That's how they chose, so there is no such thing as innocence and pity for terrorists, even if they are forced, used, and misled, they are wrong, and this mistake must be corrected and repaid with their lives.

Without other options, they are like ungoverned beasts that will destroy and kill at will.

This is a felony that we will never allow and cannot forgive.

"Commissioner Mira, you should give them a chance, if they are willing to release them, it will reduce a lot of casualties, and the civilians involved are innocent."

"Civilians, huh? I understand, I'll try to communicate with them, and Commissioner Mira, you seem to be not far from the place where the crime occurred, is it sure that it is Yang Yongxin who committed the crime this time?"

"Almost certain."

"Looks like we're in big trouble, Yang Yongxin? It doesn't look like it's that simple."

"Commissioner Shilong—what do you mean by that?"

"It's a big problem, Commissioner Mira, it looks like we don't need to prepare for battle, and the rest is not something we can control. We can't say the same, it's something we want to control, but we can't do."

"Can't control it? Why can't we control it?"

To be able to get the committee members to say this, it seems that this incident is definitely not so simple.

But no matter how complicated it is, it shouldn't have anything to do with us.

We'd better avoid that, and there's no need to continue their conversation.

It's not something we should be involved in either.

I know some terrible secret, and now I worry about my own safety.

The peace system doesn't know what to do — no, it's worried that the peace system will do something to me.

You know, this academy is completely under the control of the peace system, wait a minute, if you think so, don't I need to worry about anything?

The peace system will not do anything harmful to humanity, that's for sure, but if that's really the case, why magnify the uncle terrorist attack here?

The existence of the uncle is definitely a threat, and it stands to reason that the peace system should have ruled it out a long time ago, but the peace system did not do so.

The reason for this is also worth thinking about.

No, what's the use of thinking about that, I'd better go back and think about the person who fell off.

I always felt like I was being hung with a very strange title.

"Let's go out first, let the two committee members continue to talk."

Anyway, I suggested it, and everyone followed me to another room.

At this time, Lin Yinye was unstable.

"Fu Nuan, what happened just now?"

This is a very strange sentence, obviously the person concerned, but don't know what happened?

This incident is really a bit strange, but it doesn't seem to be a problem here.

Even if the peace system wants to interfere, I can understand it.

"Yang Yongxin is protected by the peace system, you have no way to see, hear, or touch, our bodies are all implanted in Sibylla, Sibylla forms a system, and the chip controls our five senses, so that we can't touch what exists."

"This kind of thing? How is that possible, why is this happening."

"Otoba, repeat what I just said."

"Didn't you just tell us that the chip controls our five senses? The scene I just saw was very strange, huge rocks, countless figures, unable to move at all, it was terrifying."

"That's what the peace system does, but I don't know why the peace system protects Yang Yongxin, but for now, we can't do anything about Yang Yongxing."

"But didn't you see him? Does that mean there are loopholes in the peace system?"

I always feel that letting my uncle exist is a loophole - a loophole - a bug?

If there is a bug in the peace system, this is acceptable.

A bug that doesn't have a problem at all.

——

After the Meiji Restoration, Japan's industry grew explosively, but after this growth, it was indeed a full-blown economic depression, and now Japan's streets are full of pedestrians, who do not feel any hope or vitality, and despair, the word fills the whole of Japan.

But even so, there are people who are in a corner and keep crawling forward and want to live.

It was raining in the sky, and Iwamoto, who was in his teens, collapsed in a puddle, and passers-by walked by him indifferently because of the boy's blonde hair, and none of them reached out to help.

Because of the rain, Iwamoto sobered up a lot, wiped his forehead with his wet sleeves, and his already tattered sleeves were stained with a lot of muddy water.

Iwamoto lifted his face from the icy puddle, and it was a gang of five or six Japanese orphans who had attacked him just now, mistaking Iwamoto for an American and rushing over.

In Japan in 1929, there were countless orphans who committed suicide because their parents could not pay their debts.

Poor people too.

But Iwamoto is used to days like this.

It's not the first time he's been attacked by a gang of orphans like this, he lives in a slum in Tokyo, and he's used to seeing violence, but like today, he's beaten so badly, it's the first time, usually, he will only punch so many times, and then steal all the money, and today I don't know what the reason is, he actually gave such a heavy hand.

Iwamoto didn't want to die here, he didn't want to give up here, he knew that if he died here, it would not take more than a minute for a cleaner to come and collect his body, and the non-cleaner should find it very troublesome, maybe they would throw me, the cats, dogs, and crows into the garbage mountain and take them to the incinerator in the suburbs to be burned to ashes.

I want to live well, this is Iwamoto's mother, who told Iwamoto before she was stabbed to death by a drunk, and it was for this sentence that Iwamoto lived to this day.

Iwamoto shook his head, got back to his feet, and walked towards his place of residence step by step.

Fortunately, he only suffered skin wounds, and did not break two or three bones.

Holding his aching head with one hand, Iwamoto held his empty stomach and crossed the narrow stone-paved road, which was littered with rotting vegetables, house garbage, horse manure, and horse urine because of its proximity to the slums. On the side of the road, people who had never been born to bathe, drinking liquor in clothes they had never washed, and mouths that smelled of alcohol were talking to each other with their mouths open, which had never been brushed since birth.

On the road filled with all kinds of body odors, sometimes black and filthy things fell from the sky and splashed out, which were the contents of the dirt buckets that had fallen from the windows of people's houses.

(End of chapter)