The sense of familiarity and guidance is getting stronger and stronger, and it has reached the point of not being disguised.

After several turns, the road came to an end.

Looking at the exit in front of him, Steve slowed down.

The thick fog obscured everything behind the exit, and the intuition that the target was in front of him made Captain America, who had already realized something, stunned into the fog.

Just like the feeling when entering the blood well, what you encounter after entering the dense fog is not a pungent haze and a thick that covers your eyes, but still has a sense of reversal of the scene.

"This ......"

After returning to consciousness, Steve was stunned by the scene, and he even forgot to turn back to verify that the exit had become a stone wall again, but his lips trembled and froze in place, and his mind "buzzed" like a swarm of bees.

The exit leads not to a curved ant-nest-like tunnel, but to a temple-sized cave surrounded by solid stone walls.

In the middle of the cave is a hill of severed limbs, and with a little observation, it is not difficult to see that each corpse comes from a different part of a different body.

At the top of the "hill", a baby sits on its stomach.

He smiled very happily, and his ignorant eyes were filled with joy and curiosity about everything in the world.

If you were a bystander, I was afraid that the first time you saw this scene, she would rush up and take the child away, but Steve didn't move, just looked at it expressionlessly, and his body trembled slightly.

Suddenly, the baby seemed to see something interesting, reached out and picked up a well-preserved, blood-dripping head from the side, and pulled out an azure eyeball from its eye socket with curiosity.

She dropped her head down the hill and stopped after rolling in the empty cavern and covered with dust, without attracting the slightest attention from the other, and the baby was now holding her eyeballs in front of her eyes in a face-to-face manner, and her mouth was babbling with a mouth that no one could understand, and she smiled innocently and heartily.

Steve's body shook even more, and he looked at the lonely head away from the hill, the dust obscuring her face, but it still didn't stop him from recognizing her.

She was a soft-tempered, loving person who worked as a nurse in a tuberculosis ward.

At that time, before the miracle medicine was revealed, doctors and nurses who did similar work were no less than driving a carriage to Mass for the Grim Reaper, and they did not know when they would be inspired by the Lord or the Grim Reaper.

She is one of the unfortunate, and her conscientious and responsible work and love have changed her from a nurse to a patient.

In order not to worry her family, she was admitted to an isolation ward, but told her children that she had been transferred from work.

The two no longer see each other, occasionally by phone.

She had to drink several glasses of water in one sitting before every call, and then hang up after a few words, in case the hoarse cough betrayed her condition.

When her condition worsened, she even had to pinch the soft flesh of her jaw and hold her fist against her throat to avoid coughing.

In fact, she didn't have to be so cautious, because the young man on the other end of the phone didn't have much energy to think about the side at all, and was trying in vain countless times to become an unpredictable, unpredictable soldier, and every time he answered the phone, he was in a bad mood more like he was coping than communicating.

Until she died......

His father's death made him hate the Germans who used poison gas and wanted to go to the battlefield to get revenge.

It wasn't until he saw her smiling face that he stepped out of his extreme horns and began to try to carry salvation and ending suffering on his shoulders.

But even though he had saved a large number of innocent people and destroyed the delusions of thousands of evildoers, deep down in his heart, he still occasionally envied another life by her side......

After all, the baby was a little tired, and dropped his eyeballs down the hill as he had just done, and looked for other interesting things on the top of the hill with great interest.

"What a look!"

Steve turned his head slowly like a stiff machine, and his goal was standing not far from him, feeling the baby's behavior.

"These ...... You did it?"

It was as if the vocal cords had been ripped out of his throat, and the sound came out of Steve's mouth, dry, hoarse, and harsh.

"Sort of!" said Ember playfully, "if this statement makes you feel better!"

"You think this little trick will bring me to my knees?"

"You're wrong!"

"Steve will always be her pride, not shame. ”

"Especially in her presence, I will never show my cowardice and remorse to your evil executioner and let her down!"

From weak to impassioned, Steve gradually found himself, as his trembling body gradually calmed down as his emotions and tone increased, and his stiff muscles soothed and then tensed, gathering the strength to look good.

"No, no, no," Ember swayed his slender fingers at him as if he didn't see the iron pipe in his hand, "You misunderstood me, Steve, 'Beauty', it can't be evil at all!"

"You ......"

The word "crazy" came to his lips, but before he could say it, he was interrupted by the other party.

Ember pointed to the hill of corpses and the babies climbing on the top of the hill, and his voice was extremely fanatical: "Is 'it' evil?"

"You call this bloody, cruel, disgusting sight 'beauty'?"

Steve's voice was filled with exasperation, even though he vaguely guessed that the baby at the top of the hill was his symbol, and the corpses that made up the hill were people he knew, but he still used some bad adjectives to describe them, because he couldn't bear the respectable people he knew to be a tool for the other party to justify his evil deeds.

"Of course it's beautiful!"

Ember's words were filled with unquestionable certainty.

After saying the conclusion, his tone returned to fanaticism, and Ember paced around Steve, describing the 'beauty' he had seen in it: "Isn't it beautiful that parents, relatives, neighbors, playmates, comrades-in-arms, ....... sacrificed, dissected themselves, satisfied, blessed, and lifted you up like a mountain of demand?"

"There are not only your mothers in the hills, but also many 'him or she' whom you owe but may have forgotten their names and even their appearances!"

"But they never cared, there was a satisfied smile on every visible skull, and any corpse that 'you' touched was gentle and soft, and even the blood stains on it would only spill and drip on your handsome suit, Captain America!"

"The name of this hill ......" Ember stopped, pointed behind him, and spoke in a high-spirited tone like a Danish prince who had come to seek revenge: "It's called 'love'!"

"Boom-"

As if he had been hit in the head by a huge rock, Steve staggered two steps, his head rattling.

There was such a trance, in front of him was no longer a hill full of corpses, but a vaguely familiar picture scroll that he suppressed in the depths of his memory and never dared to recall:

The thin-faced, skeletal woman curled up on the hospital bed, clutching the microphone tightly in one hand and hanging weakly on the edge of the bed with the other......

The man in military uniform died on the cold ground with a distorted expression, facing the sky, his back was almost worn away by his dying struggles, but even when he was dying from the torture of mustard gas, he still consciously protected the letter to his son that was placed in his chest pocket......

The face covered by dust and blood could not be seen clearly, only a pair of bright eyes looked at the blue figure charging with a shield in front of him, and his expression did not regret that he had come here with him but lost his life, but was satisfied with his wishes......

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