Pirate Forest

Humans are individuals but also social creatures, because loneliness is the enemy of life.

"Because even when people like me are understood, you must have some difficulties."

Tarta pushed the flower pot with the Morgan plant to Bob's side. Hearing the footsteps in his ears, Bob's eyelids raised slightly, and the dry skin at the corners of his mouth seemed to have been exposed to wind and sun.

Blood continued to flow out, staining his clothes, and gurgling blood flowed from his abdomen. Bob could clearly feel his life slowly passing between his fingers, like wind and sand drifting toward freedom.

The thick dust appeared in his weak vision and dropped slightly. A wave of sleepiness came over him. His eyelids fell unconsciously. Suddenly his eyebrows danced and a gentle breeze blew on his ruined cheeks.

"Are you going to hell?" The smiling faces that died before his eyes appeared in his mind.

"That's right, God wouldn't send even a bastard like me to heaven. Wouldn't that make him even more idiotic?" When death approached, he did not forget to ridicule this sad fate.

He didn't feel that the people he killed were innocent, because he believed in his heart that no matter how he looked at the dead people, they were not innocent at all.

Therefore, he can calmly accept that the flower of his life is about to wither. He has looked at the world from a morbid perspective since he was a child, and he has a kind of freedom and ease that ordinary people do not possess.

"That's it."

After saying this in his heart, he closed the last gap in his eyelids and arranged his whole body into a large font. The hideous and bloody wound on his abdomen was exposed, and the surrounding air was filled with a huge smell of blood for an instant.

da da da da da

A series of footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they sounded very urgent. They seemed to be running towards him. If you listened carefully, you could feel the sound of something pushing on the deck. The sound sounded like heavy cargo.

"Don't give up so easily, Bob."

Bob, who was staying in the conscious space and was about to step onto the curtain of death, suddenly turned his head. He heard a familiar voice, was it the fat man?

"How do you understand that I don't even understand why I do this?" Bob, who was still looking forward to it, shook his head and prepared.

"It's really ridiculous." He said with a bit of loneliness in his tone and continued to move forward.

For a long time, he has been thinking about the meaning of his life and why he did such terrible and perverted things.

Drifting on the sea at night, a small boat was swaying, and the waves were sparkling under the soft silver moon, reflecting his "ugly" face like mirrors.

Gently stroking the face of the woman he had longed for, it became even more feminine under the light of the moon, no less beautiful than those big stars in the sea, and none of the female singers on the poster were more beautiful than him.

Why on earth do you want to have such a face?

why kill people

The knife didn't know how many times he hesitated over the face that attracted most of the hatred in his incompetent and inferior heart. He even wanted to destroy both of himself several times, so he used this knife.

But in the end, he didn't do it. He had directed and acted in the script several times in his mind to make it like this. He really didn't want to continue like this.

Everything is what he thought. No one knows the truth. I have devoted my happy life to this story.

"I love this face so much." He knelt down under the halo, buried his head deeply into his chest, and washed his face with tears.

after a long time

"I'm not a woman. I really hate this face." Suddenly he dug his nails into his legs, feeling the coldness and pain. A strange smile gradually appeared on his face, and he sucked the bloody flesh intoxicatedly. The fingers seem to be tasting some delicacies from mountains and seas.

Being so sick, he felt that he was a pervert when he was awake. Even he himself could not fully understand what he was doing, let alone Tata, who had only known him for a few hours.

His steps returned to normal and he continued walking towards the light curtain.

"Don't be too self-righteous." Tata outside is like an unreasonable child, chattering endlessly, which makes people upset.

"Do you think your story is interesting?"

"Pirate Hunter, Basketball Monster, Butcher of Millions of Pirates"

"neither"

"You're just a poor guy living in a nightmare you've spun and can't extricate yourself."

"Who cares if you have a tragic past that you say is so terrible? In fact, you don't have the ability to resist at all. It's all your own imagination, right?"

"It was not you who killed your father, mother, and the villagers in that village."

"There are no brothers or sisters at all."

"It's impossible for people like you to kill people."

Tatar's questioning voice broke his already torn clothes again and again, his steps slowed down, his body was bent, and the dazzling light curtain hit him, and his expression suddenly became confused for a moment.

Although he wanted to rush up and punch him and tell him that it was nonsense, he was a famous pirate hunter in the entire Western Sea underground world.

He still remembers how he killed those bastards and strangled them little by little with his hands. It was very cruel.

Every time I think of those guys choking and foaming at the mouth before they die, their eyes full of low pleading, like dogs, it's so happy.

So, how could a murderer like him lie? Just because he has the face of a woman, can he be bullied?

"As expected, all of you are not good people and should die." The light curtain dissipated, and the figures turned into data blocks and disappeared without a trace. The blood-stained Bob opened his eyes and roared.

"Are you a murderer?" Tarta shouted not to be outdone, and there was a tall shadow next to him, but the angry Bob obviously didn't notice.

"Of course" he responded without thinking, how could such a ruthless person not kill someone.

"Then why don't you kill someone every time?" Tata seemed to have caught the opponent's weakness and bit it down without mercy.

"How is it possible that I can tear off the heads of those idiots who offended me?" He instinctively wanted to refute Tata's "nonsense", but as he spoke, he broke into a cold sweat, and a look of horror appeared on his face, which was different from now This feeling makes the bowl-sized hole in my abdomen seem insignificant in comparison.

"It's really scary to turn your head into a basketball, but you won't die from it, right?"

"Creating scary stories one after another in this way, you think this can supplement the lies you told at the beginning."

"However, no dead person appears under the seemingly terrifying ghost stories, but people naturally avoid this problem."

"I honestly don't know what you've been through, but trying to escape reality with such a lame story is really pathetic."

“The life of a seemingly inconspicuous person may contain an unimaginable past, but whether this past is painful, beautiful, or happy, the reason why the past can touch people’s hearts is because it is extremely real and there is no need to question it. , and the stories are always mixed with falsehoods and exaggerations.”

“Only by facing your past can you face the future fearlessly.”