What was he doing just now?

By the way, he remembered that he seemed to be on the boundless frozen ground, trying in every possible way to get close to the fortress behind the blizzard. The gun in his grip was still warm, and he could still clearly see the targets in front of him, those who were trying to stop him.

The war is not over yet, it is almost over, they are obviously already in the city, and they can reach out and touch the reverse wall of the hollow city, but why......

Well, forget it, even if he wins anyway, he won't feel joy, right?

And then my consciousness is turned off like I have turned off the TV, and it is turned on as if I was having fun, and maybe this is God playing a joke. What appeared in front of me again was no longer frozen ground, but a small bathroom, with a toothbrush in his hand, staring blankly at the mirror above the wash basin.

Terrible dull yellow hair, fluffy and messy, small slit eyes that seem to squint all the time haha, clean and smooth face, only a chin with one or two surprisingly long beards.

What the hell, this way. He thought, holding up his left hand and clutching his face. It's too bad to look good, and you can't take care of it.

What's more, it's not your own face. It's not yourself.

I didn't feel surprised that I accepted this fact as a matter of course, as if I knew in advance that this would happen. Truth and hypocrisy are not worth considering, and there are doubts as thin as a veil in his heart, and he continues to carry out the actions he should do.

After washing up, after some rough care, he finally looked a little more decent. At least a passing standard. He put on a set of clothes he had prepared, put on a shoulder bag, stepped into his loafers and hurried out.

He didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do. Maybe it was the original memory of the body that drove him to a certain place, and it was wrong to say that the body acted without permission, and it should be that he was doing what he was supposed to do for no reason.

At the entrance to the market, there is a statue of a black angel preserved in artwork, holding hands as if praying to the heavens. He waited here, bored by the overcrowded and empty market, and he looked up, trying to figure out where he was.

Oh, yes, that's what the inside of the reverse barrier looks like.

A girl called out a name, it wasn't his name, but he knew it was calling him. He looked back at the person who had called him, smiling and pronouncing her name.

The girl played with her long hair, nervously pushed her round-rimmed glasses, jumped up in a small step, and grabbed her arm.

He immediately understood, remembering that he saw himself in the mirror was a few years younger than his original self, and maybe even a minor.

The places I went to and the things I experienced were all decent, just like thousands of people in pairs. It seems that someone pressed the button to fast-forward the cassette, and he felt that he had indeed experienced it, but it was like watching a marquee, and it was regrettablely fast.

At the end of the day, they could not see the sunset, because the sun could not be seen here.

He was about to leave, and the girl grabbed the corner of his clothes. He turned around, and the girl looked up at him.

"Give it back to me, give it back to me. ”

The thread that had drawn him to him snapped at this moment, and he suddenly understood, and took two steps backwards in disbelief. Looking down at his hands, there was nothing, let alone blood. He looked up in a panic, and the girl was gone.

He remembered that he still had somewhere to go, somewhere to go. Hopping on an empty bus and breaking into a night-covered apartment, he meets a second person. For older women, he should call her mother.

A glamorous dinner, a warm room, a harmonious conversation between two people, and a fear for one person.

After enjoying this delicious family dinner, his fears still happened. No, it's bound to happen.

"Give it back to me, give it back to me. ”

The last thread snapped, and the body no longer seemed to be being pulled and confined any longer. He got up and rushed out the door, running as hard as he could, not knowing where to go, just running blindly.

Run, run as hard as you can, and don't stop to catch your breath until you're exhausted. Looking back, he laughed at him at the road that he thought had collapsed, keeping its original appearance, but the confusion of reality forced him to run again.

What a joke, this man. He gritted his teeth and ran, unsatisfied. Who doesn't want to live like this, bastard.

Or can anyone live like this?

He wants it too, she wants it too, everyone is good, everyone wants it. He doesn't want to destroy everything in others for the sake of his own survival, for the stability he longs for, the love he longs for, the so-called happiness. But what can he do? If he doesn't, he'll be the one who will be abandoned.

No one can guarantee it, and no one is willing to be the destroyer or the destroyed, and people shed blood and tears to make a mess of each other.

He grew disgusted and wanted to give up, but he didn't know how to let go.

Everything in his body is not destroyed, it is still there intact. Questioning words echoed in my heart.

Really, I know, I'll give up, if I'm a dead body, just do it.

Give it back to you!, he shouted, from the depths of his heart. I'll give it back to you!

Consciousness is like a television set, which is turned off in a flash.

The cold invaded the whole body, and it was probably the soul that jumped back to the battlefield of the frozen ground, accepting the fact that the body was about to die.

Water droplets dripped on his face, and he heard the sound of crying, more than one or two people. In the end, there is no way to know what woke him up.

The eyes were opened, shaken by what they saw. She's crying, and there's no joy or sorrow...... People, crying.

Not only her, but the sad cries around her have long been gathered together, the heartfelt words of the newborn baby when it falls to the ground, and the pleading that confides in each other, and the gratitude that embraces the same complicated feelings.

In this way, he breathed a sigh of relief, it was over, no one was willing to pick up a gun anymore.

"Sir...... Why ......" Wendy said choked up, "why ......"

Frost slowly straightened up his upper body, and his mask spat out white mist and rose into the air.

Strange to say, he was very grateful for her crying, because it confirmed what he had always believed from the beginning of the meeting, and confirmed that his ideas had always been correct. He sincerely felt that it was great that she could cry.

"It hurts...... tears fell on the snow, forming ice crystals, "it hurts, Sir Frost...... The place where the heart hurts......"

Frost stretched out his frozen hands and hugged her gently.

He himself had already been in pain all over his body, blocking his throat when he wanted to make a sound, but even so, he wanted to comfort her with gentle words and tell her.

It's all right.

He was silent and said.