The world is restarting

The third day that Sawada Ya and his party were trapped in the game.

It's still a sunny day.

The first ray of morning light that wakes up the earth bursts out from the eastern sky, and London in the early morning is still shrouded in the perennial fog. The Thames River across the city transpires a thin mist, which reflects the dense light in the sun.

In the bakery on Cable Street in Whitechapel District, Baker, the owner of the bakery, closed the sales window early as usual, and the pedestrians coming and going outside the window were no different from usual.

Although there was a horrific tragedy at the opera house in the Whitechapel area last night, the police found a lot of bones in the basement of the collapsed theater afterwards, and the owner of the opera house was accused of murdering twelve girls. Contracted the headlines of The Times for half a year.

But no matter how bleak the tragedy is, it is someone else's. Most of the citizens of London were not affected, especially for the upper class. Ladies and gentlemen who have escaped from the theater add to the "adventure" talk.

Thinking of all these things, the old Baker propped up a thick arm and leaned against the window to take a nap, while waiting for the business to come.

There are always more people buying bread in the morning, such as now.

"Give me three loaves, please."

Ok?

Hearing this somewhat familiar voice, he opened his eyes and looked down.The visitor had a delicate and immature oriental face. He was not very old at first, and he looked like a porcelain doll compared to the thick and thick pedestrians passing by. He was holding his sister who was as beautiful as a little angel in a church mural .The two brothers and sisters have a pure and bright temperament that is completely opposite to this luxurious and chaotic London.

Old Baker laughed when he saw them.

"Boy, you are here again...and you, little angel, good morning."

"Good morning, Mr. Baker."

The brothers and sisters obediently greeted the bakery owner, watching him deftly pack up three loaves and hand them over.

After buying the breakfast requested by Mrs. Hudson, Tsunayoshi Sawada hesitated for a while standing in front of the sales window, "Well, Mr. Baker, Mr. Gray and the others..."

"Huh? You mean Old Gray? Oh, they already know about little Mary...I didn't expect that Alcott Brown looks dignified and donates money to the orphanage on weekdays. The drug killer..."

Human government agencies will not recognize the existence of the Phantom of the Opera, so all these crimes can only be pushed to the owner of the theater who discovered the skeleton, but as the mastermind who summoned the Phantom of the Opera, Alcott Brown himself also You deserve it.

"...I heard that Old Gray and the others are planning to move back to the country, and they will leave after Alcott's verdict is passed. We have been old neighbors for so many years, and people in our block plan to hold a farewell meeting for them after a while .”

The owner of the bakery was still talking, and Tsunayoshi Sawada didn't interrupt him, but just stood quietly and listened.

The sun will rise as usual every day, and people's lives will continue.

Although Nosaka Akira said in "Grave of the Fireflies", "Who knows tomorrow or the accident, which one will come first" is telling people to cherish the present, but interpreted from another perspective, even if "now" is for the people who are suffering No matter how painful or tormenting you are, you must work hard and use all your strength to live on.

Because when dragging your tired body and walking alone on the long road of life, you also don't know which one will come first, tomorrow or the salvation you are looking forward to.

……

This morning, Sawada Ya and her brother went out earlier than usual.

After a short delay at the bakery entrance, I accidentally bumped into the time when some special people get off work.

Little Lolita was curiously following a white short-legged horse all the way, when suddenly she heard a piercing shout from the end of the street, "I told you it's not your mother, don't follow me!"

Sawada Ya was startled, and turned his eyes subconsciously, just in time to see a pink-haired little girl on the side of the road staggering two steps back, avoiding the slapping hand of the woman in front of her.

She looked not much older than her, wearing a tattered black cloak, her figure was very thin, she seemed to have lived in a slum all year round.The cursing woman in front of her was dressed exactly the opposite of hers. She was wearing a colorful dress that reached to her ankles, but half of her chest was exposed, her face was heavily made up, but after a whole night, the corners of her eyes and lips The colors on the sides are a little faded.

The sudden burst of cursing attracted the attention of Tsunayoshi Sawada and the bakery owner.

The woman with gorgeous makeup pushed the pink-haired girl away and patted the corner of her clothes fiercely. As if she was afraid of getting something dirty, she glanced at her with disgust, and turned around mercilessly after throwing a few curses. left.

The little girl's outstretched hand froze in place. On the empty streets of London, her thin back looked thin and pitiful.

"That little girl has indeed identified the wrong person. That woman is probably not her mother." The bakery owner said suddenly.

The Zetian brothers and sisters looked back at him at the same time.

"That woman," the boss put his arms across the window, raised his chin and nodded at the person who had gone away, "she is a ****, it is impossible for her to get pregnant."

"Eh?!" Zetian Tsunayoshi was taken aback. This pure young man had a pure and flawless life before, and even similar words rarely appeared in his ears. He was stunned like a puzzled wood .

"Ha ha ha," the bakery owner laughed at his reaction, "I knew you didn't know...it's no surprise, there are tens of thousands of whores in London. Young women walking past on the street , one out of every five has done this job."

"They won't let themselves get pregnant, they will delay work, and even if they are pregnant, they will find a way to get it down. The river in the east end city, the one with the most turbid water, all the aborted children are thrown there. This little girl looks like she was thrown into the slums to grow up, her mother may really be a prostitute, but compared with those babies who were rejected even at birth, she is already very lucky."

The streets of London are flat and clean. At first glance, it seems that everyone passing by is living under the same bright sunshine. No one knows how much darkness has been bred underneath unless the false veil of prosperity and peace is lifted.

Tsunayoshi Sawada was stunned when he heard that, "There are so many..."

His original intention was to shock the abandoned children. The bakery owner mistook him for the number of women who accidentally chose to sell their bodies. Province, comparatively speaking, this profession is the easiest and makes a lot of money; there are also those who were sold by their parents because their families were poor..."

As he spoke, the bakery owner's voice became low, and his eyes looking at the street were full of vicissitudes and depression.Complicated emotions are concealed under the hearty and enthusiastic surface, and a little clue is glimpsed by Tsunayoshi Sawada.

He suddenly had the illusion that standing in front of him was a real person. He really lived in London at the end of the nineteenth century. He opened a bakery on the main street in the Whitechapel district. He was enthusiastic and gossip, and liked to chat with passers-by. ...not a game NPC that is simply piled up with data and settings.

After staying in this illusory and reasonable world for a long time, it is too easy for people to doubt "Am I really in the game?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi subconsciously lowered his head to look at his sister, only to find that she tilted her head slightly, still looking in the direction of the street corner.

He followed her gaze and found that the little girl with pink hair just now was still standing where she was.

She lowered her head slightly, not knowing what she was thinking, or simply staring at the shadow under her feet in a daze.

Sawada Ya thought for a while and walked over.

"Staying out in the sun for too long isn't good for you."

Hearing such a voice, she slowly raised her head, and then, a light came into her vision.

She blinked blankly, only to realize that the other party was not emitting light, but the long silver hair draped over her shoulders was too bright, so she seemed to be standing in the light.

"……Mother?"

"?"

Sawada Ya tilted his head, and looked at the little girl across from him staring blankly at him, with round green pupils, like a cat that just opened its eyes.

Then, as if learning her movements, she also tilted her head hesitantly, although the direction was reversed.

Her skin is very fair, and it seems that she has not seen the sun all year round.The wide cloak covered her entire body, and the skeleton supporting the cloak was slender and petite. One couldn't help but wonder how such a child grew up so big in the slums.

Looking at her pale and small face, Sawada Ya thought for a while, "Stretch out your hand."

The little girl stretched out her hand obediently.

The wide cloak fluttered slightly, exposing the negligible amount of material underneath.

Sawada Ya pretended not to notice, she stretched out her hand and overlapped the little girl's palm, her fingertips just touched the opposite person's wrist, like a piece of warm jade resting on the cold and blank snow, warm The temperature passed from her fingertips.

She slowly moved her hand away, and the little girl on the opposite side opened her eyes wide in surprise, and found that there was a beautiful star in her palm.

"This is sugar." The person in front of me said.

The pink-haired girl looked at Tang hesitantly, and then at her.

"It's edible." Sawada Ya said again.

She seemed to understand this sentence, so she picked up the candy and put it directly to her mouth.

Sawada Ya: "! Wait a minute!"

The little girl with short pink hair stopped and looked at her suspiciously.

"..." Luoli Zetian took the candy silently under her aggrieved eyes, unwrapped the wrapping paper, and then handed it over again, "Only the inside can be eaten."

The pink-haired girl looked at her hand in a daze, and leaned over, like a cat, lowered her head and snatched the candy away from her palm.

Just as Sawada Miroli nodded in relief, her throat rolled and she swallowed with a gurgle.

Sawada Ya: "!"

What did you swallow?That's a hard candy!

She quickly turned her head and asked her brother for help, "Ni Jiang, give me water."

"Ah? That's right, water, can the boss give me a glass of water?" Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was watching, was also stunned. He was called out by his sister before he realized it, and then asked the bakery owner for help.

The owner of the bakery laughed out loud, and readily took a glass of water from the shop and handed it to him.

Sawada Tsunayoshi quickly took the cup and sent it over.

Ze Tianya brought the water glass to the little girl's mouth faster, "Come on, drink it quickly. Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

The little girl still looked like she didn't know what they were panicking about, but she drank the water obediently.

Zetian brothers and sisters watched her expression nervously, and found that her swallowing movements were smooth and there was no expression of pain, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it looks like the kid just swallowed the candy without hurting his throat.

"...Delicious." Her eyes seemed to light up, and she looked at them roundly.

Have you tasted it like this?

Sawada Ya looked at her helplessly, "So you like sweets."

"sweet?"

"The taste of that candy is sweet."

After Sawada Ya finished speaking, he searched in his pocket and found that the pocket was empty.

The candy was given to her by Mrs. Harrison when she went out in the morning. She just ate the last one on the way.

She thought about it, and felt that Mrs. Harrison would give it to her when she went out tomorrow.

"Are you still here tomorrow?"

The little girl with pink hair tilted her head suspiciously.

"Candy, I'll continue to bring you tomorrow, but don't swallow it all at once next time."

The pink-haired girl seemed to understand, and nodded obediently.

"Okay, tomorrow, sugar..."