The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Hitomi predicts that he will make a big movie about werewolves ten thousand years ago. There is no need to shoot, and he will prepare the material. The protagonist of the story is the dark creature werewolf living in the snowy area, and the witness of the whole story is...

Arecio.

This news caused a "pupil earthquake" on the social platform "pupil".

[Report! The trailer was reposted by the conservation center! 】

[What about the time? Has the time been said? 】

[Sisters above, it seems to be the middle of next month at the latest. 】

[Today, it seems that I am not going to sleep anymore. Yesterday, the attention center was invaded, and today I was crazy about movie trailers. 】

[I want to watch a movie of dark creatures ten thousand years ago! Will Dad Hitomi ask for a whole series? ! I'll buy! I buy them all! 】

This time, unlike "Heaven's Flower," Hitomi didn't let anyone participate in the production. He just went silent and sorted and edited the massive amount of stored video data internally.

The online carnival and Hitomi's intensive gong behind the scenes have nothing to do with Arecio for the time being. There was nothing at the center for the time being. He and the neuropathy returned home after almost two days. Ruzius first paid attention to the vegetables in the small flower garden and confirmed that they were growing well, then the light brain he placed in the room suddenly rang.

He still had dirt on his hands, so he called out Alessio.

"Areci, take the communication."

Holding a bowl of crispy roasted almonds, Arecio jumped down from the second floor to pick up the communication.

"Who? I'm crazy here."

"...?"

The meal delivery boy on the opposite side slowly knocked out a question mark.

Arecio was enjoying the pleasure of discrediting the neurosis. He watched the saint carrying the mud in his hands and rushed in. He immediately turned on the speaker, and he dexterously turned over the sofa, and the almonds on his left hand were not scattered. The saint glanced at him, did not continue to chase, but replied to Guangnao.

"Sorry, the kid at home was joking just now."

The food delivery brother put away his question mark and apologized first. Yesterday, the store was nervously concerned about the real-time situation of the attack on the childcare center. Almost all the orders were not delivered. Today, I specially included a lobster. I apologize.

Ruzius then turned to Arecio again, and the tip of the blood race's ears moved slightly, apparently hearing the content of the call, and was quite interested in the lobster.

The saint suddenly seemed to smile but not smile.

"...Neurotic?"

Arecio bit an almond in his mouth, listening to the "click" sound of bone conduction to his ears, wondering whether he bowed his head to neuropathy because of the lobster.

"You made it that night? Don't you only have one per person a day?"

He is still struggling, what if he is crazy and tricks him into playing?

"I can only have one a day." The saint said quietly, "But when I met an acquaintance, I bought another one with his quota. I didn't expect to send two by mistake. It's really good for one person to eat two. A bit too much."

Of course, this is just showing off! He then smiled faintly, very politely.

"I forgot. There is no one here."

"..."

Arecio was so angry that he ate almonds and bit his mouth.

"but…"

Arecio suddenly raised his ears.

"If you are willing to give me the almonds, it is not impossible to negotiate."

"..."

"give or not?"

"…Do not."

"Is the lobster all mine?"

"...Woo."

In front of almonds and lobsters, Arecio reluctantly gave up almonds and switched to the arms of lobsters. He was a bit angry when he bit the lobster. The usual small wounds didn't need to heal quickly, so the bite in his mouth occasionally touched the rich and spicy sauce, which made him feel very sad.

But the lobster is really delicious.

After eating this hard-won dinner, Arecio shrank on the sofa and closed himself up. The almonds were gone. He was a little slouched, and his mouth hurt. What a horror.

The saint was washing the dishes while observing him, watching the blood clan huddled up on the sofa in frustration, and couldn't help but want to laugh a little. He glanced at the almonds that he had put on his hand to prevent the kinsmen from stealing them. It wasn't that he couldn't return them to Areci, but he had watched Areci eating almonds for many days. It is better to set some restrictions on snacks.

He drew a cat autistic .jpg and pasted it on the refrigerator. While taking out some medicines made some time ago from the refrigerator, he took some sugar and other things. It didn't take much time to put a dish of emerald pudding. On the low table in front of Arecio.

"Don't think about almonds, pudding is okay." He didn't look at the blood family, and fumbled for the spoon on the table as he shut himself up, "Don't lie down and eat, sit up."

...No!

Ruzius' newsletter rang again. He took a look at the content, and it was sent by Marshal Olsen.

"I'll go out for a trip to the military department." He got up and put on his travel coat, "I won't be able to come back in the morning. I will take the almonds. You remember to eat the pudding. There are still some in the refrigerator."

Didn't the fangs bit your mouth? It will be better to eat some pudding mixed with medicine.

Arecio had touched the spoon, but still looked up at him. I am too dedicated to my neurosis, and I have to go out at night.

After a gentle closing of the door, Arecio slowly slipped from the sofa to the ground. No one cares about him now. He wants to lie down and eat while lying down. Almonds can also be re-ordered. It only takes less than an hour for the robot to deliver to the door.

But he suddenly felt a little boring, so he sat up and ate the pudding without buying new almonds.

The neurosis is gone, the whole house is a bit quiet. At this time in the past, even if he was upstairs, he could hear a slight movement of the oven, and then the aroma of sweet custard would come up. It was the toast that he would eat the next morning when he was cooking. With the exhaustion of the blood clan, Arecio really finds it difficult to understand the positivity of human beings, always preparing for tomorrow's affairs, and always staying up late to deal with some things.

He put the empty dishes into the sink, and the automatic dishwasher started operating immediately, washing them thoroughly and returning them to the rack. Next to it was a large refrigerator, and Arecio opened it. This was the first time he opened the refrigerator door. The kitchen was almost considered neurotic territory by him, and his own snacks were always stored in the room.

The refrigerator has many layers, and the raw materials and finished products are clearly distinguished. The most convenient place to reach is the pudding. The pudding plate is pasted with a small light-colored paper sign that says "there is potion". Looking to the two sides, there are baked biscuits and snacks, dried meat and dried fruits, and paper tags are carefully pasted next to them.

【like to eat. 】

【is acceptable. 】

[Not very good. 】

all of them…

Arecio's preferences.

The Kindred slowly closed the door of the refrigerator, his hands on the door, but his cheeks began to flush. He himself felt the rising heat, and he was so embarrassed that he almost wanted to stop this useless human-simulating function, but in the end he just pressed the back of his hand and tried to relax the temperature on the side of his face with the cool back of his hand.

He seemed to be pulled back to the scene of the press conference again. In the slight noise, the saint said softly:

[...Aren’t you scared? 】

He put his head on the refrigerator door.

He seems to be crazy about...

Kind of...

The army sent a car to pick it up, and Ruzius quickly arrived at the army headquarters, where his griffon was temporarily raised and recovered. Olsen invited him over late at night, mainly for Zhu Heng. This time the temple finally revealed the tip of the iceberg, and they needed to seize every opportunity to deal with this dangerous organization.

Zhu Heng is undoubtedly a very suitable candidate. Theo took advantage of him and despised him. The most important thing is that Zhu Heng is familiar with the temple. As long as the military exerts its strength to send him in, Zhu Heng will become a nail in the heart of the temple.

The military has prepared a new identity.

In the quiet and pale temporary detention center, Ruzius saw Zhu Heng. The military department has been very polite to this doctor, only putting electronic shackles on his hands, the old marshal is talking to him, and his expression is very relaxed.

"Here?" He greeted him kindly, and then turned his eyes to Zhu Heng, "I have talked a lot with Doctor Zhu and have a deeper understanding of his determination. The military will provide all assistance. What's next is also I will bother you more."

After all, Ruzius was a hunter in the temple ten thousand years ago. Even though the times have changed, the old marshal still believes that the current temple retains at least some of the things of the original temple, which is the only thing they can grasp at the moment.

Ruzius nodded slightly, and the old marshal left, leaving only him and Zhu Heng in the room. He sat down on the chair in front of Zhu Heng, raised his eyes slightly, and greeted him naturally.

"I wish Doctor."

Zhu Heng smiled, and he gently took the initiative to cause the topic.

"For the next period of time, I am afraid that Mr. Ruzius will have to face me every day." He smiled slightly, "Excuse me, teach me as much as possible. Those who can... help you under Theo's supervision , And completely overthrow his things."

He often counsels dark creatures, and his temperament is gentle and harmless, and he usually brings up the rhythm of conversation easily. But he looked at the expressionless face of the opposite saint, gave up doing it with a wry smile.

"Alessi is right, you really are very defensive against me."

The doctor's keen observation made him notice that the face of the saint on the opposite side only changed when he heard the name "Alessi". Before that, the saint was like unbreakable ice, seemingly transparent, but in fact he was sternly resisting the outside world.

It was not the first time Zhu Heng noticed this incident. He was aware of it when he had previously guided the insomniac Ruzius.

"Excuse me, before we start, can I say something off topic."

The saint lifted his eyes slightly and glanced at him, nodding slightly, indicating that he was OK.

"Actually, you are not only prepared to doubt me?" Zhu Heng said softly, "The look and body language you occasionally show almost means that you lack basic trust in the whole world you are in."

"Maybe this is just my intuitive feeling, but you may also doubt Alice, Marshal Olsen, and even more people at the same time."

Ruzius turned his pen, the sky-colored eyes are light and beautiful, and many people will be bewitched by the glowing appearance. From the bottom of their hearts, they believe that this is a noble saint, just like those legendary heroes. Generally, strong, fearless and caring for others. But Zhu Heng could see the deep indifference from those beautiful eyes.

"With all due respect..." he murmured, "you probably rarely care about anyone outside of Arecio."

When this sentence landed, Zhu Heng saw the saint on the opposite side nodding.

"Yes." Ruziustan admitted quickly, "I pay very little attention to others."

His frank and natural attitude made Zhu Heng feel frightened by such cruel educational methods.

"Who educates you like this... This is really the only thing I have seen in my life. This is the result of constant indoctrination from a young age... Distorted..." Zhu Heng's voice was already trembling, and then he thought of the answer himself. .

"Yes... the temple..."

Zhu Heng has never clearly realized what kind of organization the temple is like at this moment.

"Although it looks like a digression, we accidentally entered today's topic." Ruzius said lightly, "So, let's start here. I think the process of cultivating exclusive hunters in the temple ten thousand years ago was a good one. The entry point, I am also most familiar with, we will start from here."

He took a sip of water and spoke like a small chatter:

"I remember that there were more than 80 children in our group. More than two-thirds of them died of cruel training and trials, and the rest were alive and became hunters at the worst."

He talked about the things, rules, and admonitions he had seen in the temple, some deaths, some overwhelming. From his gentle narration, Zhu Heng gradually sketched the image of a giant in his mind. The faith of the people who owns this colossus seems to be dressed in the light of holy compassion, while at the same time ambitious and unscrupulous, all sacrifices are regarded as the glory of the bloodshed of God.

"My linguistics teacher once counted that the most commonly spoken word in a day was'Arecio'." The saint described this past event as an episode. "For the first ten years of my life, I have been I was thinking about what kind of person it would be; and when I saw him, I was thinking, "Sure enough, he is like this." He is not bad at all from my imagination, the same as in my dreams, and all my knowledge is It can be confirmed in him, and defeating him means that my life has come to an end."

Zhu Heng remained silent for a long time. He lowered his head, only his pupils trembled slightly.

"A hunter succeeded. I envied him." The saint continued, "The temple held a grand ceremony for him. Although he didn't smile on his face at the beginning, he laughed at the end. It must be so happy that Unable to make an expression at the beginning."

"I think..." Zhu Heng interrupted his narration with a trembling voice. This is unprecedented, because Zhu Heng is a very gentle person and is willing to listen. His abnormal behavior made Ruzius stop talking and stare at him quietly.

"Is that person also an exclusive hunter? He...killed his destined blood?"

"…Yes."

After getting the answer, Zhu Heng seemed to be crying.

"What... what a big mistake..."

He whispered and trembling.

"The hunter should really not laugh."

"I am a doctor and I know people's psychology. After the full set of cultivation methods of the temple are implemented, the [destined] position in the hunter's heart will be overwhelming. This is the source of indifference and even doubt about the surroundings, and..."

"That [destiny] is like a beluga or swan, in the deep sea or in the sky, and hunters will chase it for life."

"You will gradually understand everything about [Destiny], their legends and deeds, joy, anger, and sorrow. When you finally meet them, all the understanding of the past is like a key entering a suitable lock cylinder, one by one fastened. , Confirmed one by one."

"Then for an instant, my heart swayed and it was hard to control myself."

He raised his head and looked directly at Ruzius, looking directly at the sky-colored eyes that were rarely shaken.

He let out a sigh, for all the hunters who have [destined]—

"You probably..."

"I will fall in love with him."