Sell Evil

In countless parallel universes, there are countless earths, among them there is a very insignificant place. And the story I want to tell happened there.

In this world, at the end of the twentieth century, a force used absolute force to break all the barriers between nations, national borders, and beliefs, so that all humankind had become subjects before they responded. Those who dared to resist were cleaned up within two years.

Mankind completed the unification of the power of the entire planet in 2000, and the earth no longer has the concept of national borders from this year. The original "nations" have been re-branded as "houses" or "counties". The name of the city is retained.

A word that has not been mentioned for a long time re-entered the stage of history-the emperor.

For better or worse, at least in this universe, the earth people are not ultimately united together in the form of a federation, but in the form of an empire.

In fact, in the long run, if a few years later, a group of monkeys, or a group of bugs, or even a group of robots invaded from the Milky Way, the Earth Empire will definitely be more combative than the Earth Federation.

Of course, this will not happen in this story.

Things will start from December 2100.

Sakura-no-fu is one of the smallest "houses" in the world. Originally the empire was going to classify it into Long County. However, considering its geographical location at sea, there have been many earthquakes and tsunamis since ancient times. There is also a volcano on it. It is possible to go to Shen Haili someday if the security is not uniform; the jurisdiction of Long County is already very wide, so the upper levels of the empire finally decided to set the Sakura no Mansion as a "fu".

In the winter of this year, a young man ran on the street in a **** breath, and the cold air in the morning was scraped on his face like a knife.

He is not tall, short, fat, or thin. The spectacles on the nose and the bridge of his nose are as thick as the bottom of two beer bottles. He was wearing a black school uniform, carrying a shabby school bag on his shoulders, from the horns to the wind discipline buckle to the trousers, all of them could not pick out the slightest fault, a typical good student.

But this good student was late again.

"Oh, Ikeda, I came running with sweat all over today, okay, sit down quickly." The teacher who said this was Matsuo, a middle-aged man Xie Ding, Ikeda's class teacher, who taught It's math.

This is a very good school, and it also ranks among the high schools in Sakuranofu. However, compared to the colleges where the nobles and royal families attended, it became worthless to mention.

Because the place to live is relatively remote, Ikeda has to catch a very few buses every morning to go to school on time. Once I missed the car, Ikeda had to run for about 40 minutes to get to school, so although he worked very hard, But I will be late for so many times in a month because of various reasons.

Kusatsu Matsuo is a snobbish eye, and Ikeda is the kind of poor student who makes him very despised. He often embarrassed him in public with the slightest mistake made by Ikeda. Fortunately, Matsuo seems to be in a good mood today. Instead of humiliating Ikeda for pleasure, he continues to talk about his class.

This also relieved Ikeda, he rushed to his seat, put his schoolbag lightly, and took out the textbook.

Because I was late, the first class was over ten minutes after Ikeda sat down.

Matsuo didn't make much nonsense. He walked to the classroom with the bell of the class, but at the door, he turned his face and looked at Ikeda with a kind of bad look. Ikeda clearly saw the sneer from the corner of Matsuo's mouth.

"Hey, wet mosquito coils, I have something to tell you, come to the rooftop." The squad leader Miura is a tall and sturdy fat man with a wealthy family. I heard that my father is the director of a large hospital, so Matsuo's snobbishness will make his academic performance average Miura came to be the monitor.

"Oh, okay ..." Ikeda did not respond to the term "wet mosquito coil" because other boys and even girls in the class usually called him that. Mosquito coil refers to his ridiculous glasses, but the wet mosquito coil actually means that it cannot be used anymore, so this nickname is basically equivalent to "waste".

Because it is a senior high school, there are very few bad teenagers in the real sense. However, bullies like Miura are spread all over the universe. From kindergarten to the society, only such characters can be seen everywhere.

Miike Tian has always been oppressed by Miura. In addition to working on errands, he has to write homework or something. Teachers like Matsuo naturally open one eye and close one eye.

After coming to the rooftop, Miura didn't say a word, and somehow hit Ikeda for a meal. He started very hard and didn't talk about proportions. Ikeda just held his head in a ball during the whole process. Signs of a fight, just gritted teeth and endured.

I may be used to it. As soon as I entered school, I was deliberately found out by senior seniors. Later, I also regarded him as the best bullying target. Ikeda, now in his sophomore year, is just a waste fool in the eyes of first-year freshmen, and has not been regarded as a senior at all.

The bell rang, and Miura stopped and turned to leave.

"Why?" Ikeda laboriously squeezed out such a sentence.

"Ah?" Miura spit, and replied casually: "If you want to say a reason, it might be boring, it hasn't been a long time."

门 The door to the roof was closed. Ikeda still fell to the ground. Compared with the bruise on his body, his self-esteem may be more severely injured.

I may cry now, but he can't cry anymore.

的 Students like Ikeda seem to have only two ways to change schools or commit suicide.

What a pity, he has no conditions for transferring to school, nor the courage to commit suicide.

What he can do is to continue this life.

Uh ...

傍 Evening on December 10.

After school bells rang, for Ikeda, every day in high school life is like a good year, and when he comes home, he has to do a lot of housework, because the gambler and alcoholic father ’s father is drunk all day, and generally do three things: Crazy show the lower limit, beat his son to practice the body, drool and sleep.

Heike Tian stepped weakly and walked through familiar streets. The whole world was very dark for him, and every moment of his life was like suffering.

Gradually walking to a remote area, Ikeda suddenly stopped, looked at a shop by the road, and said to himself, "Is there a bookstore here?" He faintly remembered that it was just a lot of space a few days ago, But now there is a single-story building with dozens of square meters. The signboard reads "BOOKS" and the street-facing window is full of books, making it difficult to see the situation in the house.

I was out of curiosity or simply because I didn't want to return to my messy home too soon, Ikeda pushed in.

After entering the house, it feels that the space inside is larger than the outside. The layout of the room is generally a cross shape. In addition to the bookshelves around it, several of the tables are stacked together with books, corners and the ground There are also books piled up. There is almost no passage for people to stand and walk in this cluttered place, and the space is occupied by those piled up books.

The peculiar smell of paper and leather fills the air, which is not bad. A few more steps, you can see a desk, a man sitting on a sofa behind the table, looking twenty or thirty years old, with messy hair, wearing a black shirt and suit, with his neckline open, a pair The appearance of no trimming.

Wu Tianyi did not respond to the customer's visit, so I still held the book with one hand and looked at it, while holding the spoon in the other hand, slowly stirred a cup of coffee on the table.

"That ... Boss ... Excuse me ..." Ikeda instinctively asked where the bookstore came from.

Tianyi didn't let him finish his words, and he didn't look away from the book at hand. He just put down his spoon, raised his arms lazily, and pointed his fingers at the three rows of bookshelves in the left corner of his mouth and said, "What you want to see Something is there. "

Ikeda felt that the situation in front of him was strange, but he still walked towards those rows of bookshelves. He didn't know why he would do as Tianyi said, as if the boss could lead him with a simple sentence. Solve all doubts in happiness.

When I walked there, Ikeda discovered that all the books on this shelf had black covers. It was impossible to judge the content from the appearance alone, so it was irrelevant to pick up any one. So he took a book from the bookshelf and turned to look at the sky one by one. He was still reading and drinking coffee there, ignoring himself completely.

"What a weird guy ..." Ikeda muttered in a low voice and opened the book on hand.

The first page is a piece of white paper. Turn to the second page, with the title written on the center.

It's three words written in green ink that makes people look uncomfortable--Ikeda Wang.

"My name?" Ikeda instantly became goosebumps, and said, "Is it a coincidence? A prank? A TV show?"

He turned back a few pages. Except for the book title, the other text was a regular black printed font. UU 看书 www. uukanshu.com, but its content made Ikeda almost startled.

"People like Dad, let's die."

"Miura bastard, I really want to push him downstairs."

"I want to be a popular boy like Fujita."

Ikeda quickly flipped through these contents, her face gradually filled with panic and shame, until the reading of about two-thirds of the entire book, the subsequent content was interrupted, leaving only a few dozen pages of blank paper.

And the last two lines were: "A coincidence? Prank? A TV show?" And "How is that possible?"

Yun Tianyi finally set aside his book, took a sip of coffee, and then turned to look at Ikeda: "Put the book back, let's talk about a sale."

Ikeda trembled, hesitated, his instinctual fear of incomprehensible things, and the desire not to let go of his book of "voices" filled him, struggling for a while without doing what Tianyi said.

Wu Tian sighed: "Put down the book and come over, otherwise I will chop you up and feed the pig."

As Ikeda compromised, he put the book back on the shelf, remembering the location, and walked nervously towards Tianyi's desk.

Tianyi showed a smile that can't be faked any more: "Ikeda Jun, feeding pigs is a joke, don't mind, what you saw just now is free, but only once." Tianyi raised from Ikeda Shinya until now, the book that I have been holding in my hand, looks like a black cover.

"The title of this book is Miura Kazuya." Tian's expression of Ikeda's expression was very satisfied, and he continued in a very provocative tone: "As long as you do one thing in exchange, you can see it inside Content."