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I've read the records in the group, but I want to say sorry to the two new members of the group today, because I probably won't be able to come up tonight--- I'm being controlled.

Because someone said a word, the friend who came to take care of me was too scared to let me talk to you online at night, and it was not allowed until Monday. The only time I have for the activity today has been spent typing------ and to be honest, if it weren't for the fact that Demi, the damned Englishman, couldn't even read Chinese, I don't think I'd be allowed to do a keyboard job that would have used my arms and hands.

I also expressed my understanding, after all, if I don't pay attention to my body, I will be more ruined, and I understand that she is so sensitive, so let's wait until Monday to talk.

I read the record in the group, I'm very happy, I hope you can like the update, let's see you on Monday.

By- Ducks

Kirarararararararara!!!

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Arlando. Bakina left the hospital and walked the streets of Rio de Janeiro before dawn. The time that should have been between a clear evening and a clear morning was obscured by the smoke that filled the city, and through the smoke that rose from all over the city, I don't know what was burning or some other reason, the sickle crescent moon that was high above radiated a strange light.

Bathed in this light, Arlando walked through the smoke, through the refugees who didn't know whether to get up early or couldn't sleep at all, and along with these people passed Arlando's vision were those who were not even able to move:

Wherever the light went, he could see that beside the wreckage of the house, in the shed erected by the side of the street, there were countless homeless refugees, lined up like sardines on a cutting board, some stiff and motionless like dead people, some twitching;

Where there was no light, he could hear the humming of people, the whispering of curses, the loud moaning, and the buzzing of swarms of flies;

He could smell blood, the stench of rotten meat, the stench of feces and urine, the stench of sweat, and the cold wind of the early morning, which should have been exhilarating, pasted on his face;

So Arlando closed his eyes, held his breath, and tried to listen to his heartbeat, but he was soon interrupted by the feeling of sticking and foreign objects under his feet--- and when he opened his eyes, the floor was full of dirty bandages, pieces of clothing, garbage... He watched his boots entangled in these objects, crashing through them like an icebreaker, rowing across the foul-smelling puddles of water on the ground, letting the dirty ripples ripple in his eyes.

“Puto!!!” With such a scolding, Arlando's shoulder was smacked, and he watched a shirtless man stare at him viciously, and then continued to run away with a large bag of things. He turned his head, and a petite body that was smaller than the one just now flashed out of his vision, so he hurriedly turned his head again, but only saw three afterimages left by the petite man who was chasing the man in the dim light--- a jet-black braid brought up by running, a pair of big eyes, and the light left by the eyes in the brief sight...

Allando didn't have time to look carefully at the girl who ran past, but on the dark street, in the light and shadow before dawn, Arlando felt that the light in those eyes was like the rising sun, and under the chaotic and noisy sky, when the statue of the Virgin Mary standing in the distance was about to leap, a light --- a complex light was emitted in an instant, and there was not only hope but also pain.

Arlando walked on, but he felt his heart twitch suddenly, and at first he didn't know what it was, but he soon understood that it was the woman's eyes and eyes that resembled Haman's into his heart, and those eyes tugged at his heart; He examined the afterimage of those eyes in his heart, and felt more and more distressed, more and more trance-like, and walked more and more slowly, until he could barely walk because his legs did not obey the call, and suddenly, an inexplicable gloom crossed his mind like lightning---- which was the first time he and Harman met, Haman's eyes.

The gloomy lightning tumbled from the deepest recesses of his memory and struck at him, making him feel overwhelmed.

"No。。。。。 No!!! No way..... No way!!! Arrando stood on his feet and shook his head vigorously, he felt a little dizzy, the memories brought by those eyes ignited the tragic situation around him, and some thoughts of denying his own life and denying humanity that even he could not agree with rushed through his heart, making him feel like he was being burned by hellfire from head to toe.

The illusory flames of pain scorched Arlando, and through his blurred vision, Arlando felt as if he was looking at the world through the endless starry sky through the aiming frame of the MS cockpit, and the ruined city around him was also transformed into a cosmic battlefield filled with steel wreckage in the hallucination. At that moment, he seemed to see Harman, who had truly loved him and whom he had truly loved, and was trying to come by himself, and in the aiming frame, Harman walked all the way into his aching heart with such grace.

"I 。。。。。。"

The burning pain finally engulfed Arlando's consciousness, and he collapsed in a trance.

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When Arlando woke up again, it was already daylight, and the first thing that appeared in his field of vision was a man who looked to be in his 30s--- although the man was a little uninhibited and tired, but Arlando could still tell his military demeanor through his application and the way he walked.

"Damn, now even a seriously wounded person like you is being opened?" The man in front of him bent down and patted Arlando on the face and said.

"I came out on my own." Arlando struggled to answer.

"Then you're a fool." The man sighed and left, leaving Arlando alone on the ruins and disappearing into the crowd.

Sitting there, Arlando was stung by the shadow of unease about life on people's faces, and he turned his head, and then he saw a * braid, and then the eyes that were so powerful that they slid into his heart and pulled him back to the memory of his encounter with Haman.

"That's Joseph, for a man who survived the chaos of three months ago, even his comrades were abandoned, it would be unforgivable suicide to run away from the hospital." The owner of those eyes, a girl who could tell that she was of Latin blood, put down the large basin she was holding and said to Arlando.

"Before you...

"That guy stole SDF bullets from the camp, and I ran after them."

"Bullets...

"yes, that's a precious thing to exchange for food."

"Grain?"

"Yes, the federal government is recycling metal, weapons, and they can be exchanged for food, and that bag of stolen bullets can probably be exchanged for a plate of nutrient blocks, speaking of nutrient blocks," the pigtailed girl said, pulling out a palm-sized piece from a basin on the ground, "come on a piece, this is one of the two pieces that the camp can give you." ”

Arlando glanced at the black-blue thing with his eyes exposed outside the bandage--- it was soft as if some kind of gum was dangling in the girl's hand, and a certain uncomfortable smell wafted from it; What is this, with this thought, Arlando looked at the girl in confusion.

"Protein nubs, ah, have you been in a coma?"

Arlando nodded.

"That's our food now," said the girl, grim as she pointed to the men behind her, "and these are the Self-Defense Forces, a group of people who use their fists to protect guns and bullets, and then trade them for food, isn't it?" But that's all we have for now, take it, and give you the second piece when you leave the camp. ”

"Where are we? Who are you... Arlando silently took the lump of gum and asked.

"One of the church squares near the iconostasis, one of the miraculous places, my name is Anita, Anita. Garcia. Anderson," the pigtailed girl turned to leave, but was attracted by the movement behind her, "Hey! You're leaving?! Your body is still ... ”

"It's not time for me to die, and I have something to do, something she wants to do... Arlando stood up against the wall, his skin and nerves crunched all over his body as they were nearly inorganic by the nanomachines in the solution of the sensing frame.

"My husband also lost news during the war, I understand, but you are committing suicide by doing so." Anita stopped in front of Arlando with a large basin in her arms, and her face flashed with a beauty that made Arlando feel strange. This beauty made Arlando remember the strange beauty of Haman's face when he first saw it, and he recalled his thoughts at that time---- [What is the strength to support her to live without her lover, where will her love be poured without a goal, is it that this broken and wasteful love gives that strange and distorted beauty?] 】

Looking at the face that seemed to be moved because of misfortune, Arlando shuddered violently, remembering Harman's change later, his eyes gradually became active--- after he and Haman were combined, the strange beauty brought by the suffering disappeared from Haman's body, but the person in front of him was obviously not like this. Thinking of this, Arlando raised his hand and patted Anita on the shoulder:

"I'm not going to die, but I do need a way to get out of this continent, can you help me?"

Anita, the pigtailed girl holding a large pot of nutrient blocks, was silent for a while, and finally took a bag, put another nutrient block in it with the one in Arlando's hand, and then placed the bag in Arlando's hand:

"With these two pieces of food and the name of this camp, you may be able to get a spot on the smuggling boat of refugees departing in seven hours, and they are heading towards the inner circle of the Asian continent where the government is about to establish a core settlement, and there really is not much future left on this continent. If you really want to go, go there. ”

"Thank you."

Leaving the word, the bandaged man began to walk in the direction of the rising sun, and Anita reached out to his back but lowered it again, and finally shouted:

"Wait a minute!!"

Arlando stopped, he turned around, and saw Anita quickly pull a knife from her waist, cut off her own braids, and ran over and handed it into his hands:

"My husband should be near that habit, if you can see him, give him this braid, tell him that Anita is waiting for him, and if he is already dead in battle, then bury my braid with him."

"Hmm."

The figures of the two people gradually separated disappeared into the dense flow of people, and the flow of people surged, and it remained for many years, until Charlotte many years later. E。 Jaeger stood on this section and renamed it Anita. Anderson Memorial Church] in front of "Anita. Anderson: "The time on the square hasn't changed.

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So, that's the story。。。。。。 Anita. Anderson, one of the people who changed him, perhaps the first after Noah ... Charlotte stood at the place where the two had separated many years ago and looked in the direction of the rising sun, the crowd gradually faded into transparency in his eyes, and finally a staggering back was left and walked away step by step.

"yes, Anita... Beside Charlotte, the man who accompanied him murmured, and he looked in the direction of the setting sun, and the crowd gradually parted in his eyes, and finally a back with short hair fluttering.

In the man's hand, there was a wooden box lying quietly, and through the glass lid of the box, a black hair braid lay quietly there.