Maren found a rectangular silver box from somewhere. The silver box was very long and took up almost half of the table. He pressed the passwords one by one, and the box popped open with a click, and a puff of cold air like smoke came out of it.
Maren slowly opened the lid, and after the cold air dissipated, the contents of the box finally revealed themselves -
It was a pair of radiant, translucent wings with a light golden hue. Even the veins were clearly visible. The edges were extremely sharp and could easily cut a person's throat. It was not difficult to imagine how deadly and beautiful they once were.
They have been preserved through special processing techniques, covered with a translucent protective film that feels hard to the touch, and are stacked in two layers in a low-temperature box, still retaining their original most eye-catching appearance.
The dim secret room became brighter because of this pair of wings.
Maren looked at the pair of wings, and his breathing became heavy for a moment. He should have destroyed this evidence that could be called a "handle". He hated this thing for killing Beowyn, and he hated the original owner of the wings even more. He even wanted to burn them to ashes.
But his insect baby paid the price of its life for the pair of wings, and Maren couldn't bring himself to do it.
He used this as an excuse to reminisce and to express hatred, and from time to time he would come out of the secret room to take a look.
As long as Maren recalled how painful it was when the wings were cut off from Sanya, the pain in his heart would be relieved a little, but this method was useless at this moment, because Sanya came back -
She didn't know what her son would look like in the future, a straight pine in the forest, or moist soil underneath? She only knew that was the last time they saw each other in their lives, and then as time passed, it became paler and more blurred, and disappeared like a ripple without a trace.
The woman didn't expect him to be so strong. She tried to pry him apart at first, but in the end she started to scratch him with her fingernails and hit him with her fists. She was so angry that her eyes were red. "Let go! Let go! You're here to collect debts just like your damn father!"
At the same time, a strange man came to their house and shouted impatiently: "Are you going to leave or not? The car is about to leave!"
He just followed, following from a distance, without chasing.
The woman cursed until her eyes turned red, and in the end her hair was disheveled, looking like a mad woman. The boy's hand was pinched by her and was bleeding, with a high swollen scar.
You Que suddenly sat up from the bed as if he had received an electric shock, and shouted out these two words in fear. He breathed in fresh air rapidly, as if he had just been pulled out of the water, and was only one step away from drowning.
"I… "
The woman shook her head as if she had lost her soul when she heard this. No, it won’t happen…
He wanted to say that he was scared to stay at home alone and asked if he could stay there, but for some reason he couldn't say it.
If she goes alone, she can survive; if she takes me with her, she will be a burden and will die.
"Debt collector! Damn it!"
Finally, as the car drove away, it became a distant black dot in the woman's eyes.
“Don’t go!”
The more panicked and anxious she became, the tighter the boy hugged her. Finally, the woman couldn't help but break down and cry. She knelt on the ground with a plop, hugged the boy and sobbed, "A Que, I beg you, please let me go, please let me live a few days of good life!"
The man was still cursing: "Hurry up! What if that burden catches up with us again?!"
You Que stared at the wall in front of him with wide eyes, and it took a few seconds for him to regain his sanity. He heard the voice, and turned his head to look at the side a little bit late, and what he saw was Sang Ya's familiar face.
The woman panicked: "Go! Go!"
You Que lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, still not awake from his coma. His brows were furrowed and his breathing was rapid. He seemed to be stuck in some quagmire-like dream and couldn't extricate himself, with cold sweat on his forehead.
Her son was the most filial. He didn’t let go even though it hurt like pinching her flesh. He only let go after she knelt on the ground and cried a few words of pity... If he let go, he wouldn’t chase her again...
She knew he wouldn't catch up...
Outside the window, the sun rises and the moon sets, the dusk gradually fades away, leaving only the skylight, and in the blink of an eye, four days have passed.
He is still so young, has no relatives at home, and there is only a little rice left in the rice jar. If he is gone, how will he survive
The woman thought a lot in a daze, but she no longer had the strength to go back. She was pulled into the car by the man like a rag bag. When she turned around and looked out of the window, she saw a small figure following her.
And he came back alive!
"boom!"
You Que had already forgotten the scene of that year, but the high fever seemed to stir up his brain, bringing up all the memories that had been gathering dust in the past, pain, hatred, powerlessness...
The woman cried incoherently, guilt and pain stabbing her like needles: "Mom couldn't get married with you, I finally found a way to survive, please be kind and give you a life as a reward!"
The boy wanted to cry, but couldn't. He nervously tugged at the corner of his clothes with his scarred hands, looking even more confused than a blind man: "Mom, I..."
The seeds of hatred not only planted in Sanya's heart, but also in Maren's heart, and as time passed, they eroded his rationality and gradually took root and sprouted.
"Mom, don't go, don't leave me, don't go, wuwuwu..."
Mom is wanted by others, but he is not wanted by others. He cannot… cannot drag Mom through hard times with him…
He understood what the woman said...
In front of a dilapidated village house, a boy clung to his mother’s legs and refused to let go. He was not even as tall as the woman’s waist. He cried breathlessly, his neck red: “Is it… Is it because I am not good? I don’t want to ask you for a daddy anymore… Please don’t leave me… I am scared to be alone, I am scared…”
The woman's heart-wrenching cry cut his ears like a knife. Although the boy was young, he finally understood what the woman said. Hearing this, he seemed to have done something wrong. He subconsciously loosened his hands that had been clenched tighter than a pair of pliers and stepped back in shock and panic.
The woman looked at his thin and pitiful appearance, and her eyes were shaken. With red eyes, she wanted to reach out and hug her obedient and sensible son, but the man waiting outside had already walked into the yard impatiently, and pulled the woman up from the ground and dragged her out: "It's too late! Still dawdling, why is it so troublesome to get rid of a burden!"
"I really can't support you anymore! Your father has disappeared from the outside world a long time ago, how am I supposed to support you?!"
Ma Lun slammed the box shut, a ferocious look appeared on his face. He was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and he gritted his teeth and spat out a sentence: "Sangya! This time I will make you die!"
"If you hold on to me and don't let go, I will starve to death with you. I can't stay in this poor place anymore. I can only jump into the well with you..."
Countless emotions piled up in my mind, and finally exploded with a bang—
Sanya was dozing off to the side, but woke up immediately after hearing the noise. He quickly walked to the bed to check on You Que: "What's wrong?!"
The man pulled and tugged, and took away the last pillar of this poor family. The woman's stumbling figure gradually disappeared in the mountain road. She could not hear whether there was any crying behind her. She only felt that her ears and mind were dizzy, and her nose seemed to be blocked and she could not breathe.
"If you don't let go I'll throw you into the river!"
The little boy was very handsome, but too thin. He hugged the woman with all his strength and refused to let go, as if the sky would fall if he let go.
Seeing You Que didn't say anything, Sang Ya stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder and asked nervously: "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? I'll call a doctor for you..."
As he was about to press the bell, he felt an unexpected strong force hitting his waist the next second, and You Que hugged him tightly in his arms. The male insect's force was tight and painful, and it brought with it a bit of panic and uneasiness of having lost and regained something.
Sangya was startled for a moment and felt a little helpless, but did not struggle.
You Que just hugged him tightly without saying a word. He closed his eyes and buried his face in the female insect's neck, feeling the warmth of her body. His restlessly beating heart finally returned to its original position little by little.
Seeing this, Sang Ya touched You Que's forehead and found that the temperature had dropped. He asked tentatively, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
You Que met Sang Ya's concerned gaze, closed his eyes and shook his head. Because of his illness, his handsome face looked a little pale, and the edges of his face seemed to be blurred for a moment in the sunlight. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is this?"
Sang Ya explained: "Hospital, you accidentally fainted in the interrogation room that day, and Chief Harrington rushed over and sent you to the hospital." As he said that, he helped You Que sit up steadily and poured him a glass of warm water.
You Que wanted to say that he was pretending to faint, but he actually fainted. He drank a sip of warm water and saw that Sanya's eyes were bloodshot. He knew without guessing that he had been guarding here the whole time: "How long have I slept?"
Sanya raised his hand and looked at the date on the terminal: "Today is the fifth day. The doctor said you had a common high fever and would wake up in three days at the latest. I didn't expect you to be unconscious until now."
In fact, when You Que still hadn't woken up on the third day, the one who was most aggrieved was not the doctor, but Sang Ya. He was so anxious that he was almost going crazy outside the ward, but he couldn't vent his anger on the doctor. He could only get angry with himself, and his eyes turned red. He was far from being as calm as he said.
You Que looked at Sanya, his light brown eyes seemed to be a little gentler than before, but he always had no expression, so it seemed difficult to detect: "Where is Eggers? Where is he?"
Speaking of Eggers, Sanya had something to say: "After you fainted that day, Chief Harrington detained him at the police station and said he would have full authority to deal with you when you woke up."
The early morning air was chilly, and You Que's voice was inevitably a little chilly: "Full authority? I can do whatever I want?"
Sanya glanced at him and said, "It's a little difficult to kill him, but it's easy to make him live a life worse than death."
You Que gently placed the water cup in his hand on the table: "Has the Ma Lun family tried to save him these days?"
Sanya shook his head upon hearing this, unable to hide his sarcasm: "They are eager to sever their ties with Eggers, so why would they go to so much trouble to get a discarded pawn out?"
Little did he know that Ma Lun's action was exactly what You Que wanted.
You Que lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, but he had already made up his mind: "When you are discharged from the hospital, take me to the police station to see him."
After You Que woke up, the doctor gave him a comprehensive physical examination. All the data was fine, but he just needed to rest for a few days. During this time, the pure-blooded male insects in the south had caused a sensation in the city. There was an endless stream of insects coming to visit under the guise of visiting, but they were all turned away by the guards arranged by Chief Harrington. Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye it was the day of discharge.
Prison was definitely not a comfortable place, at least for Eggers. Counting from the day You Que fainted, he had only been imprisoned for less than half a month, but his face had become much thinner, and his complexion was haggard and pale, like a skeleton.
When he heard that You Que wanted to see him, Eggers was obviously stunned for a moment: "What did you say? He wants to see me?"
The police officer in charge of escorting him kindly reminded him, "His Majesty You Que is waiting in the interview room. He wants to see you. If conditions permit, you'd better ask for his forgiveness, so that you don't have to be detained here forever."
After the police officer finished speaking, he opened the door of the detention room, took Eggers out, put electronic handcuffs on him, and took him to the interview room with his colleagues.
When Eggers entered the room, he saw a handsome male insect sitting opposite the table in the middle. The man's hair had completely turned black, with only a little brown remaining at the ends. Although other parts of his body had not changed, his identity had undergone a drastic change.
A pure-blooded male
Eggers still found it unbelievable when he thought about the rumors he had heard during this period. He sat down across the table in a daze. The prison life in the past few days had wasted him to the point of being a mess. He no longer had the arrogance he had in the past.
Eggers spoke tremblingly: "What...what do you want to see me for?"
You Que was in a daze just now, and he came back to his senses after hearing what Eggers said. He looked across at Eggers, and just by looking at his miserable appearance, he knew that his prison life during this period must have been difficult. He tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, not too fast or too slow: "Mr. Eggers, it seems that you haven't been having a good time during this period."
Eggers felt a burning and ashamed face when he heard this. He remembered what the police officer had just said to him, and begged in a low voice, "Your Excellency... No, Your Majesty, I was blind and offended you last time. I promise I will never do it again next time. You can pay me back or apologize. I will let you command me from now on, as long as you find a way to rescue me..."
When he said the last sentence, he couldn't help but kneel down from the chair with a thump, crying bitterly: "Your Majesty, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die!! Please tell them to spare my life!"
The police station would not do anything to the male insects, but the mental torture of recent days had almost driven Eggers crazy. He was locked in that narrow cell every day, with no insects talking to him and no light. Every minute and every second seemed as long as a century, which was more painful than death.
You Que saw Eggers kneeling on the ground crying like a lost dog, so he pulled out a chair and squatted in front of him. The other party hadn't taken a shower for who knows how many days, and his whole body was smelly. You Que covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and suddenly asked a question that had no beginning or end: "During the time you were in prison, did Maren try to save you?"
Eggers stopped crying when he heard this, then lowered his head. His eyes were full of resentment, and he forced out two words: "No!"
Ma Lun is cold-blooded and ruthless. He should have seen clearly long ago that You Que is now a popular pure-blooded male insect. How could the other party offend You Que for his own sake
Eggers is now filled with nothing but regret. He only regrets why he helped Mullen to be a cannon fodder. Now that something has gone wrong, he has cleared himself of all responsibility and is the only one to take the blame.
You Que was not surprised to hear this, and said with a cryptic tone: "What a pity, he couldn't save you, how can I save you?"
Upon hearing this, Eggers subconsciously raised his head and grabbed You Que's trouser leg, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and said excitedly: "You can do it! You are a pure-blooded male insect. As long as you tell the police, I will be fine. Please help me, I am willing to do anything!"
You Que asked back, "Are you willing to do anything?"
Eggers nodded repeatedly: "Yes! I do!"
You Que raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and said something to him in a low voice. Eggers didn't know what he heard, but his expression changed several times, and even the hand that was holding You Que's trouser leg loosened a little unconsciously, and said in panic: "But... But if this matter is exposed, I can't escape the blame..."
You Que's voice was calm, with no emotion in his eyes: "If you don't want to, I won't force you. Then continue to stay here to atone for your sins. But I can't guarantee when you will come out."
"I'll give you three days to think about where that thing is hidden... Contact me when you've made up your mind."
After You Que finished speaking, he stood up straight, ignored Eggers' distraught look, straightened his clothes and left the interview room.
Sanya had been waiting outside. Through a translucent observation window, he could still vaguely see Eggers sitting on the ground in a mess. When he saw You Que coming out, he asked in confusion, "Why do you suddenly want to see Eggers?"
There was nothing around, so You Que directly pulled Sang Ya into his arms from behind. He rested his chin on Sang Ya's shoulder and looked into the interview room with him. He said in a low voice: "I told you, none of the insects that plucked your wings will escape."
Sanya was stunned for a moment when he heard this.
Sanya originally thought that he would be very happy on the day when his revenge was achieved, but when he recalled that he had killed Beowyn with his own hands, his mind was filled with madness. Now that Eggers had been arrested, he did not feel relieved at all.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, You Que seemed to see through Sang Ya's inner thoughts: "You are unhappy, right?"
Sanya frowned: "Why do you ask?"
You Que slowly held his fingertips from below: "Sangya, it's normal for you to be unhappy."
What is lost cannot be returned, what is broken cannot be filled.
Revenge itself is a painful thing, because Sangya's wings have been plucked off, revenge can not bring him any feeling, it will only intensify the pain in his body, and all You Que can do is to seek back the justice that Sangya deserved.
You Que has no advantages. He only has a pair of hands that are good at stealing, and he is full of conspiracies and tricks. If he had not followed Sangya to the south, he might have continued to be unknown in that poor town for the rest of his life.
This pure blood is dispensable, but if it can bring back belated justice for Sanya, it will at least be of some use.
You Que kissed Sanya's earlobe: "Do you think I'm mean?"
Sanya frowned and looked at You Que: "How are you mean? You are talking nonsense."
Even if he was despicable, he was still the male insect he liked. Sang Ya didn't dislike him yet, but You Que himself did.
You Que smiled and said, "Well, I'm not mean."
He no longer steals.
He is learning to be a good person.
You Que had never learned anything in his life except stealing, but he thought that in the future, he could learn to love Sanya...
(End of this chapter)