Social animals don't deserve love

"Hello ma'am, Sheng Hui...Yuan—ah—!"

The convenience store working girl has a very good voice. If she fixes the hook on her chin, she might be able to make her debut one day.

After finally freeing myself from the pain and suffocation, I realized something was wrong before I looked up to the sky and smiled to celebrate the new students.

Logically speaking, I should be lying in the mortuary now, waiting for volunteers engaged in social work to help me change clothes, and then I would be sent directly to the crematorium, and then I would be placed on the desk of Sakaguchi glasses after several twists and turns.Given that Mrs. Sakaguchi, the guy who was there when his mother-in-law passed away, only showed up for a short 15 minutes, I might be able to take 5 minutes of his precious working time, no more.

But now I am wearing a baggy oversized sweater, holding the rice balls I just bought and a bunch of sunflowers in my arms, standing in front of the cash register, and my bangs are blown up by the screaming waves of the working girls...

Well, I love sunflowers, I love anything brightly colored, I love everything that is alive and thriving, but definitely not creepy men in weird clogs and pot-covered hairstyles.

He laughed maniacally and raised his hands to imitate the noise of a screaming chicken, with several light yellow spindle-shaped objects - lemons between his fingers.

"Science is a great theory based on practice, hahahahahaha, blow up Maruzen! Verify the miracle! Let me see what the end of science is! Hahahahahahaha!"

The sharpness of this man's appearance is probably comparable to that of Mr. Nobunaga who wore women's clothes and danced tonsheng hundreds of years ago. He also raised his hands and landed sideways on both sides.

A little farther away, there were randomly distributed black potholes left by the explosion on the ground, and many people fell around, and it seemed that they used the lemons in his hand.

I only know that inserting an iron piece on a lemon can measure the current between the iron pieces. I really don’t know who one day will see someone who is full enough to make a lemon into a bomb...or specifically make a bomb/bomb In the shape of a lemon.

Are you discriminating against cherries?Why not cherries?When will Cherry stand up!The air is shaking and cold, the life of the cherry is also life!

Why is the cherry bomb not fragrant?I just like cherries and not lemons, can't I? !

The point is that I haven't had time to practice the set I thought before my heartbeat went to zero - spicy curry rice, pickled crab in spicy sauce, hell ramen, wasabi octopus... I don't accept it!If I don’t eat a lot of food today, I will definitely degenerate into an evil spirit because of too much resentment. At that time, I will specially ambush outside the restaurants to attack those diners who come out full and belching!

Maybe it was because of too much resentment, the directional blasting student who was likely to be expelled from the school looked at me: "Hey, hey! Women are getting tougher these days, aren't you afraid? That's great~ Then Let's start the experiment with you!"

During the conversation, three lemons were thrown at the face. If he hadn't done this, I might not be so angry.But for a woman, especially a woman who has been mentally prepared to trade her face for her life, if you want to hurt her little face, this kind of thing is completely unforgivable even if it goes to hell!

So I pulled out the baguette from the basket of the customer in front of me and shot back the three light yellow lemon bombs/bombs horizontally. The huge amount of smoke and dust brought by the violent explosion along with the shock wave forced everyone to lose their strength.Lemon Essence laughed wantonly in the explosion, seeing that the textiles covering his body were about to be blown to pieces, causing terrible adverse social impact...

Just at the moment when I hated not being able to develop the unicorn arm and directly slapped this guy to death with a stick, a stunning knife shadow like a white moon "crash" cut a hole in the fog, and then the lemon essence was stepped on His face was blurred under his feet.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" A black-haired young man in a military uniform and a handsome cloak jumped out of the smoke.Under the military cap was black hair that branched out in all directions, and when he glanced across the corners of his firm and beautiful eyes, he could see a half-blossom-like imprint.

I don't know if it's a birthmark or a tattoo.

In view of his occupation... the island country seems to be uncivilized to the point where soldiers can also get tattoos at will?It's still tattooed on the face...it should come from nature.

Maybe it was because I pondered for too long, and the black-haired young man automatically came up with the answer: "I understand! You must have been frightened too much. Don't be afraid anymore, with our soldiers here, all villains will be punished." !"

After he finished speaking, he went back and stepped on the lemon essence again, and a small stream of blood spurted out from the suspected knife wound.An unprecedented malice suddenly hit my heart, I can't explain why, I just want to put the plan in my heart into practice.

So I hugged the sunflower in my arms and walked towards Mr. Military Police, calmly raised my foot under his puzzled eyes, and stepped down decisively.

"Pfft-"

"Hahahaha!"

"Pfft-"

"One more kick!"

"Pfft—!"

"It's so fun!"

"Pfft—!"

"Pfft—!"

As soon as you step on it, the pulp will explode. It really is lemon essence.

After repeated several times, Mr. Military and Police realized that I was just venting my malice.Seeing the prisoner being trampled on by the victim until he was almost foaming at the mouth, he frowned disapprovingly: "Please don't do this again, you shouldn't do such an unjust act."

Tranquil and distant, as if the eyes of the deep sea and mist should not be stained with foulness.

"... Oh, okay. Sorry." Responded vaguely, she simply moved away, and stood in a corner that was out of the way and waited quietly.

The boundary between good and evil is blurred on her body, just like a vast and pure white field after snowfall. If you take a step forward, you will be surprised to find the pure blackness under your feet covered by the white snow.

The intuitive fighter fell into a rare confusion.

Submissive, overly pretty, contradictory, weird, discordant, ordinary woman.

After getting out of danger, retaliating against the criminal who trampled on and injured him was not an act of treachery, but he just didn't want her milky white fingers to be stained with blood.The inexplicable intuition makes people puzzled.

"Suehiro Tiechang, military police. Ma'am, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you can ask us for help."

He withdrew the unsheathed long knife in his hand, pressed the military cap with one hand and nodded briefly, stared blankly at what I was thinking, then bent down and picked up the collar of Lemon Essence and dragged him away on the ground.

"……Oh."

——By the way, is it still so exciting after death?I thought that there would be scenery such as Japanese-style stations and lanterns to make up for the regret of not receiving the Hogwarts acceptance letter.It must be because the owl cannot fly over the mainland and the strait that I failed to get the notice, damn it!It must be so!

Watching the tall military policeman's back gradually drifting away, before I could think about whether I should learn to breathe water or breathe fire after reincarnation later, several white coats who rushed into the scene of the explosion rushed me Push aside.The flashlight was shining in the eyes and the thermometer was plugged in, which made me very curious-there are doctors in hell?Can healing be addictive?

"I'm fine, really, could you please tell me which bus I should get on?"

The medical trouble didn’t end well. After I fully learned the painful lesson from Mr. Onimai Tsuji, I let the doctors and nurses fiddle with it at will. I had to touch my forehead several times before I realized it—this sense of touch seems a bit wrong?

Warm, slightly rough fingers stroked his forehead again and again, and anxious greetings rang out in his ears: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you hurt? Do you need help? Please speak up!" It doesn't seem to be the attitude of the hell jailer to the dead. Don't ask me why I know it. If you ask, the comic "The Lengche of the Ghost Lamp" is really good.

The little nurse in front of me seemed very worried that I might have some psychological problems from being frightened, so she quickly found a blanket to wrap up the suspected wounded, and stuffed her with a cup of fragrant and delicious hot cocoa.

Moved by her tenderness, I shed hot tears from the corners of my mouth in vain.

Sweets, how long has it been since I tasted this silky delicacy!

I didn't think about my current image at all, I was holding a disposable paper cup and my face was full of intoxication, only a pair of feathers and wings grew on my back, and I could turn into a moth and take off on the spot...

The mellow sweetness is sour, astringent, and bitter, and the aftertaste hides a bit of thick aroma. What a standard chemical synthetic product!The brain can be easily tricked into giving us the luxury of being real.

I drank this drink with gratitude, and after a while, I smacked my lips and thought it would be better to buy a can of real cocoa butter drink and drink it at home.

Soon the second cup came with a surprise.

The little nurse accidentally tripped over a stone. I could understand her hard work, so I silently endured the pain of being poured with hot cocoa.

Anyway, the rest of the place is wrapped in blankets, so I won't go into hell with hot cocoa on my face.

Hmm... It seems that there should be no more pain after death, otherwise this nonsense life would definitely be a nightmare.

--so.

I fumbled in my pocket with a blank expression, took out my phone, and opened it... Maybe I just went through a quantum journey, so the time around me went back to two years ago.

At this time, the wisdom tooth hadn't jumped up and rebelled, and I didn't try to save trouble and find a small dentist along the street to pull it out and kill myself.

The nurse in the emergency department looked at the patients in front of her with anxiety. This was her first job, and the dissatisfaction and complaints of the clients might lead to the loss of this hard-won way of earning a living.She accidentally tripped over a rock just now, and the cocoa butter made in hot water splashed all over the young woman sitting across from her.

This kind of low-level mistake is enough to ignite the switch of other people's anger.

It was a young woman who was rescued from the scene of the explosion. She seemed to be terrified by the commotion. Even though hot cocoa was splashed on her face, she still kept her pale face and tried her best to keep calm and educated. Unfortunately, her pale lips moved Betrayed the undercurrent surging under her calm appearance.

The thin sunlight in late autumn shone on her white to transparent face, and the ends of the eyelashes had pale golden spots.

Then, in the next second, she cried without warning under the nurse's horrified eyes.

No reprimands, no complaints, no name-calling, no sticky, thick negative catharsis.

Only silent tears bursting out of the turbulent emotions.

She just sat so quietly, pitifully and cutely set off by a dark coffee-colored oversized sweater like a white marble sculpture.The woman tightly held the disposable paper cup with only an empty shell in her hand, and sat in front of a stranger she had never met before, letting herself cry and have no image at all.

The nurse didn't know how to comfort her.

It seemed that the pain this lady suffered was not limited to the explosion caused by the lunatic just now, but also some deep rupture that had been forced into her heart for many years was finally touched.

A simple "Are you okay" is not enough to comfort, at the moment all the words are so weak.

Soon the doctor came, and after the examination, nothing abnormal was found. She shed tears for half an hour, then suddenly raised her hand to wipe her face, and followed every passing medical staff with grateful eyes like a rescued puppy. .

"Hello, please record your name and contact information, so that we can carry out follow-up investigations."

The ordinary police officer who entered the scene later handed over a form, and the woman took the pen and paper with eyes fluttering like expired eggs scattered yellow, and buried her head in a fluttering, and it took a while before she was allowed to go.

"Thank you for the hot cocoa, and the warming blanket." She returned the blanket covered with cocoa butter back to the ambulance that was still on standby, and walked away slowly with a small plastic bag holding a bunch of struggling sunflowers. Stopping and walking, looking at the sky and the ground from time to time, it's like staying in the hospital for too long and finally being allowed to be exposed to the sun.

The little nurse held a blanket filled with the smell of cocoa butter and watched the strange woman walk out of the bombed Maruzen Building, from the haze to the bright sunshine of autumn, which instantly became alive like the bunch of sunflowers in her arms.Wild geese flying south in the clear sky honked loudly, calling for friends and companions to migrate.The back of the long-haired woman holding the sunflower as she left looked both fragile and strong against the gravel and rubble all over the ground. The nurse suddenly lowered her head and rubbed her eyes, then turned her head to look at it again, grinned and made a cry that was worse than crying. Ugly smile.

Sunflowers can also bloom on the ruins.

At this moment, her smile has nothing to do with any good words to describe her appearance, but it is more healing than the sweet smile used in the previous business.