"See you again. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】”

"Do you know me?"

"Yes, we've met a few times."

"I see. But my story, you may not be clear. This matter has been haunting me, and I can't get rid of it. No, I beg you to listen to me, although I have a clear conscience about the whole thing, I still want to talk to someone. Otherwise, I would have been eaten by her. ”

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In retrospect, it should start with the end of the First Sino-Japanese War. On November 4th, I remember very well, there was a big air raid that completely changed my life. You know, I'm not a soldier, I'm just an ordinary person. It seems to me that this war has nothing to do with me, and the missiles launched by enemy planes have always been aimed at factories and the like, which has always been accurate. So, it doesn't matter how they blow up.

This kind of big personality is not what I want, and I can't help it, but there is nothing in this world that makes me feel big.

It's ridiculous to say that I didn't even know my dad's name before. When I was a child, my mother used to say that he was a racing machine racer, a frequent champion, and a god of racing, but then he died in an accident during the race. Actually, I know he just dumped my mom. As for my mother, it didn't get much better, and she never came back after going out to buy groceries under the pretext of two years ago, leaving my sister and me behind.

In order to survive, I dropped out of school early to work part-time, and I did everything. Although I am tired, I am content every time I go home and see my sister's smiling face. By the way, I haven't introduced you to my sister yet. Actually, I don't know if she is my own sister, but I remember that one morning when I was a child, my mother came back from work in Feitian, holding a small bag in her left hand and a dirty little girl in her right hand, saying that it was my sister. Later, my mother ran away, and it became my responsibility to take care of her.

She is an obedient and obedient girl, with bright eyes, always with a shy expression, and does not like to talk to people. I worked outside the home to earn money, support the family, and send her to school. Those in the neighborhood who opened shops at home knew about my family's situation, so they rushed to hire me, thinking that I must be a reliable person. Although life is not rich, it is gradually getting better, I usually have no worries, and my brain is idle. There were a few times when I had the idea to go to my dad. Later, I actually went and brought my sister with me, but there was no news. To be honest, it's not that I want to ask him for money, but the days are too boring, and I want to try to break through, maybe really as my mother said, and I also have the blood of a champion in my body.

The dullness did not last long, and on November 4, the evil spirit arrived.

It was about five o'clock in the morning, the enemy began to prepare for fire, and the first round of air strikes, as usual, was concentrated in the industrial area north of the city, and no one paid attention. But without warning, I felt a jolt under my feet, and the whole ground sank, and then the house collapsed. In just about ten seconds, everything in front of me was shaken into the air, broken wooden pillars, torn door frames, broken flower pots, ripped bicycles apart, and the neighbor's dog, as if they had been stirred together by a giant mixer, flesh and steel tangled with each other. Our house was an old wooden house, and it was shaken apart at that time, and the debris fell down like raindrops. I ran as hard as I could, or rather climbed up. The whole area of our house is sinking, and you may have heard that it has now sunk to the surface of the water, in the Feitian flooded area.

I barely managed to crawl out, and the subsidence stopped for a while. The place where I live has been changed beyond recognition, and there are big pitfalls everywhere. As for me, I was so frightened that I collapsed beside the ruins. There was smoke and dust billowing all around, and I couldn't see anything, only cries and screams, and the girl's screams pierced my eardrums. It took me a moment before I realized it was my sister's voice. I cried and rushed back to the collapsed house, but there was smoke everywhere, and all I could see was debris and broken wood beneath my feet. I was crazy and lay on the ground looking for it, and suddenly, there seemed to be a pale thing squirming in front of me, and I immediately rushed up and grabbed it, only to realize that it was my sister's hand.

She was crushed under the collapsed pillar, her expression was painful, her face was all white and gray, only the eyes were still so bright. My face was full of tears squeezed out from the severe pain, tears mixed with mud and flowing down, and the look scared me. Her lower body and legs were completely buried in the rubble, and I could only see her face, as well as her left shoulder and arm. I tried to pull her, but to no avail, I tried to lift the wooden pillar, but the wreckage was all pressed on it, and I couldn't lift it at all. I kept comforting her, giving her encouragement, and making sure to persevere. Although I couldn't do anything, I tried to get rid of the clutter next to me and told her not to give up hope.

My sister looked very uncomfortable, and her jaw was shaking. She cried and begged me to save her in a weak voice. "I was in a lot of pain, it really hurt." "Hurry up, help me." Gradually, the flush on her face began to fade, and the fingers of her left hand, which stretched out of the ruins, were covered in blood. She struggled to dig a pathway, and her nails were lifted.

I stared at her blankly, unable to do anything but keep comforting her.

Unconsciously, there was a burning smell in the air, the temperature was rising, and the skin was burning. This was followed by a continuous burst of explosions, and a fire broke out in the ruins of the neighbor's house. In the choking black smoke, sparks flew everywhere. The fire spread rapidly through the ruins, making a terrible crackling sound, and burned in front of his eyes.

In this case, I just grabbed my sister's hand and tried everything to get her out. But to no avail, she was completely suppressed and couldn't pull at all. I knelt in front of her and began to cry aloud. Her breath was faint in my ears, but she kept begging me to save her. She was expressionless, her eyes were wide open, staring at me tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks, mixed with blood, and she looked terrible.

I cried and called her name out loud. The fire had already burned, the smoke was billowing out, nothing could be seen around, and the escape route next to it was soon blocked by the fire. My nose and mouth were full of soot, choking me and burning my chest.

Bright and blinding flames burst out and began to consume her.

She was to be burned alive in agony.

I still held her bloodied hand, and heard her calling my name and begging me to save her.

It was all over, and I cried. She is my most precious person, I must not let her suffer such pain, I must not let her be burned alive in despair, absolutely not, it is my responsibility. I grabbed her arm, picked up a brick with my right hand, held it high, and smashed it on her head, one after the other. Her hand was still holding me tightly, and I couldn't stop myself at all, just shouting her name while repeatedly hitting her head with a tile.

I don't know how long it took, but I came out like a dead body, and I was the only one who survived, and the whole area was completely flattened, and there was fire and smoke everywhere. Home has become a place I don't even know. I fled to the square, sat down, and stared blankly until evening. The night was fiery red, and the sky-high flames burned the whole sky. Later, I learned that the terrible fire in the sky had destroyed the entire Tokyo Bay area, and my family was only affected. That day was the first time that the Whooping Day had lost control, and everything I had was gone.

"I killed the person I hold most dear with my own hands, and I came to save her. I would never let her suffer such pain and burn her alive, and I wanted to send her away with my own hands. ”

During that time, I couldn't get out of my grief and heart, and I just cried every day. The surviving neighbors would come to comfort me, and even weep with me, because they all knew about my sister and usually came to enlighten me, and I was somewhat relieved. However, I didn't dare to reveal the matter of killing my sister to others at all.

I will never forget my sister's round eyes, and I can't forget her voice begging me. I don't know how long it took, but after the Hundred Days Ghost got out of control, the First Sino-Japanese War turned into a stage of peace talks. Neighbors began to think about rebuilding. The least affected area was the area around Tokita Shinchi, which was quickly recovered. My neighbors were still willing to hire me, but I couldn't lift my spirits anymore.

In the days after the war, Tokita Shinchi was taken over by the Owari Gumi. In order to escape my memory, I decided to join the club. The Owari group is not as hateful as I used to think, on the contrary, they have done a good job of maintaining order in re-establishing order, and in my opinion, even better than the military district. After the war, the Owari gumi recruited many young people like me, who had no relatives around them, as the main force of the club. I did a good job, and I was even a little proud, risking my life to do the resettlement of refugees at the port and the guarantee of rescue routes. Perhaps, I have a little bit of atonement in my heart.

One day, I was approached by the members of the community, and they found out my father's identity. My dad was a racing driver, and as my mom told me, he was on the list a few times. He did die, but not in the arena, but on the battlefield in the first year of the first year after abandoning my mother for many years. This information made the Owari gumi think I was useful, and sent me and a few other young people to the Black Flying Tournament in Shintoto, to train us, get results, and make money.

My life path is finally on the right track, I was born to belong to the sky and speed. In simulators, trainers, and even full-fledged racing machines, I've learned quickly and achieved great results. The Owari group also took advantage of my dad's identity and began to hype it up.

Just as I was about to enter the arena, for some reason, I felt an inexplicable panic and panic, the test flight results were very unstable, and sometimes I couldn't even hear the instructions clearly.

There seemed to be a secret buried in my mind, but I couldn't think of it.

What the hell do I know, what the hell is the secret.

What the hell happened that day.

My sister's face appeared in front of her again, white and bloodless, expressionless, and her eyes were wide open, black, endlessly black, like two huge black holes, separated on her cheeks. She approached me and whispered to me, "Stop. ”

She's back.

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