[Comprehensive] Ambition Execution

"...The evil spirits bring chaos, the world is plunged into blood, the ruins are burned in the fire, and human beings are distorted in Picasso's canvas..."

"...the savior with powerful witchcraft appeared...the evil spirits turned into nothingness under the wizard's scepter...he sealed the gates of hell with enchanted blood, and the poisonous flames of hell can no longer lick the world... "

"...People are afraid of this powerful power to destroy the world, so the world hates him..."

"...the flames of fear and jealousy drive the hero down from the altar...the people draw the fire of hell in the central square and burn him..."

"...White flames crawled on the body, leaving traces, like ancient rust, and eventually even the soul fell into decay..."

"...The flames engulfed him, and before he died, the energy of magic power poured into the sky along the punishment pillar, and the dark clouds were densely covered. It seemed that the dark clouds of the whole world were rushing here..."

"...The wizard who was incinerated into ashes in the poisonous flames used all the remaining energy to cast a curse. The curse and the ashes of the soul's emptiness filled the square and spread to the surroundings..."

"...the curse of the wizard—whoever witnesses the pain in this body will bear his pain and repay his pain...Eternal life, passed down from generation to generation...From then on, the whole city has fallen into ruin..."

Old books were scattered around Amon, and in his hand was a notebook with a black leather cover—it was the diary left by Uncle-Grandpa Jason—he once stood in the central square and looked at it ignorantly when he was a child. The flames melted the wizard and the iron chain, and the witnesses of history who are now dead.

"So it's not a skin disease, but a trace of burning flames..."

The pale body covered with white spots under the moonlight came to mind, and Amon pinched the base of his nose.

"...They plan to burn Tuwashe to death in three days." The fat boy on the side looked at Amongo's expression carefully, "Is Tuwashe really the wizard who cursed the city..."

The fat boy was silent in Amon's sight.

"You hate him?"

The fat boy lowered his head and thought for a while, then shook his head.Amon glanced at the other little friends, and the boys were all sitting upright, one of them mustered up his courage and said, "Then what are you going to do? You must know that the old man who wanted to burn Tuvashe to death is the mayor's father... …they have the police, and…”

And the townspeople hated him.

People who are bitter and disappointed in life suddenly find an outlet. It is far easier to follow the crowd to hate a person than to struggle alone in life and death.

"I want to save him."

Amon said firmly, "We can't abandon him again."

"But what can we do..."

The doubts and shrinking of the friends were interrupted by a grown man's voice: "Count me in."

Uncle Jason was leaning against the door—he was the man who worked at the radio station and helped Mungo.

"One cannot step into the same river twice."

Unlce showed a meaningful smile to the bewildered kid.

At the abandoned building base, several boys ran backwards quickly, jumped over the cement bag, and then squatted on the ground covering their ears. The wall 5 meters away in front of them suddenly burst into rain of broken bricks, and choking cement dust hit their faces.

"Ahem...it actually succeeded..."

"Cool~ Is there anything in this world that you can't do? You can't make me admire you more, Ann (nickname for Angus)!"

"...The power of the explosion seems to have passed, and we need to adjust the weight again." Amon just played with the insensitive remote control calmly.

In the darkness, a few short figures were sneaking and jumping around in the central square.

There are also a few figures climbing high-rise buildings, as vigorous as nighthawks passing by——

"That's the urban parkour guy I invited, isn't it good?"

In a dark alley with broken street lights, a man with strong biceps was talking to the left with a cigarette in his mouth.But the camera that moves with it is empty.

"Remember the lines, it's up to you. Jason."

——However, the youthful voice that belonged to the boy came out from below.

"It's called uncle, brat."

The man freed his hands and rubbed vigorously downwards, the head that did not reach the man's armpit was shaggy.The boy in the white shirt stomped his heels slightly, and the orange skateboard under his feet tilted up.Although he was treated like a kid, the raised face gave people the feeling that this guy was the mastermind behind the mysterious events of the night.

Ignoring the man, the young man's gaze was like an eagle spreading its wings, glancing over the bronze pillars in the center of the square that were covered with indentations.

——It is said that it is the key to the gate of hell.

The sky will shine again, flowers will bloom all over the city, the haze in the heart will be swept away, and happiness will come soon.

Kill this man, kill it, kill it, kill it... the curse will stop, the living will be blessed, and the dead will rest in peace.

The blood-red sunset was blocked by heavy fog, and the clouds looked so swollen.More people are gathering in the central square.

The towering copper pillars were entwined with silver chains—like vines entwining a tree, binding the pale and thin man.The city hall building is right behind the copper pillar. On the balcony, an old man in black is sitting with a stick, and beside him is a spell-chanting man in a wizard costume.

"Burn him..."

The initial timid cry of temptation was supported by more and more voices, and like streams merging into a river, gradually more and more people joined in the cry: "Burn him—!"

The old man on the building tapped his scepter, and the sound was transmitted from the loudspeaker to the sky above the square. The crowd fell silent, and then the old man's deep voice sounded: "... 60 years ago today, a demon issued an order to this city. The vicious curse and the strange ominous red light fell into the city, bringing misfortune to countless families..."

After some recounting, heavy condemnation and fierce criticism, the old man looked at the sky with deep eyes: "...today, all this will finally stop."

People were silent for a moment, and began to raise their arms to cheer... Just as the cheers gradually increased, a burst of indiscernible low-pitched and frivolous laughter came from all directions.

"Stupid humans..."

The still immature voice of a young man has a cruel tone that is proud of the world, and there is an indescribable weirdness.

"... Pushing the hero who saved yourself into the abyss, this was your reward..." The voice curled up in the square, it was a faint sigh, but it sounded strangely from every inch of the ground at the same time, "Now, you want to repeat history , betray your companions again, cheer for the death of innocent people again, smear your happiness with the blood of others..."

Two blue flames quickly separated the crowd and crawled greedily toward the copper pillar—Moses parted the Red Sea—the flames climbed up the steps and finally stayed on the altar.

At the same time, the sound of pulleys crushing the concrete floor passed by intensively, the shirt flew, and the thin boy shot arrows from the flames. The front end of the orange skateboard kept the same speed as the flames. As the flames climbed up the high platform, the boy paused for a moment. Leaping backwards——

The skateboard made a beautiful twist on the smooth ground.

The boy's face was not very clear because of the distance, only the white clothes were clear in the thin evening curtain.

"...This is the human being I loved so much."

——The last sentence is like a cry.

"You... who are you? Why are you standing here? Do you know what you are doing?" someone in the crowd asked.

"who am I?"

The people in the front circle saw the sad smile on the boy's soft and bright face, "Who am I...you have forgotten..." The voice that has not yet entered the voice-changing period has a sweet smell, "Forgot who is here Use flesh and blood in the sky to defend you from the demonic flames everywhere, forgetting who is guarding this city endlessly, forgetting whose tears cleanse the Styx that erodes the world, forgetting... at this moment... this moment... In whose blood was the gate shutting the flames of hell."

His fingers were peeling off the buttons of his shirt, his shoulders were thin and straight, and the back of his shirt fluttered like a smile at the corner of his mouth.

There was a gasp from the crowd—

The boy's body was covered with terrifying black and red flames, like real hellfire licking his frail body.

The young Zhang Yang's smile suddenly stopped and became distorted...

"It hurts……"

The sudden faint voice was like a cry from the ground,

"It hurts……"

The boy covered his pale face...

"it hurts……"

The fingers were getting harder and harder, as if he wanted to crush his own skull, the boy's body was bent, and he bent down like a stomach cramp...

Just when people's hearts were weakened to the point of slight soreness, the young man raised his head violently, staring fiercely at the crowd below from behind his palms, and a stream of blood and tears flowed down his beautiful and extremely tense face. Sliding down, the painful low hoarse roar of a young animal was broken and intermittently sounded——

"Why...do you do this to me..."

Choked with anger, countless grievances, one after another, turned into that raging night.

The soreness expanded into stinging pain, and Tuwashe stared blankly, not noticing that the tears slid down his face——

crying.

At first, it sounded from the mouth of a weak woman.

"You are...Agstion (wizard)."

A man trembled and opened his mouth. At that moment, what he saw was not the legendary dark wizard, but a poor boy who was abandoned by the whole world and couldn't even cry.The juvenile's chaotic eyes glanced at the crowd, as if he had been swallowed by the flames of nightmarish memories——

"Mother……"

The broken whispers crumbled in the night wind.

At the same time, the hearts of thousands of mothers were crushed.

At that moment people finally remembered that cruel night, how they ungratefully pushed a hero who guarded them into hell.

...Meng Ge's acting skills can stand the test.

If the world of "Suicide Club" also has Twitter, it is estimated that Meng Ge's friends are desperately snapping and uploading photos and giving each other 32 likes!

Although it is said that revealing the facts early will make everyone feel "fucking deceitful feelings", but...Meng Ge is such a good acting skill and subtle teasing comparison——

Tuwashe looked at the picture of flames on little Mengge's body twitchingly from the corner of his eyes. This Gothic flame painted by a graduate of a third-rate art academy was dry and cracked with lines because Mengge acted too hard.Fortunately, only Tuwashe, who was closest, could see clearly.

At this time, the crowd had already been instigated into fragile emotions. Just when Meng Ge was about to make persistent efforts and make new contributions to the performing arts career, the loudspeaker in the square blared harshly, and then the old man's exasperated voice sounded: "Don't be deceived! That The guy is not a wizard at all, he just wants to save that evil man! Guard, catch him!"

"—Shut UP!"

Meng Ge waved his arm back and pointed towards the sky. At the same time, "shuuutuppppp" echoed throughout the ground and high-rise buildings. The lingering domineering sound made the guards around the square slow down.And Meng Ge kept pointing at the old man in the government building, first raised his head slowly, then hooked his lips, and then snapped his fingers in the air——

"Boom, bang, bang—!"

Buildings exploded one after another, flames, smoke, and glass shards attacked the crowd from all directions at the same time, like fireworks blooming in unison on New Year's Eve.

"...Come up again, and it will be his body that explodes."

Still maintaining his arms raised, the boy's shallow and widened smile became wicked.

The guards stopped in their tracks... The truth began to become confusing. Who is the wizard?Should I trust the witness of history—the mayor's father, or my own eyes?The smell of gunpowder smoke and ash from the explosion permeated the square, but it did not immediately cause panic...People have too much pity for this boy, so at this moment, even they themselves don't know whether they are afraid of this mysterious boy...There is still too much confusion With Wang Ran, he could only wait for the answer given by the young man.The masses have been captured, they have become moviegoers, unconsciously waiting for the film's curtain call.

... No way, Brother Meng is so camera-conscious. If the plot allows, Brother Meng really wants to stroke his hair——I'm going to cry because I'm so handsome.

But Tuwashe had mixed feelings, because the one who saved him was a funny guy, he didn't know whether to be moved, admired or "...".

Is it really okay to press the remote control button so clearly with the other hand in your pocket when you snap your fingers?Even though his back was facing, Tuwashe could feel Angus (Amon)'s expression of confidence (father) from the atmosphere of the scene. Apart from sending a signal, the snapping of his fingers also had the intention of attracting the attention of the audience. ?But wouldn't just being so confident arouse suspicion?Is it really okay to pack a cigarette pack-sized remote control in flimsy summer shorts?In this way, the sound effect comparable to the opera house would not be produced by countless small speakers, right?And...the smell of gunpowder at the scene was very strong, no one complained about this...

"sorry."

The young man who was still flamboyant suddenly slumped his shoulders and said infinitely lonely.The plot took such a sudden turn, the actor's emotions were transferred in seconds, Tuwashe had no time to stop complaining, and was stunned.The audience at the scene was also obviously taken aback.The boy's voice seemed to have "speech ability", and the slightly hoarse voice reminded people of a puppy with drooping ears.After the young man tidied up his smile hastily, the drooping eyelashes outlined a gentle arc, like the night wind in sleep, clean and lonely.

"Tuwasher changed my diaper, sent me to school, and gave me delicious morning exercises, but I took your smile away... I'm really sorry."

Like an elementary school student who has done something wrong, the boy bowed his head to the black-haired youth.Then he bowed his head lower and covered his eyes.The drops of water falling from the palm of the hand flowed through the dried blood, mixed into a beautiful garnet-like liquid, like pink crystals falling drop by drop on the execution platform——

"Took away the sunshine...and the joyous singing...I'm really... sorry..."

Tuwashe opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound——

Obviously, it's me who should say I'm sorry.

The me who stopped you from being happy, the me who was troubled by your hilarity, the me who never sang you a lullaby or took you to an amusement park... never thought of bringing anything into your life I am so selfish.

Yes, people in the square can't help but ask themselves, did happiness abandon me, or did I drive away happiness?

Tuwashe's heart was full of sorrow, which was different from the pain of being abandoned.He wants to hold this child in his arms, he wants to breastfeed him patiently, he wants to hold his little hand for a walk, he wants to wait for him to fall asleep by his bed... not like now, even She couldn't even wipe away his tears with her hand.

People who are too attached to the pain of the past are covered with thorns, so that the happiness wandering around them is scarred.

At this time, the lines on the copper pillars were emitting a silver light, and the spell-chanting masters on the government building had already started chanting spells in unison, and the old man planned to act first——

"install!"

A fat boy whispered anxiously, and the tall man standing beside him waved his hand violently, and then pulled the fat boy away.The two were hidden in the crowd, so that most viewers only saw the ax flying towards Xingtai with the shining blue light.Amon reached out and grabbed the axe, but the chain was tightly strung on Tuwashe's body, and the rest of the chain was not wrapped around the back of the copper pillar, but directly retracted into the copper pillar behind Tuwashe.

There was nowhere to start, and it was even more difficult than when Rose cut Jack's handcuffs.

The silver light became brighter and brighter, and the faces of the youth and the boy became more blurred. Seeing the boy raise his arms—the ax cast a terrible shadow on the square—the crowd held their breath nervously.

"boom--"

The ax directly hit the chain on Tuwashe's body. Amon couldn't use his strength because he was afraid of hitting the other party, so he could only strike at the gap one by one.

"You go."

The light came out of the base, and the gate of hell was slowly opening, Tuwashe smiled palely.

"I'm not going to die, I'm just reborn in a different way, Angus."

This is not a lie, after all, it is a player, and gameover does not mean death.

"Don't distract me." Amon just focused on cutting the chain at the same gap.

"Ann, I..."

"I know you're an asshole, you owed me 13 years of smiles but never wanted to pay them back, you didn't even have an IOU, did you see the muscular man in the vest in the square, that's the excuse I invited for the lines... ...By the way, my acting skills are not bad, right?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Amon continued:

"I like Tuvashe's smile, I like everyone's smile, I like many, many smiles, so I decided..."

——Wow, the chain was broken, and at the same time a large wave of energy spewed up from the underground volcano. Amon didn't hear what Tuwashe wanted to say, and he only had time to push Tuwashe out of the gate of hell.

Tuwashe only had time to look at the exceptionally bright and pure smile on the boy's tear-stained face——

Energy surged up the copper pillar, licking the sky like a greedy tongue of hell, but disappeared in an instant.

Xingtai is still marble, it is still dim copper pillars, everything disappears like lightning.Just like the rapidly jumping plot that happened last night, the ending is also so hasty.There is even no time to brew shock and pain.

The dark clouds slowly dissipated, and the orange sunset revealed his face—the sun after 70 years did not give people too many surprises.

The first ray of sunlight sprinkled on people's faces, and the crowd remained silent.Only the boy's voice is still echoing in the square——

"I like Tuvashe's smile, I like everyone's smile, I like many, many smiles, so I decided... I forgive."

～happyEnding～

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Fixed!

粉球扔了一个地雷投掷时间：2014-02-1821：23：37

筱汐扔了一个地雷投掷时间：2014-02-1806：53：11

Thank you for the mine, baby, a golden leg hair? [Stretch out the thumb and index finger pinching the hair on the leg to blame the blood of the dog/Papapa