19 [19]

"Well, I'm going to live alone. I told you earlier.”

The gentleman took off Tom's hand with an unpleasant air. Tom hung stronger.

It was a problem from tonight. I've seen countless people who wouldn't pay a minimum price without their father. Thomas was a lot, but when Tom's body was wet, he went to the front of his house, screamed, and smashed things. Since such a father died publicly in front of many people, Tom should sleep secretly in the closet or in the oven, shaking from tonight because he doesn't know who will come.

"Well, I don't have anywhere to go. I don't feel well."

"Oh, Mr. Weather, the trial is over. Aren't you going to eat?"

The judge's miscellaneous maid looked at the lawyer and pretended to know.

"You son of a... Thank you. Is that for you?”

"Yes, he's giving it to everyone in the garden. Hey, you go, too."

"Oh... no, lawyer. Please, just....”

"Yeah."

The gentleman put on his hat and pushed Tom.

"Get rid of the house you live in, look in the newspaper and find a job. That's how everyone lives.”

"Get rid of the house? How?"

"I brought my papers with me. That's not my job. Go to the local secretary."

"Teacher!"

The gentleman strode to the garden.

You want me to dispose of the house? Secretary General? Are you asking me to sell the house? And next? Where do you live and what do you eat? Can I sell my house and keep buying it?

My eyes were blackened out. The world was too complicated for a nine-year-old.

Aren't you going to eat?”

"Huh?"

"The lord will serve you a meal for free. Aren't you going?"

It was a pretty girl. But he looked older than Tom. Tom turned his eyes and looked at the ground. Is this child here to watch the trial? He doesn't know his face, so he must be a merchant who came to play from afar.

"It'll be weird if I go."

"Because your father's a murderer?"

"My dad's not a murderer!"

Screamed. But the girl was smiling rather than being scared.

"Yeah. Not a killer, but a rapist? No, he's an attempted rape."

"...you didn't kill him.”

I feel like crying. Tom tried not to cry with his eyes wide open.

"I'm not dead. And, eventually, he wasn't raped."

"Actually, is that a complaint for you, or for your father?”

"Hang, Harbor?"

Suddenly Tom made an impression on a girl who said something she didn't know when he made a less dropped sound.

"If you're a king, give me a novel answer."

"Huh?"

"If you like the answer, I'll give you five gold coins.”

Five gold coins. Tom racked his brains out the answer. Five gold coins. You must be quite rich. This kind of opportunity will never come again. Tom wondered what answer to get the gold coin.

"Uh, uh... both? After all, you weren't killed, you weren't raped. But I don't know why my dad has to die. And... uh, why is the rape bad?”

"That's a terrible answer I don't know where to start."

"No, my dad... Yeah, in the end, only my dad and your body are there. You might have liked doing it on the street.”

"It's not... it's not. Honestly, your dad is dirty and ugly. Why would a young, rich woman with a man like your father... Mm-hmm."

Tom thought of Thomas's good points and remembered his way of talking. his pride

"It's big down there."

"Ah."

Tom went on excitedly when the girl's face turned as if it had been unexpected.

"And you don't know after all. There's only two bodies left. And why is rape worse than murder? It's not because I'm an aristocrat after all. The nobles will eat well and live well anyway."

Wrong. There's no way rich girls can understand this.

Tom knew he had to give up gold coins. Still, I couldn't stand my anger. I do it every day. I do it to eat every day. How much do you do? It's usually done if you count to a hundred. Tom was very angry about it.

What the hell is that? There are several prostitutes and male prostitutes on the street, and it's over if you just open your legs or open your mouth. If that's something to die for, then fifty men in the village should die.

"…I wanted a fresh answer."

"Do you enjoy me doing this?"

"A little."

Covering her mouth, the girl laughed.

Tom wanted to knock her out of sight. Then he rushed in.

"Why are you here? Miss Haier."

"Oh, hello, Lord Raymond, thank you for taking part in the trial. The trial is over, isn't it? I don't have much to do in my room."

The effort came to an abrupt end. The blond knight on the bench tripped Tom. Then Tom, who fell down, looked at the body of the red-haired girl who had been standing without looking.

"Woo, woo…"

My face hurt when I fell down. I'm overwhelmed with grief.

"…don't be out there, please go in.

"I wasn't really shocked, Lord Raymond. I'm fine."

The girl answered, raising Tom and whispering.

"At dawn, enter through the third of the back doors of the lord's mansion. I'll give you gold coins. And I have something to tell you about your father.”

Tom could not refuse the offer.

***

I felt a pain in my head. I could feel the blood flowing through my hair. Tingling.

After the trial, I went to the back door of the permanent residence. Suddenly, he was hit in the back of the head and lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes, my hands and legs were tied. There was only a small sound of thunder, as the cloth was bitten in my mouth. It was tied up tight and couldn't move. Tom had no choice but to watch Karen Haier.

On the other side, Karen waved her hand when she saw Tom woke up.

"Did you wake up?"

I couldn't answer. She turned away from Tom and soon went on with her work. He was sweating hard. Karen went on quietly, sawing. Tom realized for sure. Fell for it.

“……!”

"You should be able to trust my senses."

The sound of cutting meat and bones with a saw sounded distracting.

Tom knew that when he cut people, he made the same sound as when he cut other meat. Man was like meat.

Tom wanted to scream, but his mouth was covered. I wanted to cover my ears. But his arms and legs were tied tight. All Tom could do was wriggle. And that meat, the man who became the meat, was the man he knew. Tom could figure out why he came here. It was because of that meat.

"That's why I need a witness.”

Tom knew that the witness of something was himself. Karen threw out the flesh-stained saw and took out a new one. Sweat dripped down. It seemed quite overwhelming, but there was no sign of stopping. She was having the pleasure of labor with her eyes shining.

"Hu, I didn't see Nancy myself, so I don't know how much to share. Usually, it's like... arms, legs, and neck. Right? I don't think so. I don't think so."

Tom would yell if he could open his mouth. Anyone would. But when I checked the body's head, Tom was out of his mind. Karen managed to take off her haircut and put it next to Tom.

"So I'd like you to take care of me today. You can't sleep?"

You won't be able to sleep.

***

The sense of stroking the brown hair was good. Karen fixed her posture so that Tom could sit upright. I've prepared myself for the day because I have to endure it all. He tied his hands and feet together and covered his mouth. When he passed out, he let him swallow water and gave him medicine.

"It's not cold anymore, so you don't have to put fire in it.”

Tom, who was rolling his eyes uneasily, quickly struggled to identify the body's face.

"Shhhhhhhush. It's a dead body anyway, isn't it? I can't touch you. It's safe."

Tom, I'm not the body you should be wary of. But Tom was about to fall from the body in a fit of fits, so Karen had to threaten the pieces of wood again.

Why didn't you feed him morphine? Karen grumbled. But the nine-year-old was too small to know the proper amount. She is the only one who dies early because of drugs to stabilize her. It's not that I don't understand Tom's confused reaction, but I had my own excuses. In the first place, the bodies that could be easily obtained were determined.

I don't really want to bother you. Karen patted her back and said,

"Even if I cheer up, I'll have a chance... The physical difference between the man and the woman... Everyone's busy trying to kill more, not alone, and I'm weak... I guess it's only a child like you who can kill him after all. I wish I had more energy. Sorry, don't cry. You can't live long."

So you're the easiest one. Karen put a blanket around Tom.

"The same goes for the time of your appearance. Realistically, you've got too many illnesses. I don't know if my hair is missing because it's coriander hair. Blisters on his hands and feet, and a terrible ulcer in his mouth... Did you work too hard?"

Your body's market price wasn't as high as I thought. Karen said with disinfection. A weak camaraderie, if not necessary, moved her. The child's body was severely blistered and inflamed. The fragile part turned grotesque with inflammation.

Normal growth will not be possible. No, Karen stammered her memory. In the end, even if Karen collected it, Tom died in a month. There is no point in assuming growth.

After all, this is too easy a choice. Use dead bodies and orphans that no one cares about to do the experiment. It hurt my pride a little, but that's all.

"To add a strong point… Since you're your father, you'll be the best at it.”

Thomas was fortunately the whole axis. The criminal's body was reported by the coroner before the trial and was simply embalmed, leaving the intestines empty.

And after the trial, Karen picked up what had been left in moderation with the manure of the mountain. At first, he chose Hans, who had stabbed him with his own anger, but soon it occurred to him that his father, Thomas, would be better to concentrate. And Thomas was lighter than Hans.

"I'm glad it hasn't rotted much yet."

I closed the door.

Tom had to make eye contact with Thomas's cut head. I closed my eyes. I'd rather die. Thomas' eyes were the same as those of a dead animal. The empty snow was so gross that Tom prayed that Karen would come back from the experiment.

My whole body was tied up, but I was free to open and close my eyes. I'm going to sleep before I get here. I prayed that if I never woke up again while I was sleeping, I would just die while I was sleeping.

However, the chill rising from the floor reminded us of the cold reality, and the chill lingered around the blanket.