MANIAC INSANITY [18+]

CHAPTER 2

A City is the easternmost part of this land, and it is also a city of desire and sin.

After dusk, the last ray of light in the sky was swallowed by darkness, and then the lights were ignited. Every brilliant light can confuse people's eyes and mess up their minds.

A tall building with golden splendor was isolated on the side of the road, and the golden lights on it made it particularly dazzling in the night.

In order to avoid being disturbed tonight, the host set up a checkpoint a few kilometers away from the house, isolating all irrelevant personnel outside. The street scene that used to be bizarre and glamorous is now deserted and looks a bit depressed, and the atmosphere is weird against the prosperous lights.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The long-silent stairs suddenly heard the sound of footsteps from leather shoes, slowly and gracefully, leaving blurred marks on the carpet that was laid flat without a trace. The owner of the steps should be a calm person, completely different from the solemn and solemn state in the corridor. Then the footsteps came from far away, becoming clearer and clearer, and finally seemed to fall into everyone's ears.

All the people who had just relaxed because of waiting stood up straight involuntarily in an instant. They looked forward, no one turned their heads, but they had already felt the pressing momentum.

A man in a dark suit walked through the corridor and entered the room in the middle. His handsome face with clear contours was slightly raised. The warm light above his head illuminated his high nose bridge and sharp jaw like a knife. The slightly long forehead hair on the left side covered half of his eye, and the crow-like eyelashes cast a deep shadow under his eyes, and his eyes were deep and profound.

A masculine and cold face, with a thin scar on the right temple, dividing the end of the eyebrow into two parts, and also adding a bit of wildness to his dullness.

The black eyes as bright as stars swept across the crowd, and when he saw the woman in the corner, the black quiet pool was like a small stone falling, rippling a circle.

After looking at each other for 17 years, time was particularly kind to the beauty's face, but there was no sense of familiarity.

There was a moment of hesitation, and then immediately returned to the sharpness of a hawk.

"Mr. King, please."

The voice interrupted the memory. The man glanced at the middle-aged man next to him, who had a fake smile on his face that was completely different from the atmosphere of this room.

The room was like a huge hall, and the man sat directly opposite. The host of this banquet followed him and closed the door. The sound of the lock was crisp but unpleasant, which made the man's heart sink.

"Narcissus, how are you?"

After not seeing each other for many years, the uncle and nephew sat here so officially, and the only remaining blood relationship seemed like a joke.

"I knew you wouldn't ignore your mother."

Narcissus's eyes moved slightly, his upper and lower jaws rubbed slowly, and his sword-like eyebrows knitted together.

He just wanted an answer, so he took the risk alone. He was unfamiliar and resistant to the title of "mother", which completely touched his sore spot.

Harlow smiled gently at the two people behind the man, and then looked at his own people in the room. The huge contrast gave him confidence.

"But I didn't expect that you really only brought these few people. The King family's trust in the Mill family is really eternal."

"Bang, bang, bang!!"

The atmosphere was condensed, and the two men behind Narcissus put their hands on the pistols on their waists. Before they could move, a burst of gunfire outside the window broke the silent night. This sound was a signal and also like a switch. The street without even human voices was filled with noise for a while.

The two tall and burly bodyguards beside Harlow rushed towards the man at the moment of the gunshot. In just a moment, the sitting man jumped up and drew his gun at high speed. "Bang, bang!!"

With two sounds, his arms were level with his shoulders, and two accurate shots hit their eyebrows.

The heavy body fell to the ground, raising the old dust on the carpet in the air. Harlow was stunned by the sudden change for a moment, and then stretched the woman next to him to block in front of him.

"Don't come over, if you come over, I will kill her! "

He gritted his teeth, and the sound of his teeth grinding was particularly clear in the fire. The woman in his hand had trembling eyes and her lips opened and closed.

Narcissus looked around at the two people next to him. The two men understood what he meant, and moved the muzzles of their guns flexibly, embedding hot steel bullets into the heads of everyone who moved.

A moment later, the ground was full of corpses, and the round wounds with jagged edges were spitting out unwilling blood. The dead man's eyes were still wide open, and the whole room was filled with the warm and sweet smell of blood.

The familiar smell stung the corners of the man's eyes red, and his tyranny and savagery were also aroused to the fullest.

"Threat me?"

His eyebrows were slightly raised, and one side of his thin lips was raised in a playful arc. His voice was low and hoarse, "Okay, I'll give you the gun--"

The moment the words fell, the pistol in his hand, which was still warm, was thrown out with great force, spinning in the air like a boomerang.

The man's sudden action stunned Harlow, and his eyes were completely attracted by the rapidly spinning pistol. At this moment, the man suddenly pulled out a dagger from his side, turned his wrist and shot it straight into his arm.

"Ah!!!"

The blade penetrated deep into the flesh and pierced his arm. He didn't care about the woman in his hand, and covered his bleeding arm and shouted hysterically.

"Go."

The door lock had been broken long ago. The man walked to Hermia, pulled the stunned woman out of the room, protected her behind him with one hand, and cleared a muddy bloody path with a gun in the other hand.

Harlow's face turned pale with pain. He watched Narcissus flash like a ghost, and his iron hand broke the throat bones of two people standing in front of him.

He shouldn't underestimate the king who has dominated for a long time.

He had heard that Narcissus's fighting ability was unmatched, but when he was not in A City before, he just thought it was just the flattery of the people below.

After all, he was a mortal, how could he really be like a Devil. But now he really saw it and felt chilled. This child born from his sister's belly was stranger than a stranger, and even more terrifying than a Devil.

Narcissus did not trust the Mill family, so the speed at which the King family's reinforcements came was beyond Harlow's expectations. He didn't bother to pull out the knife on his arm, and just ran downstairs with a dagger, got into the car and drove away.

The man drove very fast, all the way to King house on the outskirts of the city. The dark shadows of the trees and the sky outside the window flickered alternately, and the only sound on the road without a trace of light was the roar of the engine of this car.

The lonely headlights rode away in the darkness, and even the wind was wrapped in a fishy smell.

"Narcissus...you have really grown up."

The woman sat in the passenger seat. It seemed that the person who was frightened and panicked just now was not her. At this time, her voice and face had returned to calm, and she looked no different from her ladylike appearance.

The smell in the car that could be called fragrance was probably the soap scent of Narcissus's body.

"You are already 27 years old this year, don't you still have a wife? According to the rules, you should have one a long time ago, right?"

"No."

"What happened back then?"

The man spoke concisely, and the questioning tone was almost swallowed up by the tone. The voice was as cold and piercing as the frost in September. This was the second sentence he said to her. They should have had the closest relationship, but now it was so cold.

"You are not young anymore. It's a pity that you don't have an heir."

The woman kept smiling as she talked to herself. The arm on the side of the car window slowly moved behind her, and she took out the sharp blade that had been hidden there for a long time.

When her hand turned halfway, the thick clouds that had been covering the moon were blown open by the wind, and the light moonlight like a veil spread all over the earth, illuminating the side of the woman's face without a smile, and also illuminating the tip of the sharp blade in her hand.

The light flashed into the man's peripheral vision. Years of turbulent life have trained him to be extremely sensitive, but perhaps he subconsciously abandoned the instinct for survival in the face of this woman, or perhaps he still held a glimmer of hope.

The next second, the tip of the knife stabbed straight into the man's chest. He reacted at the last moment and slightly turned his body, and the dagger with a cold light stabbed into his left shoulder.

"Hiss!--"

The skin and flesh were broken by the sharp blade, which fiercely picked up his muscles and stabbed into his body. The cars howled as they rushed out of the narrow path and into the woods. Hermia was thrown back on the chair with great force, but she was still unwilling to give up the knife in her hand.

Hermia was not as stupid as her brother, who naively thought that Narcissus, who could take back the power of the King family, would really be defense less.

After a moment, everything was quiet. The wound on the man's shoulder was so deep that the steel bone almost touched the tip of the knife.

Blood flowed down like a spring, giving the monotonous black shirt a dark red pattern.

He lowered his head, his sharp eyes lost focus, and the man stared at the place where the blood was overflowing with trembling lips. The severe pain and fishy smell made him suddenly lose strength. He had suffered more serious injuries than this, but never once made him so painful.

--The person holding the knife was his biological mother. Until this moment, she still held the knife handle tightly with one hand and refused to let go. The fire in her eyes was hatred and unwillingness. He was not a fool. All his self-deception could no longer support it. The gentleness just now was all fake.

"What happened back then? Haha..." The woman grinned like a crazy drug addict.

"That's what happened back then!!!"

The knife was suddenly pulled out of the man's body, with flesh and blood that had not yet been separated. She stabbed the knife into his chest again, but this time the man kicked it away.

Narcissus turned and got out of the car. Hermia was still in the car. He raised his arm and pointed the gun at her forehead. His heart felt like it was being burned by flames. His thin lips slowly pursed up, his jaw tightened into two neat lines, and his hands with protruding veins trembled.

Hermia watched his eyebrows twitching, and in the light of the car lights, she could still see the scarlet in his eyes.

"If you hadn't run out to play, the King family would have been mine."

The woman smiled at the dark muzzle of the gun, "You don't trust me that much, shoot, kill me."

Sweat rolled down the man's forehead, and he felt that the scene in front of him was getting more and more unclear, as if everything was a dream. Soon he swallowed his throat, and after a series of afterimages flashed through his mind, he suddenly raised his arm.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"

His index finger pressed the trigger frantically as if to vent his anger, and the shining sparks continued to illuminate the mountains and forests until only the mechanical sound was left, as if he wanted to vent all his anger.

"I'll let you go this time."

The man raised his head in the darkness, his eyes filled with stars.

"Tell Harlow that it's better to keep hiding from me or else...."

He turned and ran into the woods as if he was escaping.

The tall figure stumbled into the depths of the forest, his chest bleeding, and the morning light that was about to break out of the horizon behind him seemed to be racing with him, not stopping until it illuminated his ragged body.

He could accept his own embarrassment, but he could not accept the answer given by Hermia. At this moment, he was probably the loneliest person in the world, with everything and nothing.

A small house stood halfway up the mountain, probably where the forest ranger lived in the past. The man didn't care so much, he plunged in and used the weak walls to block the light that was about to replace the darkness.

The mobile phone slipped out of his pocket, and the fishing net pattern on the screen was embedded with dust and blood residue. The decayed brown-red color forced the man to face the wound on his left shoulder, and a nameless anger suddenly ignited, and the mobile phone was thrown out the next moment.

The mobile phone smashed into pieces on the wall, and there was no movement.

"Click--"

Not long after, the half-closed wooden door suddenly made a sound, and the man instantly tensed up all his strength to prepare for the fight at the sound of footsteps at the door.

The delicate white and soft hair grasped the half-open door handle, and the moment the door was opened, a cool and cool floral fragrance filled the man's nose.

.............

"Hmm..." After a soft murmur, the girl moved her head, and her delicate hair tickled the man's arm when she stood up.

Seeing that she woke up, Narcissus raised one eyebrow slightly, and the scar at the end of his eyebrow moved slightly.

His fever had subsided, and his eyes were clear.

"Did you cry?" She asked him.

The girl was naive, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at the man with red eyes, there was still crystal twinkling at the end of her eyes.

Narcissus was stunned, and then he knew where the burning sensation in front of him came from. He turned around and blinked a few times to drive away the damp heat, and then returned to her clear eyes.

"Ah!"

The girl exclaimed, he turned over and pressed her upper body on the bed, and then lifted her head by her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Name." The voice was low and hoarse, and the handsome face approached her, and the tips of their noses almost touched.

He said: "Say your name again."

"Ru... Ruby, you, you are not a bad person?..."

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes, and her thick eyelashes kept floating. He glanced at the little stars that gradually seeped out of her forehead and her delicate facial features that looked like they were carved, and suddenly smiled.

"My name is Narcissus, Narcissus King." He tilted his head and continued in front of her ear, "How old are you?"

"Nineteen..."

The little girl was too petite and delicate, and her face was too immature and tender, so he thought she was not yet an adult.

The man was satisfied with this result. Although he wanted to take her away, his body had not fully recovered and he did not want to do anything to her. He suddenly stepped back, sat on the bed and used the quilt to block his uncontrollable physiological reaction.

"I'm not a bad person." He took out a wrinkled cigarette box from his trouser pocket, but he didn't light it because he couldn't bear that the fragrance of flowers in the room to leave.

"I just want to thank you."

The word "thank you" sounded a little awkward from his mouth. He didn't need to say such words and almost never said them. And the fact that he was not a bad person made him feel guilty.

He lied to her, she was such a clean and pure little girl, but he lied to her.

He was a bad person and had never had a good life.

But this was the only thing he could say to the little girl at the moment. He didn't know how to explain his subconscious attack behaviour, so he could only skim over this topic.

The girl relaxed her body and suddenly stood up, then she remembered what she wanted to do. She glanced at the casserole on the bedside table, touched it and it was still hot, so she poured out a bowl and handed it to him.

"Drink it. My aunt and uncle will be back in a few days. You can't stay here for too long."

The white porcelain bowl was filled with pale yellow soup. The moment the lid of the casserole was opened, the aroma of chicken came out and replaced the fragrance of flowers in the room.

The man didn't answer her, and drank the almost salt-free chicken soup.

"Patients should eat less salt." Her face was a little red as if she was explaining, but he was only focused on the small fluff on her nose that was illuminated by the sunset. Then he spoke, but caught other information in her words.

"You aunt? Where are your parents?"

After hearing this, Ruby's eyes suddenly dimmed, and the light and shadow of her long eyelashes fell on her face, making it difficult to distinguish her expression.

"They are gone for a long time. My aunt raised me."

There was a long silence....

This answer was beyond Narcissus's expectations. He had no experience in dealing with such things. The previous strategizing only applied to his world. And this girl was in a pain both physically and mentally, and he didn't know how to comfort her.

"You have to come with me."

The man's words stunned the girl. She stared at him in disbelief with her eyes wide open. She didn't know what the man was going to do, but before she could open her mouth, the man covered her mouth.

The next second, her body flew into the air and she fell into the man's arms. The man turned around and pressed her body the moment she landed.

The adult man's body was large and heavy, wrapping the girl's thin body. Ruby had never been so close to the opposite s*x. The sudden physical contact between the two made her blush and her heart beat fast.

Narcissus's body temperature was hot, and he couldn't control the changes in his body. His big palm covered her little face, only enough to show her smart big eyes.

"Don't make a sound." The deep male voice turned into a stream of air and blew in her ears, "There are people outside."

The bottom of her clear pupils suddenly condensed. The black sharp eyes that looked at her were so calm, but her heart was still beating wildly uncontrollably, shaking violently like a drum.

This courtyard was built when Olivia brought Ruby back here. The house was built very small just for her to live alone, and the courtyard was only a small square. There were only a few steps from the door to the courtyard door.

The Mill family searched everywhere in the mountain but couldn't find anyone. Harlow didn't believe that Narcissus could run too far with his injuries, so he asked his men to check in the village. Now they have been standing here for a while, and the house where people could be heard talking just now is now silent.

"Knock!"

The man who received the instruction turned his wrist and knocked on the big black iron door.

"Dong Dong Dong!!!"

The iron door was very thick, and the man knocked hard. For a while, the huge noise shook the surroundings, and his hands were numb.

"Um..."

The girl frowned and wanted to shake off his big hand covering her, but the man was too strong and she couldn't shake it in his palm.

"Don't go out! Talk from inside."

His deep cold eyes stared at her, his tone was low and serious, completely different from when he spoke to her just now. His sudden coldness reminded her of the first time she saw him, and her eyes unconsciously looked up.