rust and bone

"Rust and Bone" Author: Zhe Ji

Alcoholism X Dyslexia

Content tags: tutoring

Search keywords: Protagonist: Squalo, XANXUS┃Supporting role: Dino┃Others:

#01

The ventilation duct is like a huge loudspeaker, whether it is the rattling of rats scratching the ground in the distance or the whistling of wheels overhead, they can all be heard clearly.

Squearo woke up.The other homeless people in the ventilation duct were still sleeping soundly in the sweet dreams of the early morning, the dirty water overflowed, and the walls of the duct ticked regularly.

Rain is heavy.

His shoulder hurts.The bullet kept rubbing against flesh and blood.

Squearo shuffled to buy beer from the vending machine.Moisture and acid rain soaked into the wound, and he barely felt his right shoulder.He tried to tilt his head to check the wound, but he could only see the shoulder line of his jacket that was about to be frayed.

When he turned around helplessly, there were a few black shadows like Easter Island boulders standing in the rain.

He's in trouble.It seems that he is not the only one who is addicted to alcohol.

"Hey." He spoke first.

The shadows were silent, and a man with his hands in his trouser pockets answered, "Hey, Yankees."

"Wonderful morning." He put down the can slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Yes, rain, mud, Hurricane Hazel." The man pretended to put his hand in the air, as if receiving a gift from God.

"Thinking of you." With a low voice, he stretched out a finger and pointed at Skearo very disrespectfully, "Put down your things, go home and sleep."

Boom!

Squearo lowered his head and pulled the ring.

"That's not necessarily true." He raised his hand, and the can rolled down the street, making an empty sound.

"When the tooth falls out, I'll take you home to find your mother."

He puffed out his cheeks indifferently, and sprayed a gulp of beer onto the man's black stubbled face.

A scream, and fists beckoned to him.

He squatted down and put his head down, and his opponent flew past him violently, and his elbow hit the man's lower abdomen.

——His eggs may not be used for the rest of his life.

The man landed on the ground neatly, and when he bounced up again, enduring the severe pain, he threw himself at his waist.

He threw his head back to avoid another uppercut, raised his leg and kicked the soft lower abdomen without looking at it, causing the opponent to retch again and again, which could no longer be slowed down.

He seems to have grown extraordinarily agile in the rain.This kind of agility is not often seen nowadays, alcohol, this faithful companion is constantly eroding his nerves and senses.

A fist the size of a coconut came whistling, he dodged slightly sideways, grabbed the opponent's arm tightly, and jumped up with his knees neatly.The waist was leaned back almost into a flat line, and with the leverage of the arm, he turned around and hit the opponent's face with his knee.

Well done, a slight click of broken bones, he liked the sound of it.

This is the third can of Heineken today.He pulled the tab, opened his mouth, poured the wine over his face with his trembling left hand.

Squearo wiped his drenched hair, and suddenly yelled, "Next!! Piggy!"

The sound of treading water in a panic answered him, and the provocateur ran away crying.

That quickness is gone.He fell awkwardly.After the fight.Muscle aches all over his body, and the damn shoulder injury reminded him that he wasn't young anymore.

Squearo sat down against the wall, a back door opened, and the two figures huddled together and fell into the alley.

He boredly looked away from the cheater in the back alley, indicating that he hadn't seen it.The rain was getting heavier, and his thinking was becoming blurred and difficult to maintain, until he went blank for a while.

Almost at the same moment, there was a slight gunshot in the heavy rain.

--puff!

The cheater crashed to the ground.

He stood up abruptly.It was the gunshot sound that had been processed first, the steady and thick gunshot unique to heavy firearms.Skearo looked up and looked around. In the heavy rain in the morning, the square-shaped buildings stood silently in rows, and the blood in the rain was permeating, irritating the nasal cavity.

——But the other party probably didn't intend to give him time to think again.

boom!When the second shot arrived, the aluminum-skinned cans at his feet were shattered, and the beer bleeds instead of his blood.

This is a threat.

Squearo sprinted forward and finally broke into a frantic run, faster and faster.The aroma of malt sugar mixed with the smell of blood filled his lungs, and that sense of fear returned to his body.

……came back.

Back, that teeth-gritting horror when he was pinned to a green-fleece card table and had his right hand chopped off.

He ran like crazy, something dangerous was approaching.

#02

"Virginia Rockdale Evening News, dinner time, have fun."

He struggled to open his eyes with a splitting headache, as if a clock had been struck thousands of times.The rain was getting louder, and the radio waves in the earphones rustled.

The humid water vapor at dusk made him sleepy. He took a deep breath and turned out of bed abruptly.Walking into the bathroom with bare feet, he inadvertently kicked down the wine bottle, and Tianfang rose wine was spilled all over the floor.

"Spring break is over in St. Caberdis, local residents express strong dissatisfaction with high school students' all-night parties. Conservative politicians are concerned about this..." The tablet man's voice kept on, he scooped up water and washed his face carelessly, the coffee machine Make a high-pitched beep.

"...Rockdale police executives are involved in the assassination of Banana Joe's beloved grandniece, Jacqui Stein Nanno, at the opening ribbon cutting of the Hong Kidal Casino."

Sansas grabbed a napkin and threw it on the floor to clean up the spilled rose wine. The paper towel soaked up the water and shrank quickly. He looked at it thoughtfully for a while, and then sat down to grease the gun.

The flank wound was open.

Not only the head, but also the wound under the abdomen, every joint in the whole body is aching.He tossed away the morphine sulphate syringe with a dirty curse.

How long was he comatose after returning from Hongkidal?The man covered the scope, dragged the heavy shaft back under the bed, and curled himself back up on the sofa bed.

"Virginia's gun control law is on the agenda today, welcome—" Sansas lit his cigarette, and turned off his earphones with a snap.

He could feel the blood oozing slowly from his side. Damn, did God want to make an Eve for him who is immoral? [1] Before he had time to think carefully, there was a knock on the door.

Sansas squeezed his cigarette and grabbed the extended caliber Browning at hand.

The rain was getting heavier and louder, and after the loud bang, the walls that had been in disrepair made a buzzing tremor.

The door opened.The heavy iron door with memory springs is fixed at a small angle when it is unscrewed, and a silver-white gun barrel protrudes out of the gap of less than fifteen degrees of rotation.

Squearo raised his hand obediently, his shoulder injury was involved, and he grinned involuntarily in pain.

From top to bottom, the barrel of the gun slanted against his temple.The muzzle of the gun was very steady, and it was convincing that with just a slight shake, Browning would blow his head off.

An irritable and hoarse voice from inside the door said: "Whoever you are, if you are wise, get out of here now."

He waved his left hand and said bluntly: "Don't bother, I can follow you, and I can run away from you."

Browning poked his temple threateningly.The man inside the door holds a cigarette in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, the little finger of the hand holding the cigarette is raised up in a philistine way.He leaned against the empty wall of the entrance unhurriedly, and the gun in his hand did not let go.

"...What do you want." The man took a puff of cigarette and slowly fell silent.

Squearo twisted his neck and looked in.

"Listen buddy, I have a bit of a wound that needs to be dealt with, can you—"

The person at the door stepped forward, cut off his words and cursed tightly: "Zhaza, are you threatening me?"

"—I saw you."

The man in the door narrowed his eyes impatiently.

"I saw you," repeated Squearo, "the one who shot at Junkidal—"

--boom!

Hearing a bang, he lowered his head reflexively, knowing without looking that bullet holes were left on the wall behind him.

Squearo watched invisible sulfur-smelling smoke rising from the muzzle of the gun.They stood very close, only separated by a door. The one on the other side of the door was the evil spirit painted with acrylic paint on the Millennium calendar.

The muzzle of the gun hit his temple again, accompanied by a hoarse "roll away".

Squearo obediently rolled away.

He couldn't roll very far, and he didn't have much strength, so he lay down on the platform at the corner of the two floors with all his clothes on.

Difficulty struck in the water vapor, and the sky was getting darker and darker.

He had several dreams, and creaking high heels woke him up on the way.The woman who went upstairs had beautiful calves, and she didn't even look at the half-dead man on the platform.

Squearo looked boredly at the woman's upskirt, she must be a slut.

He fell asleep for the second time after the sound of high heels died away.

second person.His footsteps were soft.

【1】In the Bible, God took Adam's rib and created Eve.

#03

The man stood at the door, clean and soft, so out of place in this room.

He left his shoes at the door, ignored the wine stains on the ground, and walked barefoot to the sofa.

Sansas was lying on his back, and in a light sleep, the wound on his abdomen continuously leaked dark red liquid.

The man bent down and kissed the ferocious god's forehead.

"Get out of the way," he ordered impatiently as he opened his eyes.

Dino Ferrari reached for the gun.

"No. Let me see."

He lowered his head again, this time it wasn't his forehead hair, but his chapped and pale lips.

The person on the sofa gasped deeply and painfully, hooked his arms around his neck, and suddenly tightened it. Dino held Browning, who was still warm from gunpowder in his hand, and moved the gun like wiping off a woman's underwear. Erase it from his hands.

Then, uncover the sticky blood on the man's abdomen