2050, early spring.

The bitter cold still kept pedestrians on the street wrapped up in cotton and no snow fell, but the fog that shrouded them became paler and visibility was greatly reduced.

A figure wrapped in a heavy black robe shuttled through the white mist, pushing the mist away and entering an ancient castle-like manor.

Along the way, hidden sights throughout the manor, like a sharp falcon, carefully gazed at every part of the visitor's body.

Deep in the castle estate.

In front of the warm fireplace, the fire crackled and burned in the furnace.

The scorching light of the fire shone on the priest's face, and he was arranging the blanket on his knees, and when he turned the blanket, he saw a charred hole on the other side of the blanket.

He was silent for a moment, then sighed slowly.

Lifting the blanket, he called the servant beside him: "Help me get a new one." ”

The servant's face was full of fear, and seeing that he was not blamed, he carefully took the burnt blanket and turned away.

Not long after, a new blanket was delivered to the priest.

The priest slowly arranges the new blanket, folds it and draped it over his knees.

And in the shadow passage behind him, a figure slowly appeared at this time.

The warmth in front of the fireplace seems to have been dispelled a lot, and a chill hits.

Syllable!

A piece of dry wood burned to the stalk of the tree and exploded.

"Why are you, Lao Liu?"

The priest sat in his chair and did not look back, but seemed to have seen the comer behind him.

The firelight swayed, and the scope of the illumination spread, reflecting the shadow in the warm light, revealing her graceful figure and beautiful face, which was Li Meina.

"Liuju ......"

The flame on the edge of Li Meina's pupils jumped slightly: "Something happened." ”

The priest was slightly stunned and fell silent.

"Liu Ju said that there is a letter, if something happens to him, let me be sure to hand it over to you." Li Meina whispered, and her slender palm slowly took out a letter from her arms.

Syllable.

The dry wood burned again to the knot, and it exploded slightly.

In the shadow next to him, a figure suddenly appeared, took the letterhead in Li Meina's hand, took a closer look at the woman, and then turned the letterhead and handed it to the priest.

The priest took the envelope and saw that the surface was unsigned, bare, and unremarkable.

What a clean cover......

The priest sighed lightly in his heart, just like Lao Liu, he did things cleanly and never left hidden dangers.

Slowly unwrapping the envelope, a scribbled letter opened.

The priest looked at it earnestly:

If you're reading this letter, old man, I'm probably gone.

But it doesn't matter, people always die, and from the day I joined the organization, I was ready to die at any time.

For the sake of the great cause......

……

If it can fall into the hands of someone I like, it means that my vision is indeed good.

It also means that our invitation failed, no, it won't fail.

I have planted the seeds of hatred, and even if he perceives it in the future, it will not prevent him from hating the inner city, which is an ugly place in the first place.

When you read this letter, I have given him everything I have.

It's a talent.

Talents do not need to be confined to our organization, as long as the goal is the same, why bother to hold the same banner high?

I hope the old man won't trouble him again in the future, his target will be the inner city, not us.

Even though I'm dead,

But I didn't fail.

If you can see this letter, it shows that he is qualified to replace me, and he will do better and better than me.

In the future, the moment the horn of the counterattack sounds, I believe that no matter what camp he is, he will join it and become a sharp knife tearing apart the inner city!

now

The knife has been sharpened into the sheath, and should not be opened again, so as not to injure yourself.

At last......

Old friends, cherish......

That bread tasted good, haha!

……

……

The priest's fingers clenched the letterhead slightly.

The firelight jumped in his eyes, with a bit of sadness and remembrance.

It's like going back to that winter 30 years ago.

It was even colder than today.

Families huddled in their homes to keep warm, and only a few fog people were still sweeping the streets.

And on the side of an uninhabited alley, broken wood and garbage are piled up, and even the cold climate cannot hide the stench inside.

But what is incredible is that in such a dirty place, there are two figures huddled inside.

A cold whimpering wind howled, blowing the broken planks open, revealing the cracks.

A shivering palm grabbed the plank and blocked the larger hole.

And the rest of the small holes are not taken care of, and there are not so few things to fill.

Underneath this garbage heap is the nest.

And in this small nest, there is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy huddled.

The young man's face is immature, but there is a sense of perseverance and perseverance between his eyebrows.

One of his arms was limp and obviously broken, and the other foot was coiled around his waist in a strange position, apparently broken.

And on the calf of this leg, there are bite marks everywhere.

Beside the boy was a thinly dressed woman, her face blue from the cold, leaning against the wall next to the garbage heap, her eyes closed, as if she were asleep.

"Mom, don't fall asleep, I'll find something to eat later."

The boy gently nudged his mother beside him.

But the mother's body did not move.

The boy felt the biting cold, and the mother beside her was as cold as the wall she was leaning on.

The boy panicked and hurriedly touched his mother's face, still cold.

"Mom, I'll give you something to eat right away, don't fall asleep."

The boy panicked, his eyes reddened, and he looked at his calves covered with bite marks, and lowered his head again to bite hard.

The pain was sharp and torn, and he bit off a piece of flesh alive!

It turned out that the bite marks on his calf were actually torn off by himself.

But the calf was twisted from the thigh, and the break was obviously for another reason.

Despite this, the pain of the tear in his calf and the blood oozing out of it also made him show a painful face.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth as before, tried his best to suppress the painful sound, and took the flesh from his mouth with his intact palm and handed it to his mother's mouth.

But the mother's mouth did not move.

He shoved it hard.

Blood smeared on his mother's lips, but the petal-like lips seemed to be stitched together, and he couldn't break them even with brute force.

Tears streamed down the boy's face.

The boy crawled on the ground, and finally couldn't help but whimper and sob, like a wolf in the cold wind.

I don't know how long it has been, the sharp pain in the calf has increased the weakness of blood loss, so that the boy slowly recovers from his grief.

He took the bite of the calf meat in his mouth, then picked up the snow from the side and pressed it against the wound on the calf, the biting cold seemed to relieve the pain of the tear on the calf.

He picked up more snow and pressed it on his calves, using the cold to solidify the blood as he had done before.

But the cold makes the body lose heat and make him drowsy.

He chewed on his lower leg, leaned into his mother's arms, and slowly fell asleep.

After a while, the boy was pushed awake, and a gentle face came into his sight.

This is a middle-aged man, dressed in a priest's robe, and he is well-dressed.

And the priest's eyes are as merciful as God sees the world, and pities the stubbornness and stupidity of the world, and the pain it brings.

Those eyes were also clearly reflected in the young man's eyes.

But soon, a piece of tawny bread was handed over, replacing this gentle gaze, and the boy's spirits were lifted.

He took it like a hungry wolf, almost snatched it, and hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth.

He devoured the bread desperately, but there seemed to be another light in his eyes.

Vicious, murderous, hateful, hateful.

"Why are you here?" The priest asked softly.

The boy devoured the bread, not having time to answer, and not wanting to answer.

He was driven out.

From the inner city.

The priest seemed to see the young man's heart, and did not continue to ask, but said softly and caringly: "Come with me, if you don't dislike it, follow me in the future, I can let you ...... Stay alive. ”

The young man suddenly looked up, looked at the tall figure of the priest in front of him, and found that there was a burly middle-aged man beside the priest, dressed with an obvious murderous aura, like a bodyguard.

The fierce light in the young man's eyes subsided, and he nodded vigorously.

The priest smiled slightly, took off his robe, and gently draped it over the young man's body.

This is many years......

Until the boy grows into a young man, he stands bloody in countless missions, and countless figures fall under his feet.

Until the boy became middle-aged, he also put on the black and gold papal robes, climbed the steps, and sat at the peak of the underground world in the Black Light Zone...

But, time has been reclocked again......

Three days before the boy was clothed in a divine robe.

A low-key black luxury car drove through the street, and the priest sitting in the passenger seat of the car looked out the window.

Suddenly, he saw a disabled teenager with a broken hand and a foot in the broken garbage heap at the corner of the street outside the car window, gritting his teeth and building a nest of garbage.

There was a beautiful woman leaning against the wall, but her face was pale, as if she was injured, and she looked extremely weak.

The priest in the car raised his hand slightly.

The vehicle comes to a slow stop.

The priest sat in the car and watched quietly.

After seeing the boy set up a nest, while his mother was resting, he seemed to muster up the courage to bite off a piece of flesh on his calf.

The priest's eyes twinkled slightly.

The boy covered the flesh with snow from his bite, and at the same time covered his injured calf with snow.

After a while, the pain on the boy's face seemed to ease a little, and he took out the snow-black leg meat, handed it to his mother, and whispered something.

The mother pushed and shook his head, and the boy finally had to eat it himself.

But while his mother was asleep, the boy bit down on the piece again and did the same thing.

After waking up his mother, he handed it to his mother's mouth.

This time the mother did not refuse again, and swallowed with difficulty.

The priest's eyes shook slightly, he didn't say anything, his palms waved, and the vehicle started again and drove away.

Early the next morning.

At the entrance of the alley on the side of the street, two figures stood here, looking at the mother and son in the garbage heap in front of them.

They were very close to each other, but the boy didn't seem to be able to see the two in front of him.

Seeing that the boy was still feeding his mother with leg meat, the burly figure of the bodyguard next to him was a little unbearable to witness, and took out the prepared bread, which was still warm, and he was about to appear and hand it to the young man.

But suddenly, a hand reached out next to him and pressed his arm.

The burly figure turned his head.

Then he saw the priest facing him, shaking his head slightly...

The curtain is over, a new chapter opens, do you remember the name of our article, O(∩_∩)O ran the hospital for two days in a row is a little difficult, the update is not satisfactory, I hope to bear with me, and it will explode after a few days of adjustment~