Around the shawl girl who fell to the ground, there were many adults, about a dozen, ranging from their twenties to their forties. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Rentaro rushed forward and stood in front of the girl.

The girl who fell to the ground stretched out her left hand, desperately trying to get up, and pointed at Rentaro with her invisible eyes:

“...... This voice is the police gentleman at that time?"

The girl's face was covered with scars, and the cut on her right hand, which she had held down in pain, showed no sign of rebirth, and she bled profusely.

What is even more striking is that the girl still has a smile on her face despite the atrocities.

"Bastard, you cheeky little devil!"

The oldest man in the crowd had a twisted face of hatred, and a blood-stained dagger in his hand.

Rentaro's pupils shrank.

It was an elongated weapon with a blade of about twelve centimeters, and it was too short for antigenic enterites, and probably had no other use than to harm the cursed son.

"Damn!"

Rentaro was furious, raised his legs and swept around, and the strong wind was like a tornado, blowing more than a dozen people around him to the ground.

The middle-aged man with a dagger was given special care by Rentaro, and the wind on his legs hung bruises on his face.

The next moment, Rentaro reached out and grabbed the other party's neckline, eager to devour him alive, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Why...... Do that?"

"Hmm...... Ahem!" The man who was grabbed by the collar was breathless, and his neck was flushed.

The begging girl lay on the ground and shook her head gently: "I'm sorry, Mr. Policeman, I obviously agreed with you to leave...... It's my own doing, but I'm ...... anyway."

"Enough, I know. Say no more. ”

It seems that because of the death threat brought by the protosagulars, people have lost their awe, and these guys, who should have been scared to the point of urine, are all viciously getting up at this moment and staring at Rentaro.

At this time, another middle-aged man with a knife stepped forward with an angry expression, he had a wide forehead and a double chin, and if he laughed, he should be a very kind uncle.

Rentaro was hit quite hard when he saw that such a seemingly good person also inflicted atrocities on the girl.

"Get out of here! that guy is casually among us, and will attack humans whenever he has a free time, worse than the intestines!

People began to denounce it angrily, and the rhetoric was surprisingly consistent.

Rentaro was well aware of the reason for their anger.

To put it simply, they are scared.

Ever since the report of the Cursed Son's attack on the citizens, the citizens may have feared that sooner or later the Cursed Son, whom they had been discriminating against, would retaliate.

Rentaro closed his eyes and pulled out the XD pistol from his belt.

Then he raised his hand and fired a shot into the air.

Heavy recoil reached from the palm of the hand to the arm, and the popping sound resounded in the air.

The excited man was startled and stopped.

"I'm a police officer. Satomi Rentaro!"

Extremely calmly, Rentaro took out his license from his breast pocket and showed it to the men, and then said calmly, "If you take a step closer to this girl, the next shot will not be a warning." ”

The men looked at each other for a moment, and finally finally showed a clear deflated reaction.

The middle-aged man who took the lead turned around and pouted coldly.

"Cut, what a bullshit hero! You police protect people, and it's really just those damn demons!"

In their eyes, the Cursed Son is like a demon.

The thugs turned their heads with resentful gazes, and finally the tide receded.

Rentaro looked around, and the guys who were watching the excitement on the side also quickly disbanded.

“...... Scold. Rentaro suddenly felt a little excited.

"Rentaro?" Yeonjoo worriedly grabbed Rentaro's hand.

Why should you be feared? Defending the Tokyo area to the death, but you have to inexplicably accept the contempt and fear they throw at you?

With tens of thousands of protozoa outside the walls and discriminators turned into thugs inside the walls, isn't it all the more important for the whole region to be united...... What are you fighting for?

At this time, I recalled in my mind what the girl with the long goose-yellow hair had said to herself under the blood-colored morning sun.

'In the future, there must be many evils in the way...... If...... Someday...... You have lost your way in the darkness, please be sure to follow your own righteousness...... Rentaro, sir, please...... Save the world......'

Rentaro bit his lip and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Summer ......"

"That ......" came a timid voice.

Looking back, the girl with a smile of gratitude and apology on her face stood up.

Looking down at the blood she was bleeding, Rentaro silently took out a handkerchief from the inside pocket of his uniform and tied it up while pressing it to stop the bleeding.

The Cursed Child is very resilient, and with the exception of the wound cut by the dagger that should heal naturally in no time.

After the first aid was over, the girl seemed to calm down, raised her head with gentle movements, and coldly stretched out her hand to Rentaro.

Rentaro leaned back instantly, but realized that the other party had no intention of hurting him, so he let her touch his face and shoulder.

"I remember Mr. Policeman's voice and face. ”

The girl's smile deepened, and her cheeks flushed at the same time.

"It's the type I like. ”

"Stupid. No thanks, get out of here. Next time you dare to come over, I'm going to fix you!"

Rentaro reprimanded her earnestly, but the girl did not show fear, but smiled and picked up the money on the ground, rolled it up and put it under her armpit, and bowed several times.

"Next time, please let me find an opportunity to thank you. ”

"Don't!come!!"

The begging girl who kept waving her hand finally left.

Rentaro wearily pressed his right hand to his temple. Damn, does that guy really understand?

But it was great to be able to help her in the last moment—turning around with this sense of satisfaction, and suddenly, a chill rushed up his back, making him hurry back!

"Who's there?" Rentaro looked warily at the corner of the wall, where there seemed to be an extremely evil aura just now.

Yanzhu was also startled, and in an instant, her eyes turned blood-red, and she entered a fighting stance: "Rentaro, have you found anything?

"I don't think so, I read it wrong. Let's go. ”

Rentaro turned his head calmly, and there was nothing unusual behind him. Only the wind blew across his face.

"That ...... Is it a delusion?"

Rentaro felt as if his heart was throbbing, as if something bad had happened.

With such uneasiness, the last day unfolded unrestlessly.

I bought a ticket to the 39th arrondissement and boarded the tram together.

The morning trains between the outer districts are almost empty, and it is not difficult to find a fully empty carriage.

With their backs to the orange rising sun in the east, Rentaro and Yeonzhu sit side by side in a red flannel seat.

The body swayed as the train started, and the rings hanging from the roof swayed slightly.

The vehicle accelerates slowly, with rhythmic vibrations on the track.

The shape of the shadow changes all the time, flowing from left to right.

The back, which is shining in the morning sun, gradually warms up.

Today may be the last day in the Tokyo area, but it doesn't look like it.

Tomorrow, there will be a decisive battle with Aldebaran, who leads tens of thousands of protosagulars.

Whether it's the small army of medulloids, the seven-headed beasts from before, and the Aldebaran itself, which leads them, they are all powerful enemies beyond imagination.

Rentaro and the others are bound to encounter a fierce battle that they have never experienced before, and after that deathmatch, there is no guarantee that Rentaro and Yeonzhu will survive and continue to breathe.

Maybe it's because the two of them know this even if they don't say a word, and the morning air will be vaguely tense.

Although the rest of the time is very short, it is such an ordinary time that is more like an irreplaceable treasure illuminating the world.

"Yeonjoo, are you happy going to school?" Rentaro changed the subject, hoping to relax his mind.

Yeonjo narrowed her eyes and seemed to rub her head against Rentaro's chest comfortably. The body exudes a sweet smell of the sun.

"Well, it's fun. Thank you, Rentaro. Thank you very much Rentaro...... Well, a little thankful for Mu Geng, too. ”

Rentaro hugged the pouting head of Yanzhu and held it close to his chest.

"Then my efforts were not in vain. ”

Yanzhu's eyes widened, and she looked up with uneasy eyes:

"Rentaro, being a teacher is really boring, isn't it?"

"What ...... this?"

Rentaro looked out the window at the cluster of ruins that passed by.

The tram had already moved into the outer periphery, the buildings had almost collapsed, and only the sky was as empty as a desert.

"I feel very happy. ”

"Huh?"

As soon as he admitted this, the depression in his chest was swept away.

The rest of the remarks were very frank.

"Whatever the reason, I'm happy right now. It's all thanks to you, Yanzhu. Thank you. ”

Yeonjoo's eyes widened at first, but a smile gradually appeared on her expression, and she was so moved that she hugged Rentaro's hand.

Rentaro originally wanted to protest, but when he noticed Yeon-joo's intoxicated expression, he stopped talking and hugged her silently.

The sound of the train passing by the tracks and sleepers fills this gentle and speechless gap, and time passes slowly.

I don't know how long it took, the train broadcast was about to arrive in the 39th district, and Rentaro urged Yeonzhu, who was reluctant to let go, get off the train.

Walking out of the station, the wind blowing from below pushed their backs behind them.

Walking in front of the station with Yanzhu, which he was used to, the view was soon completely occupied by the ruins.

Today's classrooms will also be packed with children from the outer districts.

Rentaro gathered his thoughts as he walked.

Today may be the last day, so he decided to discuss some topics of hope and happiness, as well as his vision for the future.

After walking for a while, a mountain of garbage appeared in front of me.

As soon as you cross there, there is an open meadow. Add the blackboard and the students, and the classroom where classes can be held anywhere is complete.

The closer Rentaro got to his destination, the more he felt that it was difficult to calm his heart.

And I don't know why, it's different from the tension of anticipation, it's closer to an ominous premonition.

At this time, Rentaro felt a strange smell and quickly smashed his mouth and nose.

- What does it smell like burning?

The moment he saw the police officer from afar, Rentaro's heart beat violently.

The surrounding area has been cordoned off. It happened to be the place where Rentaro and the others used it as an open-air classroom.

Although he couldn't understand why the police officer appeared, the cold hairs on Rentaro's whole body stood on end and trembled.

At this moment, the cloudy eyes of the thugs on the street appeared in their minds again - "You people protected by the police are really just those damn demons!!!"

The sound is soul-hygienic, and every sentence is heart-wrenching!

“...... Yanzhu, you stay where you are and don't move. The police in the distance noticed this, and Rentaro's voice was like a bellows.

"Ren, Rentaro?"

Rentaro's steps began to falter.

"No! Brother Nagato is also here, absolutely nothing will happen, absolutely!!"

Rentaro roared inwardly and ran with difficulty, like a child who had been abandoned by his parents in the middle of the night, constantly trying to chase forward in the dark.

It's finally close.

A terrifying pit at least a hundred meters in diameter and full of scorched marks appeared, and the stinking smoke still swirled above it.

There was a big explosion here.

Rentaro's face lost its blood, as if all his strength had been drained.

'Nagato' is indeed there.

He stood on the edge of what looked like a crater, covered in blood, ragged clothes, and his left arm hanging down in an eerie posture, presumably broken, as a young girl with a huge wooden box on his back struggled to support him.

Such a miserable picture appeared in front of Rentaro's eyes.

"Nagato...... Brother?" Rentaro's eyes widened, trying to calm his voice a bit.

Yu Feibai clenched his fists and looked back at him, if it weren't for Mikasa's support, it seemed that he would be blown down by the wind at any time, his eyes were gloomy, but he showed uncontrollable anger, and his voice was hoarse as if he hadn't slept for a month.

"Sorry, only five saved. ”

Smack.

Prepared food, toys, fall to the ground.

Rentaro's gaze returned to the field, where some remaining blood stains could be seen, as well as black metal shards - was it a bomb made of coins?

"Wait, Yanzhu, don't come here!"

Rintaro tried in vain to stop the petite figure from chasing from behind, but Yeonjoo had already run to the edge of the crater.

“...... Uhh!!!!!h

In the next second, the heartbreaking and tragic scream resounded through the gray sky.