Boom! Boom!

In the autumn rain, the helpless people were wet.

But no amount of pious voice can convey the supplication to the gods, no matter what it can suppress.

If you have to ask why?

The gods do not save the world, but only faith.

Immortals ignore the mundane and only think about cause and effect.

The Buddha said that sentient beings are suffering!

but the afterlife

In the end, I found that if people want to struggle a little, the answer is only to save themselves, which is why the word hero is conjured! Gather all the good.

Blood was gushing from the mother's calf, and the red dripped down the curves of ripeness, blooming blood-colored flowers on the surface of the stagnant water.

The hair is stubble, messily attached to the delicate face, indescribable tiredness!

The mud stained the white clothes all over the body, and dyed them into embarrassing ink paintings.

Forehead ground, bang! Bump! In the crash! Hit again!

Reddish! Deep purple!

bulging, cracking,

Bleed!!! It's still the same

"I beg you! Anyone can! ”

The bitter choking must have suppressed the pain of the wound.

It is precisely because of this that it is clear how painful and desperate the mother who has lost her heart is in her heart!

"She's only six years old!"

The female reporter who came back to her senses bit her lip and stepped forward to stop her, but was pulled by Mrs. Tang's sleeve.

"Anyone can do it! Save her! Even if you give it a try! She shouted at the crowd,

"I'll give you whatever you want! I'll give you whatever you want! ”

Boom!

There was a splash of rain buds and blood at the sound, and Mrs. Tang buckled on the ground, her hand holding the sleeve of her dress hung down, and her body was silently paralyzed.

The phone, which had been scattered in front of him with all the belongings, lit up again.

The screen covered by the wet, parents and sisters, a family of four laughing, but there is. Crack!

The round raindrops fell, shattered, and distorted the youngest child's innocent smile.

There are trembling fingers caressing on it.

Mrs. Tang struggled to wipe away the rain and dew, staring in amazement.

But the blood dripping from her forehead coincidentally stained the forehead of the mother in the photo, in exchange for a terrible and incomprehensible cry.

"Hmm——!"

"Please! Anyone can! ”

"Me!"

She held the picture to her chest and curled up like a leaky balloon in despair,

"I can't live without her!"

"I can't live without."

If something really happens to Xiaorou,

In Mrs. Tang's mind, the most unacceptable thought flashed through her for a moment, and she couldn't help but whisper and plead with her lips trembling,

"Please, at least bring her out, bring her out."

The mother was afraid, afraid to pick up her daughter's bones in the ashes.

Because even if you are lucky enough to be able to piece together the final appearance of the child, you can't escape the future of the child who is so broken that you can't fight it!

Who wouldn't be afraid?

She trembled uncontrollably, tears and red met on the side of her nose,

There is still hope, right, there must be hope! Xiaorou has always been so obedient. I've never done anything bad.

What makes sense to die like this when you are so young and your hands are so small?

It doesn't make sense!

So, anyone can! Anything you want!

"Help her, help me, help me, help me"

She fell to her knees, a painful suffocation enveloping her, not knowing when she forgot the reason for her breathing.

The lips that were pursed into a line trembled with choking.

But it's still the same, it hurts so much that I can't breathe!

Trample! Trample!

The black boots stepped over the stagnant water and stopped outside her peripheral vision, making waves of water.

Squatting slowly, like a knight treating a queen.

Lu Mingfei gently lifted his crying mother, and although the face that came into his eyes was bright and delicate, it was also a little beautiful and strange.

But the strangeness coincided with the vague face in Lu Mingfei's memory, in the murmurs of "save her" and "help me" one after another.

That is the woman who loves the most in the world - Giovanni, except for the devil.

Maybe it's because of them. Mothers of the same children!

"Can you show me this picture?" Lu Mingfei whispered softly, and the gentle tone made the woman stunned and let go of her slender hand, and her chest rose and fell slightly, resuming her breathing.

Finger belly brushing aisle cracks.

"I'm really happy." Lu Mingfei gently wiped the blood stains on his mother's forehead in the photo, looked at the family of four on the screen, and smiled enviously, "It's so good~"

He squinted at the dark shadow leaving the bus, and then raised his eyes to look at the dark place on the fourth floor, how to choose, bright!

"I'm so stupid."

An inexplicable word dissipated to his lips.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Mingfei got up and looked at the red building in the dark.

"I'll do my best to try!"

The voice is melancholy, mixed with many complicated feelings.

"But you, don't expect too much"

The limit of what Lu Mingfei can do now is only to see people alive and corpses dead.

The crowd noticed the young child's movement and couldn't help but turn their heads and ears.

Or the ordinary woman, frowning and asking, "What is this kid trying to do?" ”

"Looks? Is it to save people? The man in the parkour suit pouted, "The woman gave a lot of things, looking at the kid's face, you know that he is still an unclear age, and he sees the money." ”

"I guess I want to fight, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle, look at it!" The parkour man raised his head, "When he gets closer, the fire will burn and he will run back." ”

"Can't people just want to help when they're young?" The fitness strong man muttered a few words, "The heart may be good." ”

He looked at the thin Lu Mingfei,

"It's this thin arm and thin leg, what can you do?"

"Don't be a hero!"

Blind heroes? That's right.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Mingfei smiled bitterly and dissected the fruit of himself!

The reason why Shicai wanted to hunt down the fugitive was clear under the glare of blood and red juice.

He was still afraid, afraid of real death!

One of the biggest differences between simulation and reality is the difference between being able to do it all over again and just once.

The infinite proportion is close to the infinite sims and real life, and the ridiculousness distorts the most critical point in Lu Mingfei's heart - the difference between fake death and real death!

So although Jiguo Mingfei is him, and Shi Transparency is also him, maybe they are not exactly him!

Because unlike them, Lu Mingfei in reality, in the fruit of his self, is actually mothed with timid eggs, small but always there

Under the collision of the motorcycle, he has a "don't die" pocket!

In the fire on the seventh floor, as a last resort, he can still rely on the "butterfly" and "butterfly" peach to die!

He has never been cornered, how can he claim to be truly brave?

Until just now, the cry that might have cornered him appeared!

If you save it, you may really die!

So Lu Mingfei subconsciously wanted to escape, if it weren't for the deafening sound and his mother's phantom pulling him lightly, he would really have to run away, under the pretext of arresting the criminal.

What happens if you escape?

The press will report on his heroic deeds! The police will also send gilded pennants! Uncles, aunts, and younger brothers may be especially honored!

No one cares if the mother cried to death in the rain! Everyone looked at him Lu Mingfei's gaze, and they would be admired!

Even the mother of the bereaved daughter would definitely be so, with a ridiculous "Wow! He avenged my daughter's gratitude!!

What happens if you escape?

It doesn't seem to be going to be like that.

At best, a mother washes her face with tears for the rest of her life. He was aware of the identity to help with revenge.

At best, the "butterfly" "butterfly" is thus disgraced . He was still using, licking his face.

At the most!!!

The moth continues to stay in the fruit of the self, and he can continue to proclaim hypocritical bravery, in the name of not being afraid of death!

But Lu Mingfei knows!

Isn't his ability to say to himself that he is not afraid of death??

It's about saying "don't die" to everyone!!

Therefore, Lu Mingfei dissected the fruit of himself.

He tried to pinch the wriggling moth, and everything changed

The autumn rain was slightly cool in the center of the eyebrows, and the cold wind pierced the face, Lu Mingfei felt it,

Don't choose to erase.

Standing at the different gazes of all beings, he turned his back to it,

There was no looking back.

The suspicious irony in the noisy words, he listened carefully,

Don't want to refute.

People suspect it, he himself wants to believe it, so there is no need to refute it!

Others stopped, and he wanted to move forward, so there was no need to look back!

It's okay to be cold, it doesn't matter if it's cold, my heart is beating hot!! Thoughts are burning!!

In fact, if you think about it carefully, in his previous real life, there was really nothing to say about the main line.

The life brought by the simulator is always rippling with a layer of illusory, and although the rewards are good, they also distort the mood and personality in reality to a bit bad, and the already vague main line is even about to be shattered.

But just now! Right now!

Faintly, Lu Mingfei feels that he is about to catch it, and he belongs to his new main line of life!

Maybe just say maybe,

Lu Ming pursed his lips uncertainly, his heart was beating uncertainly, only his thoughts seemed to be breathing, and he was really excited.

Can he try to be a hero that sounds a little ethereal?

Or in other words, as the simulator mentioned, to save the tragedy he saw!

Use your own power!

This is a power that no one else has!

Following in the footsteps of the sages, perhaps this is the legendary enlightenment?

Not under Bodhi, not in the dragon field.

In the autumn rain, the eyes reflect the fire.

Mood may really affect the senses, at least to pick out the moth from the self.

Otherwise, how could there be such groundbreaking changes in the world that suddenly figured out.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei felt that even the disturbing whispers behind him were so beautiful.

The rain swirling in his ears smiled, and the wind kissed the corners of his lips.

The world is clear, he's there! It's like everything is there!

God doesn't save?

Immortal ignorance?

Buddha doesn't stretch out his hand?

Is it difficult for people to cross themselves?

Then let him try it!

After all, his ability is to say "don't die" to everyone.

So Lu Mingfei didn't look back at anyone, nor did he say a word of explanation.

He chose to take a step!

Choose to rush to the burning place!!

Two worlds, three figures, footsteps.

All in one place!

Trample.

(End of chapter)