Chapter 39, Fault

"Why, why, why?"

"Don't, don't, don't!"

Looking through the frame, the girl was like a mad beast, holding the blood-stained girl in her arms and roaring like crazy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

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It was a girl with long black hair and blue eyes that are characteristic of Caucasians, and cheeks that are unique to half-breed people. The crutches stood beside him like a tombstone. At the end of the long hair, the shiny brass bell that was played with made a final soft sound as the girl fell. Bright red blood stained the girl's long skirt, and the lion mask on her face was as full of mournful majesty as ever. However, judging by the satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, he must not regret it.

back

The crazy beast-like girl has a prominent bow on her back, and from the back of the girl, you can just see the hideous and smug smile of the bald man. Behind the bald head, the woman in the military uniform looked at the abandoned tall boy next to the girl with a pity look.

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Katyusha Red, who was almost killed and injured by a round of spot shooting by a girl, except for Oita who has been ejected by the system due to fatal injuries. The few remaining team members, dragging their equally bloody bodies, leaned on the bookshelves, looking at the girls who had gone crazy with sympathy and hatred.

Left

Andre, the only intact person on the field, looked at everything indifferently and indifferently, but Avril behind Andre looked at Yi Duyan, whose legs were shattered and fell to his knees in a coma, as well as various corpses lying on the ground like a pile of dead people.

......

"Why? ”

In the frame, I, like a split personality, shouted at the piano as the cloaked man snarled as he played a satirical lament—the piano music of the sleeping cradle, and the man growled. No, probably, it was the same longing to the person, the boy, the he, thirsting for blame, and expecting pity.

"Isn't it because of you?"

Like a tune, the man's words were echoed with a high voice. I responded as if I had imagined, simple, I expected, words like a question.

I

My cheeks were smiling. A wanton, sweet, sad smile like before. However, there is a hint of joy in my heart, just like a child who has done something wrong, although he is afraid of being scolded. However, being blamed means that everything is in the past.

Just like a lovelorn person, with pain, contain pain.

But

Is it because of my fault again? No, it's probably this stupid woman who blocked the gun for me.

Like a single-frame projection of an old-fashioned movie, the past is withdrawn from the body, and in the spherical space, a place that I once cherished so much appeared.

"Here?"

The man asked, standing with me outside this quaint, discreet, ornate castle-like house.

.....

7 years old.

Most of the people who have families, at this age, probably, most people are in a happy childhood.

Happiness, joy, and peace!

But, 7 years old, that's the age when I was abandoned.

I was born into a small family that prides itself on its white ancestry in this racially mixed capital, although it has a history of more than 100 years. But the few people in the family are just white-collar workers in the company, my father is, and so is my mother.

However, I have always thought that it was a happy family, I used to think so, and I think so now, probably.

When I was 6 years old, my mother left me, my father, this home, and my dreams.

I prayed for my mother to see me in my dreams,

I would see my mother in my dreams every day.

"Lina, Mom went to a far away place. ”

That's what my father told me at the time.

That's right, that's what my father told me.

In this study, which was full of trophies, medals, honors, and books, my father sat in a swivel chair covered with a tiger skin, touched my head and said.

.....

"It was lovely, when I was a kid. ”

The guy who had seen the ending, the man, he praised it like that, he praised it like that.

......

After my mother left, I became a person.

No one is dressing me up, no one is making my favorite cake for me.

No one is saying to me, Lina, be obedient.

My father was always busy with his career,

All three of my meals were taken care of by a hired nanny.

At school, even children from families who are not as good as me will look at me with sympathy, pity, and the same eyes as if they were looking at a reservoir dog.

I'm sorry,

It's my fault!

Every time the school bus picks up and drops off the teacher, he will face me with a sunny smile, I will be the first to get on the bus, I will be the first to get off the bus.

Because, no one wants to go home together, even the path that only has one stop.

"That child is a single-parent family, don't play with her, you'll be spoiled. ”

That's what other kids say, that's what other kids' parents say, and so do teachers.

Sorry,

It's my fault!

So, my father, who seemed to have discovered my predicament, said to me with a happy, excited, and happy expression.

"It's okay, Dad and Lina are moving out soon, Dad has found a new mother for Lina. ”

In this way, my father and I left the city, the city where my mother was, the city that my father was familiar with, and the city that was like a yoke to my father.

I have a new home, a new mom, and a sister.

It was an older sister who was about 3 years older than me, and I still remember that on the first day we met, my sister looked at me with hateful eyes.

Ah, it's my fault again.

Dad said, that's my sister. My sister has a face that is almost 80% similar to mine, no, it's that my face is 80% similar to my sister. There is almost no doubt that if I grow up, I must be as beautiful as that sister. However, I don't have beautiful blonde hair like my sister and blue eyes that are as attractive as my sister.

yes, I'm just a half-breed.

Finally, Dad ushered in a grand wedding, and the new mother is so beautiful.

Otherwise, Dad wouldn't be so happy to kiss the new mother,

Otherwise, Dad wouldn't have cut the white and huge cake with his new mother in tears.

Adults are boasting to me and my sister.

Boasting of the skirts on our bodies, boasting of our well-behavedness, boasting of our mothers who dress us up like this.

But

However, it was my mother who made me a good baby, and it was my mother who made me such a charming dress.

And not her.

Why, I lost my home with my mother.

However, everyone sincerely blessed him like that.

"Since you have remarried, you have to treat her well. ”

"The prodigal son does not change his money, this time, it is really good. ”

Why?

It must be my fault again, because I'm dreaming of being with my mom and dad.

Because I have the luxury of thinking that there are happy fairy tales in this world.

That's right, all of this must be because of my fault, so I lost my home and my mother, and my father was happy.

If I hadn't been born, it wouldn't have been.

When I was 7 years old, I played with my sister and my parents in the amusement park. I try to be a good boy, and I try to maintain a big smile.

I must not shed even a single tear,

Because it would be my fault!

But

"The Ferris wheel can't do so many people, Lina can make one herself. ”

Dad said to me with a smile, happily to me, as if he had let go.

Maybe I know, I know sitting behind them, I know when I watch them leave in a panic inside the Ferris wheel.

However, his throat could not make any sound, and the tears could not be stopped.

Why, it's all my fault.

......

"I'm sorry. ”

That guy, that guy, he said that to me. He seemed to apologize to me without the slightest sympathy, without the slightest contempt. Except for the eldest sister and the same kind. No one who stands in the light looks at me like this. But an unspeakable humiliation welled up in my heart.

He is actually no different from those people, just like those who have their own happy families, and they look at me from God's point of view.

If it was to win sympathy, I would probably make this scene more tearful. But, that's it, it's time for this farce to end.

"But you're just scared, afraid of being betrayed again by the very being of your family. ”

"No, I, I'm not like you, don't think you know what I'm ordering and just fart and bark there. ”

.......

clearly

You're the one who got me to where I am today.

Three years ago, the eldest sister changed.

At the beginning, the so-called candy factory was just a simple mafia with the eldest sister as the core. In order to survive, we have learned to use strength, guns, and bodies in the face of the pressure of survival. Only these things that can be used as weapons, reality has been taught to us without hesitation.

However, three years ago, the eldest sister who came back from a certain battle changed, became merciful, became more hypocritical than before, and the eldest sister no longer called us subordinates, but, family.

But I'm different from them.

Although they shouted that they were fighting for their partners, for survival, for the protection of their families. However, in the face of interests, rebellion and betrayal exist unreservedly in the family. Originally, whenever that time, the eldest sister would implement the family law, iron-blooded, cold-blooded, and mercilessly.

The name is for the family members who were injured or died due to betrayal, a ridiculous and pitiful reason, although I don't agree, but the iron-blooded and proud figure of the eldest sister has always been longed for by me.

Powerful, beautiful, iron-blooded, cold-blooded, hot-blooded, dominant.

Unlike those cowardly, greedy, so-called family members.

Unlike those who claim to be family members,

It's completely different from those, from those who are gentle without permission.

However, everything is gone.

he

He was the same way, three years ago, he was originally strong and determined. I was so weak three years ago, yes, I'm not like them. No, they're not like me, they're not like me, I'm going to shoot anyone in order to survive, to be alive. From the time I gained power from reality without permission, I became different from them.

I don't believe in the so-called affection, the so-called family, the so-called ..... Fetters!

......

"I said, are you mistaken?"

"Ugh. ”

"You are only a part of this sad reality. The most important thing is that you are no different from them, from me, and from the girl who lies down for you. ”

The guy, the guy, he sat in front of the piano with his hands off the keys. Tilting his head full of mockery on the piano bench with his legs crossed and shrouded in a black hood.

"Damn reality isn't a fantasy novel, though!"

"However, whether it is the protagonist of a fantasy novel, or a supporting character. Whether it's for survival, or for the strongest, or for eternal life. ”

"You, me, them. There is no difference between them and the protagonists of those fantasy novels. ”

"We are just murderers who trample on life after finding strength. ”

Murderers, murderers who trample on life.

The guy said this without hesitation, loudly, powerfully, strongly, and without regret.

We are murderers.

It is no different from the main characters in fantasy novels, and there is a rancid smell in the body that can be smelled by the same kind, and only after trampling on the lives of others for any reason.

A smell more pronounced than the smell of the gutters in the sewers, the eerie, disgusting rancid smell that follows the decay of life.

"No, I, I'm different from you, I, I'm ....."

"Don't you understand? There's nothing different here. You are not like this because you are the most pathetic. You're half-blooded, your family is in disgrace, your mother and father have abandoned you. In the end, the only person who trusts you dies under your distrust. ”

"You know very well, don't you, you know that the bald man is aiming at your pistol, you know very well, don't you, that kid will never leave you alone, you are not being saved, but another murder. ”

"Who do you think is the author of all this, all of this, this farce?"

"It's you, it's all because of you! it's all your fault. ”

"It's your fault that your parents divorced, it's your fault that you were abandoned, and all the humiliation you suffered is your fault. ”

"It's like everybody would say. ”

"No way, that's the reality. ”

"You can't change it, you can't do it, it's useless, aren't you just running away again and again, watching the people around you fall again and again, proving it again and again. “

"You've got to be weak!"

"Escape, escape, escape, escape???"

"Error, Error, Error, Error!!!"

"Fate, bad luck, chance, that doesn't exist, oh, in this world, everything is inevitable. What do you think has made you escape until now, what do you think caused your mistakes, it's you, it's yourself!"

"If you're strong enough, everything will change!"

......

"Sister?"

"It's all because of your fault that Dad left us, and it's all your fault for fornicating with other women. ”

"Not really. ”

"Mom?"

"If you weren't born, I, and I wouldn't have to leave, it's all your fault. ”

"No!!"

"Big, big, big sister. Don't, don't, don't, I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't know!"

"If it weren't for you, the family wouldn't have been torn apart, it's all your ......"

"No, it's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's wrong, it's wrong, it's not, it's not me!!"

.....

"If you're strong enough, everything will change!"

......

"You, give me, give me strength, whether you are the god of death, the king, the demon, give me, give me strength. ”

"Hey, are you going to sell your soul to a demon?"

"It's not a betrayal, it's a request, family, right! Help, help me?"

"Is this really, even if you're still doing it wrong?"

"No, I'm not wrong, you're not wrong, he's not wrong, everyone is wrong, the world, there's nothing wrong!"

"If, if anything, is wrong, it must be, this hateful fate, damn distorted reality, what is wrong, the human heart that has been distorted by this civilization created by mankind itself!"

"yes, I'm going to die. ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

"You're going to lose the most important people. ”

"Already, no. ”

"In that case..."

The guy, the guy, he, the boy, or Yi Duyan, walked up to me from the piano..........

......

"Ah, it's sad enough, but it's time for the curtain to end. ”

In front of the booth, the bald girl who looked at the crying and kept sifting raised the gun in her hand again, with a smile, and said excitedly to everyone in the audience like an orator.

"Twitter is dead, are you in heat? ”

A girl who sways around, as if she will fall down at any moment. With a look of disdain, a look of disdain, and a deep disdain, his right hand crossed the left cheek of his face with a sword finger movement.

"Good, good, kill you!"

Like an enraged beast, the bald face was only distorted.

"Kill, kill, kill, laugh dead, scum!"

"Give it all and kill her. ”

With the bald head's order, bullets, rocket launchers, grenades, and weapons that could be seen bombarded towards the girl like a river that could only pour.

"You're weak, you guys. ”

The smoke cleared, and there was not even a single corner of the clothes in sight, except for the ground where the holes had been left. Beside Andre, Lina, who handed over the girl who was shot to Avril to take care of, said in an indifferent tone.

"You half-breed dog, kill you, ah...."

The bald head, which jumped on the spot and left a huge hole in the ground, slashed at Lina with a horn scimitar.

"When despair has become a reality, we use our last conscience as a spear to shatter the ridiculous reality. ”

With Lina's surprising chanting-like words, a black ↑-shaped symbol appeared on Lina's cheek. The moment the bald man's scimitar was about to slash Lina's head, it was like a flying coin, and he reached out and bounced the bald man away, and the powerful blast exploded in front of Lina and Andre. On the wall opposite Lina, only a puddle of flesh was left.

"The second method of black veins, the hegemony of despair. ”