'My battle is over. ’

The moment the short knife was raised, Wayne, who was lying on his back, silently thought, just like when he was twelve years old, when his brother's body was cremated, his father said, "Glorious death in battle is the fate of a warrior, and the flame of glory will take away the soul of a warrior." Abba took off a strand of his brother's hair and, according to the custom of the people on the surface, said calmly, "His battle is over."

"In my hometown, juvenile delinquency will give them a chance to start over." Wayne heard the demon's muffled voice, and she was knocked unconscious.

Although this statement is not appropriate at all here. Trist secretly complained, and in his hometown in this life, there is another rule, "Adults will be sentenced to death no matter what crime they commit." ”

。。。。。。。。。。。。 I am the dividing line of Trist's memoirs。。。。。。。。。。。。

It's been a long time since I came to the world of this American drama "Hundred Sons of the Earth".

97 years ago, a nuclear war completely wiped out the surface of the earth, destroying all civilizations, and only the 400 inhabitants who worked and lived on the 12 ISS survived. Three generations have been born in space, and the number of survivors has reached 4,000. The people on the Ark believed that the Earth's surface was still covered with strong radiation, and that they would not be able to return to Earth until another 100 years. To ensure the safety of all survivors, the 12 space stations are now connected and adapted—the massive space station is called the Ark.

After so many years, the resources on the "Ark" have been depleted, and the leaders have had to resort to extremely draconian measures to maintain order: the "Ark" has reverted to the death penalty, and the population is strictly controlled. Anyone who violates the law, no matter how big or small, will be exiled (to outer space). Juvenile offenders, on the other hand, have an additional opportunity to face a retrial and final conviction when they turn 18.

"Everything, just to live, everything, just to survive." Daddy ended his lengthy speech with this sentence.

"Got it, Daddy", the twins Trist and Murphy said in unison, "It's a shame that you have to talk about this every birthday". "Blow out the candles! Blow out the candles! Eight-year-old Murphy poked Trist in the waist with an elbow in exchange for a furious trumpet from his twin brother. In normal times, Murphy would definitely be ruthlessly suppressed again, then fought back, and then brutally beaten. The script will be played until Murphy's ass blossoms, or the brothers are exhausted. After the fight, Murphy would often hear Trist muttering in the Chinese he learned from the engineering station next door, "Bear children are really born", "My stupid Oudoudou", "Let you feel the beating of society in advance", and so on.

Today, or even as long as it's the brothers' birthdays, it's an exception.

At this moment, Murphy's little eyes stared directly at the fist-sized cake on the table, this rare delicacy is the privilege of every child's birthday, and it is also the only luxury given to children in the ark of increasingly scarce materials. Murphy's mind has automatically recalled the scene of his birthday in previous years, and the small cake is also his only chance to feel the taste of "sweetness", and the feeling of happiness blooming on the tip of his tongue makes him never forget.

Trist silently cut off a small piece and handed it to Daddy Bob, the father of this life, and the mother who was smiling at the father and son, and he used a small spoon to dig a small piece of his fingernail thick, and tasted it. Bob, who had rejected his son's birthday several times before, did not insist this time, and hammered his son's shoulder with a smile, and the mother got up from the sofa and gently rubbed her son's hair. Murphy licked the crumbs from the corners of his mouth, letting the taste linger on his taste buds for a while, and then deliberately stepped on Daddy Bob's leg and threw himself into his mother's arms.

"Hey, stinky boy".

"Smack".

Ignoring the heat coming from his ass, Murphy and Trist exchanged sympathetic glances.

It's just that Murphy sympathizes with Trist's pitiful taste that is different from ordinary people, and Trist sympathizes with the hard life of this bear child since he was a child, and he doesn't want to say it.

"Hey, boys, daddy's going to work, Murphy, learn from your brother, don't stay with the little bastards in Area 52, I don't want Aunt Julie to come to me again and say that you broke William's nose," Bob paused, looked at his other son, who had always relieved him, and felt much more angry, "Trist, take care of your young brother." The special title made Trist stunned and felt bad.

Sure enough, the next moment, the bear child exploded instantly.

"He's 17 minutes ahead of me!"

"Shut up" x2,

"Murphy" x3.

Murphy suddenly turned his head, looked at his mother who had joined the united front, and suddenly pretended to be sad and indignant, "Mommy, even you ...... Woo...... "Looking at Murphy, who couldn't squeeze out tears, Trist sighed silently in his heart, 'My stupid Oudoudou Yo'.

"Peng"

Daddy's closing door announced the end of the brief birthday dinner, and ignoring Murphy, Trist silently turned off the switch and removed the highlighter that served as a candle, while his mother cleaned up the plate.

Trist took out a small piece of glass, which was the reward given by Teacher Abby to the child with the best learning progress in the class yesterday, although Teacher Abby was curious why Teacher Trist chose this small glass, but she didn't ask much. After all, the Ark was short of materials, and people had the habit of using bits and pieces of leftovers as souvenirs.

"Aha, is this for me? Thank you Trist, I'm going to give it to Shirley, Shirley hasn't spoken to me in a week. ”

Trist, who was organizing his speech, was stunned, he wanted to explain to his younger brother what one-way perspective glass is.

'Not really,' Trist thought to himself, "you and Shirley were secretly kissing in the storage room last week, and were watched by the adults across the lens from the equipment room, including Shirley's mother, Aunt Julie. At that time, Trist happened to help Aunt Julie sort out the equipment after class, and watched the live broadcast calmly under the strange eyes of several adults around him.

Looking at Murphy with an excited face, Trist decided that it would be better for him not to say it.

"Hey, Trist."

"Huh?"

"Why did you keep your eyes glued to the ceiling when you started talking to me?"

"Ahem", pretending to cough twice, Trist shouted at his mother's back, "Mom, remember to help Murphy mend his crotch today, I'm going to find Uncle Pike for physical training, you don't have to wait for me at night"

Looking at Trist's long back, Murphy was stunned, looked down and glanced slightly, and in his mother's teasing gaze, his face flushed, and he popped out from between his teeth,

"Cui ~~Si~~Te~~~"