msmithbooks Chapter 22 Suzumiya's Past
Chapter 22 Suzumiya's Past
Liang Gongye stood on the top of a shed, looking at the houses that were layered like fish scales underneath.
It was already very dark, and there were no street lights on Raibo Street, but Suzumiya Ye's eyes seemed to have a layer of night vision equipment attached to them, and he could see things clearly in the dark.
His mission is to find anomalous items called 'blank checks'.
Funagawa Asaka gave a hint.
[The transformation machine that transports money falls into the hands of a haggard red-eyed gambler in a black suit, and is stored in a dirty money vault surrounded by desolate houses, and the clues are in the gold-selling cave]
'Blank check', an abnormal item that can turn out money by writing a number on a check.
But its change of money is not to create something out of thin air, but to move it, to move the cash near the place where the amount is written.
It could be a bank vault, or it could be a private vault.
No matter which one it is, it will cause much more chaos than the 'red hairpin'. After all, people are crazy about money.
more importantly.
The vault near Radium Bowl Street probably belonged to some criminal organization.
The first two sentences are easy to explain, and the last two sentences...
Suzumiya looked at the note in his palm, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, that useless canary was making useless riddles.
This is really wronged Funagawa Asaka.
Funagawa Asaka's ability [Identification] can predict the name of the abnormal item, but in the case of not seeing the real thing, Funagawa Asaka can't be omniscient.
Prophetic poetry is already the limit.
You must know that Funagawa Asaka was controlled by Otonashi, got up from her newly bought house, and learned that Suzumiya had wandered around for a day but failed to find the mission target, and after needing her help, she felt as disgusted as eating a cockroach.
Without Yin Wuxian's control, not only would she not give Suzumiya any help, but she would also add some misleading options.
"Casino?" Suzumiya felt an inexplicable feeling of disgust, a woman's wailing and piercing laughter seemed to linger in his ears, and there was also a disgusting smell in his nostrils.
That kind of disgusting place shouldn't exist in the world...
[Don't get too involved in the drama] The system popped up and interrupted: [If you intended to smash the casino, or if you saw something in the casino and ran to do something brave, pretend I didn't say it]
"...You just said that it is good to be deeply involved in the play." Suzumiya was speechless for two seconds, and he adjusted the ratio of Suzumiya's awareness and Otonashi's awareness in this vest in time.
Casino...
Suzumiya adjusted his breathing, his eyes full of disgust and repulsion changed into a calmness that belonged to no sound and string music.
The system said before that Suzumiya was born in a slum, but he was not, he was just picked up by the leader in the slum.
He was born in a rich family, his father was a casino owner, quite rich, and his mother was beautiful and a housewife.
In the eyes of others, Suzumiya is very happy, the family is rich, and his parents are loving, but that is because they cannot see the darkness under this luxurious big house.
This is a deformed family.
The father abused the mother in front of the son, the man didn't care about the existence of the child, beat and scolded, and even mated like a beast. The cowardly mother hated the father, and dared not leave this rich family, so she had to abuse the weaker son .
She has long lost her qualifications to be a human being and was persecuted by the devil.
This woman with a mental problem, instilled deformed values in the ears of her flesh and blood, that pain is love, pain is a sense of security, and pain is the most secure bond.
While venting her dissatisfaction, she looked at the man's son, who was getting thinner and sicker, his crimson eyes seemed to be burning with distorted flames.
Occasionally, the father would take the mother and son to his own casino, and then humiliate the mother like a dog in front of the son who sat silently on the chair in full view.
In the eyes of Suzumiya when he was a child, the world was distorted, his parents were beasts, and others were demons.
In his world, there is only a disgusting home, a perverted father, a hysterical mother, a casino that smells of smoke and sweat, and laughing gamblers.
The world of teenagers is too small and easily distorted.
Suzumiya soon reached the age of going to school. At school, he was like a little lunatic, withdrawn, violent, and liked to provoke others, and then his nose was bruised and his face was swollen when he hugged his head.
Suzumiya is not in pain, he just finds it interesting, people should be like his parents, with well-dressed clothes and hideous faces, not the friendly illusion they show, all caring and forbearance are all pretended.
"Let's throw him to the slums." Said a senior who had been venting at Suzumiya, using him as a sandbag.
He stepped on the boy's head and laughed loudly: "He will definitely like that."
He really likes it there.
Those bastards were just playing around, and had no intention of killing Suzumiya. They put him in the border area of the slum, and Suzumiya walked in by himself.
As he went deeper and deeper, the darkness and filth here were extremely novel to him, and Suzumiya was at home like a fish in water. He believed that this was what the world really looked like.
Suzumiya had a miserable life, but he was extremely excited. In the slums, he awakened his supernatural powers, learned how to prey on the weak, and learned to find pleasure in blood and killing.
He splashed his dirty blood recklessly, his face became paler day by day, his legs became softer day by day, and rotted into the mud.
Until that person pulled him up who was just drunk and lying on the ground covered in moss and wounds.
That person's light gray eyes were as clean as a pool of water.
There is no fear, no discrimination, no disgust, no desire, like a real god, he ignores and watches.
The man's clean hands were stained with dirt and blood because of pulling him.
In an instant, Suzumiya was burned, cleansed by that, treated as equals that he had never felt before.
The pale boy's hand was hidden behind his back, and he pushed it lightly, longing for the warmth just now, but his face looked hopeless.
"Come with me, my garden lacks someone to help plant flowers."
Hearing 'flower', Suzumiya sarcastically flashed in his heart, he said: "I don't know how to grow flowers, I'm so dirty, any flowers will wither if they see me."
He was clearly someone who coveted his supernatural powers, so he pretended to be very good.
The man stuffed a crystal red crystal into Suzumiyaka's hand, touching his skin for a short time, it scalded Suzumiyaka up.
He said: "Dirty? You are obviously cleaner than anyone else. Promise, come with me, you won't regret it."
Suzumiya raised his head, his gaze was attracted by that crystal for a split second, and he couldn't take his gaze away.
That piece of crystal melted into his body, he felt the rot all over his body, the pain all over his body disappeared completely, as if his soul had been washed from the inside out, Suzumiya had never been so light.
"What is this?" He heard himself asking incredulously.
"A gift for you." The man smiled: "New student."
"Looking at myself from other people's memories, it's weird." Suzumiya randomly pushed open the door of a lucky homeowner, knocked the homeowner unconscious, and picked out a few clothes that weren't dirty from the cabinet and put them on: " So Suzumiya's original ability is only roses, and I gave the healing ability?"
As for Funagawa Asaka, she doesn't seem to have the part of giving the supernatural power in her memory.
No, it seems there is.
When we first met, Funagawa Asaka was tied with a golden rope on her wrist. She saw it with a supernatural power. The effect of the golden silk rope was a stabilizing ability. [Identification] could predict abnormal items, as if it had the effect of the rope .
Damn, he also wants superpowers.
I want that kind of cool late-stage power with a lot of special effects.
[It’s just a script] The system is speechless: [Don’t you think the script of the rotten boy and his god is very interesting, give it personality and give it power]
"I don't think so at all." Suzumiya put on the clothes he had snatched. It was a gray sleeveless shirt, so he took his own clothes, tore them into strips, and wrapped them around his badly injured left arm: " Read as planting flowers and write to kill."
The people Suzumiya killed were all orders regardless of the reason.
There are well-dressed gentlemen, there are also old men with white hair and childlike faces, there are also fierce guards, and there are also ragged civilians.
The sea of flowers ranged from one or two to as many as [-] meters. The most exaggerated time, Liang Gongye stood on the roof and looked around. There was a sea of bright red roses, and the smell was so strong that he was about to drown.
Yin Wuxian's evaluation: "This is a pure use of the script."
Talk about depraved teenagers and gods, the real story is far less gentle, Suzumiya slums, used to seeing the ugliness of the world, full of bad habits, a madman, and a wild dog.
It was the leader's relentless training/teaching, destroying personality, reshaping, tenderness and pain, that made Suzumiyaka become the docile domestic dog he is now.
For example, the most unforgettable passage in Suzumiya's memory.
That was when he first joined the organization, Suzumiya was bored in the garden all day long, he couldn't taste the blood, and his body couldn't bear the pleasure/feeling brought by the pain of deformity, which made him scratch his head with hunger/thirst.
Therefore, Suzumiya disobeyed the leader's order and sneaked out to hunt. The bad habits brought about by childhood and slums had already penetrated into his bones.
Then, of course, Suzumiya was caught.
He was easily restrained by the leader's beloved subordinates, like a wild dog in embarrassment being pressed to the ground, and put in a kneeling posture. Suzumiya was truly aware of his despicableness and uselessness.
The leader squatted down, and pressed his slightly callused fingertips against his naked/exposed neck that was trembling because of panic, and through a thin layer of skin, his cold knuckles were touching the arteries flowing with hot blood. Above, it seems that the next moment, it will take his life.
But what really frightened Suzumiya was not the fear of death, but the disappointment of that leader, so calm that he didn't seem to care about his tone, he might evaluate him as useless at any time, and discard him as if away from him.
"You can't even control the desire/desire to kill, you are more useless than I imagined." The leader's voice was very shallow, with a hint of belittling and majesty that could not be refuted, he said: "Obsessed with blood and killing, I can't control myself." The knife is not worth cultivating."
Suzumiya only remembered that his breathing became short of breath, under the triple despair of facing death, knowing his despicableness and uselessness, and being about to be abandoned.
There are so many strong men who have dedicated their loyalty to the leader, how honored he was to be selected, but he is smart and self-righteous, letting the leader down.
This recognition froze Suzumiya's blood from head to toe.
"I want to trust you again."
The leader's words brought Suzumiya back to heaven from hell.
His face became flushed unconsciously, and his blood-red eyes were stained with morbid madness and excitement. He struggled to get up, still knelt and clinging, but straightened his upper body, his blood-red eyes were full of fanaticism, and he looked at him almost piously. his leader.
"I understand, master, I will give you everything, life, dignity, loyalty, and even my soul."
【'Murderer' is your dog, your knife, whether it's a vest or a subordinate, you are in control. Isn't this kind of script very interesting to you?】
"You're right." Suzumiya didn't struggle for too long, he messed up his black hair, let him fluff up, and pulled a few strands of hair to cover the wound on his forehead, and made himself a bang: "It's quite interesting .”
It's just using Suzumiya's vest to substitute that humble fanaticism, which collides with Otonashi's own will, and it's not easy to distinguish.
Both S and M are my own feelings.
For a moment he couldn't make sense of the confusion.
Suzumiya tore off a piece of long hair that blocked his eyes, folded up the collar around his neck, and put it in his pocket. The young man squinted his eyes, leaving only a small slit to see, making people unable to see the color of his eyes clearly. .
Suzumiya, watching Funagawa Asaka.
What the system gave him was indeed the script of the leader of the villain and villain.
Can't you let him be a good person? The script of you giving me money to do things is obviously very fragrant. After all, the relationship between money is the strongest.
The most important thing is, after spending so much effort to tame those powerful subordinates, and to ensure loyalty even at the expense of brainwashing, why is the direction of this script becoming more and more overworked?
What does the leader want to do?
Destroy the world?