Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

When I opened the door, the young man had already gotten up and was standing in front of his son's bookshelf with a book in his hand. But he had already noticed me when I opened the door, and his eyes met mine, unexpectedly cold and wary.

He had changed his son's clothes, and although he did not throw away the tattered but fashionable clothes, they were soaked in water and were now being hung out to dry. As he could not let this guy go to bed soaking wet, he wiped his son's body and changed him into his son's pajamas.

Except when he was taking care of a baby, he had never taken such care of another man before.

"Can you understand? Those are my son's books."

Fūya Chiaki spoke, his voice steady;

"It looks like you've responded well. I should have called an ambulance for you, but we don't have that capability here. How do you feel now?"

"Where...is this place?"

"Don't you remember clearly? This is Weng Island. There should be no ships running recently. How did you drift here?"

"...no...memory."

The man closed the book in his hand and put it back to its original place.

"..."

Chiaki Fōya looked this mysterious man up and down. When he put the book down and turned around, Chiaki Fōya looked into his eyes. His black pupils reflected a little light, and the expression on his face was more of indifference than the confusion of having no memory.

"...Want to survive?"

"what?"

"There aren't many job opportunities on this island, and the economy isn't that great. Although there are occasional tourists, most young people are out working. If you still want to live, follow me while I farm. I can provide you with three meals a day and accommodation."

The man looked dumbfounded. This was the first time he showed any sign of hesitation. He hesitated slightly and said:

"You, it's so easy for you to bring a strange man home and give him a job."

"If you can call a job that doesn't pay but only provides room and board a job."

Chiaki Fōya smiled faintly. Although there was no serious student movement when he was young and the world was tending towards peace, various ideologies and values ​​were rampant, and communism was popular among young people for a time.

Although he was not arrested by the Special High Technology Department for shouting the Internationale as in movies and novels, the conflict was acute for a while, and the government finally stabilized after copying the homework of other countries. He was young and energetic, and he also went to the parade with his classmates.

"That's not a concept, old man."

Perhaps it was because of Chiaki Furiya's sudden humor, the man said in a low voice.

That was just a change of subject. The point is that taking a man of unknown identity who even claimed to have lost his memory home and even providing him with food and lodging, no matter how you think about it, this is something that no normal person could do, right?

"Then what about you? As a person with an unknown identity and even amnesia, I gave you a place to stay and even provided you with a living security, but you actually started to worry about me."

Chiaki Furuya said:

"Although I have lost my memory, I still have common sense..." the man said:

"Have common sense..." Jiangya Qianqiu laughed in silence.

"Hahaha, you don't need to have common sense. This island is not big. If you are a bad guy and want to escape from here, you must wait for a boat to escape. By then, the people on this island will have recognized you."

"If you are a bad guy, a criminal, it's too late to kill me now. I told you that this island is not big. Everyone will know about an interesting incident in less than a morning. The news of my disappearance cannot be concealed for that long. By then, you will be hunted down by everyone on the island. Do you think I would take someone in for no reason?"

The man was silent for a while, and then he said, "You saved me. How long have I been unconscious?"

"Half a day."

A bitter smile appeared on the man's face, a helpless smile.

"That means that everyone on the island already knows about me, and if I'm a bad guy, I've already been caught in a trap?"

"You used the idiom well... Yes, if you don't mind increasing your sentence by killing someone, you can try again and see if you can kill everyone on the island." Furuya Chiaki said, "But if you are not afraid of death, are you afraid of living?"

The man's eyes shifted to his hands. Fūya Chiaki did not urge him, but just silently waited for his decision.

The man sighed, his expression became calm again, he shook his head and said calmly:

"I've given up. Thank you. Please take me in."

"Now I'm worried that you're really a perverted murderer."

"Please don't tease me... By the way, if you can, please call me Zhen Xialong."

"Is that your name?"

"Yes, in this world, please call me by this name."

......

A man named Zhen Xialong came to the island recently.

It seems that this person was picked up by Grandpa Fōya, because he was seen when he was carrying him back, and someone else worked together to carry the person back. It is said that he was a young man.

Because this island requires a ship to travel back and forth, and the man seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, everyone was quite suspicious of this person and discussed how he had floated here.

Some said he was planning to commit suicide but was blown here by the ocean current, others said his ship was wrecked, and no one on the island seemed to have drowned, so no one could give a correct explanation, only rumors and speculation.

Although the transportation on this island is not very good, the communication is not bad. There is no signal coverage like in the remote villages in the inland. However, this man does not seem to care much about the outside world. After arriving in Weng Island, he helped Grandpa Fuuya with his work.

The young people who stayed on the island were more interested in him, while the older people were still speculating that he might be an alien from a crashed spaceship... Well, the latter is too sci-fi.

"Recently, Takumi and Akiko have been visiting you quite often. How do you feel about that?"

One evening, after finishing the farm work, although the island was small in the eyes of Chiaki Furiya, there were still dozens of people living here, relying on farm work and tourism. The hot spring hotel on the island seemed to be particularly attractive, unlike the remote and barbaric one that Xia Long had thought for a moment. There were even writers who came here specifically to recuperate.

The televisions on the island can basically be used normally, and the telephones are no exception. They are not isolated from the outside world at all. If he is really a murderer, he will probably be arrested within a day. Moreover, it is almost impossible for humans to swim out of here.

"Takumi came here out of curiosity about me. As for Akiko...she seems to read a lot, but she's unusually lively. Maybe she came here so kindly because I could chat with her."

"It's holiday now, but most of the kids are staying outside. Only those two are back now."

Takumi is the son of the farmer next door, but his school experience doesn't seem to be very pleasant. This is what Xia Long guessed through the conversation. On the other hand, Jingzi...she is the daughter of the hotel owner, so she came back so early because she needs to familiarize herself with the work of the hotel in the future.

However, she, who was used to living outside, seemed not so adapted to the daily routine on the island. Her parents still hoped that she would inherit the hotel business, and it would be best if they could find a son-in-law to marry into the family. However, she also hoped to make a name for herself outside, so she was very distressed. Since Xia Long could talk to her, she often sneaked over to chat with Jiang and Xia Long.

The above is what Chiaki Furiya said, but the fact is that her family's hotel business is booming, and inheriting the hotel is definitely not a bad thing.

Faced with the subtle hints from Xiangya Qianqiu, Xia Long was more than just at a loss whether to laugh or cry. These older generations were always accustomed to major matters such as marriage, but how could he possibly do something to a 16-year-old girl?

Besides, he wasn't in the mood.

Originally in his memory, he should have been dead. Why did he come here when he should have been dead?

And it just so happens that it is related to Ultraman.

"I'm going to go for a walk."

"come back earlier."

"it is good."

Xia Long was already able to smile and wave back, then open the door and walk out.

Walking on the beach at night, the sea breeze blows gently. It is already night, so there is no one around. Xia Long takes off his shoes and holds them in one hand, walking barefoot on the beach, feeling the sea water flowing over his skin and then flowing down, feeling the quietness of no one. Xia Long exhaled, restraining his impulse to lie on the beach, with a calm and gentle expression on his face.

He raised his head and stretched out his hand to cover the moon. The cold moonlight was mostly blocked by his hand, but in his sight, his hand was filled with black mist. On the back of his hand, a scarlet eye opened from the black mist and stared at him silently. Xia Long's expression gradually became cold, as if he was looking at a lowly and despicable insect, with a terrifying cruelty in his eyes.

"Crying is powerful, but now I am in control."

He muttered to himself, indifferently:

Xia Long squeezed hard, as if he wanted to crush something, and his eyes seemed to scream at the moment they disappeared.