2050, early spring.

The severe cold weather still caused pedestrians on the street to wrap up in cotton clothes, and no snow fell, but the shrouded fog became paler and visibility was greatly reduced.

A figure wrapped in a thick black robe shuttled through the white mist, pushed the mist away, and walked into an old castle-like manor.

The hidden sights hidden throughout the manor along the way, like sharp falcons, carefully stared at every part of the visitor's body.

Deep inside the castle manor.

In front of the warm fireplace, the fire crackled and burned in the furnace.

The hot firelight shone on the priest's face. He had a calm expression and was adjusting the blanket on his knees. When he turned the blanket over, he saw a charred hole on the other side of the blanket.

He was silent for a while, then slowly sighed.

He lifted the blanket and called the servant beside him: "Get me a new one."

The servant looked horrified. Seeing that he was not blamed, he carefully took the burned blanket and turned away.

The priest looked at each word carefully:

Those eyes were clearly reflected in the young man's eyes.

Not long after, a new blanket was delivered to the priest.

The priest's fingers clenched the letter slightly.

Blood was smeared on his mother's lips, but the petal-like lips seemed to be sewn together, and he could not break them open even with brute force.

Old man, if you read this letter, I'm probably gone.

At this moment, as before, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress the sound of pain. He took the intact palm out of his mouth and handed it to his mother's mouth.

For the great cause...

This robe lasted for many years...

Until the boy grew up to be a young man, standing tall and bloody in countless missions, with countless figures falling at his feet.

The priest's eyes flashed slightly.

The dry firewood burned again to the stem and slightly exploded.

The vehicle stopped slowly.

He picked up more snow and pressed it on his calf, using the cold to solidify the blood as before.

He put the bitten calf meat in his mouth, then picked up the snow from the side and pressed it on the wound on the calf. The biting cold seemed to relieve the pain of the tear on the calf.

It also means that our invitation failed, no, it will not fail.

And in the shadow passage behind him, a figure slowly appeared.

The priest sighed in his heart, just like Lao Liu, he did things cleanly and never left any hidden dangers.

A low-key black luxury car drove through the street, and the priest sitting in the passenger seat of the car looked out the window in trance.

Snap.

After seeing the boy build a nest, he seemed to muster up the courage to bite off a piece of flesh on his calf while his mother was resting next to him.

He was driven out.

"Why is it you, Lao Liu?"

But the cold caused heat loss from the body and made him drowsy.

What a clean cover...

The young man panicked, his eyes were red, he looked at his calf covered with bite marks, lowered his head again and bit it hard.

The young man lay prone on the ground and finally couldn't help but sob uncontrollably, like a wild wolf in the cold wind.

This is a middle-aged man, wearing a priest's robe and well-groomed.

The firelight jumped in his eyes, with a bit of sadness and reminiscence.

It's even colder than today.

He pushed it in as hard as he could.

I hope the old guy will stop causing trouble for him in the future. His target will be the inner city, not us.

After waking up the mother, he handed it to her mouth.

Despite this, the tearing pain in his calf and the blood seeping out made him look painful.

Snap!

A piece of dry firewood burned to the stem of the tree and exploded.

"Liu Bureau..."

The priest sat in the car and watched quietly.

He swallowed the bread desperately, but his eyes seemed to spark another kind of light.

The boy gently pushed his mother beside him.

After a while, the pain on the young man's face seemed to ease a little. He took out the snow-black leg meat, handed it to his mother, and whispered something.

"Mom, don't fall asleep. I'll go find something to eat later."

And in this small nest, curled up was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

But I didn't care about the other small holes, because there was nothing so sparse to fill them.

The priest took the envelope and saw that there was no signature on the surface, it was bare and unremarkable.

In the alley on the street, two figures stood here, looking at the mother and son in the garbage pile in front of them.

The fire light swayed, and the area it illuminated spread, reflecting the figure in the darkness under the warm light, revealing her graceful figure and beautiful face, it was Li Meina.

But soon, a piece of russet bread was handed to him, replacing the gentle gaze, which cheered up the young man.

The priest slowly arranged the new blanket, folded it, and put it on his knees.

at last……

I don't know how much time passed, but the severe pain in his calf and the weakness due to blood loss made the young man slowly come back to his senses from the grief.

But while his mother was asleep, the boy bit off a piece again and used the same method.

Early the next morning.

But there were bite marks all over the calf of this leg.

This time my mother did not refuse and swallowed hard.

He took it like a hungry wolf, even almost snatched it, and hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth.

"Why are you here?" the priest asked softly.

But this calf was twisted from the thigh, and the break was obviously due to another reason.

But what is incredible is that in such a dirty place, there are two figures huddled inside.

…

Tears flowed down the young man's face.

This is a talent.

"Mom, I'll give you something to eat right away. Don't fall asleep."

The boy covered the bitten flesh and blood with snow, and also covered the injured calf with snow.

The priest sat on the chair and did not look back, but he seemed to have clearly seen the person coming behind him.

One of his arms was hanging weakly and was obviously broken. The other foot was wrapped around his waist in a weird posture and was obviously broken.

Until the boy became a middle-aged man, he also put on the black and gold papal robe, climbed the steps, and sat at the top of the underground world in the black light area...

The whining cold wind howled, blowing open the broken wooden boards, revealing the gaps.

When you read this letter, I have given him everything I have.

It turned out that the bite marks on his calf were torn off by himself.

The mother's mouth did not move.

The knife has been sharpened and sheathed. Do not open it again to avoid hurting yourself.

The young man's face is immature, but there is perseverance and perseverance between his eyebrows.

The warmth in front of the fireplace seemed to have been driven away a lot, and a chill came over me.

He chewed the meat of his leg, leaned in his mother's arms, and slowly fell asleep.

When the counterattack horn sounds in the future, I believe that no matter what camp he is in, he will join it and become a sharp knife that tears apart the inner city!

"Liu Bureau said there is a letter. If anything happens to him, I must give it to you." Li Meina whispered, and slowly took out a letter from her arms with her slender palm.

The boy suddenly panicked and hurriedly touched his mother's face, but it was still cold.
To be continued...