[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

Doesn't this well-meaning robber want to see this?

A dramatic scene in which the orphans of the Extinct Clan are devoured by misfortune and commit suicide.

But in the final analysis, what he did was to make Fuchao recognize the reality, just like Fuchao made Meihui recognize the reality. How many people in this world can completely recognize the reality and not die?

Fuchao doesn't care about making him happy, at least making this futile life worthwhile, but why did he intervene again?

His wrist was grabbed by Kuroro, unable to move.

"I'm sorry," Kuroro said, "That was not my intention."

"If possible," Fu Chou raised his head and looked directly at Kuroro. "One day, poisoning, shooting, hanging, drowning, beheading, beheading, Ling Chi, I will inflict on you and everyone you know one by one."

Kurolo let go.

This is a cliff facing the sea. Fucho retreated facing Kuroro and stepped on the edge of the cliff. The waves roared and slapped the cliff under his feet.

Kuroro suddenly realized that Fufu made him think that he, like Kurapika, fell into despair and went to another extreme of despair. There was nothing special and not worthy of interest, so as to get rid of the shackles.

Even at this time, Fuchao instinctively knew what the other party wanted.

"You only know what other people want, but you don't know what you want. Why do you choose to die now?"

Without saying a word, Fu Fu fell backwards, falling into the tumbling tide accompanied by the whistling wind.

There is no revolving door, only infinite darkness and silence. This is not the first time he drowned. At that time, he used his ability to survive, but this time he will not.

He originally thought he would sink to the bottom of the sea, and the salty smell of seawater remained in his nostrils, but he opened his eyes in the fresh water, and saw the Kobe Bridge across the river. There were magical fluctuations in the air. It was not an ordinary world. He probably just happened to fall into it. In the unstable gap between the fusion worlds, I entered another world.

Fuchao was very impatient, and with a sense of persistence that even he loathed, he stood up from the pebbles in the shallow water and walked towards the center of the river again.

Wading in the turbulent river, the water flowed over his chest, and it became more and more difficult to breathe. Floating and sinking in the turbulence, he had no fear. This was not the moment he was closest to death, but it was the loneliest moment in his sad life. The even worse experience of death has consumed his imagination, and his thinking has stopped. What was Meihui thinking when she was lying on the railroad tracks?

For some reason, the river water fluctuated in a wide range, and human voices appeared in my ears.

Then someone picked up Fuchao and brought him to the embankment, and the passers-by in the distance didn't pay much attention to him.

"Sir, you are safe." The handsome man with two guns said to him politely, "Please leave as soon as possible."

Fuchou probably understood the situation, there was a monster in this river, and he was rescued by this demon slayer who had no human breath.

For a moment he felt like he was the star of a play, except that his was a bad play, made up by a widower or a bitch.

Regardless of the direction and scenery, Fuchao walked against the gradually gathering crowd, thinking about everything and nothing, absent-minded, instinctively moved his legs, away from them and himself.

Whenever things go wrong, any misfortune will come your way. He has been running around for many days, coupled with the emotional shock, the tight string in his head was broken, and the breath he had been holding was relieved.

The moment he lost consciousness, he hoped never to open these eyes that should have been gouged out long ago.

……

"What disease?"

When he opened his eyes again, he appeared on a European-style bed, and a person's inquiry came from across the door.

"Neurosis." Another person replied, "the doctor said that it is a wide range of neurological disorders. It is a series of psychological disorders caused by psychological stress and excessive thinking or work and living environment. In addition, the burden of the body and irregular diet all the year round There was a lot of damage to the patient's organs and optic nerve."

"In short, it sounds like people are useless?"

"The body is almost like this." The man asked cautiously, "Is this also your servant?"

"A slave."

"But there is no magic power fluctuation on this person, so it is impossible to belong to the Throne of Heroic Spirits. Could it be from the Sumerian Dynasty..."

The conversation was far away, and there was a knock on the door. Fuchou probably guessed that someone had picked him up, and this person was a part of his shameful life.

"Hello, bastard."

Fuchao was indifferent, as Gilgamesh called him so in the past.

"Say a word and die?"

"roll."

"..."

Tohsaka Tokiomi, who stayed at the door, was surprised to find that Gilgamesh was not angry, but laughed instead.

"In the past, you obeyed under the king's throne, and after taking away one of the king's treasury, I will be hardened to see you again."

After a few worlds gone, he also became violent.

He is partly responsible for the PTSD of the well-paid blond hair and red eyes. This man who used to pretend to be kind and gentle is now somehow arrogant.

Gilgamesh glanced at Tohsaka, who bowed slightly and closed the door behind him.

Then he walked across to Fuchou, a step away from the bed, and looked down at Fuchou condescendingly. Sunlight came in through the well-lit windows, soaking half of his face in darkness, and the red pupils in the light were like blood.

"I didn't expect to see you again, but I expected that if I saw you again, you would be in such a miserable state."

"The Great Prophet."

Ignoring Rich's sarcasm, he asked.

"Remember Lu Rang?"

In a certain year, the only mixed-bred thoroughbred horse left in the palace horse's plague, Fu paid him in exchange for its freedom.

"Knowing that its fate would not be good if it was released into the wilderness, this king let it go. Knowing that it was unaccompanied in the wilderness, it was difficult to walk, and it left food and grass without any worries. It was glorious and had feelings for me, so it still pursued freedom. "

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Fifth years after you left, when hunting a tiger, this king found its hoof nails in the tiger's den."

The rich man was speechless, looking out of the window unfocused.

"I've lived beyond time constraints so far, and what I miss the most is the days when time was limited in life." Gilgamesh gradually showed a familiar demeanor in his quiet words, "Whether there is time or not, timing is everything." It is very important, if you met me five years later, the relationship between you and me would not be so unbearable, but without you as a variable, I may not be me five years later."

"Did you study abroad with Ole?"

"This may have something to do with philosophy, but it has more to do with you. I want to confirm that I have something else for you besides humiliation and contempt."

"At least you gave me a very high self-awareness. A ton of gold at a time, no slave is worth that price."

Hearing Fu Fu's sarcasm, he smiled: "It's the side of you that is exposed now that was previously hidden under the obedient appearance that made me notice you."

"You were born noble, you are the only one who respects you, everyone loves you, but you can't bear the disgust of a slave, so I'm not surprised at your arrogance now."

"It's not just your disgust. I believe that there is no one in the world who doesn't love me, and there is no thing in the world that I can't change."

Fuchao understood what he wanted to say.

"I don't care how you got yourself into such a situation. I don't sympathize, let alone feel that it is fate. Fatalism is just nonsense. I only regret that you are a good person in your soul, but you insist on blackening your soul and emptying other people's interests. Measuring too clearly, refusing to pursue my own pleasure.”

"It is the other that makes man, and it is impossible for man to live only for himself."

"One cannot live only for others."

"Self and others, your balance is different from mine, and you don't have to convince me."

Gilgamesh paused.

"There is a universal wishing machine, the Holy Grail."

"what?"

"People's great misfortunes are usually caused by things that go wrong. The Holy Grail is the embodiment of desire and can ignore the destiny."

Fu Chou was stunned for a long time.

There it was again, and again began a hope that would sooner or later be dashed.

"Do you want the Holy Grail?" Gilgamesh asked, going straight to the depths, "Is it because you can't let go of your obsession, or because you can't let go of the desire to survive alone?"

The rich are silent.

"Obsession is sometimes an illusion created by the consciousness of survival. It is an absurd belief that people use to fight against bad luck. I have seen souls that really give up their lives. They are dull and sick."

"The sun goes down and people get sick."

"What kind of experience can make the sun no longer rise? What kind of suffering can destroy the light? I believe in the power of the sun and the human heart. Only naive people who have never seen the light will feel that there is nothing in the world. Without nostalgia, there is nothing to live in life.”

After all, Gilgamesh is the king who has meditated in the long river of time.

But not only can he not answer all the questions, but some questions are not answered.

Fuchao reluctantly stayed here until the evening.

"Sir," Tohsaka saw that he was about to leave the house, "what are you going to do?"

"Dye your hair." Fuchou pointed to his black hair, which was half white.

Tohsaka asked Gilgamesh for instructions on the weird excuse of rich rewards, but the king ignored it and just said.

"Lu Jean will not come back."

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In the late second century AD, the Roman Emperor Mark Aurelius wrote the philosophical work "Meditations".