The next day, at noon.

"Get out of here, you filthy stinky beggar!" the restaurateur waved his ordering board like a fly away, "You should be looking for something in the trash can, not in my shop! Hell, you're dirty with the air here."

The little girl bit her lip "I have money, I'm not here to beg, I'm ······ ！”

"Get out of here, or I'll kill you!" the restaurant owner kicked the little girl out the door, and then ordered the waitress, "If you let me see her again, you won't have to do it!"

The waiter glared at the little girl viciously and picked up the broom that had been placed in the doorway.

The little girl turned and ran, crying as she ran.

"Bump!" the little girl who didn't look at the road collided with a man in a suit and leather shoes.

"What a bad luck!" the man cursed, and quickly slapped the place where he had been hit.

The little girl fell to the ground, and the gold coins rolled out due to inertia.

The man quickly leaned over and picked up the gold coin on the ground and walked away quickly.

The little girl exclaimed, "That's my money!"

The man turned a deaf ear to the little girl's cry and strode away with a meteor.

The little girl tried to get up and chase after her, but the man had already disappeared into the crowd.

"Where did the beggars come from?" "It stinks!" "What are the patrols doing?" Beggars like this should be thrown out of the city and left to fend for themselves in the wilderness!" "Eh, this is still a child, let's accumulate virtue in my mouth" "I'm going to call the patrol" "It's too much of an eyesore" "Disgusting" "My good mood has been ruined" "I'm really unlucky today!"

The little girl looked at the people who came and went, and their eyes were like sharp knives stuck in her body.

The little girl lowered her head and stumbled into an alley.

When Scarlet saw the little girl again, she had closed her eyes forever. The gold coins given to her not only did not help her tide over the difficulties, but even brought her ruin.

The killer could be a homeless man on a street corner, a robber, or another child······

Looking at the little girl's corpse, Scarlet had mixed feelings for a while.

The truth that the husband is not guilty and guilty is actually very simple.

Yes, little girls are stupid, stupid, and wasteful.

Even if she didn't have Scarlet, she wouldn't live long.

The appearance of Scarlet only hastened her death.

Scarlet's kindness, his grateful repayment, became an accelerant for the little girl's death.

On the ice field, it is forbidden to feed hungry polar bears. Because when polar bears begin to trust humans, they encounter greater dangers.

It is forbidden to feed stray cats and dogs in the city, which will only allow them to congregate more in crowded areas, thus speeding up their death.

Huge wealth not only does not improve the lives of the poor, but even kills them.

So, did Scarlet do it wrong?

Wrong, yes.

A bowl of water under the scorching sun, a handful of horses when walking, a bite of food in a famine, a torn cotton jacket in winter, a shout at the last moment······ It's all an opportunity to save people.

But if you can't help people to the end, send the Buddha to the west. Redemption will also become a claw urging life.

Sudden kindness is more terrible than indifference.

After drinking water, he still can't climb out of the endless desert, he can't make a comeback when he pulls a handful, a bite of food when he is hungry is useless, his torn cotton jacket for three or nine days still can't resist the biting cold, and his shouts still can't stop the approach of death······

The ghosts and gods who bear the name of hope have caused the annihilation of hope with their own hands.

Is there anything more sad than that?

It's like a doctor who saves lives and helps the wounded kills, a police officer who enforces justice becomes a crime, and a public servant of the people rides on the head of the people······

In the darkness, the extremely black beast and the scarlet face looked at each other.

"Hope of Destruction" looked at her hand, "Obviously I don't want to, but why ······"

The Extremely Black Behemoth was silent.

Three times, Scarlet helped the girl three times, roast chicken, bread, coins. Not only did it not help the girl in the slightest, but the last coin even became an accelerant for her death.

Is bad luck contagious? Or is it all a disservice to help if you are scarlet?

Scarlet is very unhappy now - useless for herself.

"It's amazing~" The intoxicating tone like a D-flat tone rattles in my ears like a demon's whisper.

A sticky, fishy, icy cold wind swept by.

The black serpent that peeked out of the fluff around the neck of the black beast slowly climbed above the head of the giant beast.

The scarlet snake swallowed, and the black snake slowly lowered its head, and the bronze bell-like snake eyes and scarlet stared at each other.

"There is a better way to help her, but you don't have a choice" "How many more people will you kill because of your willfulness?", "You are so enthusiastic about your power that you forget what else you have" "You believe that power is omnipotent, but you don't forget that your own strength is far from enough" "What are you thinking?Who do you think you are?" "Do you want to be a good person?" "Do you think you can be a good person?" "In the name of hope, do you see yourself as a savior?" "Where does your self-confidence come from?" "Are you stupid?" "You want to save people, but you turn out to be harmful" "Do you call this giving hope?" "What is it in your head, is it mush?" "Do you really want to save her?" "Do you really care about other lives?" "You ······"

Scarlet was about to get angry, and put a hand on his face.

"Angry at your incompetence?" a familiar female voice surrounded her ears, "why am I always unsatisfactory? Why am I always doing bad things with good intentions? Why am I so indifferent? Why am I so lazy? Why am I so unbearable? Why am I so powerful, but yet so useless?"

Scarlet was embraced in her arms, her low body temperature, and her seductive tone all showed her identity.

Black Snake Witch, Medusa.

Scarlet turned her head and looked at Medusa at a forty-degree angle in the new house.

His expression was unfamiliar, and indifferent.

"I think you should know that I don't like to show my weakness - especially in front of you" Scarlet's voice was soft, but firm.

The pale golden vertical pupils shone with a playful luster.

"You're such a contradictory guy - you didn't ask us for help when you were in a catastrophe. When you lost all your strength, you still did not show weakness to us. Even in the face of death, you still retain your superfluous persistence and dignity. My master······" Medusa held Scarlet's cheeks, her legs clinging to Scarlet's body like vines wrapped around a tree, "To achieve your goals, you can kneel in front of your enemies, even if you lose face." You can bear the burden of insults from others, even if they are slandered for nothing. But you don't want to rely on us, and your servants are more than willing to lend you a hand—is it more difficult to accept to be prostrate in front of your own women than to be a grandson?"

Medusa leaned close to Scarlet's ear, "Or do you need us to ask for help?"

It's like this - please, let me help you~"

Scarlet suddenly swung his arm, but his fist was almost to Medusa's face and then dropped suddenly.

Scarlet put down his hand hatefully, "Don't think I dare not beat you"

"Hum hum hum, hahahaha·······" Medusa let go of Scarlet, and her unbridled laughter echoed in the darkness, "Beat me?"

Medusa stretched her arms, "You know that my soul clone is dormant in your soul origin. You know that even if you are separated, everything you do will be seen by me. You know that I can give you advice anytime, anywhere. You know that at your command, your servants will pass through the gates and reach you. So—how many more people do you want to kill because of your stupidity?"

"I'm not!" Scarlet retorted.

"I don't kill Bole Bole but he died because of me, how many times do you want to experience this kind of story? Is the taste of losing so addictive? Is it a thing to be happy to be crushed by other people's IQs? Is it so happy to be a pawn in the hands of others and a spear blade to be someone else's gun? "I don't! I ······· it."

The pale golden snake pupils revealed a deep mockery, and the adult form Medusa crossed her waist with one hand, looking at Scarlet condescendingly, "So, your answer is?"

After a long silence, a voice like a mosquito and a fly came.

"Medusa, help me"