【Shining】Fallen

In the 162th year of the α-224 planetary calendar, on April 4th, the artificial planet imitated the earth's ecology to produce four seasons with an automatic circulation system, and the output temperature was constant. The temperature in spring brought a little coolness, but Enkidu felt a slight scorching heat in his blood vessels .

The blond-haired man walked through the hail of bullets like no one else, and all the automatic beam guns seemed to have eyes, and they were rolling their wheels to avoid his path. People kept falling at his feet, and he didn't even look at them. , walking straight in the direction of Enkidu.

Enkidu felt the little patch of skin behind his ear tighten as he got closer.

This is not right, Enkidu said in his heart, forcing himself to ignore a certain tightening emotion in his heart.

It is only natural that the automatic beam gun in the narrow space does not attack him. Since Enkidu appeared in the narrow space, the managers of the 6 areas all know him, and all the suppression attacks will consciously avoid him, even because of the similar faces Shammut, who appeared on the scene, will also be spared.

But this blond-haired man is different. He is clearly so out of place with Zazama. He caused a commotion in most of the Zazama area, vandalized it, and even stepped into the cleaning site. So there was a slight objection.

He must be a big shot from the sky, Enkidu thought, and Shamut would embroider and sell small patterns in his spare time. On this planet, handmade things are always very popular. The more advanced the technology is, the more people respect "handmade." Goods like "handmade" seem to make them feel special and superior to handmade products that are different from more exquisite machine products.

The blond man's attire from head to toe is almost all hand-sewn products. To put it bluntly, his body, excluding the protective cover, is the income of the entire narrow room for a whole year.But strangely, he didn't seem to care much about his attire. When he stepped on the red carpet with those expensive leather shoes, he stepped on the red carpet with the same force as when he stepped on the mud.Generally speaking, people would say that a piece of jewelry sets off a noble and conspicuous person, but he is not. All decorations are just decorations for him. His brilliance comes from himself and has nothing to do with external objects.

The blond man stopped in front of Enkidu, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"what are you doing here?"

At the same time as he opened his mouth, the church bell rang on the hour, the sound of the beam gun was silent, and the chaotic fighting surrounded the surroundings. All kinds of people picked up the nearest tools and howled angrily to meet the automatic beam gun. The noise was extremely noisy. , The shock made people's ears hurt.And his voice is so clear, it seems to be swaying in the heart with the bell.

"..." Enkidu paused, and recovered his vocal cords, "...to watch the sunset."

The blond man sneered unceremoniously: "Here? Now? It's a strange hobby. Guys in the narrow room like to look at the scenery with blood reflected? Thank you for being able to ignore these roars."

Enkidu closed his eyes slightly, his pupils were light in color, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell through the misty grid and refracted fine pieces of light in his eyes, like some kind of inorganic glass.

"They didn't ask me for help," he said.

A narrow person would never ask others for help.

You will see their struggling arms, the point of the knife piercing into the heart and lungs, deprivation of civil rights, hoarse cry of pain, sickness and death in pieces, violence and bestiality are always showing their power, you will realize that this is indeed the abyss of exile, but In this abyss you will never hear a cry for help.

"This is their way of life," Enkidu said. "It's not a rare sight. Countless lives are lost every day in this world."

"Countless lives? Huh -- is it possible that in your opinion, poultry and human beings have the same weight?" The blond man looked slightly indifferent, "Arrogant guy, who do you think you are, you think you are standing in the sky and say Do you say something like this—when does an exile who doesn’t even have citizenship rights have such qualifications?”

"Ah, it's the same." He replied calmly.

"..."

The blond man narrowed his eyes slightly and approached him. Enkidu could even smell a slight metallic icy smell on the man. This smell reminded him of silvery white steel or shiny gold. Hard and shiny metal.He looked down at Enkidu, as if he didn't know how to look at others since he was born.

"You guy—is it a weapon?" The man commented with the corners of his mouth down, and resumed his original expressionless face, "You have no self, and you don't care about other people's opinions—you only care about whether someone gives you orders, even I don’t have any judgment on whether I want to follow this order, I just obey, never think about it—what’s the difference between you and a beast? No, a beast at least has instincts and emotions, while you are just programs and instructions.”

Enkidu moved slightly, and raised his eyes, the pupils reflecting the blood color of the setting sun.At this moment, he restrained his habitual smile, and his whole person looked cold and inorganic.

The screams in the square gradually weakened, the river of blood slowly dipped into the floor tiles, the corpses were stacked on top of each other, the automatic beam gun frame rolled across the ground, and carefully cleaned up the dying fish that slipped through the net. After a few minutes, the square fell into complete silence.

After a while, the scavengers would come to dispose of the body, and the cleaning robots would clean up the entire area.In half a day, the place will be clean and tidy again.

It was as if the blood had never appeared before.

After the blond man left, Enkidu sat quietly in the square for a long time, until the setting sun was completely swallowed by the horizon, and the sky was covered with gray night.

He came home late at night, and Shammut was still sitting by the window, embroidering the lace of his handkerchief.

"You're back," she smiled, and then a slight doubt appeared on her face, "Did something happen...?"

Enkidu shook his head, and sat down at Shamut's feet, resting his head lightly on her knee.

He couldn't smile now, or rather, he was imitating Shammut's smile, and he didn't really care what the meaning of that smile was, after all.

"I..." He hesitated, the word rarely appeared on him, "Shamut... I... don't look like a human?"

Shammut put down the handkerchief, and asked curiously and gently: "What's the matter? Did someone say something to you? ... But you never cared what others said."

Enkidu looked up at her.Under the dim light, Shamut tilted her head slightly, a few strands of hair fell on her shoulders, and the soft shadows sprinkled on her eyelashes, and filled her eyes gently.

So beautiful, so beautiful.

As beautiful as she was when she was about to die.

Enkidu still remembered the first time he met Shamut.

He has a good memory, remembering that it was raining that day, people were hurrying, beggars hid under the narrow eaves, huddled together and snored.

At that time, he had just finished a job, his fingertips still had a touch of heat, and he was wearing a cloak and wandering through the dark streets and alleys like a ghost.

When he was passing a path, a naked man was suddenly thrown out of the wall from the back door and smashed heavily into the mud.

It was a woman, with long curly black hair covering most of her upper body, her white skin was covered with red and swollen welts, and dirty liquid and blood mixed all over the floor.She lay quietly on the ground, breathing so lightly that she could hardly hear her.

Enkidu wanted to turn a blind eye to it. Dead people are commonplace in the narrow space. The headquarters of this back door is the well-known Randall family in Strelitzia District, and its power is so powerful that it can be connected with Tianji.The thrown corpses will be disposed of after a while without leaving any traces.

He didn't care about her life or death, he just walked past her.

The woman turned her head sideways, her body sank slightly into the wet soil, without a trace of strength, she couldn't even open her eyes, her whole body was stained with blood.As if she had a premonition of her own death, amidst the peaceful sound of dripping rain, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly revealed a smile, like a huge tree entangled in its roots and stretching out its dead branches, silently To meet the death situation that will fall in the next second... Life and death are intertwined on her soft and pale body at the same time, so beautiful, so beautiful, like flowers blooming in the mud.

I don't know why, but at that moment, this smile touched his empty heart.

Enkidu stopped, and for the first time in his life, the idea of ​​what he wanted to do came up.

He squatted down, gently lifted the woman's bruised body, and brushed away her long wet hair.

He saw a face very similar to his own, but didn't care.He chose to take her away not because of her face, but because of that momentary smile.

He also knew who she was, the most famous and beautiful prostitute in Hazama, who survived by physical attachment.It's not her fault, when people do something to survive, it shouldn't be blamed.It is the world that should be blamed.

Enkidu took off his cloak and covered her, and picked her up.The woman in his arms was so light that he seemed to be blown away by the wind. He hugged her and disappeared into the back alley without a sound.

……

Shammut put his arms around his shoulders, and the moonlight outside the window fell on her black hair, shimmering like water.

"No problem," she said softly, "when a certain day comes, when you meet someone who can make you smile from the bottom of your heart, you will definitely get what you want."