[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

During the journey, Fushou and Kuroro had almost no communication. They were on the road rather than traveling.

It is expected to arrive at the end in five days, four days on board, and the third day the ship encountered wind and waves, which delayed the trip.

It was also the only day when the passengers were anxious and bored, Kuroro and Fuchao had the only conversation.

"I'm curious, you and Kurapika went through the same thing, why you took a completely different path from him. Is it due to nature or belief, which is very helpful for my theological and anthropological research."

Kuroro revealed his true purpose.

"Some people say that entrusting faith is tantamount to ruining one's life, teaching people to be resigned, and having a good heart is powerless to fight. Others say that having no faith is a waste of life."

For some reason, he avoided mentioning the possible existence of a "god" mentioned by Fuchao.

"Your personal resentment is shallow, but your hatred for the public is deep. I can feel that your beliefs are very strong. This should be the reason why you can take practical actions to achieve this level."

"Like my blood, my faith is not pure." Fufu replied, "What you feel should be my hatred for my faith."

Having experienced half his life in multiple worlds, he has fallen in capital, interests and transactions, and at the same time has a clearer understanding of the essence of human beings, society and the world.

"You are directly responsible for the indiscriminate disaster of the Kuruta tribe. The root cause should be the distorted taste of those organ collectors and the existence of Meteor Street."

"Then you thought that even if you restore Kuruta completely, if they suffer another misfortune..."

"I thought about it."

There is no light in the rich eyes, only the perseverance is amazing.

"I do not know."

On the seventh day, Kuroro received a rich reward and came to the sea to the east of Kukulu Mountain.

"He sank at the bottom of this deep ocean."

For revenge, Kurapika cultivated the power to shorten his life. Long before the world began to merge, he collected the red eyes of all the people of his tribe, and sank into the deep sea with the corpses of the brigade members. Only Kuroro survived.

Fufu hoped to find half of the falsehood from Kuroro's narration and demeanor, but he failed, what Kuroro said was true.

He didn't move for a while, and he hasn't clearly confirmed the authenticity of the matter.

Because he dreamed many times that he had earned enough money, the last bloodline of the Kuruta clan was cut off.Now that the scene in his dream was almost reappearing, he suspected that this was another horrible nightmare. When he woke up, he would continue to work hard to make money, and Kurapika would appear vividly to welcome the returning clansmen with him.

It doesn't matter if that piece of land doesn't come back, as long as people are there, they can always rebuild their homes, as long as people are there.

However, it seems impossible.

He kept thinking, there must be another way, the Kuruta tribe might have unknown survivors.

He recalled that he had asked God this question when he signed the first transaction contract, and he shook his head slowly and firmly.

The six worlds that traveled back and forth, the 900 study and work day and night, the more than 30 court cases of fly camp and dog investigation, the [-] tons of brilliant gold earned in the dark, all in the horror of shaking their heads lost in.

"Kurapikata," Fukuo asked, "how did he end up? Is he free?"

Kuroro gave an affirmative answer.

"Is it better to hate? Like Kurapika, I should take revenge, not..."

"It's different. It's not a matter of hatred and revenge. It's because he met a good man earlier..."

Fuchao didn't understand, and didn't listen. He hesitated and turned around slowly twice, as if the blood flow in his whole body would be disordered if he moved too fast. How could he wishful thinking for the transaction under the unstable situation of only one bloodline left? Busy?This is the problem, which haunts him like a shadow, but he deliberately ignores it.

When he believed in God devoutly, his hometown and clansmen were not blessed. He changed to believe in money, but it was ruthless and unworthy of it. After all, belief means that people can do what they want, but they can’t promise what they say!

His mind was blank and filled with all kinds of crazy ideas, but frankly speaking, he has been sober until now, and he has ignored the facts for too long.There was also a moment when he felt strangely relieved by this kind of justice, the ease with which the cross collapsed and the blood flowed out.

Equivalent exchange, the world is fair only in this respect, everything is equivalent exchange.

Fortunately, he stripped off the red eyes before he approached that astronomical figure by all means and did not humiliate the blood of the Kuruta clan.

This idea suddenly made him hate his own talent, the so-called talent of seeing weaknesses and amassing money, otherwise he wouldn't have to suffer so much for nothing, and he would immediately find another way or commit suicide in despair after hearing the figure of 30 tons of gold. As for the drag so far.

But in the end, like a life-hungry man who has fallen from a cliff, he feels unbearable pure pain and boundless despair. He can stand up so quickly after the catastrophe, because of his delusional conviction that he can rely on himself With the power to bring Kuruta back, he just bid farewell to his tribe and left his hometown for a short time. Soon, not to mention soon, he will return sooner or later.

Now, the fantasy has completely come to naught, and the thoughts are surging layer upon layer, covered by huge waves of pain, and there is no more consolation.

The past is dead and the future is unimaginable.

He can't go back to Kuruta, there is no Kuruta in the world, and money can't redeem his life, that's the truth.

He's been pretending to be mature for too long, during which he has been materialistically harsh on himself, and now it's like a miser comedy, including the death of the girl who was not beautiful but he loved, and now thinking about it, they are all equally stupid and ridiculous... ...Why can't he laugh?

In one breath, he became extremely old, yet naively young, like a child who was growing old rapidly, and the characteristics of the two ages coexisted in him with violent contradictions.

The world dragged him to grow up, telling him that everything was on the other side, he stumbled, his head was bloodied, his body was smelly, and when he finally got there, he found that there was nothing, that's all, he found that everything was there, except what he wanted .

How had he come to live in such a state of misery and despair?

He raised his head and looked up at the golden stars in the bright night sky. The endless mysterious and vague universe twisted and rotated under his eyes, gathered and collapsed into a point, and replaced by an endless, silent, deep darkness, and finally darkness. It gradually became transparent and turned into a crimson nothingness.

Do evil deeds with the most sincere goodwill, and bear the deepest kindness.

As soon as his obsessions became empty, his entire spirit and belief, which was already heavily in debt and full of cracks, were shattered, and his already overwhelmed backbone was destroyed by the gold hills he had accumulated. He knew that he could not survive, lost How can the red life not wither under the gaze of red.

So, he stabbed the heart decisively with the dagger that had failed to cut his throat.