Once again, apologies for the poor state of the past two days, this chapter can be subscribed normally, and the author is now going to revise the first two chapters. Sorry and thank you for your support!

Under the strange gaze of the front desk, the three of them squeezed into a standard room, and put a hundred pages of A4 paper in the middle of the small round table.

"You can think of something, too. Bingning said to Wang Ling, and just like that, the three of them began their new investigative work: reading books...

"Brody, it's time to eat!" came a rude shout from outside the door, and the little boy sat up from the curled up bed, and looked at the bearded man on the observation mouth, who was looking at the little boy viciously, "I know to sleep every day, and then let me see you lying there, and you will wait to eat the stick!"

The little boy slowly got up from the bed, his arm still aching, and pulled open the dirty sleeve of his shirt, and a long bruise mark was still clearly visible on it, which was a gift from the bearded man.

Seeing that the boy was up, the bearded man pulled the bolt of the door and walked away scolding.

Brody was the boy's name, and he stood against the shiny wall that he was touching, and he could vaguely see how old he was, he didn't know, he was probably twelve or thirteen years old.

He had the impression that he had been here for a long, long time, and that he had forgotten the people here as time passed, and that they were in a state of confusion every day, not knowing which direction the sun would rise in the future.

He had tried to draw a 1 on the wall with the chalk he had secretly picked up every time he exchanged days and nights, but when he was spotted by Beard, he scolded and splashed a bucket of water on Brody's body, and then held up the skinny Brody with his steely arms to wipe away the imprint of those times.

Can't resist.

Brody pushed the door open, and there was a narrow hallway with steel doors on one side and round portholes on the other wall.

The man had already walked away and was going up the stairs, he looked back, saw that Brody had come out, raised the stick in his hand, and disappeared around the corner of the stairs with heavy steps.

Leaning on the window and looking out, the sky is endless, the skyline cannot be discerned at the farthest distance, and there is a clear blue and a layer of foggy water vapor.

There is only one word that can describe this environment, and that is the sea.

Brody's place is a big ship, it sails in the ocean all day long, Brody doesn't know where its destination is, occasionally it docks at the docks, sometimes it's the same scene, sometimes it's a completely strange place.

However, Brody was never allowed to disembark, and of course not only him, but many others lived with him in the cramped cabin.

Brody sighed at the porthole, his fingers drawing the shape of three stickmen in the simplest strokes on the damp glass, two adults leading a small one, walking towards the sea.

It was his parents, Brody thought, this was one of his few entertainments, and the vapor quickly disappeared, he wiped his sleeve and ran briskly up the stairs.

He didn't want to be beaten, even if he didn't want to be obedient either.

Brody had watched his parents die, and some men in blue uniforms, armed with two spears his height, had all the bullets in their chests from their magazines.

"It's almost a war. ”

Young Brody always heard his parents and friends discuss these issues, but he didn't know what that meant, he was only a few years old at the time, and there were not many residents in the town, and everyone would often gather in one person's house after a busy day, leaning on the warm stove, holding a vodka that was hotter than the fire, and pouring it in small gulps.

If one day, everyone gathers

At this time, Brody would always sit quietly in the corner of his house, where there was always a small bench that belonged to him, holding a small pistol made of wood, and measuring the small insects flying in the room.

He doesn't have many friends, and the rest of the kids in town don't want to play with him.

"Brody is a monster!" they always say, because Brody's two eyes are different colors, one blue and the other purple.

No one had ever seen such eyes, and it is said that when he was born, the little nurse was startled, thinking that he was born with some strange disease.

The parents were also scared, and they had spent years of their savings to take Brody to the city to see a doctor, and that was the first and only time Brody went to the city.

Because he was so young, he had almost forgotten it, but what he still remembered was the smell of bread wafting from the roadside shop, which was said to be made from pure flour that had been peeled off, and it was very fragrant.

But his parents didn't buy it for him, and when the doctor handed him a piece of paper that could not be diagnosed, he held the last zloty of the family in his hand. The priest had come, read to Brody many things he did not understand, and flipped through the little book with a cross that he had never left his hand, and at last he sighed and left, without taking anything from their house.

After a long time, I saw that Brody didn't have too many abnormalities except for being withdrawn, and his parents didn't mention the matter of seeing the disease, and in that era, it was not easy to survive.

The stable life didn't last long, and the parents were debating whether to let Brody go to the town's elementary school, and people said that the only way to study would not be to do all the hard work in the future.

A loud sound shook the town, and they had never heard such a terrifying loud noise. All ran out of their homes, looking in horror in the direction from which the sound came.

That was the direction of the elementary school, one of the few three-story buildings in the town, and half of the school's teaching building had collapsed, and many people were running for their lives.

"Run, the enemy is coming, fighting!"

They shouted.

Everyone was frightened, and they hurried back to their homes, took out the few valuable things hidden in the corner, touched some food, and began to run out of town.

Brody was carried by his father on his shoulder, and he didn't understand what was going on, except to see several large machines made of steel rushing towards him next to the ruins of the elementary school, billowing black smoke billowing from behind them, and a thick, long pipe in front of them.

Rumble!

A blinding flash of fire erupted from the pipe, followed by a loud explosion, and the neighbor's house on the other side disappeared completely.

After dozens of people were killed by indiscriminate shooting, everyone finally understood that there was nowhere to run, and around the small town, a man in a blue suit and an iron hat came out, all with long guns in their hands, and drove the terrified people to the square in the center of the town.

A man in a top hat was yelling at the priest, who was clearly frightened, and the little notebook he used to hold was torn and fluttering on the ground in the wind.

The man in the top hat was dressed differently than the others, his clothes were so new, even newer than the mayor's clothes. He frowned and looked at the priest with an unhappy expression.

Seeing that the priest was still muttering to himself, he jerked off his belt and jerked it down on the priest's cheek.

There was a snap, and blood flowed out, and above the belt, there was a holster, and a heavy, hard pistol was placed inside, and it smashed firmly on the priest's forehead.

"He, the man you are looking for, is there!" Suddenly, an old woman cried and pointed in the direction of the crowd, and everyone avoided

Brody's father was left standing there with a blank expression, and he realized that the old woman deserved to be himself.

The priest suddenly stood up and pointed his bloodied, mortally wounded head against the officer-like man, even though it was noisy, but Brody understood what he was shouting.

“ucieczka！！！”

Run, he said... Runaway?

After the crisp sound of the gunshot, the priest lay trembling on the ground, his tattered but clean clothes appeared, and the officer rubbed his lower abdomen and kicked the priest in the back.

"They're devils, they're devils," Brody's father, a diligent man, trembled with fear, and even forgot to run away, for only the devil could hurt a great priest.

Bang bang!

After several shots were fired in succession, until the empty compartment hung up, the officer was still very puzzled, raised his big shiny leather boots, and stepped on the priest's body at once.

The priest lay in a pool of blood, blood was dripping from his mouth, nose and eyes, his eyes widened as he looked in Brody's direction, his mouth twitched slightly, but he couldn't make any sound after all.

His body stiffened, his head slowly pressed against the cold ground, and the priest could no longer pray for the people.

The officer took out a new magazine, put it in the magazine, looked at the priest on the ground who had lost his breath, frowned, and shot the priest in the back of the head again, splashing all kinds of colors.

In disgust, he beckoned the adjutant to bring a towel and wiped the blood from his boots, and then casually threw the red towel on the priest's horrific corpse.

Then he walked in the direction of Brody's family with small steps, his boots clattering on the ground, like a death bell.

Brody's father's legs were already weak, he wanted to run away, but he couldn't move at all, Brody's mother cried and pulled him, and after a few pulls, she had to hug her lover and child tightly.

Brody was not too frightened, he stared blankly at the priest, who was one of the few who smiled at him, and sometimes gave him a piece of dry black bread, but now he was lying on the ground, and the soldiers dragged him away and into the grass.

And her, Brody turned to look at the old woman, he suddenly understood, these soldiers are likely to come for him, even if the grade is young, Brody has already understood what hatred is, even if the old man must be holding his own life, so he will identify it.

However, the priest she had killed died, and the rest was their family.

"That's right, that's right, it's him!" Brody's family realized that there was a man who had been standing behind the officer, and he looked so familiar.

The white coat, which was almost unrecognizable, and the half-shattered eyes that hung from his ears were the same doctors who had treated Brody and cheated them out of all their savings.

It turned out that it was this doctor who attracted these soldiers.

The officer walked up to Brody's father, snatched Brody from his arms, and couldn't help but laugh at the child, who was shining with a strange light in his purple eyes because of his anger.

"Let's go, I found it, it's this kid. ”

"What about the villagers?"

The officer didn't look back, put Brody on his shoulder, and couldn't let go no matter how hard he struggled, "Kill." The voice was cold and piercing, and then, as if remembering something, he suddenly turned around, and once again grasped the pistol in his left hand.

The doctor slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest, where a bullet had penetrated deep into the same place as the priest, shattering his heart.