Reborn as a Supervisor

As they advanced day after day, the food remained sufficient, but people moved slower and slower.

There was still no end in sight for the vast snowfield, but the road under my feet was getting narrower and narrower, making it particularly difficult to walk.

"Hawns, why did you slow down...?"

"I'm not full, didn't I leave it all for you?"

"No, I mean, why do you always stare at the empty snow?"

Houns looked into the distance and saw his own death and the bodies of his companions in one white landscape after another.

He fantasized again and again, and turned his eyes away again and again. He wanted to merge into the snow, but he didn't dare to fall down, for fear of tripping Bourgeois or being discovered by Atilokha.

Endless endurance and long journeys are like this desert-like snowfield, making people wonder if the world they once lived in really still exists?

A snowy land where no evidence of human existence could be seen, and a hellish scene where the companions in memory had died.

Houns carried Bourgeois on his back, burdened with things he once regretted, and each step he took was heavier.

Soon Houns fell down, and Atilok, who was standing far ahead, ran over, and Bourgeois also hurriedly shook him.

"You all right, Houns?"

"I don't know. I see them all the time."

"……Is it."

Houns saw his companions who had left, sometimes appearing in front of him and sometimes behind him.

Although the way they smiled looked creepy, Houns felt that was how they should look.

"They whom I ignored in the past, whom I didn't notice in the past."

"I once thought, if only I had never gotten angry with you, if only we were still lying in the fire of that prisoner-of-war camp."

"Wouldn't it be better if I didn't do anything I'd regret? Maybe dying in an explosion would be a lot more pleasant than dying now."

Bourgeois showed an expression of disbelief, and he punched Houns several times to wake him up.

"Don't be so bourgeois, it hurts..."

After Houns was beaten and sobered up a little, he saw Bourgeois's legs bleeding from the struggle.

He widened his eyes and looked at Bourgeois with regret.

"Excuse me, Bourgeois, I..."

"It's okay, Houns..."

"It's just because we are still children, we are just too fragile."

"It's just because all this is too cruel for us."

James stood far away, staring at the two of them, then looking at Atilokha.

The snowfield was endless. The children stood there, time seemed to stand still, and only two of them could move.

Chen Fan looked at Atilok, who seemed to be in a state of "uncertain madness". It seemed that the recent pressure had successfully drained away the boy's rationality.

"Sure enough, in the end we still can't grow up, just like children, we are powerless to do anything about it."

Atilok grabbed a handful of snow, buried his face, and knelt in the snow, as if he didn't want anyone to see his tears.

His face was red from the cold, snow was falling from the side, and time was passing slowly...

After a while, he slowly stood up and extended his hand to everyone.

"I know it's hard, but the world and our fate have not yet come to an end."

"I believe that there will not only be winter in this world. One day, all the hardships will be over and one day, we will wake up in spring."

But at this moment, Atilokha realized something, because the world in front of him began to collapse, and everything around him shattered one by one. This was not the reality he was in.

I thought he was going to awaken himself, but he fell into another script that had been prepared long ago.

Misser was the first to step forward and hold his hand.

"Yes, Atilokha."

"We all know this is an especially difficult time to get through."

“So we all want to contribute to this.”

Atilokha held onto Misher's hand tightly, not daring to let go.

“Don’t take your life on your own shoulders.”

"I actually admire your efforts to protect the lives entrusted to you by others."

"You really walked a long way on this snowy plain."

Although the children had walked very far, it was still not enough. They could not even see the "dawn of dawn".

"But you are also a precious life to us, right?"

"Please, don't give up. Please don't give up your precious life."

Once I let go, it felt like I would never be able to hold that hand again, and like I would have to say goodbye to him forever.

Atiloka didn't understand what was said. They were not familiar with each other, so why would they go to such lengths?

Chen Fan has already begun to predict what will happen next. If nothing unexpected happens, something will happen to Misser.

Ask him to guess how he died...it's hard to guess because there are too many possibilities and many options are difficult to eliminate.

But the biggest possibility is that he died at the hands of someone else, because the previous two people died in this way.

……

Diary: December 11

On the thirtieth day, he saw Misher sitting on the shore, as usual.

It’s just that the snow that day was unusually heavy, and the commotion in the distance was also unexpected.

It was pitch black and the sound made Mi Se's head tremble.

He shook his head, brushed off the snow above his head, squinted into the distance, and on the other side of the lake, dense black dots were pressing forward.

Misser tried to push the frame of his glasses but failed. He had no choice but to rub his eyes hard and then squint them. However, the wind and snow made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

He now vaguely remembered where he had lost the lens, and it was all because of that noisy market.

That group of people were equipped with guns, wore the same uniform, and walked with heavy steps. From a distance, it could be seen that they were soldiers.

"It's the army!"

He almost shouted out in excitement... He suddenly remembered his badge, the badge left to him by the old officer.

He hurriedly reached into his pocket and remembered that he had been wearing it on his chest.

He rubbed the badge excitedly, the badge was so dazzling in his eyes at this moment.

"As long as the i-Nest army arrives, everyone will have a chance to be saved!"

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the strength in his hands that were pulling the fishing net gradually weakened.

He could see it, he could see the army getting closer and closer! With every step they took, he became more excited.

He ran forward, almost wanting to jump into the lake, and tried his best to see the other side.

He has been looking forward to it for too long. Food, clothing, hometown, and people who love him. He has played out the same scene in his mind countless times.

He can take the children back to his hometown without having to wander around in the wind and snow...!

At this point there was a loud bang, the trajectory of the bullet cut through the snow haze, and a badge fell to the bottom of the lake.

Although it is unreasonable, this is the fact. The shooting skills of the person on the opposite side are amazingly accurate.

Even in snowy conditions, he could hit a target that flashed by, even if he couldn't see what the target was.

The reflection in the distance disappeared, he put down his gun and followed the army away.

It's as if nothing happened...