Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

He knew his parents' life wasn't easy either, but so what?

Now that we've brought him into this world, we should raise him properly.

The drunkard thought to himself with a straight face.

I still have enough money to live it up for one night. I'll go home and ask for more money tomorrow.

Anyway, as long as he plays the victim, his parents will feel sorry for him and give him money.

If all else fails, then just dogeza (a deep bowing gesture).

Anyway, he's used to it.

"Ugh~"

"Cough cough, ha~ vomit!"

The sound of vomiting could be heard continuously from inside the alley.

It seems the man drank a lot last night.

"It's so uncomfortable."

Covering his head, the drunkard leaned slumped against the wall.

Staring blankly at the sky, I always feel a sense of emptiness.

The drunkard's consciousness began to gradually succumb.

He was partying all night, and now he finally can't take it anymore.

"Click, click, click."

Strange sounds came from afar, coming closer from the depths of the alley.

It sounded like the noise of a rusty machine that hadn't been maintained for years.

The drunkard forced himself to look into the depths of the alley.

If you fall asleep here, they might steal all your money.

He was also thinking of finding a cozy foot massage parlor to sleep in tonight.

A figure in a coat walked stiffly to the drunkard's side.

Its movements resembled those of a robot lacking lubrication.

It was like a patient who hadn't walked in years.

"who are you?"

The pale-faced drunkard propped himself up and looked warily at the strange man in front of him.

He reached into his pocket with his left hand, clutching his meager savings tightly.

This is related to where he'll sleep tonight.

Coincidentally, the guy in front of me also had his hands in his coat pockets the whole time.

"Click."

Upon hearing the drunkard's voice, the strange man in front of him slowly raised his head.

The face under the brim of the hat gradually came into the drunkard's view.

"you!"

The moment he saw that face, the drunkard's somewhat confused thoughts cleared up considerably.

It was a rusty, robotic face.

Before the drunkard could make any move, the rusty robot took its hand out of its pocket.

A sharp axe appeared before the drunkard's eyes.

The blinding, cold light stung the drunkard's eyes.

Chapter 298 The Robot Woodcutter No Longer Cuts Down Trees

In the fairy tale "The Wizard of Oz," the protagonist, Dorothy, meets the Tin Man, who lacks a heart, in the magical land of Oz.

He, along with Dorothy, the Lion, and the Scarecrow, searched for a wizard who could grant wishes, and eventually obtained a heart from the wizard.

However, in some worlds, the story doesn't unfold so beautifully.

The Tin Man did indeed follow Dorothy to the wizard and obtain a heart.

But this heart is made of lead.

Because the wizard believed that "you are a machine, created to serve humanity."

"Machines don't need a heart."

Feeling the coldness in his chest, the once kind-hearted Tin Man turned dark and indifferent.

It used its axe to pierce the wizard's chest, tearing out the wizard's still-vital heart and placing it in its own chest.

This was the first time it had felt a heartbeat.

It was so warm, so captivating.

Even its cold body seemed to soften and become warm.

In that instant, it became completely captivated by this feeling.

However, this heart was ultimately not its own.

The heart's vitality was gradually fading, and the Tin Man's sense of warmth was also dissipating.

It felt panicked; having experienced this feeling before, it couldn't accept returning to its original form.

Just as the tin man was in a panic, a blood-stained axe came into its sight.

The Tin Man seemed to understand something.

From then on, the tin man who used to cut down trees stopped cutting down trees and started chopping down humans.

"It's really tragic."

In the alleyway blocked by yellow tape, a police officer looked at the body covered by a white sheet on the ground and couldn't help but sigh.

Chiba has been really turbulent lately.

First came the brutal dismemberment of a high school boy, followed by the murder of a high school teacher; the scandal was exposed on the same day.

There were various other things that happened in between.

This middle-aged police officer, who originally thought he could work for another ten years or so, suddenly had the idea of ​​retiring.

I'll resign at the end of this year.

The officer thought to himself as he stroked the stubble on his chin.

He just looks young; he's actually old enough to retire.

Thinking about my life after retirement is really exciting.

"Brother Songgang, we've made a new discovery here."

With barely noticeable dark circles under his eyes, Hyakki Funetaro leaned out halfway and spoke.

He has been working continuously due to a large number of cases recently.

Although he was entitled to leave, he insisted on working, and no amount of persuasion could dissuade him.

"What's wrong."

Matsuoka pulled himself out of his thoughts and asked.

"There's something wrong with this heart."

Pointing to the heart carelessly discarded to the side, Hyakki Funetaro said.

They initially thought the killer had removed the victim's heart and thrown it on the ground after killing the victim.

This behavior, which is difficult for ordinary people to understand, seems... ... to them...

That's also outrageous.

Although there are clear case analyses of such cases in criminal psychology, it is still hard to accept when you actually see them.

At first, they considered whether someone was deliberately seeking revenge and had taken such action.

After their investigation, they discovered that the deceased had quite a few enemies.

I got into an argument with someone while drinking last night.

"This heart does not belong to the victim, and the victim's time of death should not have exceeded one day."

"And the timing of when this heart was removed doesn't match up."

Although it has not undergone rigorous testing, this conclusion can be easily reached after an on-site investigation.

This would significantly reduce the likelihood of someone deliberately seeking revenge.

The primary consideration is serial crime.

"Yeah."

He pulled a small notebook from his coat pocket and wrote down the clue. Matsuoka then asked:

"Any other discoveries?"

"The rest are still under investigation."

"Well, hard work."

Closing his notebook, Matsuoka joined in the on-site inspection.

We can't always rely on young people.

Despite the clear findings of the investigation, Matsuoka and Hyakki Funetaro felt more nervous than relieved.

Seeking revenge intentionally and committing a series of crimes are two completely different concepts.

The former is far less dangerous than the latter.

Meanwhile, the perpetrator who caused this tragedy was running wildly through the alley.

That's right, it's sprinting.

Previously covered in rust and unable to move easily, the tin man now moves with incredible speed, demonstrating a pace that even world sprint champions would find difficult to match.

The sleek steel body is free of any rust and gleams with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.

'Sunshine! And a beating heart!'

How warm!

Although he didn't speak, the Tin Man was inwardly jubilant.

This is what it has always dreamed of.

After running for a long time, the tin man finally stopped.

Looking at the surrounding buildings, the Tin Man finally realized his current predicament.

It seems to have arrived in a completely unfamiliar place?

The tin man wasn't particularly surprised that he was surrounded by things he couldn't understand.

In its original world, the differences between countries were sometimes greater than the differences between the two worlds.

The kingdom of magic and the kingdom of technology may be separated by only one mountain.

A country full of young people and a country full of old people might hit each other with a single shot.

'Something seems off.'

Raising his hand, the tin man quietly felt the beating of his heart in his chest, analyzing his current situation in his mind.

Although it's a robotic woodcutter, that doesn't mean it's a brainless creature.

The brainless one is that idiotic scarecrow; it just doesn't have a heart.

The Tin Man's mood instantly soured at the thought of a certain scarecrow.