"Click."

The snowmobile drove slowly down the road, its tracks making a slight noise as it ran over the uneven surface.

Liz sat on the armrest of the carriage with her legs dangled, letting the cold wind blow in her braids.

Al sat back in the carriage, wiping his rifle in his arms.

Although there were no bullets in the gun, what happened last time made the girl understand that sometimes deterrence is always necessary. Even if it's just pretending to be tough, it's better than doing nothing.

Yanagihara sat in the driver's seat, and from time to time he could feel the eyes of the houses on both sides of the house secretly looking at them.

Obviously, there is a high concentration of refugees in this neighborhood.

However, this is also to be expected, because the street in front of you was once a commercial area, and there are many remnants of buildings and underground facilities. It's not hard to understand why refugees would gather here.

But even so, there was no superfluous sound in the streets, except for the sound of the cold wind.

It's as if everyone was silent, silently waiting for disaster to strike.

Today's wind is a bit strong, whistling in people's ears, mixed with light snow, filling the streets.

But Liz suddenly sat in the car and stretched and complained.

"It's so quiet."

Then, as if she had thought of something, she took out her mobile phone and said with a grin on the corner of her mouth.

"Let's make some noise."

When the words fell, the girl turned up the volume of her mobile phone to the maximum and played a piece of music.

“Oh Lord。 Oh, Lord. ”

“Hear me turn these words into a song。 Please let me sing these words into a song. ”

“For them to sing along to when I'm gone。 They can sing when I'm gone. ”

Light music resounded through the streets, and the clear sound of the guitar was clean and clear, and a calm male voice played and sang to himself.

“Oh Lord。 Oh, Lord. ”

“Let me be the one to set them free。 Let me be the one who gives them freedom. ”

“I will give them every part of me。 I will do my best to help them."

“Put my heart where everyone can see。 Let everyone see my sincerity. ”

On the car, Liz patted the armrest of the carriage with her palm, shook her body, and hummed along with the rhythm.

The wind and snow seem to be a little smaller, and it can't be considered a lot of intense music.

Yanagihara felt more and more eyes, looking at them in the dark corners of the ruins.

These eyes are strange, seem to have some anticipation, and seem to be full of confusion.

All Yanagihara could feel was that they were looking at them, distracted and focused.

Liz sang louder and louder, and at last she even stood up in the carriage, dancing with her arms outstretched, facing the ruins in a gesture of hug.

“They can call me whatever they want。 They can gossip about me as much as they want. ”

“Call me crazy。 Even if I'm crazy, it's okay. ”

“You can call me whatever you want。 Whatever you say. ”

“But that won't change me。 It won't affect me."

“I just don't care what the world says。 I don't care about the gossip of this world. ”

“I'm gonna make it。 I will definitely do it. ”

The song enters the loop stage, and a light snow falls in the sky, falling on Liz's shoulders and hair.

The girl smiled heartily, looked into the ruins, patted Yanagihara and Al on the shoulders and said.

"Let's come along."

In the driver's seat, Yanagihara raised his eyebrows, half loudly, hooked the corners of his mouth and chuckled, and slowly hummed along with the lyrics that had been looped several times.

“They can call me whatever they want。 They can say whatever they want. ”

“So what if I am crazy。 Even if I'm really crazy. ”

“Now is the moment I've bene waiting for them。 Now is the moment I've been waiting for them for a long time. ”

“And I have to risk it all。 I'll give it my all. ”

The atmosphere on the snowmobile seemed to be unusually cheerful, and even Al finally joined the two.

“They can call me whatever they want。 They can gossip about me as much as they want. ”

“Call me crazy。 Even if I'm crazy, it's okay. ”

“You can call me whatever you want。 Whatever you say"

“But that won't change me。 None of it will change me. ”

“I just don't care what the world says。 I don't care about the cold words of the world. ”

“I'm gonna make it。 I'm going to make it in the end. ”

“So what if I am crazy。 Even if I'm really crazy. ”

(The lyrics are taken from the song: Crazy, a very good song, and I recommend it to everyone here.) ）

In the sound of music, everything seems to be dancing, even the snowflakes in the sky seem to be dancing to the rhythm.

Al stumbled along with the lyrics, and to be honest, it was probably the first time she had sung so loudly.

She felt an inexplicable throbbing, as if her heart was swaying with it, as if a melody was filling the air, as if warmth was spreading in the blood.

This makes the oncoming wind and snow no longer so cold.

She felt something in her body cheering, so much so that she didn't have the heart to think about anything else, she just wanted to keep immersed in the music.

Yanagihara's singing voice is low and hoarse, paved under the music, as if accompanied by a kind of tiredness, and as if accompanied by a kind of relief.

Liz, on the other hand, was still so exaggerated, her voice was always so bright that it seemed to be heard by everyone, as if she was born to be eye-catching.

She stood on top of the carriage, as if she had already started to hold her own concert, but she didn't care if the audience would enjoy it.

By the time the song ended, the snowmobiles were already out of the street.

"How?" Liz said as she lay on the snowmobile, smiling at Yanagihara and Al.

"That's a good feeling, isn't it?"

"I'm afraid we've been thought to be three crazy people." Yanagihara drove the snowmobile and responded with a light smile.

"So what, do you care about this kind of thing?" Liz squinted her eyes and turned her head to look out into the street.

"Still." Suddenly, the smile on Liz's face faded.

"It's hard to survive a blizzard in that kind of place."

This is a very realistic statement, because without heating and oxygen, I am afraid that only 30% of the people in that street will survive to wait for the greenhouse to be contained.

“······”

"You know what, Yanagihara." After a moment of silence, Liz laughed again, her smile still the same, a little crazy.

"If my show is going to be the last one they see."

"Well, I don't want them to die in fear, they should have their last bit of dignity."