The streets of the Ghetto in Paris, France, November 1950.

Bono still remembers the day he was beaten by the chubby shopkeeper for stealing two baguettes, although he was surprisingly strong as a seven-year-old child, but after all, he could not match an adult, and this "small" talent had a greater impact on his life ---- he was always hungry.

He was unwilling to give up the two sticks of food that could save him from extreme hunger, but he was kicked in the body by the stupid fat man with his leather shoes, and generally the street children in the slums would only die twice in the difficult season of winter due to cold and other factors, but it would never be a child with a great body like Bono.

It's just that after World War II, France could not get out of the wounds of the war in time, and in the tenth month of the year, the French army was defeated by the newly established Vietnamese People's Army in the "Border Battle", and many humiliating titles were thrown on this country by the media in a carnival--- "ambitious defeated country", "the first Western power to be humiliated after the war", "the suzerainty that was bullied by the colonies in turn"....

The black atmosphere covers this country that has been hit by several defeats in wars, and the influence of this major event is transmitted downwards layer by layer, making the capitalist class lose money, the well-off families lose their quality of life, the poor struggle to make ends meet, and the street children die.

The flames burned in the heart of the child surrounded by pain as he felt his life fade away, and an enraged Bono struggled to his feet and was kicked out, before he regretted that he shouldn't have stolen the damn shop.

A street child once told them a rumor that the shopkeeper who had escaped a big ball of meat would often torture passing animals in the backyard of a bakery with banal cruelty.

Perhaps there is no difference between stray children and stray cats and dogs in this kind of world.

He curled up and coughed as if he were going to cough up blood, and then he struggled to stand up, but the child's scarlet eyes never left the fat shopkeeper's eyes.

The dead fat man had never seen such eyes, and the children who had been beaten by him "justifiably" for stealing would sometimes look at him with horror and resentment, but Bono's was different, and there was only anger in his eyes, anger at the transgression.

Blood-red things dominated Bono's consciousness, and he finished his long cough and looked around searchingly, picking up the weapon he had found from the ground as the fat man in the traditional baker's costume strode over, smiling and struck it on the head of a fat pig.

The bloated fat pig was not a fat and dexterous master, and his movements were almost as heavy as the fat on his body, but with the suppression of strength and weight, the child who was not very developed was just a chicken on the farm to him, and once he was caught, he could slaughter at will.

But there is no absolute thing in the world, the goose catcher will be pecked by the goose all day long, and the baguette with amazing hardness after drying will knock him to the eye with gold stars, and the matter is actually very fatalistic here, Bono just stole the bread that could not be sold for two days, and was abused by the shopkeeper who caught up, if it was a freshly baked baguette far from reaching this hardness.

The fat man, who was still striding forward before being knocked on the head, fell to the ground dizzily, a circle of dust spread around, and the red-eyed Bono hit the back of the head, the skull of the back of the head is relatively weak in human anatomy, and inside is the respiratory heartbeat center and brain stem, if you suffer a heavy blow or even a heavy injury, the person will die directly.

A ignorant and even illiterate teenager seems to have a terrible talent for capturing the vital points of the human body.

Or maybe it's not just humans who can be seen by him.

A cane lay in the air as the life-threatening loaf of bread fell, almost unconsciously, and Bono adjusted his movements as he smashed the weapon, and the bread slashed against the hard cane, which was rightfully blocked.

Passing by at a glance, you can see that it is a gentleman, the handle of the hardwood cane is inlaid with silver decorations, the pure black coat and straight trousers fit the figure of this middle-aged man very well, the expensive fabric of the clothing is easy to identify, in this era the people at the bottom have not yet been freed from the coarse cloth clothing, the atmosphere of the nobility is blowing in the face.

Perhaps just now, the baker who beats the child in the street will be restrained by the passing of the noble lord, but the child who has lost his mind will not care if you dress like a human or a dog, and swing the weapon at the man's throat.

It's just that the elegant middle-aged man casually dodged this non-threatening attack, and the palm of his hand turned to the side of the knife and lightly everything on the child's neck, and the seven-year-old child fainted on the ground.

When Bono woke up the next day, he found himself sleeping on a soft bed that he had never felt before, with a small bottle of liquid stuck in his hand with a thin needle in his hand, and the nurse walking outside the hospital room seemed to have the word "clean" written on it.

Alfred Pennyworth walked in from outside the door and lightly stated the fact that he would be adopted.

Within a few days he had become the young master of the Pennyworths, and the intricacies of formalities were nothing to a nobleman of high power, and Bono was like the protagonist of a great English writer, wary of his sudden changes, and his cheap father, who was not often at home, but who occasionally came back to feel the care of his seven-year-old.

Hybrids tend to accelerate their development in childhood, maintain their physical fitness for a long time when they reach their peak, and then gradually decline at an extremely slow rate, completely different from the physical curves of ordinary humans, which is also worthy of the human greed for dragon blood.

Of course, it is not only the body that is precocious, but also the mind, and Bono keenly feels kindness, so the child has no intention of fighting this unpredictable luck, and accepts the arrangement obediently, completing grammar school in just one year, and then going on to school at an astonishing rate to acquire all kinds of knowledge.

Perhaps because of his longing for the hospital that day, Bono, who was about to enter the University of Paris at the age of thirteen, chose medicine, and a few days before he entered the school, he made his way back to the slums, and he looked like a young man of sixteen or seventeen, whose height alone could have frightened the stocky shopkeeper.

I don't know what kind of psychology Bono turned into the backyard of the boss's house, maybe he wanted to use this body to repay the fat pig a fat beating, but when the footsteps gradually sounded, the fear that had been hiding in the body for seven years came back to the sharp, so he picked up the climbing skills he had practiced as a child, and turned out again in a very short time.

There was a kitten on the wall when he was about to leave, and he remembered very well, it was not very good-looking, black and white, with irregular patterns, and it was lying on the wall licking its fur gracefully.

The dead fat man moved in, and looked around cruelly and did not notice the thief making a noise, but saw the cat in the corner.

That's God's courtesy, the fat man thought.

There are very few street children who come to steal his bread, and even at the bottom of society, life slowly improves over time.

The fat pig hummed and returned to the house, coming back with some crumbs of bread in his hand, which were neither fresh nor sweet, and had a stale smell that no one wanted, but which was a temptation that was hard to refuse for stray cats.

Those crumbs were like air-dried baguettes that no one bought in the bakery long ago, and they were a lifesaver for hungry children.

The chubby shopkeeper crouched on the ground, his mouth making the sound of ordinary people teasing his pet, and the cat approached slowly, and the aroma of fermented starch, milk, and honey roasted in the heat may have masked the stench of the shopkeeper.

There was just a pair of eyes in the corner staring at the disgusting scene, unknown chemicals secreted in the veins, and those eyes lit up with anger.

The two hooves of the fat pig stretched out to the feeding cat, very slowly, and the stray cats are extremely vigilant, if they are not patient enough, they will only leave wounds on their hands infected with germs.

But he is very experienced, and he can grasp the right distance, approach and strangle when the poor animal lets its guard down.

Many, many big and small "eyes" appeared before his eyes, and the sight in Bono's retina was enough to drive people crazy, and he stared blankly, watching the shopkeeper's fat short fingers of dough close to the cat's throat.

He felt his throat choke as well.

The cat struggled as hard as it could.

Bono breathed heavily, as if out of breath.

The red dots that drove people crazy disappeared from the cat's body as if they had been wiped away, and then appeared in various positions on the corpse.

The boss smiled with satisfaction, picked up the lifeless body and walked towards the house, the kind of thing that would be thrown into the street at night and no one would care.

In a trance, he stood in front of the door, his body moving voluntarily, as angry roars echoed through his veins.

The shopkeeper looked in disbelief at the young man in front of him, who was a head taller than him.

Bono picked the brightest "eye" and instilled power into it with his fists.

It is only at this time that prospective students who have studied surgery have a thorough understanding of how fragile the human body really is.

He killed, yes.

After the life of a fat pig is gone, calm returns to him, and his next thing to do should be to cover up the crime of murder.

Bono looked at the poor animal's corpse in the backyard of the bakery and thought calmly, and finally turned his gaze to the building behind him, and he stared at the house in front of him until one, two, or even more "eyes" appeared again.

The next day, even the tabloids in Paris published that this "unlucky" baker was of such poor quality that it even collapsed for no apparent reason, and the falling bricks killed the owner directly, what a tragic accident.

That night, Bono Pennyworth made a rare request to his adoptive father to change his major, and the middle-aged man undoubtedly agreed to the seemingly unreasonable request, and he got his wish to enter the Department of Architecture.

Many years later, Bono chatted with Alfred, who had become Laurent's butler, during a dinner, and at this time he had become Laurent's "executioner" super-high hybrid, and the dangerous hybrids and dragons he killed by various methods every year were close to three digits, especially on the battlefield against hybrids, his killing methods were clever and low-key, and through the prepared accident "piercing" the "eye" of the target, even the blood-based people would only step into the prepared trap like moths.

But Alfred always had a serious expression on his face, and he didn't seem to be interested in his adopted son's proud achievements on the dragon slaying battlefield, but Bono didn't care, his father rarely wrote his expression on his face, and he was used to getting along for many years.

Maybe he drank a little more that day, and the ruddy-faced old man muttered that he wanted him to focus on his career.

Beauno Peniworth, one of the best architects in France.

The spirit of speech was of great help to him in architecture, as well.

"I thought you didn't want me to study architecture."

"I just don't want you to study medicine, for those of us who are going to study that stuff as the next step is to study ourselves."

Bono knew exactly what those things he was talking about.

"They are so charming, everything on them is an abyss, I don't want to see a person jump into it again, on our side you will definitely be looking for a way to kill them, next you will want to figure out why they are immortal, it is very difficult, but you have talent, maybe you will really understand, in the end, everything is trapped."

"That's why you agreed so happily when I proposed to renovate the building, did you know my words at that time?"

The old man put down his knife and fork, poured the mellow red wine into his mouth, and said:

"Remember when we first met? He tapped my cane with an air-dried loaf of bread, which was a specially treated hardwood that I could find on the verge of breaking when I returned. ”

"You didn't swing that loaf of bread with a lot of force, but it just hit a weak spot that no one could spot."

"Now we know that it is the power of the king of the earth and the mountain, and the ability that can only be mastered by the first generation of species appears in the hands of humans."

Bono stared at the red wine beef stew in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking, and he didn't know if he had listened to the old man.

"I was actually very happy when you offered to study architecture, it was the science of construction, I knew what happened that day, you would be in awe of life, and to be honest I was even happier than the day you received your university letter."

Bono, who was approaching fifty, nodded his head lightly without saying anything, something that was gradually numb regained some consciousness, he really did not hate architecture, and his favorite interest after those dirty jobs was to visit those buildings that went down in history, looking for their "eyes", and fantasizing that it must be beautiful to be in a place where something extremely beautiful would crumble in an instant.

Before this, there was always an unknown policy in architectural design, he tried to make the building "one", so that objectively not only made his design beautiful and solid, but only Bono knew that the most gorgeous thing was that once their eyes were broken, the whole destruction was only instantaneous.

He pursued it for a long time, pursuing that broken beauty.

Maybe it's time for a different goal.

Let's try to build a building without eyes.

If not dead before then.