【Shadou】Alternative of the same kind

Angel was preparing things in the kitchen alone.

He did not turn on the light, but lit a candle and put it on the table.This feeling of returning to medieval Europe is reassuring, especially for a pure Englishman like him.

The plastic funnel was cleaned and turned upside down on the towel. He is now wiping a jackknife with a carved solid wood handle. After cleaning, he picked up the almost dry funnel and placed it on the mouth of a white oil barrel that had been scrubbed.

"You don't actually have to do this for me."

Silan Udos was always silent like this, and now he was standing beside the candle with his hands folded around his chest, and he was like this again, holy and majestic.

Angel has told himself many times that he has nothing to do with holiness, majesty, power, and will. He belongs to darkness, evil, fear, and desolation... These are two extremes.

But I still can't deny the voice in my heart, that voice sings piously, praising the darkness in front of me, his light—this is a contradiction.

"This is what I should do."

Angel continued to pack things, wrapped some thin tubes, medical cotton and other things with tape and string, and then picked them up and walked towards the door.

"Sir, be careful of wax dripping on your body."

"..." Shelan Udos didn't speak, but withdrew to the side and threw herself on the sofa.

"I'm going out, sir."

He picked up the paper bag on the table.

"Should I throw this away? The crepes are past their best-before date, and you shouldn't be able to eat them, so should I throw them away?"

"Ah, whatever you want." Shelan Udos lay on the sofa, raised one hand and waved it indiscriminately.

"Wait." He started suddenly, and the big movement caused Ultramarine's hair to block one eye, but he didn't want to look at Angor at first, so it didn't get in the way.

"Forget it, take it back."

"Okay, do you have anything else to do?"

"...Come back soon, Angel."

"Okay, sir."

Angel went downstairs with those things, put them on the back seat of his motorcycle, put on his hat and galloped, splashing frost and snow all over the ground.

"Cool!! Who is he?"

Salaman, who had just returned home from school, only saw the back of a man on a motorcycle galloping past the gate of the community.

Salaman held the Rubik's Cube in his hand. He tried to solve the Rubik's Cube yesterday morning, but failed. He carried it with him like a maniac, just to play with it when he had free time, but he always used Failed.

He didn't go home first this time, but went straight to the activity place in the community.

He believed he could find Sandral there.

"No."

He lowered his head and looked at the Rubik's Cube in his hand with some frustration, turning it around from time to time, as if admiring a defective work of art.

And that gaze is nostalgia, pity and admiration for it.

He continued to sit at the same position that day, on the upper part of the slide, and imitated Sandraar's original movements from his impression, as if he could synchronize his souls in that way, fantasizing that he was Sandraar, so that maybe there would be a magic stroke, and he could be like That person also spelled the Rubik's Cube well.

He started to twist the blue color blocks, even though the person wanted to see the red ones being put together, he still wanted to spell the blue ones, this is paranoia, paranoid people are very different, but in all Among people, he is very ordinary, and they form a group called "similar".

But as if by a miracle, he has put together the two sides, and the blue and green are connected together.

He was very pleasantly surprised, as if he was not the one who made the result, and then he brought the Rubik's Cube closer to his eyes and observed it carefully, as if it was a rare treasure, and all the others disappeared, leaving only one, and the last one was In your hands, it belongs to you.

Holding the Rubik's Cube in his hand, he suddenly felt that the color was a bit off-putting, and then he desperately messed it up.

Destroying his own "work" is a cruel thing, he hesitated a little and lost his breath.

Eventually he got that messy Rubik's Cube again, and then he started to put it together, imitating the feeling of last time.

"you are here."

"Yes, Mr. Sandral." He was a little used to the sudden arrival of the visitor.

He turned his head and saw no one, and then he slid down the slide and saw the down-to-earth man on the back of the slide.

Shelan Udos took a breath, and the white mist dissipated in the air.

"What are you doing?" He walked over, making some noise this time, but very faintly.

"No, it's nothing...just..." He put his hands behind his back, taking the Rubik's cube with him.

Then he desperately messed up the blue and red sides that were about to be spelled, wondering why he did it, but he didn't have time to find out.

"...I'm just trying to solve the Rubik's Cube, but I can't do it well." He stretched out his right hand and took out the Rubik's Cube, because the heated surface was covered with liquefied water vapor, "And that..."

"What?" Shelan Udos reached out to take the Rubik's Cube and twisted it in his hand.

"Can you teach me?" He closed his eyes tightly, as if he had spoken some love words, which were similar to the love words that Apollo accidentally and innocently said to Daphne after being shot by Cupid, but the love between Apollo and Daphne ended tragically. He didn't know if his request would get an equally tragic reply.

Time slipped away slowly, but Salaman felt that everything was still, only himself and the other party, including the shadow under the street lamp, this narrow space was operating normally, and he felt that something was wrong, as if the surroundings were the same as before, only himself here Time paused, as if he could easily grab a snowflake with his outstretched hand, and it would not melt due to his own high temperature.

"...", Salaman could see the other party's lightly raised lips, as if everything could slowly see the white mist gradually change from a slender strand to a cloud, and then slowly burst. It was a strange shape that liquefied and then evaporated , The white mist slowly disappeared, and the sound from Sandraar's vocal cords was exposed in the air and passed into his ears.

"Like this, put it together first, I think you can do it, but I have studied it, and your spelling has no skill at all." Silan Udos sat on the ground and began to say to himself, "First Spell out the cross, and then spell out the four corners... Hey, are you listening?" He felt that Salaman was standing there carelessly, and turned his head to glance at him.

"Ah, I'm listening!" Salaman, who came back to his senses, was startled, and then stood there upright, like a soldier.

"You can't see clearly when you stand there."

"Yes!" As he spoke, he trotted two steps to sit next to him, a sense of joy welled up in his heart, he really wanted to try to ask others, but he had never tried it before, it can't be said that he hadn't, but every time he wanted to speak , felt that the other party was ignoring him intentionally or unintentionally, or just said a few words in a perfunctory manner, but finally found an excuse to stop, and then walked away quickly - he lost the confidence to talk.

"Then," Shelan Udos looked back at the Rubik's Cube, "Put it together layer by layer, don't think that you can just put together one side."

This is teaching, teaching from darkness.

Your life, your body, your heart, everything is not complete, some people are intact, like a Rubik's cube put together, there is light, there is heaven in the eyes of Catholics, it is Jewish Worship Jerusalem, but you are different, you are incomplete, you are not perfect, incomplete means you cannot leave the darkness, your incompleteness will scare those who are in the light in heaven, you are only in the blackness that no one can see Fight yourself like a human figure to get out of the shadows and bask in the sun.

However, sometimes the sun will tear you apart, you are still a defective product, and you will be swept back into the endless blackness.

What he has figured out in the black world is how to put himself together, one side is the appearance, which is used for camouflage, and then layer by layer, he must perfect other aspects at the same time, but he always can't put together the top layer, put the The four sides are all put together, why is this?

Because it is a luxury to make all four sides at the same time, you see, even one side is a luxury, so what do you want more?You shouldn't want anything, you shouldn't open your mouth or reach out and ask for unrealistic things.

So he has learned how to put himself together for a long time, and no longer expects that the four sides can be perfected simultaneously. He changed the direction and went to put together the last side. He believes that if you put it together, the rest will come naturally, but He didn't succeed.

Because he found that he was not complete.

But the Rubik's Cube is different, it is complete, and based on it, it has been distorted and broken, and it will recover and become better. This is recognized by everyone, but it only takes time, and time is not a problem for him.

Because he found that he was not complete.

But the Rubik's Cube is different, it is complete, and based on it, it has been distorted and broken, and it will recover and become better. This is recognized by everyone, but it only takes time, and time is not a problem for him.

"Then do this again, don't continue to put together the four sides, but put together the last side." He dexterously put his fingers on the smooth cube of the Rubik's Cube, applying light force, and the colorful small squares take the center as the axis and space as the axis Limit arbitrary rotation.

In fact, Salaman didn't listen very carefully, his attention was not here, and to be honest, he didn't seem to be completely out of the surprise.

"That's it, return it to you."

Shelan Udos raised the Rubik's Cube in front of Salaman at some point, startling him.

"Thank you."

"You are really a person who likes to thank you."

"But I always feel that you are acting weird today." Salaman took a step closer.

"...Where?" Shelan Udos' eyes were never colder than before, but his hair covered his eyes, because he is now in a slightly lowered posture, with his waist down and his center of gravity lowered. Poses ready to attack.

"You have a weird smell...I didn't have this smell when I saw you two days ago."

Salaman scratched his head in doubt, and lost a piece of fiery red hair, and Shelan Udos had a panoramic view.

"Is that so..." He seemed to relax the tense muscles all over his body, and stretched casually, "I'll go back first."

Then he stepped on the snow calmly and walked away, the footsteps were weak, and he seemed to be struggling, then he stopped, took a long breath, and continued to move towards the program-controlled door, the footsteps were louder than before. With graceful steps as usual, Salaman did not hear the sound of snow being squeezed.

"Hello, how can I get to this address?" Angel took off his helmet, shook his half-length silver hair, and slowly took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"This? Let me see." The middle-aged man took the paper and unfolded it.

This is the corner of the street, and there is only the faint light of street lamps at the end of the long road, and this place is hardly shrouded in light. Angel is used to the darkness, but this person is not.

"There is no light here, let's go to the intersection to see the address?"

As he said that, he was about to walk towards the intersection.

But no, there is a road leading to the light, there are many people on the road, what he needs is a single prey.

"No, I'm in a hurry, do you want to use the headlights?" Angel tapped the headlights symbolically.

"Good idea." The middle-aged man stood by the headlights and waited for the lights to be turned on. This angle was perfect. He stood on the same side as Angel, and he squatted down slightly. His eyes longed for the lights, but he didn't notice. Own.

"Hmm!" The middle-aged man lost consciousness and fell to the side. Angel put the medical cotton with ether back into the hidden pocket of his clothes, got out of the car, and retrieved the address card—without a single word.

He began to unload the things behind the motorcycle without haste, and when he was done with everything, he took out his jackknife and held one end of the thin tube in his other hand, and he inserted the other end into the bucket.

"Stab—" A not-so-big cut appeared on the middle-aged man's neck, Angel skillfully located the position, and inserted the tube hard into the piece of flesh and blood.

There is a dark red liquid in the white oil barrel. In the place without lights, it looks like the day is swallowed up by the night from the ground.

Someone heard the sound of the motorcycle turning off, someone heard the sound of footsteps going upstairs, and someone heard the familiar rhythm of knocking on the door...

He also smelled blood, a very dangerous smell, which he was all too familiar with.

"That motorcycle is cool."

The next day, when Salaman came back from school to watch the house, it was the motorcycle parked downstairs.

"I don't know if the one I saw yesterday was this one, ah... I don't remember clearly."

He opened the program-controlled door and walked slowly towards the floor where his home was located. There seemed to be a magical force in front of him attracting him, and he unconsciously quickened his pace.

Qun Qing's hair was blown by the cold wind, he looked thin, and at the same time he was only wearing a black shirt, and the pants were made of a material that he couldn't name.

He seems to be spending time here aimlessly, but he seems to be waiting, waiting for whom?

Is it yourself?To be honest, no one has ever visited him.

So, are you waiting for yourself?

"you....."

"Are you leaving school at this time?" He turned his head to look at Salaman, and noticed the schoolbag he was carrying.

"Yes." He nodded.

"By the way sir, can I ask you a question?"

"Speak." He hates talking, but he doesn't know why he always has the patience to talk to this child.

It's not the same as before, who?Own.

"What kind of gift do you like?" He said in a low voice, which was a mosquito sound that ordinary people could not hear.

"what?"

"No! It's nothing!" He shook his head anxiously, then turned around to find the key to open the door, but when he took out the key, he saw his own green agate decoration - it was found by the person behind him, and he blamed it over him.

He suddenly felt that this thing was hot, and he threw it out reflexively.

He hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

But did not pick it up.

"Give you."

Shelan Udos handed him the key.

"correct."

"Say it!" Salaman didn't dare to face Sandraar, not knowing why.

"How do I smell now?"

Shelan Udos leaned over, and both of them leaned forward, but Shelan Udos moved a little wider.

This angle, this distance, is just enough for the other party to smell his body.

"Salaman?"

"I'm listening." He boldly opened his eyes, but looked at the ground indiscriminately.

"What I'm asking is, how do I smell now?"

Salaman sniffed, and the strange smell from yesterday disappeared, as if it had never lingered on this person.

"......no taste."

Shelan Udos nodded slightly and moved away.

Salaman desperately opened the door and ran back into the house.

What was it yesterday?

Not fresh foie gras, not frozen caviar.

The body rotting in the dirt, the skeleton began to loosen and crumble.

Is that the smell of rot?

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