It's just that his family thinks he'd better not go back to school until something is gone); Avery is a promising lad, but not irreplaceable, and this time the "handling" is extra cautious. And Brian wasn't saying much, anyway. The last trouble was brought about by his excess compassion - so a car accident that killed the family happened after a delay of more than a year.

When Brian came back to tidy up his things, he found that it wasn't just Beelzebub. Bissandi and Sasha. Hopkins, and several others have also offered to take a leave of absence, one of the more notable names being Chitz. Carson. She also offered to take a leave of absence from school, and it lasted for two years, and it didn't seem to be simple. Because she disappeared right away.

"A rumor." Miss Lohr frowned and said, "It is said that someone saw Chiz outside the three districts, and she had a big belly. ”

"Hopkins?"

"Who knows?" Miss Lore said, "I think she must be trying to give birth to this child anyway." ”

***

"A child?" The young "Don" almost jumped out of his chair: "A baby? My brother's? ”

"That's right." Pepi said, "The girl gave him a child. ”

"Who?"

"Chiz. Carson. ”

"That can't be." Suppose there is a "Chiz. Carson expellents", Sasha would hoard a few dozen in his room and in his car—and Beelzebub's brother had almost a bit of a cleanliness fetish, and as far as Beelzebub knew, his greatest intimacy was probably just touching his lips (without a tongue!). degree.

Not to mention that it is still Chiz. Carson.

"Anyway," Beelzebub muttered to himself, "if this is true, then it may be good news." ”

"Maybe they've all drunk too much," Pepi said, although he knew that Hopkins was different, not to mention alcohol, and many drugs were mediocre for them, but it was also possible that he just came in a mood to sleep with the girl for one night, and it was nothing, even if the girl had bad intentions, it didn't matter, when men were always impulsive, the people of Poseidon Island didn't beat women, but the people who died in their hands were not a few pillow people who wanted to steal evidence or commit murder, "But that kid seems to be a little bad, I haven't seen it, but he seems to- A little disabled. ”

"How?"

"Hmm...... Not well, they don't want to say much," in fact, they said it was a little devil, and Pepi wisely concealed it, and followed Beelzebub as he walked out of the room: "It was the girl who came to them first, and she said the name of the child's father, and asked for water, bread, a bed, and protection—and they brought her, and the child." ”

"Protection?" Beelzebub asked, "Who wants to murder her?" Given that I haven't had time yet? ”

Chiz. Carson was as thin as Chegalle, with the obvious smell of shower gel and shampoo, wet hair, dry split ends, scars on his face and hands, wearing a long dress that should belong to the women of Poseidon Island, sitting barefoot on the cold floor.

"How did you find her?"

"She found us." One of Beelzebub's subordinates said that he had a legal identity in the Western Continent and a very good logistics company, which was in charge of ...... Well, transportation, something that doesn't come from a very bright place, and the devil knows how Chiz knows his true identity.

Beelzebub walked to Chiz. In front of Carson, leaning down, Chiz's eyes reflected the image of a young man, but she was indifferent, Beelzebub could not find anything familiar in it—whether hatred, contempt, or fear.

"Miss Carson?"

Chiz. Carson didn't move.

"She's been talking before," said the owner of the logistics company, "water, bread, sleep, save us...... It's sprinkled sand. Hopkins' kids or something. ”

"Is anyone chasing her?"

"Nope."

"Let me go see the kids." Beelzebub said.

The child was placed in another room, and a Poseidon woman was in charge of him, and Beelzebub was so engrossed in it that she did not notice that she was constantly making a cross and was as far away as possible from the crib, which was covered with two layers of veil, and on which the Virgin was holding a small rose.

The custom of Poseidon Island is to draw the Virgin on the crib board, with the boy holding the thorn in her hand and the girl holding the rose in her hand.

"It's a girl." Beep said in his heart that girls are better than boys, Beelzebub already has a fiancée, is Beep's sister, and Beep has a younger sister, six years older than Sasha, fourteen years old this year, but this does not prevent the engagement (to hell with the law), the customary rule on Poseidon Island, this child (if it is determined to be Sasha), then it has to be given to his wife to raise, if it is a boy, he will occupy the status of Hopkins' eldest son, inherit his father's surname, rights and property, but if it is only a girl, Hopkins only had to give a trust fund as a dowry, and she was always leaving—she wouldn't have much of an impact on his marriage to Bepp's sister.

The veil covering the cot was lifted and secured, and the baby was shrouded in the shadow cast by the veil, and Beelzebub was ready, they said that the child was a little disabled, most likely a cleft lip, or perhaps a missing finger or toe - he had seen such a child in the newspapers and on the Internet - but it didn't matter, medicine was developed enough in this century, and both Bisandi and Hopkins were rich.

Beelzebub lowered his head, the first thing he saw was a fair, smooth skin like a glowing pearl, which was very similar to his/her father, Beelzebub couldn't help but smile, he didn't expect Sasha to have children before him, but he liked children—a girl, a cake, a doll, a kitten, delicate little hands and feet, fluffy curly hair, as bright as sunlight or gold, and a pair of eyes as beautiful as her father's.

The man who cared for him/her did not dress him in those little clothes for the baby, but only wrapped the little things loosely in a piece of honey-colored muslin, and the young leader of the mob gently pulled it away.

The place where the arm should have been long was empty, there was no **, and a dark red navel looked at Beelzebub like a wounded eye; The gender was not visible at all, as the monster had no legs, and where it was attached to its abdomen was a maggot-like flesh whirring tail-like thing with two flat fins sticking out of the end.

Its face, mostly normal, with its jaw, mouth, nose and cheeks, and forehead, is even perfectly heartbreaking, but it has no eyes, and its sockets are slightly sunken and covered with smooth skin.

Nor can it be found in its ears, nor are there holes that symbolize the presence of hearing.

It is the embryo of a demon that has not fully developed, but has grown up and descended into the world.

(To be continued) (To be continued)

PS: Originally, I wanted to flashback, but then I found out that it might be too stream-of-consciousness, so I still wrote it in normal chronological order - so...... Sorry, it's been a long time, but this time it's a three-chapter merger.