Chapter 147: The Dangerous Heretics Treatment Authority

Such good-looking children are easily bullied in private orphanages.

Because this place can't accommodate something so good looking.

But he rarely seems to be bullied, although he always has bruises, but it is the bullies who seem to be unlucky.

Bai Liu enjoys watching this somewhat ruthless and withdrawn kid fight back against his bullying clique on his own.

He was a loner, smelled of strange mushrooms and blood, and the backs of his bare hands were always covered with fresh pinholes, sometimes with blood seeping through them, which he always wiped away with disinterest.

He barely spoke to anyone, and conversely, no one dared to come up and talk to this strange child whose complexion was becoming increasingly pale, white as a vampire.

He didn't seem to care, always going off on his own to places where no one else wanted to go, for whole days at a time.

And that's what Bai Liu likes to do.

This man was sitting in the church behind the orphanage, sitting in the first row of the statue of God, opening a book, his head bowed, reading page by page, Bai Liu, or rather Bai six, was sitting not far from him, propping his face in his hands with a little lazy interest, curiously observing this strange fellow and the book he was holding.

Suddenly, he turned to Bai Liu and held up the book in his hand, his tone light: "Do you want to read it too? "

Bai Liu glanced at the title of the book, The Long, Thin, Ghostly Book of Murder, and said, "Yeah."

"Do you invite other people to read books with you like this? " Bai Liu sat down next to him and asked him sideways, "And I'm curious how you get books like this in the orphanage, it's contraband, isn't it? That woman would go mad if the director saw us, she'd say we were violent and bloody. "

He still had pinholes in his hands as he flipped through the book, his head bowed in concentration, not looking sideways at Bai Liu, but answering his questions one by one: "I asked the others if they wanted to read it with me, but they all ran away screaming as soon as they read what it was about. I got the book from outside and I love reading these scary things."

"Why do you like these scary things?" Bai Liu asked rhetorically with amusement.

He said, "Because I think I'm horrible too."

He squinted at Bai Liu: "Do you like it too?"

"I like it too." Bai Liu smiled up, "I enjoy watching horrific episodes of monsters slaughtering human players."

Later on, the child Bai Liu was reading with would increasingly find scary books and games from outside to share with Bai Liu.

They were hiding behind the church, under the idols, under the shelter and indifference of the gods, secretly playing with these horrible oozing contraband of the orphanage, playing all sorts of horrible games and looking at all sorts of horrible picture books, while Bai Liu had a pleasant smile on his face - he was beginning to enjoy the company of this child a little.

He is different from Lu Yizhan, who basically gives way to Bai Liu when he plays games with him, and when he loses, he laughs and scratches his head, saying that Bai Liu is really good.

No matter what kind of horror game he was playing, this guy would kill like crazy and beat Bai Liu to take the first place. When Bai Liu was depressed and discouraged by his defeat, he would occasionally don't feel comfortable and pat Bai Liu's shoulder unskillfully, saying, "Come on, you might beat me next time.

Bai Liu would soon challenge him again and this repeated defeat excited him and he found it very interesting to play the game with this man.

They spend their days together and gradually become two freaks who are outside the crowd.

But soon the book, "The Long, Thin, Ghostly Book of Murder", was discovered by the teacher during a sweep. The book was confiscated and reported to the director, who was furious and called out the whole institution to stand outside, one by one, to press who had brought this fundamentally unhealthy picture book back to the orphanage.

Everyone bowed their heads in silence, shivering, and no one dared to come forward.

The dean then angrily, in front of everyone, tore up the book, page by page.

Bai Liu pursed his lips tightly as he tilted his head in the crowd and stared straight at the long, thin, ghostly murder book that the dean had torn to shreds, the picture book that he and the man had pored over I don't know how many times.

No one admits who brought the book back, and everyone desperately denies it, all putting the blame on Bai Liu and the strange child.

When pressed by the dean, Bai Liu also denied that it was his book.

Only he did not deny it.

He stood calmly in front of the dean, lowered his eyes to the fragments of the drawing book on the floor and asked him rhetorically, "Are you afraid of this book?"

He looked up at Dean: "Or maybe you're afraid it's me, aren't you? You think I'm a horrible monster that will make bad things happen to you?"

The dean looked somewhat alarmed at him, his eyes dodging as he looked at those pinholes in his body, not daring to look at him directly or answer him.

The trouble over the book, which was not supposed to be in the orphanage, was eventually just lifted high and put down gently by the director and spared.

He was always privileged with the Dean and would not be easily harmed; the Dean seemed unable, or afraid, to do anything to him.

As he said, Dean seemed to be very afraid of him.

Not only the director, but also the teachers here are afraid of him, of the smell of blood on him, of the regal smell of mushrooms, and their fear is hard to hide, even to the extent that it eventually spreads to the children in the orphanage who are so good at reading people's minds.

These children, who had no idea what was going on, also became afraid of him.

Children were hostile to him, rejected him, beat him, and after realizing that they could not fight, they looked at him from a distance, with that frightened look of a monster, and made him up with all sorts of gossip and frightening stories of their own imagination.

He turns into a monster that grows its own pinhole and bleeds.

But he didn't care, he just calmly knelt down to pick up the pieces of the torn book.

After the crowd had dispersed, only Bai Liu stood beside him and knelt down with him to pick up the pieces of the book.

They wrapped up all the pieces they picked up and took them to the church - that was their safe zone.

Because of that place, no children or teachers wanted to go there, and the church in the orphanage was only open on some special days, and on those days a lot of rich-looking people would come to baptise these children and do very strange rituals.

Bai Liu skipped every ceremony, he didn't like the way the rich people looked at the children.

It was like looking at goods with greedy eyes.

After each ritual, the pinholes in his body became more numerous, his face became paler, and he went from being a man to becoming more and more like a bloodless marble statue.

Bai Liu and he are silently piecing together the torn copy of The Long, Thin, Ghostly Book of Murder on the church table, while directly above them the idol is watching emotionlessly their childish game of trying to glue up a book that has no restoration value at all.

"Do you think the people who come here really believe in the existence of God?" Bai Liu suddenly asked, "Do you think God exists?

He remained very still with his head down, putting the pieces of paper together with his fingertips, and he asked Bai Liu rhetorically, "Do you believe it? "

"I don't believe in it. " Bai Liu gave the answer dryly, gesturing to the scraps of picture book on the table and saying casually, "If there is a God, let him turn this pile of paper into a real long, skinny ghostly figure for me."

Bai Liu was getting a bit annoyed with the sticky books, but the other guy was patient.

He looked up, "Were you not too happy when you were just having your book torn?"

"No." Bai Liu vetoed quickly.

He looked straight at Bai Liu and continued to ask, "Do you like this picture book a lot? Do you like the long, thin, ghostly figure?"

"Not at all." Once again, Bai Liu quickly vetoed.

Without a ripple, he lowered his head again and continued to piece together the pages of the book, "I know. "

Bai Liu, in a rare moment, felt himself being suffocated, "What do you know about that?!"

A month later, Bai Liu finally knew what he knew.

Below the church, an ugly doll that looked, for one point only, similar to the long, thin ghostly figure sat calmly in the first row below the idol, back straight.

The doll looks like it should be made of discarded bed sheets and covers from various orphanages, with a straw on its head and patches of different colours all over its body, causing this [long, thin ghostly figure] to look poor and clumsy, like a homeless person who is not very skilled in his business.

[The long, thin, ghostly figure] turned his head to Bai Liu, who was standing in the doorway in a daze, and held up the torn and tattered book that he had been working on for who knows how long, and asked him in the same unruffled tone, "Do you want to see it together?"

Bai Liu calmly sat over and calmly read with him for less than a minute before he started burying his head in the table and laughing: "...... your face poking out of this muppet is too funny."

"You'll need bandages for the front face." He explained blandly, "I can't find that many bandages, so you'll have to make do with my face, which I think should be about as scary as a long, thin ghostly figure's face."

"I don't believe it, you keep covering your face with your hair, in case your face is scarier than a long, thin ghostly figure..." Bai Liu took advantage of his opponent's inattentiveness and the fact that he couldn't move easily in his doll costume, Bai Liu forced his hand upwards to lift his hair with one swivel. Bai Liu, with a twist, forced his hair upwards.

For a moment the two men stared at each other in eerie silence as they ruffled open.

Silvery blue, white eyes that look as if they have no eyes, look faintly into Bai Liu, whose deep black pupils reflect his face in its entirety - silvery, intently gazing into Bai Liu's eyes, defined jawline, and pale, bloodless lips.

A dozen seconds later, both men averted their eyes in unison.

Bai Liu withdrew his hand that had touched the other man's forehead and gave it a calm squeeze, his breathing becoming slightly faster.

And with his head down and one hand hanging down under the table clenched as if he were trying to glue his eyes into the book, he flipped through it a second at a time, not knowing what he could read so quickly.

"Do I look ...... horrible?" He asked softly.

"It's okay." Bai Liu replied with reluctant calm, "Not terribly."

"Then why is your heart beating so fast?" He asked, "Isn't it because I'm scared?"

"No." Bai Liu took a deep breath as he closed the book and stood up with his back to him, "That's all we'll see today."

"Wait." He wrapped his arms around Bai Liu slightly from behind and placed the mended book in Bai Liu's arms, his tone soft, "It's fixed, it's for you."

Bai Liu Mo dared not look back as he took the book and walked away with a tense expression.