London? Big Ben

The sight was dark, as if the world was covered with a curtain, and gradually, the curtain was cut by a beam of light, cutting a slender opening like a gap, and the dazzling light instantly filled the field of vision, as if the opening of a chaotic world.

The consciousness of the trance gradually became clearer, and the brightness of the line of sight became stronger and stronger, stinging the eyes that had not yet adapted to it. The blue-haired boy propped up his heavy eyelids and finally saw everything in front of him. Catherine? Amy was hunched on the Tudor-style round table in front of her, her long blond hair spread messily on the table, as if she was asleep. However, what happened, the boy vaguely remembered that he accepted his brother's suggestion and invited Amy to go on a date at Big Ben, and he told his brother that Amy was a girl who didn't like luxury, and he was obsessed with the alainducasseatdorchester three-Michelin star store, so he proposed to go on a date with a retro atmosphere at Big Ben, and this time Amy actually agreed to his invitation and came with a change of clothes.

The table is a meal ordered from the Alice theme restaurant. Wisps of white air floated up, which proved that he hadn't slept for too long, but why did they both fall asleep?

The boy raised his arm to wake her up, but an inexplicable feeling of weakness swept through his body, making him feel as if he had just finished a marathon, and the strength of his whole body was drained. This is the effect of the drug propofol, which he learned in a medical class at school.

The only sound in the whole space is the ticking of Big Ben, which is heavy and monotonous, like a lonely nocturne.

"Doesn't that feel weird?" A pair of broad palms gently landed on his shoulders, and the temperature was transmitted through the woolen fabric, "I like this drug, it has the advantages of fast paralysis induction, rapid awakening and perfect functional recovery, and it is the most effective paralysis method in clinical trials." ”

The boy was so familiar with the voice that he didn't have to look back to judge the name of the person he was born in, so familiar that he was ...... He couldn't believe it...... His eyes widened, his pupils constricting suddenly.

"Why, brother?" In a trembling voice, he asked, "Why did you do this?" ”

"Because ......," Rivo leaned his head against the left side of his cheek, his blue eyes as deep as the abyss, "I hate you, brother." No, hate, to be exact! ”

His mouth seemed to be able to exhale cold gas, which made people shudder.

"You will be surprised, but this disgust has long been planted in my heart, like a poisonous baby chestnut, which makes me slowly sink into it, unable to extricate myself." He snorted self-deprecatingly, "A foreign waste can enjoy the same treatment as me, even ...... Be taller than me! Can you imagine a gentleman living with a filthy pig? And this pig is still going to be high and trample the gentleman under his feet! Rivo's words were agitated, and his voice grew louder and louder.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." The boy looked at him in a daze, as if he didn't know the person he knew best.

Rivo is not his biological brother, the two are half-brothers, and only because Rivo is older than him that they call him an older brother. Both are descendants of the Edwards, but the boy's mother was brought back from the East End of London (note: the slums, near the docks, where most of the residents are poor and immigrants from coolie backgrounds, and the famous "Jack the Ripper" used to operate here). The devil knows what kind of nerves the head of the family has, and he actually wants to marry this foreign woman. Later, the woman gave birth to a blue-haired boy for the family.

"Don't understand? Do you mean I've always hated someone who doesn't understand anything? Rivo smiled coldly. He grabbed the boy's blue hair and pulled it back violently, causing him to look up and stare into his eyes viciously, "Can't you see that? The whole family is revolving around you, as if you are the son-in-law of this family. You are your father's favorite, and every servant will treat you with respect. As for me, my father doesn't care about me anymore, I have achievements that everyone would be proud of, but he doesn't even look at it, he just says 'well, well done', but for you, he will say 'good job, this is the son I am proud of'. If you continue like this, you will definitely inherit the family inheritance, and at that time, you will be even more ...... Let's crush you brother! ”

"That's because of this...... Will it make you painstakingly layout? But I never thought that a simple and ordinary life was enough for me. ”

"Don't say anything to make a fool of yourself, I don't want to hear it." He walked around Amy's side with a blank face, and casually twisted a strand of her blonde hair, kneading it gently in his hand, "Don't you want to know why I want to involve Miss Catherine?" ”

The young man's eyes widened instantly, and he clearly burst out of his sockets, and his delicate face became hideous with anger: "What are you going to do!" It's a contradiction between us, and it has nothing to do with Amy. ”

"How can it be irrelevant, I have always been in love with Miss Catherine. Didn't she point to me and ask you questions like, 'Is he your brother?'" He looked at the boy playfully, as if admiring a beautiful work of art, "I have confessed to her before." There was a smile on his lips that didn't have a warm smile.

"It's been rejected." The young man lowered his head, and in the shadow cast by the bangs on his forehead, there was a hint of sarcasm and ridicule, "It's really incompetent, brother." ”

The boy had seen through this well-dressed fellow, and a sense of disgust arose from the bottom of his heart.

"You bastard!" Rivo squeezed the words out between his clenched teeth.

He quickly stepped forward and grabbed the boy's throat with his upper hand, but the boy still stubbornly kept his smile and looked coldly at his brother, who had lost his gentlemanly disguise. "You know, what I hate the most is your arrogant face, and I want to slap you every time I see you with such an expression," but he laughed again, slowly letting go of his hand, "but, soon you won't be able to laugh anymore." ”

He cupped Amy's cheek and rubbed his pink lips with his index finger and thumb as he watched the veins protrude from the boy's face.

"Take away your dirty hands!" The boy roared, like a panther whose territory had been violated.

"Keep laughing arrogantly, why don't you laugh, is she making you feel sad? Oh, it seems so," Rivo laughed maniacally, "Amy is a good girl, she should live with me in the family, we will get married, we will inherit the family business, but because of you, all my illusions are shattered." You took my life...... What belongs to me, I will take it back one by one! ”

He leaned down slowly, kissed her pink lips fiercely, and stroked her long hair with his right hand.

"Rivo! Rivo! I swear I'm going to kill you! The boy's eyes were filled with anger.

As soon as the words fell, Rivo screamed and pushed Amy away hard, the boy looked at him stunned, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, like a vampire who had just drunk blood, it turned out that Amy bit his lip, and she suddenly woke up at that moment.

"Stinky bitch!" He slapped Amy in the face, so hard that she fell to the floor.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grabbed Amy's hair, and lifted her whole body, then looked at the young man, gasping sharply, "You love her very much, don't you?" But have you ever thought that this girl will not be yours after all? ”

He grabbed the collar of Amy's dress and tore it open with a snort, and suddenly a large piece of skin as delicate as white porcelain was exposed, Amy subconsciously wanted to cover it up, but she was also hit by the propofol reagent, and she couldn't squeeze any strength out of her body. Rivo scanned her whole body, like a lion gazing at its prey, her pupils turning red as blood.

"Baby, it's time for us to enjoy, will you like it, I think you'll like it." Rivo said quietly. He stroked her slender waist with his hand, and the snake went from the bottom to the straight butterfly bones behind her back, and then swam up to her neck.

"Brute!" The boy yelled. He gritted his teeth and twisted his body, eventually losing his balance and slumping to the side of the table, the cold floor chilling his clothes. He curled up, squeezed out what little strength he had to push himself, and bit Rivo's ankle so hard that the oozing blood instantly stained the suit red.

Rivo screamed and shook his legs, but the action made him more painful.

"You obnoxious vicious dog." Rivo scolded. He was already so angry that he grabbed the silver knife on the dining table and stabbed it at the young man.

The blade was halfway in, hitting the back of the head, and the shiny blade was stained with blood. The knife destroyed the boy's brainstem, and there was no chance of rescue.

The boy let go, his gaze drifting away, and the last scene in his sight was Rivo's face distorted in ecstasy, and he turned back and grabbed Amy's throat to prevent her from screaming.

"It's unwilling, isn't it?" A voice without temperature suddenly appeared in consciousness, unable to hear age, unable to hear gender, like a call from deep in the mountains and ancient forests.

This is probably an angel summoning himself, the boy thought.

"Yes, I'm not reconciled. He's my brother, but I don't really get to know him until now. The boy subconsciously responded, he suddenly felt that the voice was soothing, and he couldn't help but think of his mother, who had died, when he was seven years old.

On the day of his death, his father did not attend the funeral, and the boy locked himself in the room with his mother, who lay peacefully on the bed, surrounded by white roses, and the housekeeper outside the room kept knocking on the door, but he ignored it, he lay on the windowsill and looked at the gloomy sky outside, and wept while telling the story of Cinderella that his mother had told him, and he felt that this story was about his mother, but his mother only had a good beginning, but there was no prince in the ending.

"Your brother is a well-dressed beast, and such a man is not worthy to live in the world," the voice came again, "I can help you kill him, or I can let you continue to live." It's a deal. ”

"What do you want?" The teenager asked.

"Your soul."

"Who are you?"

A dazzling beam of light filled the field of vision, and a figure stood in front of him against the light, the shadow covered his face, and he slowly lifted the young man's cheek and replied softly, "Devil ......"