Demon. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The demon that lurks in the bottom of the heart, the sin that seeps into every cell of the body, silently evokes the darkest despair in the depths of the heart.

You don't notice that in the dead of night, it's fermenting quietly, like a stalker deliberately muffled, slow, dormant. The accumulation of minutes and seconds, the superposition of moments, before you know it, you do not realize that the demon hidden in your heart has gradually matured, and even began to control yourself. Superego, id, ego, which one is the embodiment of the devil?

Or rather, both.

Every soul that is blackened.

Carrying the shackles of Satan, walking in the world.

Hush......

Do you hear me?

Hidden in the bottom of its heart, it is watching your greed and laughing at your ignorance.

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"Drip."

The barcode scanner quickly swept the barcode on the potato chips in the tube, and the fat salesman in a light short skirt handed me the potato chips with a blank face, and when the only banknote in her pocket was handed to her stubby fingers, I subconsciously glanced at the salesperson's slightly curved outline, broad shoulders, round arms, and a mole with black hair next to her pursed lips.

......The cash register popped open, and the salesperson skilfully fumbled out the change from the messy paper and pen, leaned forward slightly and handed it to me.

Feeling that her fingertips were a little greasy in order to rub the coins open, I took the change, turned around and casually crumpled the banknotes in my hand and tightened my pockets, moved to the side, opened the potato chip tube, shook the barrel, and saw that the two packets of potato chips in the potato chip tube were pitiful.

…… Profiteer.

Frowning and scolding, I took out a bag of potato chips, held the potato chip tube in my arm, walked to the small round table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the convenience store and sat down, the sound of unpacking the bag was a little noisy, I leaned on the white seat, and ate potato chips boredly.

Munching on potato chips, I looked down at the chip cone on the table, with a woman with curly brown hair printed on the tube, red lips, heavy makeup, and a standard commercial smile at the camera.

Sunlight shines through the dust-stained floor-to-ceiling windows illuminate the windowsill area, a few small white chairs are placed in twos and threes next to the small white round table, and a water heater stands not far away, as if for customers to use instant noodles. The sound of the cash register came from the counter a few steps away, and a small old-fashioned stereo hung in front of me on my right, faintly playing a blues song of some age.

On a lazy afternoon, the occasional couple walking by the window and laughing, holding their arms, the corners of their eyes and eyebrows are full of smiles.

I sat in the corner and watched the figures hurrying by, outside the convenience store is a circular square, the square is bustling with people, through the walking figure, faintly visible in the center of the square played a small stage, outside the window faintly heard the sound of sound audition, the crowd around the small stage, or hand in hand, or curiously looking at the background board of the stage, a distance, sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, I can't see the theme on the background board with dark purple as the background.

Looking at the crowd in the square, I fell into deep thought.

Sometimes.

It's really hard to tell if it's a good thing to predict a catastrophe.

Is foreknowledge of death really a good thing?

Knowing that he will die soon, will the people in the square still be so carefree?

No.

Perhaps, facing death defenselessly can make it easier to grasp the last moments of life......

My back ached, I changed my sitting position slightly, and a little irritability gradually grew in my heart.

It's slow......

I pursed my lower lip and turned my head to look at the rows of white shelves.

- A few hours ago, Andrew broke into the unsuspecting apartment of the two, and his meaning was obvious, the third game was punished by heaven, and the two formed an alliance. In fact, it can't be said that there is an alliance, because the two sides of the alliance have reached a certain consensus based on mutual interests, and Andrew, the difference in strength between me and Andrew is too great, not so much an alliance, but rather that this conceited man feels that the punishment of heaven is too simple, and wants to increase the difficulty of some games, so he does good deeds and brings me this oil bottle......

"Click." I munched on the chips and retracted my gaze as a convenience store song finished playing, and a few seconds after the cassette was taped, slow music came out of the dusty stereos.

- Sid said that there were no dinner ingredients in the fridge, but he didn't want to leave me alone with the violent maniac, so he decided to take me out. Without saying a word, Andrew followed us out of the apartment door, followed us like a black ghost for a few blocks, and when he entered the convenience store, it seemed to evaporate, disappearing into the rows of white shelves, and he probably had something to buy as well.

I guess it's a cold weapon like a kitchen knife that can shred corpses.

At least, it fits his aura very well.

Before Sid went to buy ingredients for dinner, he gave me some "pocket money" to pass the time on my own.

There is only one premise.

Wait for him obediently and don't be abducted by human traffickers.

Well......

At this moment, I felt that I could be like a retarded and accept his attentiveness with peace of mind.

I stared at the small round table in fascination, my mind wandering.

“――”

A black backpack slammed into the table, startling me.

Raising his eyes, as expected, he met Andrew's prank-pranked and successful gaze.

"Cut." I snorted and ate a slice of potato chips.

He glanced at the bag of chips I had opened and raised an eyebrow.

"Little girl, I can't see that you're quite laid-back."

"Or else?"

"Have you forgotten that the punishment of heaven will start anytime and anywhere."

"I know...... In my opinion, this is called passable, and it can be seen. ”

"In my opinion, it's called waiting for death." He defined it plainly and simply.

…… Generation gap.

I shook my head, deciding not to deal with Andrew, who was full of killing.

Leaned over and took a piece of potato chips and motioned to him, "One?" ”

Andrew briefly rested on the chip bag with a disdainful look for a few seconds before moving away.

"Junk food."

I snorted, "Do you like to eat or not." ”

Andrew silently lowered his hand gripping the strap of his backpack. I followed his movements, and my eyes fell on the brown dusty backpack on the round table.

"What is this?"

"Backpack."

"Nonsense. What's in the bag? ”

"Something that might be used." Andrew indifferently placed a small chair on the seat opposite me, his tall figure sat on the small chair with a somewhat restrained appearance, twisted his shoulders, and the chair made a harsh grinding sound as if it could not bear his weight.

I'm happy.

"Andrew, your ass is too big."

He glanced at me.

"Be mindful of the wording, little girl, especially when speaking to a temporary guardian."

Temporary guardian ......

Well said.

I took a sip and chewed on a potato chip and shifted my focus back to my backpack. The black backpack was placed on the small round table, standing a third of the area, I looked at the backpack curiously, and found that the lower end was bulging, and I could vaguely see the edges and corners of some square protruding from the cloth body.

…… The backpack looked a little bigger than it seemed to be before he entered the convenience store.

I subconsciously glanced at him and saw that he was looking at me calmly.

"What?"

Andrew silently raised his hand and pointed at the corner of his mouth.

I was stunned, subconsciously wiped the side of my mouth, lowered my head, and saw some crumbs of potato chips on my index finger.

Looking up at him in embarrassment, I read two words from Andrew's eyes.

- Shame.

Coughing a few times in a pretended seriousness, I was going to change the subject.

"Andrew."

"Say."

"Did you pay for those things?"

Andrew pursed his lips and didn't answer immediately.

I looked at the backpack on the table and squinted at him.

"Your backpack ......"

Andrew raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, giving me an answer.

Oh, God......

I lowered my body and glared at him: "You're crazy, it's theft!" ”

Andrew leaned back and leaned back against the back of the small chair.

"So?"

"Give it back!"

"Nope."

"Andrew, you ......"

"Little girl, this is a punishment from heaven, who the cares about these things when zombies break out?" He squinted his eyes and asked, accentuating his tone, fading the calm in his eyes, faintly revealing a slight dangerous aura, "It's human instinct to live, and you have to retreat without any props in the heavenly punishment, do you think you can do it." ”

I looked into his dark eyes and tried to retort, but I lost confidence for a moment.

Silence, creeping silently.

The old stereo of the convenience store played a country song played on the guitar, and the male singer's voice was a little hoarse, thick with vicissitudes.

I silently withdrew my gaze and lowered my head to eat a potato chip.

He's probably right......

For some reason, this potato chip is a little bitter.

It tastes bad when you chew it.

"Put the bag on your back."

Andrew's deep voice came from the front, and I raised my eyes to meet his irrefutable gaze.

Rebuttal is not allowed.

Execute it now.

This is from his order.

I pursed my lips and picked up the backpack on the table, feeling a heavy feeling on my wrists, I leaned forward, sat only a third of the way in the chair, and carried the black backpack on my back. Andrew used to carry a bag, and the strap of the backpack was too long when I carried it on my body, so I lowered my head to adjust the strap of the backpack, and my hair hung down next to my cheeks, temporarily obscuring Andrew's face in the afterglow.

Sometimes, I feel so close to him, like an old friend I've known for a long time.

But sometimes, it feels like no matter how hard you try, you can't get to him.

A little more than trust, a little less than dependence.

It can be broken by suspicion at any time.

That's the alliance between me and him.

I don't know how many rounds there are in Heavenly Punishment, and after a few rounds, will there be so many survivors?

Will those who survive to the end be able to return to the real world......

I adjusted the strap of my backpack and glanced at the stained floor.

Perhaps, the Inquisitors never thought of letting us leave Heavenly Punishment.

The end for all.

It's all dead.

As James said.

Death is the final atonement.

And our evasion is nothing but a struggle to no avail.

I looked up and straightened my coat in silence, and Andrew leaned back in his chair and looked at me calmly, as if pleased with my "immediate execution".

I opened my mouth slightly, and was about to ask about the "swag" in his backpack, when a voice interrupted me.

"Vera, I think we should have a good talk."

A faint mint flavor fills the tip of the nose.

I looked up to meet the familiar dark blue eyes.

Sid......

Good...... Talk about?

I stared at the blonde boy with the red shopping basket beside me, his head slightly bowed, his gaze falling on me.

Looking down at his gaze, I saw the half bag of potato chips that had been opened.

"I ......"

"Vera, I remember that we had three chapters of the law, right?" Sid frowned, his tone stern.

Hearing the displeasure in his tone, I looked blankly at Sid, who had a "very serious" expression on his face, and then at Andrew, who was holding his arms and raising his chin slightly, and he was putting on a "it's none of my business" expression.

"Sid......" I hesitated.

The blonde boy put the red shopping basket in his hand on the small round table, he squatted down, raised his head slightly to look at me sitting in the chair, sighed, took my hand, and placed it next to his cheek, his temperature came down my fingertips.

"Why do you want potato chips?" He took a deep breath and spoke patiently.

I'm confused.

"I want to eat."

"Nope." He frowned slightly and squeezed my hand.

"Why?" I frowned and glanced at the potato chip cone, "It's not that expensive......"

"That's not the point...... Sid sighed and flicked my forehead with his hand.

I covered my forehead and looked at him inexplicably.

Sid stood up, the faint smell of mint around him lingering around me, and leaned down, a pair of knee-bone hands unceremoniously taking away the leftover chips.

"Confiscation."

"Eh, why?!"

"Because we have made an appointment, it's almost your menstrual period, so you can't eat these." Sid didn't lift his eyelids, and replied lightly.

“！”

In an instant, five thunderbolts hit the top, and I was stunned, and my head crashed for a few seconds.

Andrew laughed.

I didn't respond for a while, but Sid looked at me and rubbed my hair.

"Fool, what's the fuss?"

My body was electrocuted and ducked backwards.

He, he, he......

Even my ...... You all know?!

"Oh, looks like I've got something missing in your bag." Andrew's voice came faintly.

Sid looked at me innocently: "Have you forgotten?" ...... in three days"

"Say no more!" My face burned hot, and I lowered my head and pushed Sid away.

Falling, desolate, and, fleeing!