Half past one in the evening US time.

Miyamoto Ato stands on the crown of the Statue of Liberty with a violin.

To put it another way, he stepped on the head of the goddess, a symbol of freedom.

The breeze blew the hem of his black clothes, and he closed his eyes and played a slow song "The Devil's Laugh".

One of Paganini's twenty-four capriccios.

Horror and eerie music sounded, accompanied by one explosion after another, as well as a series of fires, and bright fireworks that appeared in the sky.

[Good evening.] ］

The fireworks are in the air and turn into such a line of words.

It's as if all the foreshadowing is just for this one sentence.

At the end of the song, even if there was no audience to enjoy it, Miyamoto Aito still made a curtain call, looking at the disappearing fireworks, and the smoke and fire from the ruined buildings around him, and pursed the corners of his lips.

He killed a lot of undercover agents and stuffed their corpses into the crematorium one by one to get so many ashes.

It's not easy to make such a large fireworks.

Before killing those traitors, he posed the question online [How would an undercover spy want to die?] ］

Someone answered his question: "The lives of most spies are like fleeting fireworks, but they are not as good as fireworks, because fireworks are brilliant when they disappear, and if they can die brilliantly, they must be satisfied with unknown spies." ”

So Miyamoto Aito praised this answer, and made a batch of ashes fireworks quite carefully.

Maybe after the fireworks are over, the ashes that fall will drift to the hometown of the undercover agents.

This can be regarded as a soul returning to its hometown.

Miyamoto Aito thought without emotion while taking pictures with his mobile phone.

[It's time for you to go back to Japan.] - Gin (Gin)]

This message popped up at the top of the screen.

[I see, tomorrow's flight.] - Everclear

He put away his phone, held his violin, and jumped off the Statue of Liberty.

With a rope in his hand, the hook at the end of the rope was attached to the torch of the Statue of Liberty, and he held the rope to land safely.

With a slight wave of his arm, he withdrew the rope and walked away slowly holding the violin.

Behind him, the Statue of Liberty shattered and collapsed.

Kick up a cloud of dust.

……

He looked at the scenery slowly and walked on the way back.

The spirit of freedom and democracy caused by the explosion and the collapse of the Statue of Liberty was ignored.

Men with guns shoot at pedestrians in the street with impunity, either break into homes and burn and loot, or are killed on the spot when they fight back in self-defense.

As if he couldn't see it, he returned home without hurrying.

He put the violin into the case, took off his black coat, and took off his black hat, revealing his snow-white hair and clear sky-clear eyes.

He expertly closed his eyes.

Because these eyes will provide information anytime and anywhere, it is too troublesome and too energy-consuming.

Although it doesn't have much effect on closing, it can reduce a little.

[Congratulations to the host, gain Fear + two million, Worship + three million, Adoration + 1,400,000.] ] The system's prompt sounds.

Miyamoto Aitto was accustomed to it and did not express any opinion.

There are more worship values than fear values, and he has been used to them in recent years.

The American people seem to have a special appreciation for what he has done and his ability to get away with it.

His hand touched his neck, where he wore a black leather collar, and his hand rested on the silver buckle and removed the collar.

A horizontal, uneven, hideous light brown scar was revealed.

He tentatively opened his mouth, but he didn't bother to speak.

He used to take off his extra ornaments before going to bed.

Collars, gloves, knee pads.

Then he put the small white paper figures on the side of the pillow.

Finally, he lay on the bed and closed his eyes in a standard posture like a robot.

Maybe it's because I'm going back to Japan tomorrow, but Aitto has a dream.

Dreams about the first memories.

Miyamoto Aitto came to this world seven years ago.

The brain went blank and there was no memory.

But as soon as I opened my eyes, I found that something was wrong with my body.

Unable to move freely.

He was imprisoned.

Imprisoned in Japan.

And the people who imprisoned him were a husband and wife.

A Japanese-speaking couple.

A couple who had a nervous breakdown because they lost their only child.

In their delirious chatter, Miyamoto understood why he, or the owner of the original body, was imprisoned.

Because the original owner smiled brightly, much like their dead son, they kidnapped the original owner.

And because he forgot to feed, he starved the original owner to death.

And Miyamoto Aito, who came back to life through this body, lived a life of captivity in place of the other party.

Although the brain memory is blank, Miyamoto Aito just feels that he and the original owner are two people.

He had planned to find a way to get the crazy couple to unshackle his limbs, but before he could do anything.

The wife of the husband and wife was the first to go crazy.

She broke Miyamoto's legs and solved the problem of Miyamoto Ito running away at the root.

"Just break your leg and you won't be able to leave Mom, don't leave Mommy, Aitto." The crazy woman hugged him, sobbing silently and paranoid to speak.

The crazy husband kicked and broke three of his ribs and trampled on his hands.

"Why do you want to leave us?" The man with the bottle looked drunk.

Slammed the unfinished bottle on his head.

The woman hugged him and wept, full of love, and lovingly kissed the scar on his forehead.

"Don't blame Mom and Dad, Aito, Mom and Dad just love you too much...... " the woman said with a cry.

Miyamoto Ato listened to her cry without saying a word.

Both eyes were infused with lead.

"How can you look at us like that? Aito, you should look at your parents with loving eyes......" The crazy woman hugged him, patted him lightly on the back, and said in a tone full of love.

Blind, speechless, deaf in left ear, broken legs that were not treated, crippled, deformed and ugly, hands deformed and twisted.

The couple who was holding him one second and expressing their love would beat him to death the next second.

Sometimes I think about feeding him normally, and sometimes I forget to feed him.

On the night of the first thousand and first day in captivity, the mentally ill couple died.

He was killed.

Before dying, the madwoman struggled to escape to him and shoved a key into his hand.

"Aitto...... My Aito ......"

"I love you......"

She said this lovingly, and then a gunshot rang out from behind her, and she fell beside the boy.

Forever lost breath.

Her desperate escape here unsurprisingly attracted the killers who came to clean them up.

"Why do these two guys still have such a pet in the basement?" The only thing he had left to hear was the sound of someone chatting.

"Who knows what these two madmen think." A voice different from that of the man who said the first words sounded.

"Okay, do you need to get rid of him?" Another voice asked.

There were three people coming.

Miyamoto Ato judged the situation.

"Tsk, if you leave him here alone, he won't survive."

"Bourbon, you're so kind."

"I just want to see if he can struggle."

The three of them seemed to feel that Miyamoto Aito couldn't hear the sound at all, and they were talking as if no one was around.

"I can't run, I can't make a cry for help, I can't even see with my eyes......"

"Even if we don't do anything, he's going to die here."

"That's a coincidence, I think so too."

"Put him here, then?"

"Isn't it interesting to have him wait for death in hopelessness?"

The owners of the three voices all seem to be extremely evil, villains who take pleasure in watching the struggles of the weak.

They discussed it and came to a consensus.

Eventually left.

Miyamoto used the key to open the shackles that had imprisoned him for nearly three years.

[Congratulations to the host, complete the novice task, escape from the husband and wife, and get the newbie reward X1, which took one thousand and one days, and the reward was doubled due to the difficult task.] After he unshackled him, a voice suddenly appeared in his head.

[Quest rewards can be used to repair injured parts.] ] is called the presence of a system.

"Fix my leg." The teenager, who had been imprisoned for nearly three years, said inwardly.

Not at all surprised by the sudden sound.

He couldn't pronounce it with his vocal cords, so he could only say it inwardly.

Fortunately, the system can hear it.

Immediately afterward, he regained sensation in his legs.

groped around, stumbling out of this place that he had been staying for almost three years, but was not familiar with it at all.

Go the way the system is directing.

In the dark room, a pair of faint blue eyes opened.

PS: It's not that the black deep cripple is going, well, Aitto has no self-destructive tendencies and will not commit suicide.

I just wanted to write about a son who was different from Dazai.

[Non-relief direction] But there is no Dazai Black next door.

[Timeline confusion]

(Passion opens the pit.,Writing and playing.,The level is very poor.,Writing garbage.,It's the same as Dazai's.,There's no outline.,But it should be a little better than Dazai's early stage.,The plot won't be so scattered.,But I think this book may not be watched by many people hhhhh.。 ）