Glorious God Throne

Chapter 2

“So that’s how it is…”

The boy, without any suspicion, spoke thoughtfully, “It seems they probably went to prepare some necessary living supplies for you. As you know, we haven’t had guests here for a while.”

“Ah, with such heavy rain, I don’t know when they will come back. I hope they don’t get sick from the rain.”

A hint of worry appeared on the boy’s face.

“Yeah, I hope they don’t get lost outside…” The man jokingly said as he dragged a body from beside his feet.

“What’s that sound…”

The boy suddenly tilted his ear.

“I’m mopping the floor. The rain was so heavy that it made the floor all wet when I walked in.”

“No, you are a guest, how can we trouble you? That would be too impolite.” The boy’s face showed a clear look of surprise. He instantly put his worries about his parents behind him and seemed to remember something.

He said, “Dr. Filte, please have a seat. Just sit on the sofa over there. Almost forgot, would you like a cup of steaming hot milk to ward off the cold?”

Without waiting for an answer, he had already walked over to the reception desk, feeling his way along the wall with his hand. Unconsciously, he had walked near the reception desk, not far from the nearest body.

He reached into the reception desk and fumbled around for a while, finding a clean porcelain cup and milk powder. He filled the cup with hot water from the water dispenser nearby, a movement that might seem slow to a normal person but was extremely proficient for him. He turned his body to pour in the milk powder and gently started to stir.

Then, he lifted the steaming cup of milk, his hollow eyes looking in the direction where “Dr. Filte” probably was. He opened his mouth with a look of joy on his face, as if he wanted to share his favorite flavor with this guest, “This is my favorite flavor. I drink a cup every night before going to bed to fall asleep.”

The steam from the milk covered the boy’s eyes, and the curve of his lips was so bright and satisfied.

For a blind child to be able to do these things was already extremely difficult. It was only through countless failures and accumulated experience that he had become so proficient. Even so, such actions still posed a risk of burns to him.

But in the face of a doctor who could potentially cure his eyes and bring him hope, it seemed only natural to be diligent, even at the risk of getting burned.

The boy took a few steps forward with the milk in his hand, intending to hand it over.

Seeing his actions, the man who had just pulled out a large old tablecloth from the kitchen and was preparing to use it as a shroud, changed his expression. Almost reflexively, he put down the old tablecloth and was about to bend over after a few steps forward—

A cold arm was placed in front of the boy’s path. If he took a few more steps forward, he would trip and fall, and it was very likely that he would fall directly onto the lifeless body, falling into his mother’s arms.

This instantly broke the harmonious atmosphere between the two.

However…

What would his reaction be at that time? Would he scream in fright, or would he collapse?

Such a scene almost quickly emerged in ‘K’s mind. Some indescribable stimulation made him slightly interested, and he was somewhat expectant.

He who was about to move the body away immediately paused his arm and slowly straightened his waist.

“Dr. Filte?”

The raised milk was not received by anyone for a long time, and he did not hear the other party’s response. The boy called out in confusion.

“Are you still there?”

“I’m here.” The man’s voice sounded softly, with a hint of sleepiness, “Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep on the sofa just now.” Saying this, he raised his hand to take the cup of milk from the boy’s hand, “You really went to a lot of trouble.”

The boy shook his head and laughed shyly, “If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have rushed over like this. I should be the one apologizing.” He quickly admonished with a serious face, “By the way, you must drink the milk while it’s hot. You’ve been out in the rain for so long, don’t catch a cold.”

Such a serious and earnest expression on a child’s face made people couldn’t help but find it a bit funny.

This child, who thought he was about to see the light, was smiling so brilliantly. At the same time, his parents’ bodies were lying stiffly in front of him, like dead fish at the mercy of others, while the murderer was treated as a guest by him.

What a ridiculous and absurd scene, yet it was inexplicably exciting!

“I am indeed a bit thirsty. Thanks for the hospitality.”

Like a real guest, ‘K’ smiled slightly and took a sip from the cup of milk.

The dim light slowly shone in the hall. The boy, whose height had just reached the height of the reception desk, leaned against the side of the desk, smiling sweetly. The guest who had come from afar shook the water droplets off his clothes and held the hot milk, drinking it sip by sip. If one didn’t look at the two bodies lying on the ground, this scene would undoubtedly be warm and harmonious.

The sound of wind and rain outside the window grew louder, the pitter-patter of the downpour hitting the windowsill. The moisture mixed with the smell of dust swept in, covering the faint smell of blood in the air.

In the suddenly urgent sound of wind and rain, the boy frowned towards the door, muttering, “Why haven’t mom and dad come back yet…”

He straightened his head to “look” in the direction of the door, even unconsciously taking two steps forward.

Not far from his feet, the bodies of his parents lay quietly, their wide-open eyes staring at him.

His mother’s arm, which had completely stiffened, was stretched out in front, almost half a centimeter away from the boy’s toes.

And he was still waiting for them in confusion.

This black humor-like drama made even ‘K’, who had directed all this, couldn’t help but find it interesting.

The boy’s foot finally lifted again.

‘K’ opened his eyes wide, almost expectantly watching all this.

This was different from every accident he had experienced before, but it seemed to teach him another more interesting art of tragedy beyond simple and brutal killing.

Learned, learned.

“Ah!” The boy’s cry of surprise sounded, as if he had been tripped by something on the ground, and discovered the “surprise”.

Sure enough…

Just as he muttered these two words in his heart, K’s vision suddenly blurred, and he uncontrollably fell backward, collapsing directly onto the sofa, a sense of weakness sweeping over his body.

— Not good!

— Been tricked!!!

This thought just flashed by, he didn’t even have the strength to do anything else, his consciousness began to sink.

In the dim moment of his vision, he saw the familiar small figure come to him in a nimble posture that did not match a blind person, and even skillfully took the black umbrella from the side of the sofa. The raindrops falling from the umbrella hit his face.

The icy temperature made ‘K’ barely awake for a moment, he bit his tongue hard, letting the pain temporarily dominate his nerves, with a strong will, he was about to jump up.

But the next moment, he froze completely.

The familiar tip of the umbrella was against his forehead.

“Hey, don’t be impulsive, little guy.”

‘K’ slowly, slowly raised his hands, looked up at the boy in front of him, and tried to pull out a smile, “…People like me should be dealt with by the police, don’t let hatred cloud your mind.”

He met a pair of very calm eyes, they didn’t seem impulsive at all.

!!!

A child so small, who could pretend to be blind the first time he found out his parents were killed, could chat and laugh with the murderer in this house full of bodies as if nothing had happened, and decisively took action when he was paralyzed…

Wait…

An involuntary chill spread through his heart.

‘K’ murmured subconsciously, “That cup of milk…”

“Strong sleeping pills. Didn’t I say? I drink a cup every night before going to bed to fall asleep.”

The boy tilted his head and showed a smile.

‘K’ suddenly realized. He didn’t expect to fall into the hands of such an apparently harmless child…

“Alright, the Q&A is over.” The cold muzzle on his forehead moved, and the other party didn’t even ask his real name from beginning to end, “Dr. Filte, you should be on your way.”

‘K’ snapped back to reality, “No, wait, wait! Once you kill me…”

“—This dream will end.”

The boy interrupted him with a smile.

“What, what?”

“After all, it’s not the first time being killed. First time unfamiliar, second time it gets familiar, this is the third time, you should be used to it, doctor.”

In ‘K’s astonished and confused eyes, the boy’s tone suddenly became casual, he playfully bit the last two words, showing a bit of impatience.

“So, see you next time, Dr. Filte.”

Bang——!

The moist air seeping in from the outside window mixed with the bloody smell in the room, exploding with a “gunshot”.

To complete a perfect dubbing for this silent bullet, the boy nonchalantly moved his left hand away from his lips, and his right hand retracted the umbrella to shake a beautiful “gun flower” in the air.

Then, he raised his index finger, gently blew, and announced.

“— Game over!”

Following his line of sight forward, the bullet that entered from ‘K’s forehead and flew out of the back of his head, flew towards the rain curtain outside the window at an unabated speed, splashing countless droplets.

For a moment, the world seemed to be frozen. Just like the slow motion in movies began to play frame by frame, the whole world, like the glass window pierced by the bullet, large cracks began to spread along the splashing droplets.

Then, it turned into countless splashing fragments.

This world shattered with a bang.

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