《peddle sins》


 Tiyi

    Dec 3, clody.


    I can feel it is a clody day even with my curtains closed. The damp air permeated the room, the bed, and my bones.


    I had only two choices: either make myself a cup of coffee or close my eyes and expect to open them again on December 4.


    Anyway, I finally got up.


    Today, as usual, I sat in the store, praying that people wouldn''t come to my place.


    A cloudy afternoon is like a few minutes waiting in line for a child''s injection, or a few seconds before a ghost appears in a horror movie.


    You know something bad is ganna happen, but you can never tell when the first drops of rain will fall.


    Thanks to the weather, a few hours passed quickly, and by four o ''clock in the afternoon there was no customer.


    For me, it was an intoxicating time to sit quietly behind my desk, reading a book and drinking coffee, undisturbed by anyone.


    At half past four, a man opened the door and came in. Well, I hate him.


    But he did give me a little surprise, because he didn''t come toget books, he came to rob.


    When this guy walks up to me with his gun out, I really want to complain to him. It''s getting harder and harder todeal with thesebodies cleaning stuff these days. Life isnot easyas there are people forceme do thisall the time.


    It would take me about half an hour to pull out the teeth, shave the hair, and saw the body into six pieces. It would take me another hour to drive thoes to Bob''s pig farm.When I got back, I had to clean up the blood and trash. It would be too late to prepare dinner.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.


    So hands up , frightened look, and told him in a trembling voice that the money was all in the drawer. Please mercy.


    I thought I had done it really well, with the eyes, the tone, the body movements, and he would have taken the money and walked away so I could continue to enjoy my time alone.


    But as he reached for the drawer, it occurred to me that I had no money of any kind...


    So, he opened the drawer and saw half the pizza that I had left, and half the mouse that had been left by an unknown creature.Then he got angry, put a gun to my head and stared at me, asking if I thoughtthis joke was funny.


    I ended up this by shoving his gun into his gullet otherwise he might let the gun off accidentally.


    As this guy flopped on the floor, I figured out -- the security in Philadelphia is bad, and I''m moving.


    I seriously doubt the IQ of the kind of guy who walks around with a broken gun trying to get "quick money" these days.Commonly, if u are plan to rob smallor medium-sized store,the best targets must bethe catering and commodity store undoubtedly;Thenis the ticket office, clothing shops, household shops;The worst choice should be a store selling furniture, antiques and books.


    Don''t people even have time to estimate the daily turnover and risk factors?So why the stores ?A random armed break-in will be fine,there is alwayssome cash in the house.


    Oh, of course, thisdoesn''t make any sense right now. Better to rob a homeless man on the subway than come here to me.


    Few seconds later,it seemed that he was going into shock, but he was still struggling to reach to the door.


    I came and closed the door. flipped OPEN to CLOSE one and lowered the shutters in the side window.He was climbing up to my feet when I turned around, just in case I broke the bones in his elbows.


    Finally, I can go back to my comfortable couch, have a cup of coffee, pick up my book and continue the comfortable time.


    I think that it would be very difficult for him to get up in such abodycondition. Even if he managed to get up, he would not be able toopen the doorwith his mouth. He should be dead in half an hour or so, and the body will just block the door. Perfect.


    Whatever, today is still, generally speaking , a nasty day.Inthe end there were things I didn''t understand, like the relationship between me, the rat, the pizza and the unknown creature and their place in the food chain.


    HMM...Well, it doesn''t matter either.

 book of thought

    There are multiple earths in the multiverse, and one of them is quite irrelevant.But the story I''m going to tell takes place right there.


    In this world, at the end of the 20th century, a force broke all the barriers of nations, national boundaries and beliefs with absolute force, making all human beings become subjects before they could react.Anyone who dared to resist was wiped out in two years.


    Human beings completed the unification of power of the whole planet in 2000. Since this year, the concept of national boundaries no longer exists on the earth. The original "country" was retitled as "prefecture" or "province".


    A long oblivious word re-rised to the public- emperor.


    Whatever, at least in this universe, the earthmen are ultimately united not in alliance , but in empire.


    actually In the long run, if a alliance of monkeys, or bugs, or even robots, invade from outside the galaxy in a few years, the empire will must be more effective than the alliance .


    Of course, that won''t happen in this book.


    The story started in December 2100.


    Janp prefecture is one of the smallest "prefectures" in the world. Originally, the empire planned to put it into the territory of Chin prefecture . However, considering that it is located at sea and has been prone to earthquakes and tsunamis since ancient times, there is still a volcano which is alive and may sink into the sea.As the area of Chin prefecture was already very broad, the high table of the empire finally decided to set Janp prefecture as a separate "prefecture".


    That winter, in the streets of Hokkaido, a young man was running, the cold morning air like a knife cutting his face.


    He was neither tall nor short, fat nor thin, with an average face and glasses on the bridge of his nose as thick as the bottoms of two beer bottles.Wearing a black school uniform, shoulders carrying a shabby bag, from sideburns to wind buckle to trouser legs, a faultless guy, typical good students.


    But the good student was late again.


    "Oh, Mr. Ikeda, In a rush today. All right, sit down."The teacher who said this words names Matsuo , a balding middleaged man, ikeda''s head teacher, mathematics.


    This is a topschool, well ranked in the entire Janp prefecture high school .But it was nothing compared to the colleges where the aristocracy and royalty attended.


    Living in a remote area, ikeda had to catch a rare bus every morning to get to school on time. Once he missed the bus, ikeda had to run for about 40 minutes to get to school.


    Matsuo is a snob, and Ikeda is the kind of poor students he despised, he often took ikeda made a little mistake as an excuse to give him publicly embarrassed.Fortunately today Matsuo seems to be in a good mood, not further to humiliate Ikeda fun, but continue to speak his class.


    Relieved, ikeda darted to his seat, placed his bag carefully, and took out his textbook.


    Because of late, ikeda sat down more than ten minutes after the first class was over.


    Matsuo did not delay, left just with the ending bell , but to the door, he turned his face, with a bad look at ikeda, ikeda clearly see the sneer fron his face.


    "Hello, ''wet mosquito coil incense'', I have something to tell you, to the rooftop.Monitor Miura is a tall and healthy fat, the family is very rich, heard that his father is the President of the big hospital, so snobbish Matsuo will let tMiura the monitor in this class .


    "Oh, well...Ikeda did not respond to the term "wet mosquito coil incense,"


    Because that''s what other boys and even girls in the class call him.Mosquito-repellent incense refers to his ridiculous glasses, and the wet mosquito-repellent incense actually means that it can''t be used, so the nickname is basically equivalent to "rubbish".


    Because it is a high school, there are few bad teenagers in the real sense, but the bullies like Miura are all over the world, from kindergarten to the beginning of society, only this kind of character can be seen everywhere.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    Ikeda usually has been bullied by Miura , in addition to running errands, but also have to write homework, and such a teacher like Miura is naturally turn a blind eye to this.


    came to the rooftop, miura did not say a word, inexplicably beat ikeda , he beat hard, do not speak discretion, and ikeda in the whole process is just holding the head curled up into a ball, there is no sign of anger and strike back, just bear.


    Maybe it is used to it, just entered the school was upperclassmen deliberately find fault beat, later along with the grade also put him as the best target of bullying.Ikeda, now a sophomore in high school, is just a fool in the eyes of first-year students, completely not as predecessors.


    When the bell rang, miura stopped and turned to go.


    "Why?Ikeda managed to squeeze out the words.


    "Oh?"Miura spat and calmly replied, "if you want to give me a reason, maybe it''s boring. I haven''t beaten anyone for a long time."


    The door to the roof was closed, and ikeda was still on the ground, his pride perhaps hurt more than his bruises.


    Perhaps it was time to cry, but he had stopped crying.


    Students like ikeda seem to have no choice but to change schools or commit suicide.


    Unfortunately, he did not have the conditions for a transfer, nor the balls to suicide.


    All he could do was to move on like this.


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    The evening of December 10th.


    bell rang after school, for ikeda, every day of high school life is like a hard time, and return home to do a lot of housework, because gambler and drunk father all day drunk, generally do three things: play crazy show limit, hit his son to practice, drool sleep.


    Ikeda strode feebly through the familiar streets, the whole world dark to him, every moment of his life a torment.


    Gradually walked to the remote area, ikeda suddenly stopped, looked at a roadside shop, soliloquy said: "there was a bookstore here?"He vaguely remember a few days ago here is only a vacant lot, but now clearly there is a dozens of square meters of single-storey building.The sign read "BOOKS," and the street-facing window was so full of BOOKS that it was hard to see.


    Maybe out of curiosity, or simply because he did not want to return to his messy home too early, ikeda pushed the door into the house.


    After entering let a person feel the space seems to be inside than the outside look a few bigger, the layout of the room in general is a cross, in addition to around the bookshelf, among a few pieces together on the table filled with books, in the corner and the floor are stacked with books, this chaotic place for people to walk on channel almost no, space is accounted for by the random the unconventionally.


    The peculiar smell of paper and leather filled the air, not bad.A few steps further in, a desk was visible, and behind it, on a couch, sat a man of 20 or 30 years of age, disheveled, in a black shirt and suit, with an open collar.


    Tiyi didn''t make any response to the customers'' arrival. just kept reading the book in one hand and stirring a cup of coffee on the table with a spoon in the other.


    "emm....Could you tell me...Ikeda want to ask where the bookstore had come from.


    Tiyi did not allow him to finish his sentence and did not take his eyes off his book. He just put down his spoon, raised his arm lazily and pointed to the three rows of bookshelves in his left corner.


    "There''s what you want to see."


    Ikeda feel the current situation is wired but he can tell what is wrong, but still wooden ground towards the rows of bookshelves went past, he also do not know why he will follow Tiyi ''s words to do, as if the boss simple words can lead him to solve all the doubts in the heart.


    When he got there, ikeda found that all the books on the shelf had black covers, and it was impossible to judge their contents by their appearance, so it didn''t matter to pick up any of them.So he took a book off the shelf and looked at Tiyi again. Tiyi was still reading and drinking his coffee, completely ignoring himself.


    "What a queer...Ikeda muttered under his breath, opening the book in his hand.


    The first page was a blank sheet of paper. Turn to the second page.


    It was written in uncomfortable green ink -- Ikeda Wanga.


    "My name?Ikeda instantly a goose bumps, "coincidence?A prank?The whole person thing on TV?"


    He turned a few pages back, and, apart from the title of the book, the rest of the text was in decent black print, but its contents made ikeda almost cry out .


    "People like dad, go to hell."


    "Asshole Miura , I''d like to push him down the stairs."


    "To be a popular guy like Fujita."


    Ikeda flicked through the pages, gradually filling his face with fear and shame, until, about two-thirds of the way through, the rest of the book broke off, leaving only a few dozen blank pages.


    And the last two lines were: "coincidence?A prank?The whole person thing on TV?""And" how is that possible?!"


    Tiyi laid down the book in his hand at last, sipped his coffee, and turned to ikeda. "put the book back, and we will make a deal."


    Ikeda shivered, hesitated, on the incomprehensible thing instinct fear, and do not want to put down his "heart" the mood of the book, him struggle, did not follow the words to do.


    Day a sigh: "put down the book, come over, otherwise I cut up you to feed pig."


    Ikeda relented. He put the book back on the shelf, memorized its location, and nervously headed toward Tiyi ''s desk.


    Tiyi gave a fake smile: "ikeda, feeding pigs is all a joke. Don''t mind. What you just saw is free, but only for once."Tiyi held up the book he had been holding in his hand since ikeda entered the room, the same black book cover wrapped appearance.


    "The title of this book is Kazuya Miura ."Tiyi was very satisfied with ikeda''s face after hearing the words, and he added in a highly inflammatory tone: "as long as you do one thing in exchange, you can read this book."