"Ah, it has the ability to void the body, and there is also a clone, which can be used multiple times." Ember held the notes in his hand, and the pen in his hand swayed and wrote: "This performance is really an unexpected suffering." But it doesn't matter, it's nothing, that's a challenge, isn't it, perfection is never achieved overnight. ”

At this time, he was sitting on the roof of a house, and from here he looked down at the crowded street, and at the same time, he could see the restaurant where Anchen and the others were.

The sun was good, there was no fog today, and the view from here was at least half of the town. A gust of wind blew, causing a small stone beside Ember to roll around several times and roll off the side of the roof.

One hand caught the stone, the hand clenched slightly, and when it opened again, the small stone was pinched into powder in his hand, and the powder dispersed with the wind: "The wind in the storm plain is really uncomfortable." ”

"Fine-tuning the direction of the wind." Ember squinted his eyes as he looked in the direction of the powder and made a few strokes in his notebook.

Putting down the notebook, Ember looked at the crowd in the distance, and the street was lined with dense buildings on both sides, so to speak, like a natural enclosed space.

In the morning, people are shopping for daily necessities for the day, so there are a lot of people, but except for the front and rear. Only between the two sides of the building are there a few small passages. In such an environment, it is fine if it is an orderly crowd, but once the crowd panics, it is very difficult to evacuate, and there may even be stampedes and the like.

Ember looked at the situation below in the distance with satisfaction, the stage, the script, and the actors were all in place, just waiting for you, my protagonist.

"Tsk, fox." An Chen's forehead twitched, and he stretched out his hand and pressed it viciously on Ahri's head: "Next time you are like this, believe it or not, I roasted you." ”

"Squeak." Ahri shook his head unhappily and complained that Anchen was not.

An Chen was embarrassed in the restaurant just now, and his face is still red.

This street seems to be a market, and there are many shops around, and the morning market is so crowded that you can't even see the road ahead.

Yasuo looked at the crowd and didn't know why he had a bad premonition, when there were too many people, there would always be trouble.

I have to say that Yasuo's feeling is really not a big problem, the probability of a person encountering something dangerous is very small, but when a person's base continues to accumulate and become a huge base, then the originally small probability will also be superimposed and expanded.

Passing by a grocery store, Anchen stopped, they really needed some supplies, and flicked Ahri's nose: "I'm dealing with you later." ”

"Boss, three bags of dry food, a box of canned vegetables and a bag of jerky." Anchen stood in front of the grocery store, the store was not big, it was just a street shop composed of a bar counter and a container, and standing in front of the store was an old man.

The old man stopped what he was doing and squinted at the two of them: "Okay, wait a minute." With that, he turned and walked to the front of the container behind him.

"Ed." Yasuo frowned and said in An Chen's ear, "I have a bad feeling. ”

"Huh?" An Chen glanced at his side absently: "Are you a woman, do you still believe in your sixth sense?" ”

"That's not what I said." Yasuo also felt a little suspicious, but still looked around vigilantly.

"That's eighty silver coins."

"Okay, give." Anchen handed a gold coin to the boss's hand.

"Huh." Ahri in Anchen's arms yawned and seemed to be about to fall asleep again.

Why have you been sleeping lately, Anchen patted its forehead with a wry smile: "You know the carriage, let's go there and sleep for a while." With that, he put Ahri on the ground and let him go back to the carriage first.

"Whew." The wind in the high places was indeed a little strong, and the embers were wearing a hat on their heads at this time. Pressing the brim of his hat to prevent direct sunlight from affecting his vision, he gently pressed the rifle in his hand against his shoulder, and his gaze fell into the distance through the scope. Ember's index finger tapped on the trigger and hummed a strange tune, "Then get ready to start." ”

The story started a long time ago, and maybe you don't like to hear it.

"I used to be a stage manager for a theater company." Ember's mask pressed against the icy barrel, and he understood that soon, it would become red-hot, hot enough to burn a person.

Stage manager, oh, you know the profession, of course, obviously, a behind-the-scenes guy standing behind the stage. I don't need to go on stage, I just need to stand behind the scenes and watch the stage perform, making the lights and sets at the right time. Of course, in my eyes, their performances are so clumsy, and they have no connotation at all.

Except for one person.

It was the singer of the troupe, a girl with black hair and black eyes, whom we met as we passed through a village around the Roaring Swamp. The big-bellied guy of the regiment commander took a fancy to her at first sight and offered a salary of fifty silver coins per month. Her family was poor, and she had to understand that it was impossible to grow food in a place like the spring roaring swamp.

She had a younger sister who was seriously ill, so after thinking about it for a long time, she accepted a job with the troupe and left the village with the troupe.

No one who has ever heard her singing will understand how mesmerizing she is and has the magic to be intoxicated. On the stage, she is like a person in a dream, using that long and mysterious voice to draw everyone's thoughts. The happiest thing for me is to build a stage for her, and only she is worthy of me.

Unlike other girls, she doesn't buy beautiful clothes and never wears any jewelry. At the end of each month, she sends home most of her paycheck. How can that work, how can such a girl live like this, she deserves to be pampered by life.

I don't remember the date of that day, I just remember that it was a somewhat hot afternoon, and that day we were back in Ionia. I mustered up the courage and gave her a necklace. She smiled, and I still haven't forgotten that smile. I didn't show her my heart, but I knew I was hopeless, and I swore I would bring happiness to her. What life didn't bring her, let me bring it to her.

But in this world, those shit and filthy guys, why did they torture her like that!? Yes!? One night, I watched her being dragged into a tent by the regimental commander and several members of the regiment, and there were cries and shouts from the tent.

After a long time, several people walked out with satisfied and disgusting smiles on their faces.

Those bastards·····

When I walked into the tent, she was breathless, lying there disheveled, red beneath her. She committed suicide, staring upwards with empty eyes, as if pouring out something. The beautiful face was no longer alive, and I could see tear stains in the corners of her eyes, and I could feel the corners of my eyes as well.

Those bastards!!

That night I burned the whole troupe with flames, and I watched them wail in the flames, and in the wind, bright flames swelled and sparked. The screams, the burning sound were noisy in my ears, they didn't know that I was purifying their souls, I had redeemed them, I had sublimated them.

After that, I put on a mask.

Man is a complex animal, and under the glossy appearance of humility and kindness, they never care about their inner unsightliness. Oh, it's okay, it's okay, I'll save them, wash their filth away, and let them have the salvation of life.

Ember looked at An Chen in the scope, looking at her side face, his eyes gradually became obsessed and intoxicated, and at this moment he seemed to be really smiling: "You know, you really look like her." ”