Siren Blade

Chapter 50 The Middleman 2
(The following is the perspective of the middle man)

My madness started from that day.

My wife abused and cheated on me fiercely, my friend told the truth after drinking, and my friend’s son appeared in front of me in the dress of his first love... There were too many things that I couldn’t easily digest that day, so I must It's insanity.How could I feel something like first love for my friend's son, a forbidden ray of light in my dark life, or a pinch of thirst when I'm dying of thirst while trekking thousands of miles in the hot desert Poisonous water.He knew it was impossible, but he couldn't help holding it in his heart.

After that day, the relationship between my friend and I was deadlocked. He didn't seem to tell anyone what happened that day, and he didn't mean to mention it to me again. It's just that we can no longer get along as we used to.On the contrary, the relationship between my friend’s son and me is heating up rapidly. He must regard me as a very interesting toy. Whenever he is alone with me, he will tirelessly tease me. In the sense of superiority that can easily embarrass adults.Although my friends seem to no longer support my son to come to my house, but the latter is very boring at home, so he still comes to visit me to play when he has nothing to do.

To be so belittled and teased by a friend's son, it stands to reason that I should be humiliated.But I hope he can put on that dress and continue playing with me.It reminded me of my school days, every frown and smile of my first love would make my face burn with shyness.However, I have become a dirty adult after all, with dirty thoughts in my heart.As the days passed, I gradually lost control of the vile demons within.

It was another unreasonable abuse and quarrel from my wife. She smashed the game console at home like a ghost, but I have long stopped paying attention to her and her actions.And this incident stimulated my inspiration, so I decided to use it.Taking this opportunity, I said this to my friend's son, I will never buy a new game console in the future, nor will I update the hardware for the computer for the game.And because the friend no longer supports him to come to his home, he may respect the friend and refuse his visit.But if he was willing to do "something" for me, then I would not only override all of the above decisions, but would even secretly give him some extra pocket money, hiding from his parents.

If he refuses here, I believe my life will not become so crazy. After all, is it really necessary for him to agree to me for that reason?However, he actually agreed, with that cute face flushed from humiliation, wearing that beautiful and nostalgic dress, hesitatingly agreed to my request.This was also a big mistake for him, so I took advantage of him, and more times after that it became a matter of course.

I am slowly destroying with my own hands the worthless life I have built so far.

For a long time after that, we had frequent private meetings.

But instead of feeling happy and fulfilled, I grew anxious and hungry.In fact, he has no interest in that aspect of things, he only puts on a skirt to play with me, an adult.And as time goes by, his voice is also becoming more masculine, and I believe that in the near future, his figure will become more masculine, rather than neutral as in the past.At the same time, he is getting more and more distant from me. I can't remember the last time I saw his smile.Every time I think of this, my brain seems to gradually become cloudy and scorching hot, becoming some kind of viscous substance that can boil even at normal temperature.I am more and more panicked that those warm and sweet visions are about to go away.

Especially when his daughter accidentally witnessed the scene of us doing things at home, he never came again.

At that moment, I felt the last string of sanity snap in my consciousness.

The next day, some men in blue uniforms made a surprise visit to my business.He must have told everything to his parents, and they would call the police.I had foreseen that I was not stuck in the company, and I dropped my phone in time and fled.

But after running away, where can I go again?The company can no longer go back, and it will only be caught when I go home.Maybe he should turn himself in, so that there is still hope for a lighter sentence, and after serving his sentence, he can return to society and live a life of food and clothing despite all the contempt.But why do you want to do this, is it because of shame?

However, my shame has long been broken from the moment my daughter witnessed me and the boy she had a crush on, and now I am just a beast with insatiable desires.No job, no home, no future, no love... I have nothing left, and I don't want to go back anymore.If I have to say what is left in my heart, maybe there is only the impulse to exile myself and the desire to distort and expand.

It's already such a hopeless life, why not end everything here.

But before it's over, I also want to indulge in a last-minute indulgence.When I made up my mind, I found myself near the arcade he frequented recently.Maybe this decision has already been formed deep in my heart, and it just took some time to find it out.Besides, he would become like this, probably because of his fault.

But wouldn't it be too shameless to place the blame on him?Thinking of this, I laughed at myself loudly in my heart, why I was still thinking about that kind of thing.It was indeed his fault.And friends who cheat on their first love, and first love who cheats on themselves.Sure enough, it was all their fault.

When he came out in a hurry with a disturbed face, I kidnapped him, then moved him to the wild and imprisoned him.

What I did in the next period of time probably needs no elaboration.I thought that this period of indulgence would last for a long time, at least a few months, and I was even psychologically prepared to last for a few years, until he could no longer fascinate me.For this reason, I also spent a lot of time building a dilapidated wooden house that was leaking from wind and rain.But after just two weeks, the time for indulgence came to an end.I was disillusioned by the smelly and haggard man, who was still cursing me at first, and then gradually became lifeless like a corpse, and maybe even had a beard growing out of his age, which made me even more tired.

On the second day after his death, I walked out of the woods with strong confusion and a desire to vent.The office worker who had accomplished nothing had died without any suspense in that filthy dilapidated wooden house together with his friend's son. After that, it was just a shameless perverted murderer wandering in the sun.
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Siren's dream.

After reading the memory of the intermediary, I finally understood why the Siren advised me not to read it.It's just that the metaphor she used before was still too lukewarm.This is more than just watching a bad movie in a movie theater. At least I have the right to leave halfway through watching a bad movie. I can’t fast-forward or skip these memories. I can only finish watching them completely.Almost spit it out.

Those memories don't even end with the middleman killing a friend's son, there's more to it.But because the content is messy, here is a brief summary:

If he was quite a human being before he imprisoned his friend's son, he became a complete beast after killing his friend's son.The experience of those two weeks had completely reshaped his inner world, and his description of "the original self is dead" is quite appropriate.Therefore, he did not end his life as he originally thought, but instead searched for other "prey" in order to fill his bottomless desire.

He is definitely not a criminal with a high IQ, let alone a well-trained criminal, but he fits most of the characteristics of a "hard-to-catch criminal".According to my social practice experience, the most difficult criminals to catch in cities today are not those criminals who commit crimes with complex and sophisticated methods, but those criminals who commit crimes with simple and crude methods.For example, in a place where the monitoring cannot take care of, stab a stranger who has never met before, then turn around and leave, or even simply leave the country.And his method of committing the crime is to add the link of "doing certain things" to the above process. After he is done, he will not be imprisoned, but directly kills the victim, and then hides the body in a nearby place.When the body was found, he didn't know which city he ran to.

The targets of his hands are all young or young men, that is, the victims who are closer to the "friend's son" in impression than the victims who are closer to "first love".This point puzzles me. If he likes his friend's son because he found the feeling of first love in him, shouldn't he follow up with women who are like first love?

Is it because he has never felt the warmth of first love, so he can't find the feeling of first love when he violates a woman who is similar to his first love, and his friend's son is the opposite?But I read his memory, he also went to kill his friend and first love later, at that time he had the opportunity to "do something" to the first love, but he didn't do it, but killed it directly.Is it because he still has some beautiful thoughts about his first love, so he is unwilling to defile it?

Or is it true that during the long period of contact with his friend's son, he really twisted it to become a pervert addicted to taboo tastes, and his first love was no longer attractive to him?Probably even he himself couldn't tell the difference, otherwise I would have already got the answer from his memory.

Later, he had lost the willingness to examine his own heart, and maybe he was escaping from something in his heart. He became more and more like a zombie who smelled the smell and drove past without hesitation. .

Using him as a mirror, it's not like I can't see myself.

In the enchanting dream of the succubus, I said this to the devil: since desire is my own, so is my shame.But this statement can also be true in reverse.In the first half of the enchanting dream, those bodies like "it"... If there is no amulet of the blue bird, I will not be able to realize that it is a dream, and then I will definitely indulge in the beauty of the dream and never wake up again .

Desire and shame... This time, I just used my shame to overcome my desire for "escaping from reality", but I didn't overcome my desire for "things that seem human but not human".

So what about next time?Can I still overcome desire with shame?

I shook my head to dispel my confusion and refocused on the problem at hand.

All in all, now I understand the middleman's motive for attacking Joan.

He made the men he kidnapped look like Joan, but in fact, those men were not like Joan, but both of them were like his friend's son.I am afraid that in his opinion, Joan is an ultra-rare prey that is one in a million, and that is why he is so obsessed with it.He didn't even do it directly like before, but tried to create a beautiful "encounter", which is how the surveillance during that period came about.

But I still have a lot of unanswered questions.

I originally suspected that the reason why he became a perverted murderer was because he obtained demon knowledge when he was still an ordinary person. As a result, in the memory just now, I only saw the process of him becoming a perverted murderer, but even the scales and claws of demon knowledge Didn't catch a glimpse.So how on earth did he become a demon warlock?What is the relationship between the succubus and him?Most importantly, what is his relationship with the old bone?
This time, I don't intend to search for information by directly reading the memory. Frankly speaking, those memories just now really made me feel like a thunderbolt.

"This is too perverted..." I used this sentence as a summary of his memory.

Unexpectedly, this sentence actually caused the reflection body of the middle man in front of him to have a strong reaction, "You pervert who is in love with the flesh of things other than humans, are you worthy of calling me a pervert?"

"Is he self-aware?" I turned to the siren.

"He is the reflection of the memory extracted from the fragments of the spirit body in the dream. You can understand him as an automatic dialogue robot. Although I set him to only answer questions, sometimes he will have words that are not interrogative sentences. Reaction. Probably because your feelings just now were interpreted by this reflection body as a question to yourself.” At this point, she thought for a while, and added tactfully, “Also, I also think that you are not Nice to say that about him.”

"Aren't you my partner?"

"Yes, I am your forever firm partner." She said seriously, "No matter how perverted you are, I will accept everything about you unconditionally."

"I hope you will at least change your appearance when you say something like this in the future, otherwise it will make me look more like a pervert..." Then, I looked at the middleman again, "Let's talk about your problem first, how did you get the devil?" knowledgeable?"

He is very honest now, "Someone gave it to me."

"Who?"

"Bite blood."

I heard a rather unfamiliar name, "Who is it who bites blood."

"Don't you know? The half-blood demon bites blood, and when it comes to bad reputation, it is a powerful warlock comparable to you in the hidden world." He said.

(End of this chapter)