The story of justice as a Tucao servant

63. We are all children, longing for the love that has long gone.

[The snow, which was originally crystal clear, mischievously got into the unavoidable black smoke, and stained the earth after being blackened.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Obviously he looks only about 15 years old, but the blond boy keeps coughing like a dying old man. His thin body leans against the dilapidated mud wall, as if the next second It will turn into ethereal bubbles and disappear.

A fishy-sweet breath filled his throat, and the spit out blood flowers were dotted with the boy's patched clothes.

(I probably... can't play with you anymore, Lance——) The boy rolled himself into a ball, trying in vain to resist the cold wind that kept blowing in from the crack in the wall.

The young boy's blue pupils, like the blue sky and the vast blue sea that have long been invisible, gradually began to slacken. He lowered his head, lost his mind, and began to mutter nonsense, "I'm not reconciled, cough cough cough, I am clearly so Thirst for life, wait for that with hope..."

"—Is it a miracle?" The healthy and clear voice belonging to the boy came in from nowhere, interrupted, or rather completed the unfinished words of the blond boy.

"!! Who are you...?" With the last effort, the blond boy raised his head and looked at the owner of the voice that suddenly appeared.

Red, as hot as a flame, seems to burn people.It was a red-haired boy who was about the same age as himself, shining like the sun, even in this snowy winter day, he was only wearing a thin and rustic swordsman's short suit, showing his two pointed canine teeth, blooming with vigor exuberant smile.

They were strangers, and they had never seen this red-haired boy before, but the salty tears still fell to their lips uncontrollably, and they swallowed them willingly.

"Cough, cough, cough...why..."

(Why is it so familiar, why do I want to cry? It was an irrelevant stranger who suddenly appeared at the end of my life, why did it...) The boy cried, vented, and roared in his heart .

"You are Alan, right? My name is Fei Aiwei. If you don't mind, can you tell me your story? At the end of your life." He said something that sounded very offensive, as if he had known him for many years Like an old friend, the red-haired boy sat cross-legged next to the blond boy very familiarly.

On this cold day when the snow was blowing, the red-haired boy was like a huge furnace, trying to melt everything around him, warming the already frozen body of the blond boy.

"My...story? Cough cough cough..." Without further entanglement with why this unexpected guest knew his name, the blond boy just asked a little dullly.

"That's right, after all, it's boring to die alone like this? You see, I even prepared the paper and pen for recording~" While talking, the red-haired boy still seemed to be annoyed. Just like that, he took out his notebook and quill.

"Cough cough, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha... No matter who you are, then, thank you anyway." As if returning to the light, the blond boy gathered his broken expression and started Burning the last life, telling his own humble story.

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The teenager never met his parents.

(Maybe he was abandoned from birth?) This idea has been echoing in the boy's mind since he was sensible.

The one who depends on him for life is his elder brother who is very impulsive no matter what he does.

"Big idiot."—that's what the boy called him every time.

That idiot could only smile silly to himself.

Two people, even in the slums, are the bottom robbed.

He was beaten and teased as a pumping bag.

It was that idiot brother who stood in front of the boy again and again.

Born to be disliked, they never had a name.

"Let's call Lance and Alan, your name is Alan, I'm Lance~ It's settled, don't go back on your word!"

(It's obviously a unilateral decision.) The boy puffed up his face and thought angrily.

——Even though his face was still bruised and bruised, even though his swollen face made it difficult to speak clearly, the idiot still smiled cheerfully and said.

In the farthest corner of the slum is a place they can call home.

Every night, we gnawed together the moldy bread that we had snatched and was soaked in sweat.Looking at the night sky looking for the legendary star.

There was nothing in the sky shrouded in steam.

In the dark and deep clouds, the stars are crying.

The stars are watching, wanting to help, but unable to.

Why do humans destroy the blue sky?

Why do human beings set up strict levels?

Why do humans hurt each other?

This is the voice of the stars, and the boy can hear it.

Even so, the two brothers are still looking forward to tomorrow for the sake of living and dreaming.

Growing up day by day, under the gray sky.

I have no money to go to school, so I can only look enviously at those children who carry their schoolbags and sit in the steam car.

Totally two worlds.

"I will definitely let Alan go to school!" This is the oath of the fool.

Because there is no money, because of poverty, even dreams are so humble.

Snuggle up to each other, gather together for warmth, and lick the invisible wound.

Teenagers are being bullied today.

Today, my brother is also bruised all over because of his youth.

"I'm very happy!" A fool will always be a fool, saying what a fool would say.

The two brothers walked out of the slums and came to the outside world.

A world forever filled with steam and dust.

Teenagers are selling newspapers in the square.

My brother went to work in a cement factory.

Black chimneys belching gray smoke.

Constantly devouring, constantly gathering.

The stars are watching, the stars are crying.

Worm-like humans, driving steam cars that emit various exhaust fumes.

"The money will be enough right away!" At some point, this sentence became the idiot's catchphrase.

The boy just shook his head.

It is no longer needed.

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The boy who sold the newspaper fell ill.

It seemed that he had inhaled too much smoke and had a severe lung disease.

The indifferent citizens are discussing this news as a piece of candy for afternoon tea.

Teenager coughing in bed.

It's not a very serious disease, but they don't even look down on doctors.

My brother knocked on every doctor's door.

But no one can come to heal the boy.

"It's almost time to call a doctor."

He has always been a fool, so there will be a day of panic.

The chimney never stopped breathing that black smoke.

The elder brother worked harder in the factory.

My brother didn't come home all night.

The boy covered his chest and coughed alone, but still insisted on standing at the door and waiting for that idiot blue figure.

"I heard that a boy fell into the rock crusher."

"Ah, it's really scary, it really is a barbaric factory."

Today's topic that is popular in the streets and alleys.

(Liar! Liar!)

The teenager finally had a sum of money to go to the hospital.

Along with the pension, there is also a solidified, fired cement.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"That idiot! Big idiot! Lance...... Brother!"

Teenagers are waiting to die.

Star wants to help.

But it is covered by black smoke and steam,

Can't do anything.

Donating the money to the orphanage, the boy returns to a place he can no longer call home.

Full of fear, looking forward to death.

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The blond boy fell asleep, so he fell asleep peacefully.

Closing his eyes for him, the red-haired boy who had been taking notes stood up and stretched lazily.

"A star... Anyway, thank you for taking care of it."

The house began to burn, and the dark flames melted the accumulated white snow, covering up the original color.

"Have a good dream, Ellen. Goodbye."】

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"Protest! Protest! What kind of messed up story is this www!!!"

The blond boy angrily jumped on the red-haired boy's back, rode on top of him, and made a fuss.

"That's right, such a powerful character as my young master was killed by you in the middle of the process, Bermanit, your story is too bad!" The blue-haired boy beside him also started to boo.

"Don't be ashamed, you idiot. The point is that this guy dared to use our two names to make such a story!" While holding on to the boy's red hair, the boy did not forget to kick Little buddy kick.

The red-haired boy also hugged the blue-haired boy helplessly, coaxing softly:

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, next time I will make up a story that is more Allen and more Lance."

"Hundan! You really are looking for a fight!"

Just as the three of them were playing around, a serious voice interrupted the play time after the story.

"Master Führer, some experimental subjects have rioted."

A brown-skinned man stands respectfully at the door and will report.

The boy put away his lazy and cynical look, put Alan and Lance down, touched their heads, and said with a trace of complaint and joke:

"Lloyd, you are too reserved. It's all about family members, so relax. Also, it's not good to discuss these things in front of children."

"You don't care how much we are, okay? We are not children anymore!" As soon as the words came out, the two boys cried out unwillingly.

"Haha, hey, hey, you are not kids anymore, so I'll excuse you for a moment, you go find other kids or brother Kerrett to play on your own."

As he said that, the boy went out with his extremely trusting secretary-general.

(That's right, my friends........) The boy thought, frowned, covered his nose in disgust, and stepped into the noisy world of steam outside.

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"Hoo......Hoo......——"

The monster is crying.

Broken utensils, scattered organs, blood splattered and corpses everywhere.

Why is the monster crying?

"Woooooooooooooooooo..."

The monster that was once a human squatted on the ground and howled loudly.

"Experiment 1230, um! It's you! It's really surprising!" With an excited and lively tone, the boy's voice came from behind the door.

"Ohh Ohh ohh........"

"I'm the one who should be crying, right? After losing so many talents at once, Corrett is going to curse again, hey——"

"Tell me, your troubles. Tell me—"

The boy didn't dislike that ugly monster at all, and stretched out his hand to him, making a honey-like invitation.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

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Vomiting, feces, sex.

Everyday words that should be taken for granted, swearing.

This is a means of self-preservation.

Whether tomorrow will be different, I don't know.

But today, the broken body, with the heart gouged out, is still wriggling like a walking dead.

Humanity.

lovely you.

—The slums of Pori.

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Teenagers never believed in gods.

He is no different from a god, and in the endless time, what unfolds is the story of time.

After searching again and again, all I found were my dying friends.

A mockery of fate.

into madness.

The polluted world, the frenzy of steam, the root cause is—the boy's own sin.

Until, the boy discovered the secret of the stars.

In the orphanage, a pair of newborn brothers were just picked up by the headmaster.

This is the guidance of the stars.

The boy finally found one of the reasons for wandering in endless time.

praise,

God of the stars.

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