Chapter 50 The Intermediate 2

(The following is the perspective of the middleman)

My madness started that day.

My wife scolded me extremely fiercely and cheated on me, my friend's words after drinking, and my friend's son changed into a dress for his first love and appeared in front of me... There were so many things that I couldn't easily digest that day, so I must be mentally ill. I would actually have a feeling of first love for my friend's son. He was like a taboo light that appeared in my dark life, or a scoop of poisonous water that appeared when I was about to die of thirst when I traveled thousands of miles in the hot desert. I knew it was not possible, but I couldn't help but hold it in my heart.

After that day, the relationship between my friend and I was in a deadlock. He seemed to have not told anyone about the day, nor did he mention it to me anymore. But we could no longer get along as we did in the past. On the contrary, the relationship between my friend's son and me quickly heated up. He must have regarded me as a very interesting toy. Whenever he was alone with me, he would tease me tirelessly, wanting to see the jokes of me, an adult, and immerse himself in the superiority of being able to make adults embarrassed at will. Although my friend no longer supports my son to come to my house, the latter was very bored at his own house, and he still came to visit me and play with me if he had anything to do.

I was so despised and teased by my friend's son, but I also hoped that he could change into that dress and continue playing with me. It made me recall my school days, and every frown and smile of my first love would make me shy and my face hot. However, I became a dirty adult after all, with dirty thoughts in my heart. Day by day, I gradually couldn't control the despicable demon in my heart.

Another unreasonable insult and quarrel from my wife. She smashed the game console at home like a ghost, but I no longer took her and her behavior seriously. And this incident stimulated my inspiration and decided to use it. Taking this opportunity, I said to my friend's son, that I would not buy new game consoles in the future, nor would I update the hardware for the game computer. Moreover, because my friend no longer supports him to come to his home, I may respect my friend and refuse his visit. But if he is willing to do "something" for me, then I will not only overturn all the above decisions, but even be willing to hide his parents and secretly give him some extra pocket money.

If he refused here, I believe my life would not have become so crazy. After all, is it necessary for him to agree to me for that reason? However, he actually agreed, and he agreed to my request with the cute face that was red from humiliation, wearing that beautiful and nostalgic dress. This was a huge mistake for him, and I took his handle, and the more times he did became a natural thing.

I am slowly destroying the worthless life I have built so far with my own hands.

For a long time afterwards, we had frequent private meetings.

However, instead of failing to feel happy and satisfied, I became more anxious and hungry. He actually had no interest in that aspect, and only changed into a skirt just to play with me, an adult. And as time went by, his voice became more masculine. I believe that in the near future, the figure would highlight the male characteristics, rather than as neutral as before. At the same time, he was becoming increasingly alienated from me. I can no longer remember when I saw his smile last time. Whenever I think of this, my brain seemed to gradually become cloudy and hot, becoming a viscous substance that would boil even at room temperature. I became more and more panicked, panicking that the warm and sweet illusions were about to go away.

Especially after my daughter accidentally witnessed the scene of us doing things at home, he never came again.

At that moment, I felt the last wise string in my consciousness break.

The next day, some people in blue uniforms suddenly visited my company. He must have told his parents all the matter and called the police. I had foreseeed that I was not blocked in the company and I threw away my phone and ran away in time.

But after running away, where can I go? The company can no longer go back, and I will only be caught when I go home. Maybe I should surrender myself, so I still have hope of being lenient. After serving my sentence, I can return to society and live a life that can still be fed and fed despite being despised. But why do I do this? Is it because of shame?

However, my shame has long since my daughter witnessed the boy she had a crush on. Now I am just an insatiable beast. No job, no home, no future, no love... I have nothing, and I no longer want to go back. I have to say that there is nothing left in my heart, maybe it is just the urge to exile and distort and expanding desire.

It’s already such a helpless life, so why not end it all.

But before the end, I wanted to give it no room for indulgence in the end. When I made this decision, I found myself near the arcade hall he often visited recently. Perhaps this decision had already been formed deep in my heart, and it took some time to find it out. Moreover, I would become like this, and there were probably his mistakes in it.

But would he be too shameless to blame him? Thinking of this, I laughed loudly at myself in my heart, why was I still thinking about that kind of thing? It was indeed his fault. There were also his friends who deceived their first love and their first love. It was indeed their fault.

While he was walking out with anxiety, I kidnapped him and moved him to the wild and imprisoned.

I don't need to explain in detail what I did in the next period of time. I thought this period of indulgence would last for a long time, at least a few months, or even a few years of mental preparation, until he could no longer make me feel moved. For this reason, I spent a lot of effort to build a messy wooden house with leaks. But in just two weeks, the indulgence ended. He was smelly and haggard, and he disillusioned me. He was still cursing me at first and then gradually became lifeless like a corpse, and perhaps even when he was old, he had a vague beard, which made me even more tired.

The day after his death, I walked out of the woods with a strong confusion and desire to vent. The office worker who had accomplished nothing had died without suspense with his friend's son in the dirty and messy wooden house. Afterwards, the one who wandered in the sun was just a shameless perverted murderer.

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Siren's dream.

After reading the memories of the middleman, I finally understood why Siren advised me not to watch it. But the metaphor she used before was still too warm. This is not just watching bad movies in the cinema, at least I still have the right to leave the seat in the middle of watching bad movies, but I can't fast forward and skip these memories. I can only finish watching them completely and completely. I almost vomited them out.

Those memories did not even end in the middleman killing a friend's son, and there were many more to come. But due to the complicated content, I will give a brief summary here:

If he was barely considered a personal person before imprisoning his friend's son, then he became a beast after killing his friend's son. Those two weeks of experience simply reshape his inner world, and he used the description "I was already dead" as appropriate. Therefore, he did not end his life as he originally thought, but instead found other "prey" to fill his bottomless desires.

He is definitely not a criminal with high IQ, nor is he a well-trained criminal, but he meets most of the characteristics of "a criminal who is difficult to catch". According to my social practice experience, the most difficult thing to catch in the city now is not those criminals with complex and exquisite methods of committing crimes, but those criminals with simple and rough methods of committing crimes. For example, in a place where surveillance cannot be taken care of, stabbed a stranger whom he had never met before, then turned around and left, or even simply went away. His method of committing crimes was to add the "do certain things" link to the above process. After doing it, he no longer imprisoned, but directly killed the victim, and then found a place to hide the body nearby. When the body was discovered, he didn't know which city he had gone to.

The targets of his actions are young or young men, that is, victims who are closer to the "friend's son" in their impression, rather than victims who are closer to the "first love". This is puzzled by me. If he likes his friend's son because he finds the feeling of first love in him, then shouldn't he take action against women who are like first love in the future?

Is it because he has never felt the body temperature of his first love, so he cannot find the feeling of his first love when he infringes on women similar to his first love, and is it the opposite of his friend's son? But I have seen his memory, and he later killed his friend and first love. At that time, he had the opportunity to "do something" with his first love, but he did not do it, but killed it directly. Is it because he still has some good thoughts about his first love, so he is unwilling to defile it?

Or is it true that he was really distorted to the pervert who was addicted to the taboo taste during the long period of contact with his friend's son, and his first love was no longer attractive to him? Perhaps even he could not tell the difference, otherwise I would have already gotten the answer from his memory.

Later, he had lost the will to examine his heart, and might have been escaping from something inside him. He became more and more like a zombie who had rushed over without hesitation without hesitation.

With him as a mirror, I don’t want to see myself.

In the charming dream of succubus, I said this to the demon: Since desire is one's own thing, then shame is also one's own thing. But this sentence can also be valid. In the first half of the charming dream, those bodies like "it"... Assuming that without the amulet of the blue bird, I would not realize that it was a dream. Then, I would definitely indulge in the beauty of the dream and never wake up again.

Desire and shame... This time I just used shame to defeat the desire for "escaping reality", but not the desire for "thinking people but not human things".

So what about next time? Can I still use shame to overcome my desire?

I shook my head and dispelled my confusion and devoted myself to the current problems again.

In short, I have now understood the motivation of the middleman to attack Qiao An.

He took the men he had captured plastic surgery to look similar to Joan, but in fact the men were not like Joan, but both were similar to his friend's son. I'm afraid that in his opinion, Joan was a super rare prey with no one in a thousand, so he was obsessed with that. He didn't even do it directly as before, but tried to create a beautiful "encounter", which led to the surveillance of that period.

But I still have many questions that have not been answered.

I originally suspected that he became a perverted murderer because he got the knowledge of demons when he was an ordinary person. As a result, in my memory just now, I only saw the experience of becoming a perverted murderer, but I didn’t even see the scales and claws of the demons’ knowledge. So how did he become a demon warlock? What is the relationship between succubus and him? Most importantly, what is his relationship with the old bones?

This time I don’t plan to explore the information by directly reading the memory. To be honest, those memories just now really made me feel like I was thundering.

"This is too perverted..." I used this sentence as a summary of his memory.

Unexpectedly, this sentence caused the mapping body of the middle man in front of him to have a fierce reaction, "You are a pervert who is estrusing to the physical estrus of things outside the human body, is it worthy of saying that I am a pervert?"

"He is self-aware?" I turned to the Siren.

"He is a mapper formed in the dream of the memory extracted from the spirit fragments. You can understand it as an automatic dialogue robot. Although I set him to only answer questions, sometimes he will react to words that are not questionable. Perhaps because your feelings just now were understood by this mapper to question yourself." Speaking of this, she thought about it and added tactfully, "Also, I also think it is not very good to evaluate him in terms of perverted issues."

"Aren't you my partner?"

"Yes, I am your ever-resolute partner." She said seriously, "No matter how perverted you are, I will accept everything about you unconditionally."

"I hope that when you say this in the future, at least you will change your appearance first, otherwise you will look like a pervert..." Then, I looked at the middleman again, "Let's talk about your question first, how did you get the knowledge of demons?"

He was very honest now, "I was given to me by someone."

"who?"

"Bitting blood."

I heard a rather strange name, "Who is the person who bites blood?"

"Don't you know? The mixed-blood demon bites blood. When it comes to bad reputation, it is a powerful warlock who is comparable to you in the hidden world." He said.

(End of this chapter)
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