Following the baby's cry, Eugene went to the innermost part of the room, and then saw the helpless crying baby, the small, dirty, fragile baby, lying helplessly on the ground. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Covered with blood stained with the traces of war, innocent cries with purity that does not belong to this world, corpses surrounded and cut off all signs of life, the smell of death of decay permeated unbridledly, and the immaturity and joy of the newborn proclaimed the birth of life in the cry, like poppies blooming on a rotting corpse, bewitching and deadly.

Eugene's footsteps couldn't help but slow down, he couldn't get any closer, he couldn't get any closer, his hands holding the rifle slowly put down, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, he looked at the baby in a daze, the little life whose face was red because he cried too much, and he didn't know what to do.

He stood like this, quietly, with no waves in his narrow eyes, and for so long he had not smelled the breath of new life that he had forgotten the existence of life. The scarred face was cold and detached, but there was a faint hint of panic and helplessness, and even a hint of disgust and rejection, looming under the gloomy and sparse light.

Merrill also walked over, looking at the heart-rending baby, stunned, his eyes couldn't help but reddened slightly, but he just stood in place, as if Eugene's feet had drawn an abyss boundary, insurmountable.

Following Eugene's line of sight, looking up, Merrill saw a large hole in the roof, the cold wind pouring in wantonly, making people shiver, and the cry of a baby made the wind gloomy, "A lot of mortars have been fired here. Merrill couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth.

How ironic, isn't it? In war, the death of soldiers is full of blood, but what is even more terrible is that those innocent civilians are also lost with the wind, and no one cares at all.

"It doesn't matter. Eugene said calmly, his expressionless face seemed to clearly see the process of life fading little by little, the broken pain flickered in his eyes, and an indescribable sadness and despair spread between his lips and teeth. It turns out that indifference is also colored.

A colleague walked in behind him, looking at Eugene and Merrill who were stunned in place, and couldn't help but be a little angry, "What the are you two doing in a daze!" He stepped forward and carefully took the baby into his arms.

Eugene himself didn't realize it, he took a step back, he took a step back, and a trace of fear appeared on his indifferent face, as if the vigorous life would swallow up all the courage and firmness in him, and then once again exposed his softness and vulnerability.

The baby was carried away, they didn't notice Eugene's abnormality, Merrill confirmed that everyone else was dead, and then turned around and left, leaving Eugene alone, still stunned to look at the baby's mother - bare/breast/bare/breast/breasts lying on the ground, cold without any temperature, as if one second she was still nursing her child, the next second it was already yin and yang.

Eugene's gaze could not take his eyes off the corpse lying in a pool of blood, and he watched motionless, silently, and just like that, time flowed slowly over his shoulders, so cold that even the angels could not spread their wings. Then, Eugene turned away, and his calm mood only rippled a little, and then he regained his composure again.

Blinked, as if nothing had happened. Deathly silence.

Eugene left the innermost room, and was about to go out, but he heard a movement, and the hairs on his body stood up, and he subconsciously clenched the rifle in his hand, and the smell of blood began to fill again, and there was an intermittent choking sound behind the "Japanese ......".

Eugene raised her rifle, turned around and approached cautiously, and then saw a woman with an Asian face behind the curtain of grass, lying on a straw pile, her mouth wide open and trying to breathe, her eyes raised like a pool of stagnant water, when she saw Eugene, her eyes rolled slightly, still without any light, but she tried her best to say again, "Japanese ......" and then raised her hands, pointed to the pattern on the back of her hand, as if to say: the Japanese killed all her family.

However, she had no strength left, and tilted her head for a long time, as if she could clearly see the process of life being lost from her body, and she just stared at Eugene blankly, with a hint of longing in the depths of her eyes, begging for something. However, Eugene remained indifferent.

Eugene looked up and down coldly, just watching quietly. He didn't enjoy it but he didn't suffer either, only a calm, as if he was looking at the clouds on the washed sky, light and peaceful, the eyes without any fluctuations in the filthy blood stained but it made people shudder, a faint sadness and loneliness gently rippled out, as if you could see the transparent and ethereal soul walking forward on the empty Huangquan Road.

Then Eugene saw the grenade she was holding in her hand, the gun was raised again, and the predator-like vigilance broke out instantly, and he could even clearly feel the tightness of his muscles, and with just a slight movement, the whole person could run out wildly and easily harvest the enemy's life.

No, seeing Eugene's action like this, the woman nodded slightly, and a hot tear slid down, seeming to ...... As if begging Eugene to end her life. The woman reached out and lifted her shirt, revealing her torn belly, bloody intestines and internal organs flowing all over the floor.

She's begging Eugene to end her pain.

Eugene still stood still, his emotions unfazed and his movements began to slow down, and he looked at the woman condescendingly, and she stretched out her right hand with all her might, trying to grab the barrel of Eugene's gun, but he remained indifferent. Death was too sparse and ordinary for him, like his companion.

Finally, Eugene finally took a step, just two small steps, and then stood beside the woman. He would rather be close to a corpse than a baby.

The woman grabbed Eugene's hanging barrel, then aimed it at her brow, and closed her eyes in relief, her intention clear. Eugene put his finger on the trigger, the most familiar action he knew, and it had evolved into his instinct, and he himself could not count how many people he had killed, how many of them were Japanese and how many were innocent civilians...... And how many were wounded allies by mistake.

With a slight retraction of his fingers, he could end this woman's pain with just a little force, and for him, it was just a simple small action in daily life, not much different from eating and drinking.

However, he hesitated.

Watching the woman breathe a sigh of relief as if the pain in her body had dissipated like a tide, but the image of the baby crying just now appeared in his mind. There was a shallow struggle in those deep eyes, but it was painful, he closed his eyes in a panic, hiding his true emotions, and then lowered his right hand, after all, he still could not pull the trigger.

What is he fighting for? What is he holding on, what is he killing, what is he trying to survive? Where is God now? Isn't God supposed to save the world and love the world? Didn't God send Jesus to bear the pain and suffering of mankind? Then why is this woman lying here, why is that baby lying here, why is their fragile life gradually dissipating, why are so innocent people dying? How did God choose, why did those people die, and why is he still alive?

Why?

The woman noticed the gun hanging down, reopened her eyes, and then saw Eugene's deep eyes, a painful struggle in the bottom of the eyes, and she lowered her right hand in disappointment, looking at Eugene with sadness and despair. Immediately afterward, the woman saw that Eugene's indifferent iceberg-like face slowly softened, and a warm light flickered slightly with pain and suffering.

Eugene exhaled softly, bent down and put the gun aside, then took the woman in his arms, slowly, slowly hugged her head into his chest, the warm breath made the woman show a comfortable expression, and it seemed that the pain was instantly relieved.

Eugene looked down at the blood-stained woman, bitterness danced gently on the tip of his tongue, he couldn't help but raise his right hand, and gently stroked the woman's jaw with his thumb, as if he was caring for his lover, focused and serious, and the stiff facial lines slowly melted away.

The woman stared at the soldiers who were close at hand, the faint light spilled down through the door panels of the wooden house, sparse, the soldiers' eyelashes like butterfly wings hid the real emotions in her eyes, she could only glimpse a corner, but the fragile soul was slowly, slowly falling apart, as if she had witnessed the collapse of the whole world, magnificent and magnificent, watching kindness, innocence, simplicity, friendliness, Little by little, the sincere soul is withdrawn from its vitality, and the firmness of faith gradually dissipates, gradually fading from the soft gold to all colors, and for a moment it takes one's breath away.

The woman couldn't help but raise her left hand, patted Eugene's arm weakly, and closed her eyes with difficulty, absorbing that faint warmth.

Looking at the life in his arms that would shatter at the slightest touch, Eugene couldn't bear to close his eyes, completely covering the glittering water in his eyes, and the refracted light in the corners of his eyes was extinguished in a blink of an eye, as if it was the last trace of mercy and mercy from God. Then Eugene took the woman into his arms, pressed his chin against the woman's forehead, and let out a soft, gentle breath, lest he wake up the sleeping angel.

Thus the women fell asleep forever, and God forsaken them forever.