In the following week, similar scenes continued to be staged inside and outside the city.
In the first three days, I clearly felt that Shiloh was slowly becoming impatient. The frequency of her assassination of me is obviously too high. Once the assassin misses, the target's vigilance will soar in a short period of time, and it is difficult to find another good opportunity. And Hilo doesn't care about such common-sense things at all, as long as I relax a little, it will appear immediately, and of course it will miss almost every time.
The only trouble is when I'm sleeping.
On the second day, Shiloh resorted to the old method, hanging a rope from the beam, and launched a surprise attack. That time I slept more soundly, she almost succeeded, the short knife cut open the clothes on my chest, and left a long wound on my chest. There was blood everywhere, and although I pressed Hilo to the ground with my backhand, but that night was really quite thrilling.
On the third night, I took off my clothes to take a shower as usual, and as soon as I half stepped into the bathtub, Shiloh got out of the water. I was caught off guard and fell backwards, only to slip and barely escape After this knife. Hilo was wet from head to toe, flaxen-colored short ear-length hair was wetly stuck to his face, and there were still a few strands of hair hanging around his rosy lips. Because of soaking in the water for too long, a pair of eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and they felt a little more agile than usual.
Taking advantage of my fall, Shiloh tried again, but I tripped and fell back into the bathtub.
Her small body was struggling in the bathtub, and she finally stabilized. I have successfully got up from the ground, and she has no last chance.
Hilo spit out the water he drank in a panic just now, stopped in front of him with a horizontal knife, sat in the bathtub, and looked at me vigilantly.
I said angrily:
"What's the matter, do you still want to wash with me? I'm not old, but I have a lot of ideas. Tell you, it's impossible! I'm a man you can't get."
Shiloh was a little annoyed.
Although she couldn't see it from her expression, she knew that she couldn't beat me head-on, so she still didn't run away. Instead, she struggled to get up from the bathtub and slashed at me with a knife.
I pressed her head, pushed her back into the bathtub, and said:
"Okay, I finally got a chance to take a hot bath. After washing myself, I can go where I should go."
After half an hour, I went in to take a shower again, and found that the window was open, and a bathrobe was missing, probably taken away by Hilo.
Since it was Bai Huang's set that was missing, it caused a lot of trouble later on. Bai Huang insisted that no one but me had a reason to steal her bathrobe, and directly called me a pervert. I had no choice but to imply that besides me, Heji was also a man and had a motive for committing the crime, so Bai Huang gave up.
From the fourth day, I can feel that Shiloh has a slightly different emotion for me.
It's not a bloody love story, it's not even a good impression, it's just a "habit".
Like a wild cat on the street, it was very afraid of people at first. When you feed it with something, it will avoid it far away. When you put down the thing and go far away, it will run over quietly, sniff it, and then eat it carefully. But if you repeat this, you can get closer to the wild cat little by little, because it is used to you giving it food.
The same is true for Hilo in my opinion.
Every time she failed to assassinate, I would let her go, and she gradually developed a judgment of "I will not hurt her". In my opinion, this is just a simple reflex formed by repeated training. To put it bluntly, it is a habit.
So what good is this habit
In my opinion, this is the first step of trust.
On the fourth day, I went to a drill rabbit farm and caught two plump rabbits that were hibernating. Then I boiled a pot of rabbit meat and mushroom soup nearby. A bowl of soup in winter definitely has an extraordinary temptation. After a few sips, the whole body is warm and indescribably comfortable. While I was taking a nap with the soup in my hands, a diamond-horned rabbit suddenly ran past me.
I looked back and saw Shiloh standing there with a knife in his hand.
Seeing me looking at her, she hesitated and left.
It seems that he wanted to assassinate me while I was eating soup, but I didn't expect that the rabbit nests here are too dense, and I accidentally stepped on a nest, which startled the rabbits inside and made me aware of it in advance.
I stopped Shiloh and handed her a bowl of soup.
Hilo held the soup in his hand, fell silent for a while, and drank it in small sips.
She has very good teeth, and when she drank rabbit meat, she crunched all the meat and bones and swallowed it.
Then when she returned the bowl to me, she suddenly drew a knife and stabbed me in the throat.
I raised my hand to block it.
A cold light flashed. The bowl fell to the ground, the blade sliced open her skin, and blood spattered her face.
Hilo gasped for breath a few times, his dark pupils trembled slightly, and suddenly turned and ran away.
I took out the gauze I had prepared with me and bandaged my wrist. Compared with the pain of the wound, Shiloh's final expression caught my attention more. She looked really weird, like... a little guilty.
Looking at the back of her leaving, I couldn't help showing a smile.
Just now, I actually had a premonition that she would make a move, and I could dodge it too.
It's just that I didn't do that.
One of the protagonists in The Farmer and the Snake is a snake, but humans cannot be as cold-blooded as a snake. A person who has to consider that many people will starve to death before burning food and grass does not look like a truly cold-blooded person. As she said herself, she just didn't know what was right and what was wrong. So it's very simple, I just let her understand.
Some food is delicious, and after eating it once, I want to eat it again. This is desire.
Someone gave me food so that I could have enough to eat, so that I would not be so hungry and cold in winter. This is satisfaction.
But now, when he was going to assassinate that person, the knife in his hand pierced his skin, and blood flowed everywhere.
This is repaying virtue with hatred. The resulting panic and pain is guilt.
Isn't she an emotional killer
Yes, I, Lide, can teach her what emotion is.
Her expression was indifferent, and her heart was cold, so I went to tell her what warmth is. With delicious food, with warm water...
And, with my blood.
In the past seven days, I don't know how many times I turned on the water and how many tricks I let her do.
She wants to use the knife, just let her go. Shilo stabbed my head, throat, heart, and lower abdomen several times with a knife, and finally changed directions, only adding a wound to my body. The expression on her face also became more and more dazed, more and more heart-wrenching. To put it bluntly, the assassination failed every time, and she was afraid that she didn't know what she was doing.
Then, on a dry morning in the north wind, I went to the street to buy breakfast, and met Shiloh who was hiding in the alley.
She was holding the knife, she seemed to be in a daze, and I didn't even notice that I walked past her not far from her.
I thought about it... and decided it was time to move on to the next step.