Bab 10: Chapter 10: Sweetness and floral scent in the night
[In the cemetery, you stare at Father Enrique's tombstone in a trance]
[Looking through the news, you found the news that Father Enrique passed away a few days ago. According to the news, Father Enrique died of a sudden heart attack. He didn't even have time to be rescued. He just passed away like this.]
[As a person with some fame in the world, the death of Father Enrique was naturally mourned by many people. Many dignitaries publicly expressed their regret and sorrow for his passing. The news naturally used a lot of space to introduce the life of Father Enrique, praising his character while also regretting his departure.]
[Even at the end of his life, Father Enrique was still working for a church that was struggling to operate - when you saw this sentence in the second half of the article, you had a bad feeling]
[As expected, although the second half of the article is still telling about Father Enrique's deeds, the church is always mentioned from time to time, as if Father Enrique has some deep connection with the church... This kind of behavior of trying to make a fortune at any time, whether it is fame or money, makes you feel disgusted]
[And for someone like Father Enrique, if he didn't specify otherwise, his body should have been brought back by the church and buried in the church cemetery, or transported back to his hometown to rest in peace in his homeland. But now it is lying in the cemetery in the same town as the church, telling others in both explicit and implicit ways that "Father Enrique has some connection with the church here." Do you think that if it is possible, they would even bury Father Enrique directly in the cemetery behind the church?]
[It was Father Enrique's first time here, but they described it as if this was his hometown]
[It's really disgusting]
[Also, Father Enrique did not die of illness, but was murdered - the young man who brought you here told you the real cause of the priest's death]
[You asked him how he knew this, but he just smiled and said nothing]
[You know what he wants to say, so you fall silent]
[Seeing that you understood what he meant, the young man changed the subject and told the story of why Father Enrique was killed... It was nothing more than that he came into contact with something shady, and the priest happened to have the ability to expose it and the credibility that made the world believe it.]
[In order for the dark industry to continue to operate, even Father Enrique, who has a little fame in the world, must die.]
[Of course, to save face for the church, the whole body will be left behind, but that's all.]
[The young man said a lot of things, including his admiration for people like Father Enrique, some veiled consolation to you, and the details of how you went from being a prisoner to being their "consumable"]
[You don't care about these. As for the words of comfort, you are already immune to them and can clearly distinguish them.]
[Now you just regret why you asked him for help in the first place, which led to his ending up like this. The reputation you have accumulated through your life of doing good deeds was forcibly taken away by others, and even became a tool for others to make money.]
[You really want to cry, cry for the departure of Father Enrique, confess your mistakes to him, and apologize for causing him to end up like this.]
[But you can't do it. Your tears have already dried up in that place called a warehouse but actually a prison.]
[You gently stroke the tombstone, as if this would allow you to touch the priest who wants to help you, as if this would allow you to convey your apology to him.]
[You let go of a lot of things, including the idea that you could be saved and the intention to "ask for help". Your heart returned to its previous calmness like dead water, and the ripples that had arisen again because of the girl's arrival were gradually smoothed out.]
[Oh, yes... and her... that girl——Elysia, she's still alive... She's all you have left to pray for.]
[You no longer expect yourself to be saved, and you no longer expect her to save you. You only hope that she can be stable, and you only hope that she can be safe... You only pray that you can tightly protect the faint, trance-like little light and expectation in your heart that seems to be imagined by yourself]
[The young man next to you seemed to have noticed your thoughts and casually told you that "only the priest died"]
[You feel a little relieved in your heart - this is the best news for you]
[Then, the young man who had fulfilled the promise took you back, and you officially began the rest of your life as a "sword"]
[Time flies by, you cycle through training, resting, and going on missions. Almost in the blink of an eye, you have grown from a boy to a young man. And just as the young man who led you guessed, you have become the best "knife" in the organization.]
[Killing people quickly and accurately, none of the missions he has sent out have failed, and he never asks who the target of the mission is, nor does he ask "why" in return, and he doesn't care about the details of the mission.]
[As long as you provide the information of "where, when, and who to kill", you can complete this task. You have never failed, even if the target is the leader of a country.]
[The organization has also expanded a lot due to your "superb record", established connections with many special forces, gained more clients with special identities, and gradually changed its original structural framework to become more standardized.]
[It was during this process of continuous expansion that the organization gained its name - Poison Pupa, and you are the sharpest "knife" among them, the "golden signboard" of Poison Pupa]
[You are usually very quiet. Apart from wandering during breaks, you have never had any entertainment, and you don't have any special hobbies. You are like a killing machine.]
[Well... you can't really say that? After all, you really like eating candies, especially star-shaped ones. You really like this kind of candy. This is the consensus of everyone else in the Poison Pupa, and it's also your only preference that everyone else knows about.]
[Of course, you have worked so hard for Poison Pupa, so it is only natural that Poison Pupa will reward you. The most obvious thing is that Poison Pupa will give you some "privileges", such as longer vacations, more generous reimbursement limits, etc.]
[In your opinion, the best reward that Poison Pupa gives you is that Poison Pupa is willing to provide you with information about "those guys", the guys behind the priest who tortured you in the past.]
[Only after truly coming into contact with the complex interests behind it, can you discover how complicated the relationship is and how huge the entire interest group is]
[So far, you have killed hundreds of people related to it, but you have only uncovered a small part of this interest group.]
[You can't kill them all. Maybe there are still people joining this group. The person you killed might be replaced by a new person the next day. This "industrial chain" will never be suddenly broken because of the absence of someone.]
[What you do is just a drop in the bucket... but even so, you will do it]
[Because this is the only thing you "want to do" now]
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At night, the prosperous city is brightly lit and the streets are bustling with people. Even late at night cannot stop people's enthusiasm. Playful children are acting coquettishly, hoping that their parents will let them "play for a while longer". Intimate couples are rushing to the movies at night, laughing and discussing whether they should have a midnight snack after the movie. Employees working the night shift sigh, wondering whether they should switch with their colleagues next time they work the night shift.
And in this bustling place, there is a super high building that can be said to be a "landmark". The lower floor is where people go to play and shop, and the middle floor is a hotel. The expensive price makes ordinary people stay away, and the upper floor... no one knows about it.
It was probably the office building of some company - most people guessed so.
Maybe it's someone's private garden. After all, rich people like to do this - some people said jokingly.
Unfortunately, what this small group of people said came true. This is indeed the "courtyard" of a rich person or a group of rich people.
If you could enter one of the floors of the "courtyard", you would be shocked by the luxurious decorations, the piles of expensive wines on the shelves, the various delicacies, the young boys and girls walking around in seductive clothes, and the obscene sounds faintly heard in the various booths and corners. If you could enter some special rooms, you might see even more "exciting" scenes, or be knocked unconscious by some strong and pungent smells, such as blood or something else.
They play here, party here, and indulge in their desires here.
Don't worry that your ugly desires will be hated and ridiculed by others - because other people have similar ones.
Don't worry about how interesting your proposed "game" is—others will be interested, too.
And don't even worry about whether what's going on here is a "crime" – although the answer to that question is obviously "yes", but they're not going to get caught, are they?
They fully display their "real selves" and go further and further in the pursuit of ultimate pleasure, day after day and night after night.
Of course, even so they were still not satisfied. After all, this place... was too small and could no longer satisfy them.
But they were not worried, after all, they had contacted "those guys" and had the authority to land on that "island".
There they can release themselves more unscrupulously and do more... no, they can do whatever they want.
As for the fact that their happiness is based on hurting others... does it matter? They are paid for it!
While they were directing the boys and girls... no, it should be "toys", instructing them to take off their clothes and make embarrassing or shameful poses according to their instructions, they were fantasizing about whether they would have more room to play when they arrived at the "island".
But today...
"By the way, did anyone of you change the aromatherapy here?"
One of them twitched his nose twice and asked with a smile, pulling over a handsome young man dressed in women's clothes.
Yes, he is a teenager for sure.
"It has a light floral scent and a sweet flavor... It's pretty good, to be honest. Can I have one for my room, too?"
"Hey~ Don't tell me, I just felt it too, this smells good."
"It seems that no one here has made such a request... Maybe the person in charge here changed it himself? You can ask him for it later."
The others didn't take it too seriously and just responded casually.
"Okay, I'll ask him for it later."
The person who spoke first also smiled and nodded, greeted his companions, and then stood up with the handsome boy and walked towards his room.
Pushing open the door, he revealed an interior that was not much different from that of a high-end hotel - this was natural, after all, he was different from others and did not have a preference for blood or disgusting things.
He simply likes to "experience various different objects". It doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl, or whether it's 4 or 40 years old, he will do it all the same... In short, his XP is broad.
"Okay, go lie down."
He patted the boy's buttocks gently, said casually, then took off his clothes and walked into the bathroom, ready to take a bath first.
But when he came out again, he found that the boy had fallen asleep on the bed.
"Really? Do you want me to do it myself this time?"
He frowned, a little unhappy, but then he thought again, sleeping with X seemed to be an option, and it might even be more interesting.
The air conditioner in the room adjusted the temperature to a suitable level. A speaker hidden somewhere played soothing music. The sweet aroma filled the room. In addition, a handsome boy was sleeping on the bed, wearing astringent clothes and completely unaware of the outside world...
Ah~ I can't do it anymore~ I'm [avoiding it on my own]~
Just as he was getting ready to start with excitement, he felt a sudden pain in the back of his neck. His body from his neck down seemed to have suddenly lost perception, and he fell limply onto the bed.
...Huh?
He was still a little dazed, not knowing what was happening. It was not until the pure white bed was stained red and the smell of blood came from his nose that he realized why he was like this.
I was killed... I was killed just because I was in a trance.
The other party entered his room at some point, then came silently behind him and killed him.
Who is it? Who could it be? I haven't offended anyone recently.
He tried hard to recall and get his mind moving, but unfortunately, his body was not strong enough to support him to do so. His pupils gradually became dilated, his thoughts gradually stagnated, and finally he was forever frozen in that confusion.
The smell of blood gradually spread in the room, eventually mixing with the sweet, aroma-like smell.
"Pah—"
A faint sound rang out in the silent room, accompanied by a slight, sporadic rolling sound, and a light white star fell into the palm of his hand. I put it into his mouth and savored the feeling of the sweetness spreading in his mouth. Then there was another faint crisp sound, and he put the candy box away, opened the door, and walked into the silence that was the same as the inside of the house, bringing with it the sweetness like aromatherapy.
After a while, the sweet smell merged with the faint floral scent lingering in the hall.
"Solved?"
"Um."
The girl who got a definite response shook off the blood on the knife and put it back into the sheath. With her neat movements, her long cherry-colored hair swayed gently, like falling cherry blossoms.
"Huh... Just like before, the mission will always be easy as long as I'm with you...."
Perhaps because the mission had been completed, the girl adjusted her breathing, hesitated for a moment, then stiffened her face, pretended to be relaxed, and spoke for the sake of conversation.
She was reluctant to say such words.
"The mission isn't over yet"
He just reminded the girl calmly, then glanced at the blood-stained light blue flower on the ground, and his gaze returned to the girl.
"This is not a good habit."
He reminded her that whether it was the small flowers called forget-me-nots that would remain or the faint floral scent that remained on her body from carrying these flowers for a long time, these were not good habits for people of their status.
"We all have each other at this point."
The girl responded to him without hesitation. After all, the sweetness on him was even stronger than the floral scent on her.
"Let's go."
He did not dwell on this topic for too long, but just turned and left, and the girl naturally followed quickly and walked side by side with him.
"Why don't you go check on those kids? Maybe there's someone you know there."
'She was trying to find something to say again, and under normal circumstances, she wouldn't be asking these questions' - he soon realized that.
However, he still responded.
"No."
He said calmly.
"None of that matters anymore."
Even if there were people he knew among those children, what did it matter? It was just another reminder that the church had not been changed at all, and the children inside had not been saved... that was all.
But now...none of this matters.
The girl realized that she had talked about a not-very-good topic, and her expression became even stiffer. She wanted to say something to make up for it, but she didn't know what to say.
"......"
In the end, the girl could only remain silent in embarrassment walked into the shadows with him, and soon disappeared.
After a long time, someone finally woke up from his coma. Seeing that all the owners of this "courtyard" had become corpses, he called the police in extreme panic.
Soon, the police walked into the "private courtyard" that was previously prohibited from entering.
"It's really… surprising."
A police officer looked at the scene in front of him and took a long time to utter these words. It was unclear whether he was lamenting about this "courtyard" located on the upper floor of the high-rise building or about the people who died here.
"Who called the police?"
The leading police officer shouted:
"I...I reported it."
A handsome young man stepped forward hesitantly and said timidly... He seemed to be a little afraid of the police officers and even resisted contact with them. He seemed to have many scars on his body, some light and some dark.
"name?"
"…My name is Wright, officer."
The boy responded.
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