Ember Gun

  Chapter 369 Funeral

   "Ah...It's so beautiful."

  Kestrel dressed in a black formal suit, stood in the mess of the Black Mountain Hospital, looking at this beautiful ruin.

  There is still water on the ground, and the broken steel is like the bones of a certain monster. It stands amidst the collapsed buildings. People walk through the ruins to repair the Black Mountain Hospital.

The sun spread unreservedly, sweeping away the long gloom of the old Dunling, everything in the field of vision was shrouded in warm sunlight, covered with a soft and brilliant golden glow, the Kestrel looked at it. On a sunny day that was almost forgotten by him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

  Sure enough, if people are okay, they still have to see the sun and the sky more, and my dark heart is illuminated by warmth at this moment.

  As the storm dissipated and the rainy season passed, Old Dunling finally ushered in a rare peace, but after this calm there was still a lot of mess waiting for people to deal with.

The huge rainfall once paralyzed the drainage system of Old Dunling. They flooded the streets and poured into the factory. For this reason, the entire Old Dunling was shut down for several days due to the storm. The building destroyed by the strong wind, like the Kestrel, sighed when looking at the clear sky.

  This is a disaster, but in the ruins after this disaster, it is hard to see the beauty.

   "The clear sky in the old town is really rare... It's a pity that many people can't see it."

  Blue Jade came over, sat on the raised gravel aside, and looked up at the clear sky.

Maybe it’s because I have lived for too long under the gloom of Old Dunling. The clear sky makes Blue Jade a little uncomfortable. The sunlight is so dazzling that she can hardly open her eyes. But in order to see this beautiful glance, she is still stubborn. Watching, until tears gush out from his eyes.

"Yes."

  Listening to Lan Jade’s words, Kestrel’s expression was slightly sad, but he still said forcefully and optimistically.

  This is a terrible world, this is a terrible job. Now these doctors are busy to death, but there is no free guy to enlighten the Kestrel’s psychology, he can only enlighten himself.

  The heavy rain half a month ago washed away the filth of the city, but there were still many people and many things that left with them. They all disappeared, just like they had never been in the future.

   "It's starting, come on, Kestrel, after all, you are now a'lucky kestrel'. As long as you see you, you can cheer everyone up." Lan Jade stood up and gave the Kestrel a white flower.

  Kestrel scratched his head embarrassedly, took the white flower, and muttered to himself.

   "Think about it, it's incredible, am I a hero?"

"probably."

  Half a month ago, various forces started a local war in the Black Mountain Hospital, and demons, demon hunters...all the mess came.

  At that time, everyone thought they were going to die, but they still attacked one after another, smashing a way out of despair.

In the eyes of those survivors, these guys who were born to death are considered heroes, and the Kestrel is also one of them. In the final battle, he was like a madman, going forward and slashing, although he was finally killed by the epidemic doctor. It was easily defeated, but in terms of a mortal body, the Kestrel had done well enough.

But this is not the point that attracts his attention. After simply checking the Kestrel’s mission record, he found that this guy did not escape from the dead. It can be said that every time he must die, this guy will always live inexplicably. Come down, just like this time.

  In the corpses all over the floor, this guy slowly got up from the stagnant water, looking like he had overslept.

   "What mentality did you keep rushing up? Kestrel." She asked suddenly.

   Thinking of Kestrel's unwillingness to turn back then, Lan Jade was stunned. How could I never think that such an unreliable guy would have such a crazy one.

  "For honor, for noble reasons?"

  "Do you think it's possible?" Kestrel vetoed these compliments indifferently. This guy who had fumbled from the down town never cared about such things.

   "What did I think, I just saw Lancelot was a child, and the children rushed up. What can I do to step back?"

   "So because of this strange feeling of guilt, you rushed forward?"

   "Not all, there are fears, and a lot of strange emotions, but well, doing a line of love, killing a few more demons before death, it is considered to be a good job, you say yes."

   "So... the guy who wanted to survive died, but the guy who didn't want to live survived fortunately?"

  Hearing Kestrel’s answer, Lan Jade couldn’t help feeling the wonder of life.

   "Perhaps... Destiny is tricking people, that's probably what it means."

  Kestrel responded, and he couldn't help but recall the last picture of the memory in his mind. It was a boy's face, an angry and frightened face. He was extremely eager to survive, but finally came to an end.

He has always been a big-hearted guy. After all, doing this kind of work, with a little heart, is really difficult to survive, but now he feels more or less, one after another familiar faces are gone, as if there is a sharp knife. Cutting flesh and blood, bringing great pain.

   "But it's okay, at least the guys I know didn't die...Although it's almost dead."

  Kestrel comforted himself.

  After the war half a month ago, the wounded were moved to the makeshift hospital and received treatment. Although all of them were seriously injured, everyone was rescued, but some lacked arms and legs.

  Yexiao is still in a coma on the hospital bed due to excessive blood loss. Knight Commander Percival is a bit more miserable than him. She is similar to Galahad and has been severely eroded and is undergoing closed treatment. As for Joey...

  As a few of my own friends, the Kestrel can't help but feel sad when he thinks of this place.

  When the scavengers found Joey, he was lying on the corpse of the demon. Although he was still breathing weakly, his body was deformed. According to the procedure, he should be executed on the spot.

Perhaps out of humanitarian concern, the cleaning agency decided to treat him and try to bring his sanity back into his body... In fact, the Kestrel knew what the result was, but didn’t want Joey to leave so ugly. He might be doing it. He may never wake up after receiving treatment.

  A melodious bell came from nowhere, deep and distant, adding a bit of sacredness to the warmth of this brilliant golden color.

   "Let's go, Kestrel, we should wait in silence." Lan Jade patted Kestrel.

  Kestrel nodded, picked up the white flower Lan Jade gave him, and walked forward.

There is a unique cemetery in the Black Mountain Hospital. Most of the people buried here are members of the cleansing agency. After this storm, except for some people who have deliberate requirements for the return of their bodies in the will, that The dead for a day are here.

  More people came over, they all brought a bunch of white flowers, no eulogy, and no complicated rituals. The white flowers piled up in front of the tombstone, like a pure white ocean, in which swayed one after another long-dead names.

  The robin was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a silver cross in his hand, and seemed to be praying in a low voice. People bowed their heads and remained silent. Time seemed to stagnate at this moment.

   Gawain stood not far away, looking at the solemn things, his appearance was also very bad, although he successfully defeated the main force of the monster wave, he was also scarred, but fortunately he was not affected by erosion.

   Putting a cast on one foot, leaning on a cane, stood up hard, and watched all this.

   "Knight Commander Gawain."

  There was a voice, and a man came over, his cheeks were sickly pale, showing a kind smile, but that smile did not make people feel comfortable in Gawain's eyes.

   "Anakin? What are you doing here." Gao Wen asked somewhat displeased.

   "According to the terms of the royal family, I am here to reclaim Ovis Victoria." He said.

   "But he is dead."

   "The dead will also be recovered, and the blood of the king cannot be free from the royal family."

  Gawain's eyes gradually sharpened, like a sharp sword, as if to cut Anakin apart.

  But he didn't say anything, but it was this slight change that made Anakin suddenly feel a kind of unspeakable pressure, maybe it was nervousness or something, his smile gradually stiffened.

  Sure enough, the cleansing agency was a purely violent organization, a group of lunatics, even in the face of Gao Wen, he felt a slight fear.

   "We don't have Ovis Victoria here." Gawain replied calmly.

"What did you say?"

  Anakin was taken aback, and he didn't understand Gawain's meaning.

"We have only one knight commander who has just died in battle. His job is called Lancelot. He belongs to us and should be buried with these glorious people instead of returning to that disgusting cemetery, and Those useless dead souls are company."

   Gao Wen had no expression on his face, and his expression was as if he had been frozen by the extreme cold. Under the warm sunshine, he exuded a daunting chill.

  "But this is the rule of the royal family..."

Anakin wanted to say something, but then the dark shadow enveloped him, and Gawain stood close in front of him. Only then did he realize how tall the knight commander was, and his eyes were cold. It was like a mirror, reflecting the fearful self.

   "Go back, Anakin, don't care about the royal rules, don't make me angry, I'm already trying my best to control myself."

   Anakin felt cold, and now he looked at Gao Wen’s expression before he understood all this.

  This is not indifference, it is anger. Gawain has never had anger before. The anger is so angry that he himself cannot perfectly control all of this, and can only maintain this cold expression.

  "After this storm, we have lost too many familiar people. Before the storm, we were drinking together, but now they have become cold corpses, buried under the soil."

   "Go ahead, Anakin."

  Anakin couldn't say anything, his instinct drove him back slightly, but in the end he regained his composure, maintained a polite smile, and said to Gawain.

"I see."

  ……

  On the tombstone, line after line of text is arranged, and there is not much information in it, only the name of the deceased, and the date of birth and time of death.

  The silence was over, and the people dispersed, discussing softly in the corner, thinking of the dead.

  Kestrel stood in front of the tombstone, gently stroking the cold tombstone. It was clear that he was in the warm sunlight, but his hand felt an inevitable cold on the tombstone.

   "What are you looking at?"

  On the side, Swift knelt down and carefully observed the tombstone, as if she was looking for something.

  "Patients, although they were crazy, but in the end they came back to help us. I think their names should also be on it."

  Those happy patients, crazy, they can't distinguish between fear and demons, they are completely fooled by Eve's nonsense.

  Ke is such a group of people, finally shouting some strange slogan, carrying the aluminum thermal rifle they picked up, and smashing the monsters.

   Thinking of this, Kestrel could not help but laughed, and then he covered his mouth, hoping that this rude appearance would not be seen by others.

"found it!"

   Swift said in a cheerful tone, and his bandaged fingers ran across the dark tombstone.

  "Cole...Gavin...Deren..."

  Familiar names one after another, but the strange thing is that Swift does not have any sad emotions, seeing these things, there is still a bit of joy in her eyes.

   "It looks like you don't need to take care of them."

  Kestrel thought she was happy because she didn't have to take care of these guys, but what Swift said next made him feel a little surprised.

   "It's so good... they finally died in a decent way."

   "Decent?"

  "They were all members of the cleansing agency, but because of erosion and other reasons, they became patients and lost their minds."

   Swift mainly works in the Black Mountain Hospital. Kestrel does not know some internal affairs.

"Patients like this will mostly live in a muddle-headed manner until they die old at the Black Mountain Hospital... It's like the edge of hell. Their death is doomed the moment they lose their minds, but because of humanity, it's something else. , They live on walking corpses until the moment of old age."

   "It's a very long death, isn't it?" Swift said softly.

  "They used to be knights and soldiers just like us. They had no fear in the face of demons. I think if they were sensible, they would choose to die simply instead of living like this.

  Fortunately, they died on the battlefield with the monsters in the end. This is better than dying in the hospital bed for them.

   Died with honor. "

The Kestrel did not respond, he just watched all this quietly, his gaze passed over the tombstone in front of him, and behind it were countless monuments that were also standing up. They spread to the end of the line of sight like a cold dense forest. .

  (End of this chapter)