Sinmonger Chapter 2: Homecoming (Part 1)
In the scorching sun, the blood owl, wearing a t-shirt and camouflage army pants, is walking down a desert road.
Sweat soaked his clothes, so he took off his t-shirt, unscrewed some of the sweat, and hung it behind his neck like a sweat towel.
I don't know how long it took, but the position of the sun didn't seem to change at all. In the black and white world, the shadow of the blood owl was always under his feet.
Suddenly, there is the sound of vehicles driving from behind.
The blood owl really didn't expect to hitch a ride on this journey, in fact, he didn't even know where he was going. However, sitting in a car is easier and faster than walking, so Xue Xiao stopped temporarily, stretched out an arm, and made a gesture of wanting to hitch a ride with his thumb.
Unexpectedly, the car backs off.
This is a family hatchback. The back space is very spacious, and the whole vehicle can seat five or six people.
In the driver's seat is a middle-aged man, and his wife should be beside him. The two of them in the car♀ look like ordinary civilians, not like big shots.
"Hey man, do you want a ride?"
"Can you take me to the next town if it's not too much trouble? A gas station will do."
"No problem, come up." The man said, "My name is Edward, and this is my wife Nancy."
"i, hello." His wife greeted the blood owl.
"You can call me Chev." Xue Xiao responded, opened the door, and sat in the back seat.
The car resumes driving. Two things troubled the blood owl, first. That is, he did not feel the slightest sin. According to his judgment, either his ability was invalid, or the two in front of him were saints; second. He was puzzled why these two travelers let him in the car? If you see a woman on the side of the road, or a young man dressed as a nerd, people might stop. But he... a shirtless bodybuilder who looks like he just jumped out of a calendar, with short hair and fierce eyes, gives the impression that he will immediately create a murder case when he jumps into the car. Are these two crazy?
"I said, Brother Chever, how could you be alone in the desert?" Edward asked, "The car broke down? Adventure on foot?"
"My boat ran aground." The blood owl replied. The air conditioner in the car cools him down quickly, and he puts on his t-shirt again.
"Hahaha, you're so funny, Chev." Edward laughed heartily.
Xue Xiao sat behind the back of the couple, he always felt deja vu, and the two blurred faces in his memory gradually emerged and became clear...
The color of their hair, the color of their eyes. The accent, tone of voice, inadvertently revealed little gestures, and even laughter, all fell asleep deep in Xue Xiao's memory. Although it has been many years, it is not difficult to remember.
"Edward." The blood owl suddenly said.
"What?"
"Can I ask. What's your last name?"
"Chirios, what's wrong?" Edward replied.
"Oh. That's it, Mr. and Mrs. Chirios." The blood owl sneered: "If I remember correctly, they should have died. When I was eight years old, I died. You guys were buried in the backyard, remember? Dad, Mom."
Edward and his wife, Nancy, fell silent, motionless, their skin festering from the blood owl's point of view.
After a few seconds, the two people quickly turned into ashes, scattered on the seat, and even their clothes rotted.
The car lost control, but Xue Xiao was very calm. He leaned out, steadied the steering wheel, and pulled the handbrake.
At this point, the car had already rushed off the road, but there was only desert around, and there were no obstacles that could cause a car accident except for telephone poles and large rocks. Therefore, the blood owl was considered to have retreated the car without any risk.
He sat back in the back seat, heaved a sigh of relief, then opened the door, walked around to the driver's seat from the outside, and opened the door there. At this moment, there is nothing on the front seat, no ashes, no rotting clothes, as if when the blood owl looked away, the things there disappeared, or, there was nothing there at all?
Xue Xiao snorted coldly, sat in the driver's seat, closed the door, turned the key, and started the car again.
"Family, did you remember anything?" Another blood owl appeared in the back seat without warning, just where the blood owl was before.
It is impossible for the blood owl to be frightened. He glanced at the rearview mirror and said without turning his head: "I remember when I first got involved in human body dissection when I was a child." He actually laughed: "What was it at that time? It's all fresh, isn't it a happy childhood?"
The tone of another blood owl was calm: "Parents are the ones who brought you to the world. They will accept you unconditionally, give unconditionally, and take you on the first journey of life."
"I'm just a derivative of two young people after a fooling around. They also had extramarital affairs after marriage. My father once did a paternity test without my mother. They had to marry because of my existence. I have to choose family life." Xue Xiao's words completely denied the other self: "The first part of my life, before the age of five, was always affected by my ability, but my cognitive ability at that time was not enough to judge the occurrence of Everything in myself is like a deaf person who is born with a hard time understanding the sound world. So I looked a little weird, and they once thought I was born with autism, and they also suspected that I was the incarnation of the devil. The other time they tried to throw me on the road and even 'accidentally' pushed the stroller off the flyover."
"So you hate them?" another blood owl asked.
"Hehe..." Xue Xiao turned around and said, "We don't have hatred, remember? We can only experience negative emotions from others."
He stepped on the accelerator and drove back to the road, disappearing from the rearview mirror as if he had never been there. It made him wonder if he was talking to himself just now. But from another angle, no matter whether the other self appeared or not, he was talking to himself.
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The desert is white, and so is the sky, but at least in this sketch-like world there are shadows and darkness that distinguish the desert from the sky.
The blood owl drove the car and kept moving forward. Time passed, the sky turned from white to gray, and gradually turned into night. The white moon and stars appeared in the sky again.
Until the gas ran out, the blood owl did not see a gas station. He seemed to be playing the dark history of Sega, the infamous "Desert Bus" game. The difference is that the picture in front of the blood owl is 3d and black and white.
When getting out of the car, the blood owl found a pack of cigarettes in the small storage box next to the steering wheel. After he got out of the car, he lit one for himself, blew the smoke ring, and walked forward.
He doesn't think there is any need for food, water, sleep, or toileting in this world. Since it's a dream, there shouldn't be those troubles. Of course, when it comes to dreaming, if you have prostate problems, or are under the age of eight, it's best to keep an eye on your sheets.
In the dark world, walking with the help of moonlight, he found a bridge in the desert, the kind of overpass built in the city, but this is not a complete bridge, just a section of it, seen from a distance , which are two huge concrete piers standing on top, with a section of concrete pavement attached to them.
The blood owl came under the bridge, there was a shadow here, hiding here during the day should be able to escape the heat, but at night it doesn't matter. He walked under the bridge and found two gasoline drums there. Unfortunately, they were all empty and there was a lot of **** left beside them, such as pumps, bicycle parts, tattered clothes, empty cans, cardboard boxes, etc. Wait...it's like a homeless shelter, just no homeless.
"Cut... it turned out to be just a pile of rubbish." He threw away the cigarette **** and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
In a pile of jumbled rocks, there is a can of the opposite color to the surrounding objects. The opening of the can reveals a corner of a photo.
The blood owl kicked the stone away, leaned over to pick up the can, and pulled the photo out of it.
The photo shows himself, a thirteen-year-old blood owl, standing on a podium, still in first place. He was wearing the uniform of a certain middle school with a gold medal hanging around his neck, but there was no winner's joy or triumph on his face, only a look of indifference and seriousness.
"Remember that gold medal?" Another blood owl appeared again: "Where did we leave it?"
"In front of my classmate's grave." Xue Xiao replied.
Viewers, when you see this, you may think that there will be a touching episode next. If you think so, you are too naive, please respect yourself...
"Why did you kill the boy in second place even though you won?" another blood owl asked.
"Jealousy and resentment arose in his heart ~IndoMTL.com~." Blood Owl said, "It's a threat, I don't think when he sneaked into my house to make a prank, he accidentally discovered secrets like a corpse laboratory, and then Call the police or something."
"He is just a child, do you still expect him to turn all the loneliness after failure into positive energy to motivate himself? That is the professional quality of professional athletes, not the requirements of children. Besides, the situation you said is just It's just an assumption."
"So instead of killing the professional athlete, I killed him, eliminating the possibility of that assumption becoming a reality." The blood owl said disdainfully, "And I also used his favorite things as sacrifices. Going to pay homage to him, I think he should rest his eyes too."
"You won something that was no different from garbage to you, but he died because of a little sin in his heart." Another blood owl said: "But did you just create it because you were in desperate need of experimental targets at the time? For such a reason?"
"Hmph...you're me, then, tell me, right?" Xue Xiao sneered, threw away the photo, turned and left here.
He followed the road, continuing toward the white horizon. (To be continued..