MANIAC INSANITY [18+]

CHAPTER 3

The girl glanced at his left shoulder with gauze and nodded.

A City has been in turmoil for decades, and she hated the darkness here, hated these bad guys who wanted to take other people's lives at will. So she sympathised with this man, her eyes were hot and sour, and she nodded heavily.

"Who is it?" She asked.

The house was not big, and the soft voice was heard outside. People knew it was a girl.

They were stunned by the knock on the door. They searched almost every house. They thought Narcissus must be here, but they never thought that there was a girl inside.

"Hey-" A person behind him touched him, "Narcissus is a woman?"

After saying that, everyone laughed together. The man was angry, went over and kicked him on the butt, and several people cursed together.

They didn't really care whether they could find Narcissus, and some people didn't even want to really find him. There were a few people here who had seen him face to face yesterday. They were afraid of the man's quick speed and strong physical strength.

These people were subordinate to others just to survive. In this place, nameless people who don't stand in line will be eaten by others. But they were not stupid enough to really risk their lives to do it. Only doing 70% or 80% of the work is the way to survive in A City.

It would be a blessing to avoid a head-on confrontation.

The chaotic footsteps outside the door sounded for a while, and almost disappeared at the same time as the swearing. Ruby blushed when she heard those ugly swearing. When it was completely quiet outside, she came back to the present from her daze and pushed the man away in panic.

Narcissus did not approach this little person who was like a frightened bird. Her intense heartbeat just now hit his eardrum violently. He didn't say what he wanted to say, and retreated to the bed alone.

The girl opposite glared at him for a long time, but when he looked back at her, she ran away to the kitchen.

And the man didn't go to find her, letting her know less is to protect her. He himself didn't know where this sudden feeling of pity came from, so he just took it as a way to repay her for saving his life.

The sky was completely dark.

The night in the mountain village was not like the city. There was no light from the tall buildings. Everything seemed like another world. Except for the grass and trees, the darkness was a little purer.

There was only one road leading to the outside world. The quiet mountains in the past were suddenly illuminated by a beam of light, followed by the dazzling light of countless car lights, which illuminated the dark forest like daylight.

Since Narcissus disappeared last night, the King family has entered an emergency state. The door was closed during the day, fearing that any news would leak out to the outside world. Narcissus's life and death determined the peace of A City. None of them could afford the risk of leaking the news.

Miles received a call from Narcissus in the evening. He didn't dare to delay for a moment and took people to the small mountain village.

Narcissus was an extremely suspicious person. It was difficult for him to trust people. If he went too late, he was afraid that he would think he had ulterior motives. So after the news was passed on, all the King family members rushed out of the door as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

This kind of opportunity is rare. It is nothing more than a great opportunity to take credit in front of Narcissus.

Dozens of cars crashed into the quiet night, and the fierce sound of engines echoed in the wilderness. The dust raised by the rear of the car blocked the windshield of the car behind, and the light became a shadow in the wind and sand.

The quiet mountain village welcomed a group of uninvited guests, and the girl hiding in the kitchen naturally heard the sound. This day was a little unusual. She closed her eyes and tried her best not to listen to those voices, praying that today would pass quickly and life would return to normal.

Until a warm and broad palm touched her shoulder.

"Ah..."

Ruby was startled, and the weak voice tail was ethereal, and finally turned into an inaudible breath.

The man squatted behind her at some point, squeezing in this small kitchen with her. His slightly long forehead hair on the left side blocked half of his eye, revealing only the sharp end of the other eyebrow.

She raised her head, and in front of her was his sharp jawline.

"Stay here, don't go out, ok?"

The man no longer had the sharpness and awe at that time, and spoke in the softest way. He stood up and took two steps outside. When the light above his head flashed in front of his eyes, he suddenly stopped again.

"Don't listen, don't look."

He left again until the girl nodded with trembling eyes. This time he turned off the light and didn't look back at her

According to the time, the sound of the car outside should be from the King family, but he didn't believe that the Mill family would really leave. If Harlow was really so easy to deceive, then this Mill family would never have been able to survive on this path for so many years.

As long as they searched the small house where he lived, they would know that he didn't go far at all, but searching door to door was simply unrealistic. If it were him, he would also wait and see, keep sufficient manpower and then catch everyone in one fell swoop.

So the girl must be taken away from here. A person who is angry and embarrassed may do anything.

The sound of the engine stopped abruptly not far from the courtyard. The atmosphere suddenly returned to a quiet atmosphere, and the still bright lights were a little weird.

"Master."

There was only this family around. Miles walked to the gate of the courtyard and knocked twice.

Narcissus in the house turned around and glanced at the dark kitchen window, then went to the courtyard and pulled the bolt open.

"Master...you!"

Miles's voice trembled the moment he saw the bandage on Narcissus's left shoulder. The people who returned to the King family had told him everything about what happened last night, but they didn't say that Narcissus was injured. His first reaction was that there was something wrong with those people. The next moment, he turned around and pointed the muzzle of his gun at the bridge of one of their noses.

"Don't blame them."

The man's voice returned to a low and cold tone. He raised his arm and pressed the gun body with two fingers to restore the safety that had been pulled to its original position.

"It's Hermia."

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere became even more weird. This name disappeared from the King family for many years, but it is still a taboo. No matter whether it is the old or the new, they will not touch this forbidden area.

"You don't have to treat her as a member of the King family in the future."

Miles was stunned for two seconds, but he was not too surprised. He lowered his head slightly before Narcissus passed him.

The man's sharp eyes like a hawk scanned the surroundings.

The car lights illuminated the open space in front of the door without a single blind spot, but the surroundings were still surrounded by endless black.

Passing through the darkness, Harlow and him seemed to be looking at each other across time and space. He tapped his fingers twice on the bluestone beside him to warn the killer next to him. The man who received the order gathered all his strength and raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand to the shirtless man in front of the door.

"Bang!--"

The pointed bullet wrapped in a hurricane shot out straight. Narcissus turned sideways and the bullet hit the stone wall, leaving an indelible white spot.

Harlow, who missed the opportunity, gritted his teeth and glanced at the people next to him angrily.

"Go!"

There was no need to hide anymore since he had been discovered. After telling others, he retreated to the bulletproof car behind and sealed the glass and doors tightly.

"Sir, please step aside..."

Before Miles finished speaking, Narcissus glanced at him and took the pistol from him and loaded it neatly.

"Stay here, don't let anyone enter this yard." After saying that, he rushed into the crowd. Miles was at a loss for a moment. The small yard behind him was dark and quiet, and there was no sign of anyone. He couldn't understand why Narcissus asked him to stay here. But in the King family, obeying orders is the first priority. He can only stay here with others to block the entrance and exit of the small yard.

The man shuttled through the crowd, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand kept flashing. As he dodged flexibly, the scars on his chest and back were illuminated by the headlights from different directions, making them look hideous and flamboyant. The gradually seeping sweat soaked his well-defined muscles, and a bronze luster shone on his dark skin.

He was a man who fought to survive. His bloodthirsty nature made him love the pleasure of killing. Without the protection of armor, he could only fight non-stop to survive. Whether it was a bullet piercing the skin or a knife tearing the fascia, every sound was a pleasant sound of nature, which resonated with him more than any music.

The sound of gunfire was dense, as if it came from all directions.

Ruby hid in the kitchen invaded by darkness, always remembering the man's words.

She closed her eyes and covered her ears, not listening or looking.

But the occasional flickering light and shadow from the window still illuminated her closed eyelashes.

Those dense sounds were the death knell and the fear buried deep in her heart. She didn't dare to raise her head, and could only shrink her body in the corner and tremble.

After an unknown amount of time, the light outside the window finally stopped flickering, and the sound of gunfire gradually became smaller until it stopped.

The kitchen window was not sealed, and the warm, fishy smell of blood squeezed into the house through the gap. She staggered forward two steps, held onto the door frame, and suppressed the urge to nausea and looked out.

Ruby saw Narcissus standing in the open space in front of the door, with people kneeling in front of him in a state of utter disgrace. They were all injured to varying degrees, their arms twisted backwards, and in an extremely humiliating posture, their hair was grabbed from their foreheads and forced to look at him.

The man's face was cold, and his eyes were as cold and fierce as if they had been quenched by ice. He slightly raised his chin, as if an arrogant monarch was looking down at the ants who were submitting to him. His body, which had just been wiped clean during the day, was splashed with mottled blood again, and even his angular face was inevitably stained.

The blood splashed on his honey-colored skin, and the blush added a lot of ferocity to his fierce look. The clear pool in Ruby's eyes seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, swaying and splashing water.

After she turned ten, Ruby went to school and lived here. Her aunt Olivia was not very kind to her, and even left her alone most of the time, only meeting her most basic needs. This was a place where she could live in seclusion. They had little communication before, which kept her mind pure and clear, more simple and delicate than other girls of the same age.

But even a girl who is not familiar with the world should understand this.

This man is a King standing at the top of power, not the "poor man" who was bullied by others as she thought before.

"What about him?"

Narcissus bent down slightly, put the hot muzzle of the gun on the face of the man in front of him, and slowly moved down along the bridge of his nose.

The man didn't speak, but his eyes were sideways looking to the side. When the King family went to search, the place where Harlow parked was empty, leaving only two lines of tire marks.

Narcissus was not surprised that he would run away. The Mill family was selfish and they usually only saw useful things or useless things.

He walked back to the open space with heavy steps and loaded the bullets.

"Bang! Bang!!!"

A burst of gunfire, the person in the front row stiffened, and the next moment he fell to the ground. The bullet hole on his forehead flowed blood mixed with white brain matter, seeping into the ground and dyeing the soil red.

The man's expression did not fluctuate at all. He lowered his head to admire the free patterns and slowly changed the magazine in his hand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The gunshots continued until all the people kneeling on the ground turned into silent corpses. He then walked leisurely through the corpses and came to the only person being held.

"Take him back."

The underworld is full of families that attach great importance to hierarchy, and there is a clear boundary between superiors and subordinates. The pattern on this man's clothes is different from that of others. The minions can be eliminated, and it is enough to leave him alone.

There was a crack in the door, and through the gap, the girl's delicate face and tearful eyes could be seen. In her trembling eyes was the tall and straight figure of the man, who looked down on everything from a high place, without any mercy or compassion.

She could not tell right from wrong at once. Those flashing sparks were like a paintbrush, constantly drawing and outlining the already incomplete scroll in her memory, and finally drawing a complete picture.

"Hmm..."

The girl suddenly shrank back, holding her head with both hands and trembling weakly. The groan of pain was annihilated in her throat, and she could not rush out of this house.

Suddenly, an unpleasant smell of burning came into the air. She retched a few times but nothing came out. Her eyes were filled with tears and her vision was blurred.

Instead, there was the flickering of fire.

The fire jumped in her clear eyes, like living entities. They were burning the girl's mind and causing her last ray of rationality to collapse. She just wanted to escape from here. She couldn't face this terrible man anymore.

There was a small door behind the kitchen, which was installed by her nominal uncle. They hadn't lived here for a long time, and the lock on the door was almost rusted.

She used her hands and feet to support her sore body and forcefully pulled the lock open. After making sure that the people on the other side of the gate didn't hear it, she quietly slipped away.

Ruby was familiar with every tree and grass on the mountain, but the forest became a little unfamiliar after dark. The moonlight in the sky was hazy and chaotic, and in front of her were warm tears rising. She ran out stumblingly by feeling, the scattered lights at the foot of the mountain seemed within reach but were very far away from her. She ran for a long time but couldn't reach there. Her steps were weak and she was about to fall to the ground, but suddenly a dark thing flew down beside her.

"Ah--"

The black bird blended into the darkness. It pecked its feathers and slowly turned around. The moment the moonlight outlined its outline, the girl saw its clear appearance.

The crow was a young bird that had just grown up. It was long past the time for the bird to return to the nest, and I wondered why it was still wandering outside.

The girl closed her eyes and shed two lines of tears. She had raised a crow before, and the familiar little animal brought back memories. She stretched out her trembling hand to it, and the little thing was not afraid of people, and just jumped straight into her hand. Its toes were sharp and slender, and it stung the girl's palm a little.

"Woo... Woo..."

She couldn't hold it back anymore and started crying.

That year, a little crow fell in the yard. She was still young and picked it up and held it in her hand. She was looking at it carefully, but the light in front of her was suddenly blocked by a figure. Her aunt Olivia smiled and told her that crows were unlucky things, and keeping it would bring disaster to the family.

She said she wanted to throw the squirming and struggling little thing out.

Her mother, who happened to walk into the yard, stopped Olivia and took her to heal the crow's injured wing. Her mother said that it was originally the most affectionate bird, and it had a clear distinction between love and hate and knew how to repay kindness. But because of its black feathers, it was defiled, and all the unhappiness was attributed to an innocent little bird.

The weak little person fell to the ground, and she seemed to be back to the night nine years ago. The blazing fire was right at the door of her room. She leaned on the bed and cried at the top of her lungs, but it could only attract people who shouldn't have come.

The recovered black bird pecked at the man's eyes with its sharp beak. She bravely stood up, opened the window, and jumped from the eaves of the sloping house into the sand pool.

The moment she jumped down, she turned her head and saw that the little bird, which had not yet been named, had lost a lot of feathers. Its weak body was dripping with blood and was thrown into the fire.

"Ah!!"

The crow in his hand suddenly cried. The next second, it spread its wings and fluttered twice to fly high into the sky.

Narcissus's body froze as he walked forward. A black bird flew over his head, followed by a fine rain like silk. As if sensing something, he rushed into the kitchen, but the person was gone after only left the lingering fragrance.

..........

The day had dawned, and the tears on her face dried several times until she could no longer cry.

At the foot of the mountain was another world, where people's lives were boring and hurried. Her thin body seemed to be still in the bustling crowd, so unsociable and so lonely.

Ruby took out the money she had put in her pocket yesterday and took a taxi, reporting a place name in a hoarse voice. At the end, she told the driver to just stop at the gate of the community, but she was really unsure whether the address she said was correct.

The last time she came to Olivia's house was three years ago, and she had only been there that time, so all her impressions were blurred. The girl searched for clues on the road from her memory, and finally walked to a house that looked similar.

This house was not as big as her previous home, but it was also a beautiful one standing there.

The sun shone obliquely from the east sky, she raised her head and rubbed her eyes, and the chaotic tears were wiped away. In a brief moment of clarity, she saw through the glass of the second-floor balcony that there was a piece of clothing hanging inside, which was exactly the one Olivia wore when she left yesterday.

"I have no money! You just go out and have fun every day, how can I support you!"

Olivia's hair was loose. She usually took good care of herself but now she looked like a shrew. Her face without makeup was full of wrinkles and her cheekbones were flushed with excitement.

"Who the hell are you kidding?! You have no money, but you still keep that little girl? Where is the money her damn parents left her?"

"Gone!"

"Dang!"

The man sitting on the sofa frowned deeper and deeper.

He came to collect the gambling debt, not to watch the couple quarrel. He tapped the table with a lighter impatiently to make them quiet down, "You are acting with me here? You dare to owe Mr. King a debt, you are tired of living, right?"

Oscar, who was quarreling with his wife in the restaurant, heard the man's name and his hair stood up. Of course he knew who he owed money to, and that was why he lived in that broken yard for half a month, but he was still blocked at the door when he got home.

"You, give me two more days, I will definitely--"

"Ding--"

The doorbell interrupted Oscar's voice, and his heartbeat stopped for half a second, thinking that another group of debt collectors had come.

It would be extremely disadvantageous for him if the two sides met, and he couldn't say such a lenient words in front of both sides.

The man standing in the living room glanced at him, sneered, opened the door, and was stunned when he saw the person in front of him.

Ruby was standing there feeling unsure....