[Skeleton Gang] Wheat Field With Crows

If the fault of one of them is not enough to convict, but their combined faults make me commit a crime, and I have to bear the crimes of all of them as an individual, then what criminal law can judge their combined crimes? ? "

"If not, how can the laws be equal?"

"There is no equality as a foundation, and what promotes its establishment is not human violence?"

"Then why claim to be civilized?"

"Let yourself be distinguished from other species in nature, but expand your desire to consume many times your own resources, and do things that even the so-called lower animals do not do?"

"It is because there are no natural enemies that it will grow without restraint."

"So the only thing I have to do is to become the natural enemy of the world. Clean it with blood."

The world-weary words that the prisoner revealed in the only quarrel became a nightmare to haunt him.

Before he finds a complete answer that can convince himself first, he will only keep silent to everyone.

The myth of Zero's jailbreak was broken, and the rumors of unclean activities almost made him appear in entertainment newspapers.

He became a prison guard who shamed the prison, unable to stay here. The pressure from his parents' family and his first girlfriend and fiancee made him more restrained.

What's ridiculous is that whenever he felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, he would think about the weight of this tiny dust, far from enough to make a murderer commit a crime.Then, as an ordinary young man with correct three views, he doesn't have to break down and explode because of this.

So his inner personality never appeared again.

It seems to have been chasing the unshackled prisoner.

Mr. Prison Guard.

Am I guilty?

That voice echoed in the middle of the night, gradually no longer an aggressive and questioning tone, but a thick and quiet sadness like mist.

Stuck in his lungs.

He changed jobs, and the company he worked for was at the end of the city, and he had to take the subway for more than an hour to get to and from get off work.

On the way, he was used to looking at walls, pillars, and various corners, full of fear and anticipation for that person's wanted warrant.He organizes the papers that are headed to the manager's office every morning, scanning every section, and never misses a missing person notice.

After coming home from get off work, I would curl up on the sofa and watch the evening news, and often fell asleep like this until I was awakened by the sound of snowflakes from the TV.

Then it was daytime again.

Day after day, winter after winter.

He felt that the heavy calendar was always torn to the bottom suddenly.

Suddenly one day every newspaper newspaper, every TV channel, and every voice in the subway said that Venice had sunk into the sea and African species had disappeared.

Where and where the war begins.

Which front is extending to the city.

He bent down dazedly to pick up the leaflets dropped by the helicopter, and read words that resembled both Plato and Fascism.

The cold wind frantically passed through the gaps in the buildings, rolling up the scattered snow-white papers into the sky, sweeping across the sight with a loud noise.The airflow is broken up by the propeller.

He looked up dazedly.

The sky was as blue as the abyss.

The holographic projection news host on the top floor of the building is speaking the beginning with the same sentence pattern every day.Her gentle and solemn voice told the time.

The date seemed familiar.

But it is already [-].

September 162018 [-] Windy

Then he couldn't remember his own age and the age of the world more and more.

Numbers lose their meaning when they accumulate for a long time.

That war went around in the panic of the whole city, and within a few years, it died like all the wars in history. It was rumored that the creator of the war finally pulled the trigger on his own temple, but no one could find the crash. Corpses in the trench.

The soaring prices gradually eased, and Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was almost laid off, returned to a life without anxiety all day long.

When he went to the store with his wife and daughter to choose Christmas tree ornaments, he found that he had completely lost interest in the bells and candles that he liked very much in childhood, and he had no intention of knowing about those new gadgets even if they were as magical as magic.His wife also stood tenderly by the side, looking at her daughter's excited face in a daze.

Overwhelmingly, he felt his own aging.

Hearing his daughter's chirping and cheerful voice, he took the basket of odd ornaments and paid at the cashier.

The machine beeps and reads the code quickly.

His daughter suddenly exclaimed a certain name and jumped happily at another girl.Probably the friend she talked about all day, he glanced over there.

It was the girl's mother who had his full attention.

Dark blue hair and eyes, right eye covered by slightly longer bangs.

He felt that the air in his lungs was almost exhausted, until the woman and the child pushed open the glass door and disappeared into the traffic. He withdrew his distracted gaze, picked up the next decoration and gently brushed it across the sensing table, his fingers trembling.

It took a few seconds to remember how many years ago the memory rolled over and hit him, and the hazy voice polished by time suddenly invaded the entire space.

"My sister is just like me, except I don't have a right eye. You can recognize it with genetic hair like that."

"Please say happy birthday to her for me and tell her I'm on vacation in another country."

It was a voice that was about to be forgotten by the world.

But it is still soft and graceful, like the last nobleman among the colorful floats.

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"Your elder brother, he once asked me something..."

"...I see, thank you, Sawada-san."

Coulom smiled shyly, "But there is no need to hide it. I already knew that my brother was caught by the police when he disappeared."

"Eh?"

"Later, my brother found us and asked me to keep something, saying that he helped you find it from its collector."

Sawada Tsunayoshi watched the woman walk out of the living room.

His daughter and Coulom's children have hung the Christmas tree in the living room into a light bulb field. The colorful lights confused the tone of the whole house, and the snowflakes falling slowly outside the window were also painted by the light inside the house.

She took back a hard cover notebook, spread it out on her knees, carefully took out the thick paper inside, and handed it to him.

In the dazzling colorful light, he struggled to make out that it was a print of an oil painting.

The brush strokes are restless, and the fine color blocks of red gold and black blue are attracting and distorting each other, creating a terrifying and seductive illusion.

And shocking colors that don't blend together are like being alone forever.

The paper is folded, then carefully unfolded and flattened.

In the blank part at the bottom, the small and brief introductory text stated that after more than ten hours of finishing this painting, before the paint dried completely, the artist aimed the muzzle at his heart and pulled the trigger.

The white space above is cut off.

"Well, he said he cut it out for the escape." Collom explained apologetically.

Sawada Tsunayoshi seemed afraid that the sound would disturb the sleeping particles on the painting, so he told her in a very soft voice that there was no need to apologize.Fingertips slowly stroked the yellowed and incomplete edges.

The printed title can be vaguely spelled out.

The Crow on the Wheat Field 1990 [-]

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