The Retirement Life of a Runaway Desperado

Chapter 12

He turned his head and could see the bottles of cheap wine.

He remembered the conversation he had with Lynn on the road, and it made him laugh. It was a good thing he didn't bet with him, otherwise I would definitely lose money.

how is heIf something happened to him, no matter how bad it was, I wouldn't know.

The waiting was so terrible, like a living torment, more maddening than anything he had ever experienced.

But that's what addicts always do, he thought, thinking that the withdrawal symptoms you're going through are the worst they've ever been, thinking that what seems like an eternity of pain will finally break you.

He's been through it all, and that's when he knew everything was going to be alright and finally going back to where he wanted it to be.

But if Lynn is dead, then everything will never be back on track.

He heaved a long sigh, he had imagined what the "end of the world" would look like, but none of them were so miserable.

He picked up a bottle of wine, feeling sad about the ending.

At least buy some good wine.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, and the acrid smell rushed into his nostrils. "What the hell is this cheap," he said, and took a swig of the drink into his mouth.

As if swallowing a large handful of rusty iron nails, he coughed in embarrassment, burning from the throat to the stomach, I don't know how anyone can stand this thing!

He was out of breath from coughing, and tears came out.When it paused for a moment, he took another sip.

"I know you're watching," he said savagely to the darkness, "but you won't live to tell anyone about it."

There was a low laugh in the darkness, as if he was in the monster's stomach now, and its whole body was trembling.

He threw away the empty wine bottle, which made the same empty sound in the empty bus.

He picked up another bottle of wine.

It's easy to get drunk, you just empty your head and put the crap in your mouth.

People deal with life's troubles by getting drunk from time to time, and that does work, and after a few bottles of wine, he starts to stop picking on the taste of the stuff, and the tension and difficulty just now are gone, and the brain is in a trance and relaxation.

He told himself to be vigilant, but the nightmare just now turned into a large blur of colors, which was not real at all and made people laugh.

There's nothing funny about this, he told himself seriously, but he couldn't help but find it extremely funny.

The black is like thick syrup, wrapping his body, tearing apart his will, wrapping him in sweetness and relaxation.He saw Lynn kneeling before him, smiling at him.

"My God..." he said, the other party reached out to stroke his hair with a clear purpose and a kind of erotic emotion.

The man caressed his cheek, and his fingers rested on his lips, stroking gently, as if this was a great subject worth studying.

Then he lifted his chin, leaned in, and kissed his lips.

Arthur sat there blankly, letting him kiss, feeling the tongue burrowing into his mouth, occupying and exploring bit by bit.

He felt suffocated, and the kiss got deeper and deeper, as if it wanted to stir in his internal organs and his whole soul, occupying nothing left.

He wanted to push him away, but he couldn't raise his hand, and when he finally did, his movements were as gentle as if he wanted to refuse.

The other party smiled, as if satisfied with the scene, he took his wrist and pressed him to the floor.Arthur felt himself being lowered, another man on top of him, the weight was real, but he didn't feel it at all.

"The first time I saw you, I thought," the other said, "you look so beautiful."

He unbuttoned his buttons one by one, and the kisses fell on his neck and down, hot as if they were melting.Become one with this darkness.

"You really taste like..." the voice said, "It's too sweet to describe..."

He felt the tongue licking down his lower abdomen and stopped at the navel, and he unbuttoned his trousers with one hand.

"You sure are crazy," Arthur said.

"Maybe one thing," the other said, "I shouldn't be doing this, isn't it? I see people talking, wearing clothes, interacting with each other, and it's really weird, and I want to know what their lives are like, but that's obviously what I've been doing." Abandoned. I saw you talking to that guy by the campfire, and I saw you choose to be fully human when you could."

He paused, "I saw you curled up on the floor, but I felt lust. Not just devouring, but another kind of... you got a nosebleed?"

Arthur covered his nose, blood seeping from between his fingers.

"Strange, I don't remember you using power," said the other, "you are completely under my control now."

"I did," said Arthur.

"No, you haven't used it."

"I used it before I came to you," Arthur said.

"It's for me," said a voice.

Then there was a loud gunshot, the sound of a shotgun, and the head of "Lyn" in front of him burst open, revealing the person behind.

Lynn stood there, expressionless, his shotgun in hand.Behind him, the windows of the big bus shattered silently, and the glass scattered like snowflakes.It seemed that the skylight in the west could be seen from a distance, and the car was quietly pushed out of the way.

Arthur was lying on the floor, smiling at him, sort of a smirk, to be exact. "I thought you weren't coming," he said.

"I need some time, you're..." Lynn said, "God, what did it do to you? How are you...you're drunk!"

"I thought you were dead," said Arthur. "I thought you were dead. It was terrible."

"We have an appointment, Arthur, you have to wait until I finish everything," Lynn said.

"It wasn't a good idea for me," said Arthur, lying disheveled on the floor, looking at Lynn with an emotion that he never did when he was not drunk. "I shouldn't have put you at risk like that, it was a good idea back in the Order, but I think it's a little too much for a single dad, don't you?"

"A little bit," Lynn said.

"Oh, you have completed the contract." The young boy's voice sounded again, "It's so wonderful, I didn't realize it."

He's standing in the back of the big bus in his goddamn sport coat, looking like he'll never die.

Arthur laughed, as he lay on the ground, a pure drunken laugh.

"One trick, Mr. Monster, I just need to put a little bit of my power on him. I'm a hunter, and I have many, many, many tricks without using power," he said.

"Where to hide the power, let him complete the contract at the time he wants, and become the black eater and your backup. It's a good trick." The monster said, "But as an excellent hunter, you certainly don't know, No matter how many bullets you prepare, they won't work against me, right?"

Arthur rolled over and sat up, his hair disheveled, his clothes disheveled, and he had an infuriating smile on his face.

"That bullet is not for killing you, its main purpose is to confuse the public." He said, "I know, hiding the body and playing tricks with shadows. All the black eaters have done it. Like me Now doing it to Lynn."

He staggered to his feet. "Dark powers that control everything? What the hell is that? I don't need it because I don't fucking need it," he said.

He was unsteady on his feet and almost fell, but Lynn went up to support him.This is in a big bus full of dead bodies, he thought, but he looks so beautiful and makes your heart beat faster.

"How much did you drink?" he said.

"Drink enough that I think I could kill him by force," said Arthur.

It seemed that he was really drunk.

"I'd like to hear what tricks you have to kill me." The boy in the sports jacket said coldly.

"The main body, this one, you don't know where your main body is, right? It doesn't matter what your shadow is, but the main body, tsk, is a terrible foundation that can't be shaken off. Power only exists in the body of a living person. Isn't it?" said Arthur, "and it's not hard for Lynn, who has power, to get out of a locked car and pay a little visit in corners you don't know about, after all, you're huge."

The teenager opened his eyes wide. Arthur picked up his mobile phone, smiled brightly, and said, "Simple speculation, of course you are a collector. You are no longer a human being, but you have an unusual interest in human life. Collectors never Don't let their collections be too far away from you. So, where is your body?

He laughed, "You know, the guy who sold me this thing promised that this thing can blow up a mountain, and there will be a signal at a depth of 1000 meters. It's a new high-tech product. Let's try it out—"

He presses a button on his phone.

"Too early, Arthur!" Lynn cried.

He hugged him, and a dark shadow spread behind him, wrapping the two tightly together.

The next second, the ground under his feet vibrated, and the violent impact rose upwards. Lynn grabbed Arthur and rushed to the exit of the car window, grabbing the rope that had been prepared, and Arthur gestured goodbye to the things below.

"Goodbye, buddy, we're small, it's easy to get out of a mountain of cars, just find a little gap. You're a big guy, it takes a little effort. It's okay, I'll blow you out." He said. Yelling.

That thing rushed over, the boy in the sports coat had disappeared, and what rushed over was the huge shadow dormant in the darkness, it looked like a very old man, or a huge baby, or an unnamed monster in the wilderness , extreme and incomprehensible.

Arthur fired in that direction, his eyes blinded, but his marksmanship was perfect, and the thing slowed down a bit, but it was enough.Lynn grabs him up with all his attention, the power melts into the rope and pushes the car and the dead man inside out of the way, which isn't difficult when you have enough power and the explosion is chasing you.

Before coming here, Arthur had sealed his strength into the ring finger of his left hand, and it was strange, like marriage, there was also a faint chill there, marking the traces of another person.

After finishing, Arthur had a nosebleed for a while, which has not stopped completely until now.

It took Lynn a lot of time to learn to control it, it wasn't easy, but Arthur had shown him how to use it, it was a brand new weapon and he had to get it right.

Luckily he doesn't have to do much, just escape and plant the bomb.And he did.

The monster below let out a huge roar, and the flames of the explosion rushed up from under its feet. It was a terrifying force that could almost change the landscape, tearing and devouring everything.

"High-tech is easy to use, and I didn't spend so much money in vain." Arthur said in his arms.

The devastating impact rushed up against the soles of their feet, the ropes soaked with the power of the black eater plucked them from the grave of the car, and then threw them hard into the air.

They both fell to the ground in embarrassment, Lynn on top of Arthur to keep him from getting hurt.He has a bit of power now - it's like you have an extra part of your senses that can control things around you - and Arthur is now "normal".

The explosion was as violent as an earthquake, overturning everything and tearing it apart. Countless cars, corpses and fragments of soil fell down. Lynn protected Arthur below. explode.Lynn thought, he really meant what he said, he hardly ever used his strength.

A small piece of tissue fell, rolled twice on the left hand side, and stopped.It doesn't belong to anyone, but it's half of a giant eyeball that, at its size, used to be about the size of a TV cabinet.

Lynn swallowed. At that time, he was loading the explosives in the darkness, so he didn't see the appearance of the thing clearly. Now he thinks he definitely doesn't want to see it.

"That's part of it," Arthur said.

"How are you?" Lynn said.

"Tolerable," said Arthur.

He was lying there, and Lynn noticed his messy front shirt, and the buttons of his shirt were all unbuttoned. He saw spots of hickey marks extending all the way down, and there was a strange erotic feeling on his fair skin.

He thought of the sight that made his scalp explode when he slipped into the big bus.

"What was that guy doing when I went!?" he said, "It seemed to be me, it was... it was... was it... devouring or something?"

"Almost." Arthur said, "but it mainly wants to find the feeling of human beings. It can't find that feeling anymore. It just wants to relive it instinctively."

Lynn stared at him, noticing that they were in an ambiguous position, that he was all on top of him, and that he looked erotic and alluring, and now he knew what that stoic Arthur would look like in bed, burning head.

The person below suddenly reached out and hugged him tightly.Lynn didn't pay attention, feeling his breath stop in surprise.

"I thought you were dead, maybe it died when the car overturned, maybe it really had a brain problem and killed you. I've never been so unsure." The man below said, "That's terrible, I It’s never been like this before at work.”

"Maybe it's because you haven't met me before," Lynn said.

"You're alive," Arthur said.

"Yes, I'm alive," Lynn said. He didn't see Arthur's face, but the tone of his voice made him think the man was on the verge of tears.

He hugged him tightly, and the other party responded with all his strength.

He tentatively moved away a little bit, and Arthur watched him intently, his face too beautiful to be true.He leaned down and kissed his lips again.

The taste of strong alcohol in his mouth made him think of something intense and erotic, and the world seemed to be shattered and turned upside down, making him dizzy, leaving only fragmentary movements—tearing his gray clothes , exploring in his mouth, or feeling Arthur tug at his shirt.

At this time, he faintly heard the sound of a helicopter overhead.

He froze for a moment, and Arthur said, "They found it exploded."

Lynn wanted to say, "We can go somewhere else," "Get out of them, and move on." He quickly went through the details in his head and realized that was impossible.There is no place to hide here, this is an endless wasteland, not even a tree, all the cars have become wrecks, and the ones that are not so wrecked have corpses stuffed inside.

Arthur struggled to his feet and said, "I need a pill, I'm totally out of my mind, can you feel that?"

"I don't think it's that serious," Lynn said.

"I don't know what I'm doing now." Arthur said, this is a very serious question for him. In order to know what he was doing, he quit his job, was hunted down by the killer organization, and took his daughter away from home. Take a bunch of harmful and dangerous suppressive drugs every day.

"I need my medicine, right away," he said, "and you need it too."

Lynn let go of him in frustration, and in the distance, the small dot of the helicopter flew over, and he felt uncomfortable for a while.

Arthur stood up, walked around the blown wreckage, and walked towards the blown-out pit.

After all this cleansing explosion, it still looked dangerous, with fires blazing out of it now and then, like a gaping hole in hell.There was a smell of burnt meat in the air, thick and choking.

"Keep your mouth shut when the police come," Arthur said. "We were two lost travelers who came to look because we heard something and innocently found the big bang. I thought we looked safe, one Drunk, a cop."

Lynn is not a person who is used to concealing the case from his colleagues, but at this moment, he thought, it would be better for him to keep his mouth shut.

They walked to the pit, which was as large as a lake, and where the strange organization was scattered.

They looked in, and there was a flame burning below, Lynn wasn't sure if he saw something more supernatural at the bottom, it shouldn't be, that thing shouldn't be so big, he remembered that Arthur said it should be human, what kind of What kind of distortion can make a person like this?

"It's like hell," he said.

The person next to him was silent for a while, "It is indeed. Thank God, you showed up."

Not far away, a small explosion occurred in a car, the flames ignited, and a gust of wind was set off. Lynn carefully protected Arthur. The fuel tanks in those cars were not vegetarian. He had seen a car full of fuel in it before. tanker.

Gasoline is still gasoline, even though it has dried up quite a bit.

After all these years, the cars got their revenge in this way.

end

Lynn took the medicine for a month.

It was one-tenth of Arthur's dose, but it still felt very uncomfortable. His hands kept shaking, and he recalled the feeling of depression that was completely out of control.

That bit of power left him quickly, it came from Arthur itself, it didn't encroach on his soul.

But even so, Lynn couldn't forget that feeling.

It seems that you are another kind of creature, with a completely different way of survival, dark, cold, bloodthirsty, and another sense completely different from normal humans.

It takes a lot of willpower to quit that kind of thing.

When that was over, he asked Arthur, "Is your name really Arthur?"

"I am Arthur." The other party replied firmly.

He has enclosed his life here and will never leave again.

Arthur stared blankly at the new tablecloth at the banquet, and Lynn thought to himself that he might be thinking about changing the tablecloth. He likes to buy some household items, such as kitchen utensils, furniture, and house decoration, as if that is where he lives. The whole world.

He thought again, oh my God, I really like him.

But he didn't say a word, just stood there drinking, as he had thought before, that was probably all he could get from Arthur.

Arthur never said a word about that life-and-death kiss, Lynn suspected he had forgotten it, and he still couldn't bear to say a word about the drink he was forced to drink.

He was standing there, looking at him from a distance, when Helen walked over.

"What are you looking at, Arthur," she said, all dressed in black and flamboyant.Not long after she moved to town, everyone called her Mrs. Bloos at first, but she insisted on being called Helen.

She has been married three times. For her, her husband's surname is far from representing who she is. She is very rich. From the perspective of the sheriff, Lynn thinks she is here for vacation and to hunt some men along the way.for a long vacation.

"Tablecloth," said Arthur, "where did you get it?"

"Good eyesight, this is hand-embroidered." The beauty said, "I ordered it with an acquaintance. Sooner or later, she will make a big sale, and these will become a symbol of taste. If you need it, I can call you Number."

"Thanks so much," said Arthur.

"You're interesting, Arthur," Helen said, "You seem to be interested in decorating and eating, but I don't think you're that kind of person."

"You don't know what I am," said Arthur.

"That's what makes people more curious." Helen said.

She was standing against the table, her posture was lazy and elegant, her lines were alluring like a poster, and the poster talked about what is called a perfect and sexy woman.

"I want to know more about you," Helen said. "Tell me, why do people like you stay in such a small town?"

Arthur turned to look at Lynn, who was innocently drinking a glass of red wine, and Arthur gave him a gentle smile.

"Sorry," he said to Helen, walking briskly up to Lynn, "you shouldn't be drinking too much, honey, it's not good for you. I see you're on your third drink."

"What?" Lynn said.

"I'm just worried about your body," Arthur said.

"What?" Lynn said.

Arthur leaned over and kissed him on the lips. The kiss lasted two or three seconds, it seemed intimate and lingering, and then he said, "Honey, when I promised you to move to my house, I said I would supervise your delinquents." accustomed."

"Mmm..." Lynn said.

He turned his head to look at Helen, and she watched this scene in embarrassment.She hadn't believed that they were a couple since she arrived - her eyesight was indeed extraordinary.But now, these speculations are completely meaningless.

Half the room was watching them, and the other half were not because they took it for granted and nothing to see.

He thought to himself that he would never again have to explain in vain to anyone that he and Arthur were no longer lovers, that it had been established without a doubt, at the most lively party in town.

Arthur patted him on the shoulder like a good brother, and said, "Thanks, this will calm down a lot."

Lynn thought, should I strangle him and kill him as punishment for not having any nerves in his head?

But he didn't say anything, he didn't do anything, and he continued to talk about the supplier of the tablecloth and how to prepare tomorrow's dishes.

Arthur drove home, and Lynn drank a little too much.

He had only tasted two glasses before, and it seemed a little unnatural to stay at the banquet without drinking at all.But after Arthur did that thing, he felt he needed a couple of extra drinks to calm himself down.

Dizzy, he took a shower, climbed into bed, and tucked himself under the blanket.He was still unable to sleep because of excessive emotions, but he ordered himself to sleep, it was too late, and he had to go to work tomorrow.

There were two knocks on the door, and Arthur poked his head in, "Have you seen my "Introduction to Neurology"?"

Lynn hadn't even heard the title of the book, and it seemed to be in German. "I haven't seen it," he said.

Arthur glanced around the dark room and said, "Here, you put it under your laptop."

"It's just been a bad height..." said Lynn, who had taken the book from the living room two weeks ago.

Arthur pulled out the book and turned the pages. It was a monstrously large tome.

"Aren't you still reading now?" Lynn said, "It's past twelve o'clock."

"I am not sleepy."

"Then you should sleep too."

Arthur ignored him and walked out with the book.He always had this attitude, but at this moment Lynn felt particularly angry.

"Hey, no goodnight kiss?" he said.

Arthur turned to look at him.Lynn said, "I officially became your lover in the town today, helping you to block the luck that can go around the town, and I am completely innocent. Since then, I have never had any further opportunities to interact with women , don’t you have any words of comfort?”

"You don't need to go any further with women," Arthur said.

"Of course I do!" Lynn said. "Why do you act like you know everything about me!"

Arthur watched him for a moment, then closed the door.The little light outside disappeared, and there was a secret darkness in the room. As Arthur came, Lynn felt his throat dry.

Arthur sat down on the edge of his bed and said, "Would a goodnight kiss shut you up?"

"...maybe," Lynn said.

Arthur leaned over, he could feel the sag of the bed, feel the heat of his body, his breath on the hair on his forehead.

"No goodnight kiss," Arthur said, "because I never take threats."

Then he stood up, turned and left.

Lynn felt annoyed and grabbed Arthur by the shoulders, pulling him towards him.

Arthur didn't expect to be attacked so suddenly, he was dragged down on the bed, the book in his hand fell to the floor, and no one paid attention to it.He felt dizzy from weightlessness, and then another person kissed him hard on the lips.

His lips were soft, Lynn thought, tasting the alcohol in that kiss, and the same dizzying lust as in the wilderness.

He separated a little distance, and for a while, both of them stayed there.

"I'm sorry..." Lynn said dryly.

"I can't believe it, and now you're saying you're sorry," Arthur said.

"So what should I say?" Lynn said.

When they said that, the two of them were tightly stuck together, and they didn't mean to separate at all.

"I don't know, but it's your business!" Arthur said, "I didn't start it, but I know you definitely shouldn't say 'I'm sorry', I hate that line."

Lynn stared at him, and he lay there with the moonlight on his face, looking unbelievably beautiful.He felt the heat of the body beneath him, and his mouth felt dry and uncontrollable.

God, I want to kiss him again, he thought, I can't just let him go, let him go, it's too hard to even think about.

So he had no choice but to follow his own thoughts and leaned over to kiss his lips again.He stroked his waist with his hand, and felt that the man took a breath, and his body curled up slightly. His hand went in from the hem of his clothes, and pressed against the skin, as if to explore everything in this body.

Arthur held his head up, and Lynn kissed and nibbled down his throat, stretching down, unbuttoning his suit, and the man clutched his shoulders like a drowning man clinging frantically to a plank, his fingers Slender and fair, he still stared at it countless times, fascinated by every detail of it.He'd never felt this lust for a man, and now he wanted to swallow him whole.

When did it all start?He found himself unable to recall it, it was neither dramatic nor amazing, but it had completely changed him.

like his life.

"Finish"