Chapter 435 The Cruel Man
“This old man is also a strange person. His life was almost handed down here, and he didn’t even shout a word.”
Yan was amazed.
When he and Milo rushed here, they didn't notice the old man being dragged to the corner of the cemetery at the first time, because he didn't make any sound of calling at all, and it looked like he was holding the gun tightly in his hand. The rusty shovel is probably planning to fight for his life against the beast-turned-Klaus.
And the beast-turned-Klaus did have many marks of being chopped with a shovel.
This made Yan look at the scrawny old guy in front of him with admiration:
"No wonder he is a ruthless man living in the cemetery."
However, Milo, an insider, quickly explained Said:
“He couldn’t shout even if he wanted to. He is mute.”
Probably understood the meaning of Milo and Yan’s words, the old man collapsed on the ground. He turned to face Yan and opened his mouth, pointing with his finger at the half of his tongue that was severed from the base of his tongue.
Yan Zhushi was disgusted by the rotten teeth and severed tongue in the old man's mouth, and his face looked a little ugly.
The old man turned to look at Milo and gave him a smile of kindness and gratitude.
Milo nodded.
He knows this old man.
Milo had already seen this old guy’s weird temperament in the last ghoul incident.
The group of ghouls who had just entered the boundaries of Nanwei City were arrogant in this cemetery. One day they would suck the bone marrow of this family and the next they would stew the bones of that family into soup, making the cemetery a mess.
Any normal person walking on the road on the outskirts of the city at night would probably be frightened when he heard the slightest movement from the cemetery next to him, but this kind of fear seems to be spreading. It does not exist in the tomb keeper.
The old man at that time was just like today. He picked up a shovel and fought with the ghouls hiding in the tunnel.
Before Milo noticed the movement of the ghoul, the old man had been digging in the cemetery for two or three days, and was almost ready to dig through the ghoul's cave for him.
Fortunately, Milo arrived in time to stop the conflict.
In fact, it can’t be considered a conflict. You must know that ghouls don’t only eat corpses. Sometimes they will not refuse a little fresh flesh and blood to improve the living corpses. This old man dug a shovel in the cemetery for two or three days. It's a miracle that he's still alive.
After that incident, Milo got acquainted with this weird old man.
The old man could not speak, but his hearing was intact. It seemed that not only his tongue was severed, but his vocal cords were also necrotic due to some kind of disease.
So Milo still doesn’t know what this old guy’s name is.
He only knew that there were folk rumors that the old man had committed a serious crime when he was young, and he stayed in this cemetery as a tombkeeper for the rest of his life, in order to pay for the crimes he had committed before.
But these were just rumors, and Milo didn't take them seriously. People always speak clearly when telling such legendary stories, but no one can tell the old man's real name. It seems that this kind of character who is far away from the urban crowd will only be remembered every year during the Day of the Dead. .
Before the ghoul incident, Milo had had several encounters with the old man.
Basically, they met when they went to the outskirts of the city with their families to offer sacrifices on the Day of the Dead. The other time was on the day when the law enforcement system arranged a funeral for the group of seven.
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Speaking of which, Milo still admires this half-dead old guy.
After all, no one knows better than Milo how fragile the souls of ordinary human beings are. A ruthless person as strong as Rebecca also suffered from mental weakness after the Ikem case.
For someone like the old man, when he saw a group of strange creatures eating corpses emerging from the cemetery in the middle of the night, his first reaction was to pick up a shovel and fight with them. Indeed, as Yan said, he is a ruthless person. .
To some extent, he is very similar to Mogot, the old law enforcement officer in Galede City.
So at night, when Milo had nothing to do, he would always bring two bottles of slightly better quality spirits to the cemetery and hand them over to the unknown tombkeeper, even though the old man could not speak aloud. , but every time he received food and wine from Milo, he would smile and nod at him.
For Milo, perhaps the rarest people in the world are this kind of people. Mogot and Nero, these old people, their souls have not been eroded by time like their bodies. And become weak, in extreme cases, they are all ruthless characters who dare to show their fangs to the evil superiors.
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Just when Milo's thoughts were flying a little far.
The old man had already sat on the stone bench beside him with Yan's help.
He made such a gesture to Yan - stretched out his fist and bent his thumb upward twice.
I won’t be strict this time.
He said "Uh-", then showed a stunned expression, hurriedly took out the matchbox from his pocket, and while striking the match, he asked Milo:
"Is that what he meant? Is he thinking?" Can you borrow a fire from me?"
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Milo raised his hand to his forehead and explained helplessly:
"That's fucking sign language. I’m telling you thank you.”
"Ah, so that's it?" Yan said with a "learned" expression on his face. But just when he was about to put away the cigarettes and matches, the old man took the cigarettes and matches from Yan's hand with a strange expression and lit the cigarette by himself.
Okay, I was really arguing with Yan for smoking for a long time.
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"Awesome, this is the toughest tough guy I have ever seen. The blood on his legs is so bloody that I can't even feel it."
Yan looked at the old man sitting on the stone bench and smoking a cigarette with a happy face, and sighed again.
And Milo patted Yan on the shoulder: "Stop talking nonsense, let's get to work, kill this thing and find a place to bury it... Oh, forget it, just burn it."< br>
Hearing this, the old man immediately pointed to the small house in the distance, and then made another gesture of drinking.
"I understand, I understand, you are thirsty, right?" Yan Yi clapped his hands.
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man looked like he was looking at an idiot.
Milo corrected: "He told you that there was wine in his house to light a fire."
"Awesome, when did you learn these things? Why have I never heard you mention it?" Yan said. Dragging the beast-turned-Klaus towards the cabin.
Milo shook his head.
Should I tell you that there are 7 silent shadows following me every day?
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Early in the morning.
Next to the suburban cemetery, near the canal.
Three figures, each holding a wine bottle in their arms, sat around a blazing "bonfire".
If you think about it carefully, Yan and Milo haven't sat together and drank like this for several years.
When they were still city guards, the most common thing Milo and Yan did was to hold a roadside pillar and dig their throats in the early morning or at dawn.
At that time, neither of their lives were on the right track. Although it may not be on the right track now, at least Milo had got rid of the decadent state of self-destruction.
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This expensive bonfire burned for more than two hours, until Milo and Yan drank all the wine at the bottom of the box in the old man's cabin. Still burning.
“The viscount is so resistant to burning. You said you want to replace it with an earl, duke or something. Will it last longer?”
Yan was a little dizzy from drinking and started talking nonsense.
The old man on the side seemed to be drunk too. He pointed at the cemetery behind and made wild gestures. He was stunned for a moment, holding his groggy head and trying to understand with a puzzled expression. What the old man wanted to express.
Relatively sober, Milo could only act as a translator and explained to Yan:
"What he means is that there is a nobleman buried in the cemetery behind. I don't know if there is a nobleman buried there." I didn’t inherit the title, so I ask you if you want to drag out that guy’s body and burn it.”
Yan waved his hand and said:
"Pull them down. No noble with a title would be buried in this rotten land. The dead here are either poor or homeless. It's impossible."
Like this. As he spoke, the old man began to gesture with his hands and feet again.
Yan turned to look at Milo with a confused expression.
Milo translated:
“He was very confused as to why the ghouls didn’t eat the corpses in the noble cemeteries, but specifically picked on these poor people.”
"Maybe the meat of civilians tastes better." Yan shook his head.
Alcohol paralyzed most of his thinking ability. It was obvious that he was unable to think about such a profound question in this state. However, the answer he casually said while feeling dizzy was unexpected. It was very profound. He patted the old man on the shoulder and said:
"There are private armed guards with live ammunition watching the graves of the nobles. Look at this place where no one can shit. You are the only one." With the old man half-buried in the ground and a broken shovel, you will have to bury it sooner or later and be dug out by the ghouls for dinner.”
When people are drunk and excited, their thoughts are always there. Very jumpy.
Just like Yan, when he mentioned the word "dish", he began to scrape on the grass beside him, muttering vaguely:
"Why the hell did you drink it dry after a long time of drinking? Where is the food... I remember I smelled the burning ribs just now... Why is it missing... Milo, help me find it..."
< br>Milo was leaning on the lawn, watching the two drunk guys in front of him with a speechless face as they fucked each other on the grass.
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(End of this chapter)