After I divorced from chaos step

[The machine is not guilty, the one who pulls the trigger is guilty. ]

When he read this sentence, he put down the book in his hand and touched his chin.

"What if there were no machinery in the first place?"

——Then what kind of situation will it be at this moment?

Although the winter in Russia is extremely cold, today is also a rare good weather.

The sun is fine, the snow has stopped, and from time to time, fine snowflakes fall from the branches, against the light, shaking out a moment of brilliance in the air.

He lay under the tree, his eyes fell on the end of the long street.

...it's about this time.

Ten, nine, eight—

He thought about the piece of information he had exchanged from the trafficker a while ago.

"That girl's ability is very special. It seems that the family didn't want her to be supervised by the government agency after being discovered, so they sent her to Russia to go to school. But it's worth mentioning that her parents don't seem to know her ability. Oh, so what the hell is going on here?"

Seven, six, five—

It can turn everything in front of it into nothingness that cannot be discerned by the naked eye.

interesting.

Four, three, two—

She was supposed to be an ordinary girl.

One.

At the end of the long street, the hurried figure finally appeared. She ran like a frightened and irritable rabbit.

He covered the book on his face, and stretched out a foot.

He deliberately wanted to trip her, but he guessed that she would be able to avoid it quickly-even so, he knew he had her attention.

The rabbit stopped in his tracks, his eyes fell on him, but he didn't make a sound.

The expected violent scolding did not appear.

"Don't look, it's not a corpse, it's still alive."

The book slipped gently from his face, and the eyes of the boy and the girl met under the snow-covered cedar tree, as if they had opened a page of fate.

Time stopped quietly and steadily at this moment.

"You look a bit troubled." He put on a kind smile and gently made room for her, "If I am lucky enough to listen to your troubles, you can come and sit here."

He used purely pronounced Japanese, her mother tongue.

Anyone who hears a language they are familiar with in a foreign country will be touched.

Sure enough, he saw light in her eyes.

In fact, he understood her troubles very early on.

Be it the information about the human trafficker or the information he found himself, he already has a clear understanding of her background—the sudden appearance of a supernatural ability completely disrupted her originally peaceful and ordinary life, and she was afraid that she would stay in her own life. His hometown was discovered by government agencies, so he was forced to leave his hometown.

He lowered his eyelids and listened quietly to her rambling about his thoughts.

In a completely unfamiliar country, I don't adapt to the environment here, let alone the life here, there are barriers to language communication, and I can't understand the humanities and customs.

She was anxious and out of tune with everything around her. She was afraid that her parents would worry, and she couldn't complain to her family. She had to make up a false appearance that she was living well.

I am not used to the food, and I can’t cook by myself in the dormitory, and the money is completely insufficient. It’s the first time I go abroad to study and I don’t know how to plan carefully. I lost it too, my roommates hated her, and my classmates didn't like her either, she spoke bad Russian, and people often imitated her and regarded her as a clown.English is not good, and listening to lectures is also very difficult.

Most embarrassing to her, she didn't make a single friend.

"Before I came here, I thought about having a romantic relationship with a handsome blue-eyed Russian guy, hahaha, in fact, let alone a boyfriend, I haven't made any friends." After vomiting bitterness, she was depressed Sighing deeply, "I'm terrible, I've lived up to now, and I'm useless."

She leaned against the back of the tree, and with a slight hit, the trunk was hit, and the snow piled up on the branches hit her face with a bang.

For a moment, he thought she was going to cry.

The next second, she actually smiled.

"Look, even the snow bullies me." She wiped off the snow on her face nonchalantly, gathered them together, and pinched them into the shape of a rabbit.

Then she put the rabbit down by his lap.

"This is the first time since I came to Russia that someone is willing to listen to me so much."

She was glad though he hadn't offered a useful piece of advice about her troubles.

The smile on her face was a truly brilliant smile of contentment.

This kind of smile makes the dark and dilapidated long street reflect a gentle, quiet and pleasing light.

"thank you, sir."

Another ray of light came, and the corners of her mouth were wide open.

He sighed inwardly.

……no the same.

It's completely different from what he thought.

No matter whether she is displaced or has no branches to rely on, she still hasn't extinguished her essential love for life.

... There is no despair in her.

When the human trafficker exchanged information with him, he asked him that if he was interested, he could tie her up for him as long as he paid some money, and he could treat her whatever he wanted.

A girl who has a power but can't control it, a beautiful girl, a poor girl, a helpless girl, a girl around his age.

What did he want to do to her?

She bounced all the way, switching freely from an irritable rabbit to a lively rabbit, and he followed her all the way.

The joy she displayed puzzled him.

She would talk to a stray cat on the side of the road, and wanted to hug it, but was almost scratched by the stray cat; she would also jump up to help a badminton player remove the badminton from the tree, even though she jumped too high, she bumped into it She climbed up the tree, staring at the stars, but she still got the badminton with a smile.

"Here, here you are, you can still find me if you fall into a tree."

"Thank you sister."

A thank you from others seems to be worth shedding her blood. He guessed that she likes to be thanked by others, and she loves this kind of vanity.But she soon discovered that her kindness was not appreciated every time. For example, she gave half of the toast to the homeless at the subway entrance, but was asked for money by the other party.

But she didn't care, she still smiled and said, if you want money, you will die, but I won't give it to you.

Finally, at night, she stopped at the school gate, circled around, and came to the park again.

He thought to himself, the school is still her heart knot.

She was sitting on the swing, swinging her long legs, swinging the swing very high.Tired of swinging, she lay on the ground, holding a wild flower in her hand.

"I can make friends this year—" She tore off a petal.

"I can't make friends this year—" She tore off another petal.

"Making friends this year—"

"Can't make friends this year—"

"I can make friends this year."

She shut up.

Because there is only the last petal left on the flower stem.

"...As expected, it still doesn't work."

Just as she was about to throw away the flower pole in her hand, a pair of purple-red eyes suddenly came into her vision.

He leaned over and took the stalk with only one petal left from her hand.

"Will you be my friend?"

He decided not to follow the original plan.

"Tuo Sijun, you should get up!"

Every morning at seven o'clock, he began to have a headache.

"Don't sleep, Tuo Sijun, get up and have breakfast!"

There was a loud voice outside the door urging him to get up. He buried his head in the pillow and covered himself with the quilt, thinking angrily why he wanted to "lead the wolf into the house".

It's so annoying, he shouldn't get up early!

For a person who stays up late every night to write programs, waking up early is often the most painful.

"Mr. Tuosi!!!"

Seeing that he didn't respond, she had already opened the door and walked in.

"Get up, Tuo Sijun! I made black tea, tamagoyaki and beef pie, get up and have breakfast."

……very noisy.

His liver hurts.

"Sleep again... 5 minutes..." He struggled angrily.

"No, get up! Otherwise, breakfast will be cold!" She lifted his quilt.

"Sleep again... 3 minutes..."

"No!" The pillow was also taken away.

"1 minute..." Finally, struggle again.

"no!"

"Three seconds..."

"Three seconds are up!"

He wanted to smoke himself crazily, why did he trick her out of the school dormitory to share with him?

"If you enter a man's room casually, you probably won't be able to get out." He muttered.

A shirt was thrown on his head: "Stop talking nonsense, change quickly, I just cut you a sandwich for lunch."

He tore off his shirt, put it under his arms indiscriminately, and continued to sleep on his stomach.

... The lazy sleep in the morning is really delicious.

After a while, he heard a high-decibel scream again.

"Dostoevsky, why have you fallen asleep again! You are up for breakfast!"

"Take it easy... If you pull your hair, you will go bald..."

This kind of war, unless he stays overnight, will be staged almost every day.

It wasn't until he was sitting at the dining table, looking at the steaming breakfast on the table, that he slowly regained consciousness.

In the past, he didn't even talk about breakfast, he even had instant coffee, compressed biscuits or brown bread for lunch and dinner.

The upside-down work and rest habits and wanton eating habits have brought him many physical problems: anemia, chronic gastritis, malnutrition, poor physique, fear of cold, migraine...

Even he himself can't help thinking sometimes, will his life be exhausted by this sick body before he realizes his ideal?

"What time did you stay up last night?" She sat opposite, spread peanut butter on the slice of bread, and then pushed the slice of bread to him, "Eat some peanut butter, to replenish calcium."

"Can you stop waking me up in the morning?"

He took a bite of a piece of bread covered in peanut butter and took a sip of his coffee.The coffee was at least half full of milk, which wasn't really to his liking, but he was getting used to it.

"No! You must eat breakfast, otherwise there will be no food in your stomach for a long time, and your chronic gastritis will worsen." She pushed another stack of beef pies towards him, "Eat some beef pies, red meat nourishes blood. .”

"……Oh."

"The milk in the refrigerator, remember to warm it up at noon, and heat it up for lunch. I will buy your favorite ingredients back at night."

"……Oh."

"Then I'm going to school, you have a good rest, if you have time, wash the dishes."

"……No time."

"Tuo Sijun, you are so lazy."

She had just walked to the porch when she suddenly turned back and leaned in front of him.

In her dark eyes, he saw a calm face of himself.

She met his eyes, straightened the white flowers on her head, and said softly again: "I'm going to school, there must be no problem today."

It seemed to be talking to him, but it also seemed to be talking to himself.

He patted her on the back lightly: "Straighten your back, you are no worse than us Russian girls."

"Hey."

Then the blushing rabbit ran away.

[Yuanqingxi]

He looked at her badge that had fallen on the sofa, and his head hurt again, and he might have to run some errands today.

... This girl is really forgetful.

How big is it?

He forgot the topic he taught yesterday, and always made typos and omissions when reciting the text. He was so angry that he often wanted to pry open her head to see what the structure was.

But also because of the great forgetfulness, many grievances I received were forgotten overnight.

She would also confide to him sometimes: "Tuo Sijun, I wrote emails to my former classmates, but none of them replied to me, unexpectedly none of them, I am so miserable..."

Every one of her former companions, after she stabilized her life, wrote emails to them, and even wrote them by hand first, and then typed them into the mobile phone word by word.

Every time she wrote an letter, she would first show it to him and ask him for his opinion. She would introduce her companions to him, and talk about the beauty of her hometown.

But what's the use?

Those emails have long been intercepted by the interception software he installed in her mobile phone.

Her emails couldn't get out at all, and outside emails couldn't get in at all.

She was completely trapped into a ridiculous island.Every time she gets his affirmation after writing an email and sending it out, she checks her phone every 5 minutes, and then gradually becomes disappointed during the long wait.

"Am I so unlikable? How long have you been abroad, and you don't even remember me?"

"I'm embarrassed to ask my parents and my classmates. If my parents know that I have no friends, they will probably be very sad."

"But fortunately, I met you, Tuo Sijun, hehe, although I am not very good, but I am very loyal, we will always be friends like this, okay?"

He smiled slightly: "Okay."

All the intercepted emails from Japan were sent to him.He has seen some, almost all of which are encouraging her, as well as various fancy greetings, daily mood sharing, and...seeking reunion.

He knows that if she sees it, she will gain great power from it, and she will be invincible, even if she goes deep into hell, she will be full of confidence.

not good.

That's not good.

He pressed the permanent delete button, thinking that if she wanted comfort and approval, then he would be the only way.

He knew she was keeping a huge secret.

This is also the purpose of his eyeing her at the beginning, and then he did not hesitate to pretend, and started to live the life of an ordinary high school student with her.

"Yuanjiang, do you know supernatural powers?"

One afternoon in the second year of acquaintance, he pretended to mention it inadvertently.

"I've heard of it." She froze, and then added, "I haven't."

She rarely lied, it should be said that she never lied at all, so it was rare for her to tell a lie, and her expression was extremely unnatural.

He was not in a hurry to expose her, and patted her head: "I don't have either. But I feel that the supernatural powers are so powerful... It's great to have supernatural powers."

"No! It's not good at all!" She was suddenly agitated, and realized that she was over-excited, and immediately stumbled to cover up, "I have a friend...she has supernatural powers, but her life is not good, she calmly Life is destroyed by one's own powers."

He calmly listened to her "making friends out of thin air", and finally she said: "I hate supernatural powers. It would be fine if there were no supernatural powers in this world."

Because of a sentence of supernatural powers, she recalled a sad past, and she was depressed for several days. Just in time for the summer vacation, he took her to Noril, which is located in an extremely cold place.

Even in summer, the isolated city is icy and polluted.

The air was filled with the smell of sulfuric acid, and the ice and snow were covered with a foul color. There were no people on the road, but the hospital was full of patients.

She was stunned when she saw this scene, and he silently took her to the only local orphanage.

The children here are all wearing masks, and many of them seem to be in a bad state of mind and coughing all the time. When they saw him, they shouted in unison: "Brother Fei Jia."

He is a regular here.

"It's grown taller again." He stretched out his hand and stroked their heads one by one. Then he took out the books he brought from outside and gave each child a copy.These are the gifts he has carefully chosen to bring.

He lived with her in a hotel near the orphanage, and the air here was very poor. Although he wore a mask every day, he unfortunately suffered from respiratory diseases.

Medical conditions are underdeveloped, and the level of doctors is far lower than that of metropolitan cities.His health was getting worse and worse, and his high fever persisted, so she decided to take him to leave early.

He refused.

"Why are you so stubborn?" She had no choice but to stay by his hospital bed impatiently, observing his physical condition.

This city is so filthy, he thought, so filthy that not even ice and snow can hide it.

He knew exactly why.

During his hospitalization, a sick child in the orphanage died.

Here, surviving the winter does not mean being strong, because it is almost winter all year round, without any hope.

He fainted again while playing the cello at the child's funeral, and he saw his childhood dimly.

...reminds me of that question again.

[Is it the sin of the machine, or the man who pulls the trigger?Is it the machine that should be punished, or the person who pulled the trigger? ]

It had been three days since he woke up.

She stood in front of his hospital bed, waiting eagerly.

He saw that her eyes were red and swollen, obviously from crying.

Incredible.

She was helpless in a foreign country, bumping into walls everywhere, occasionally frustrated but always smiling, never shed tears.

The first time he saw her cry was on such an occasion.

When she saw him awake, she shed tears again.

He reached over to touch her eyelid, and a tear fell on his finger.

"You have a fever of 41 degrees, idiot, why do you have to stay in this kind of place? You've been in a coma for three days. I'll call the doctor."

He bit his finger, and the tear rolled down his tongue.

Salty, astringent, and a bit bitter.

That's what tears taste like.

--it is ready.

He said to himself that a certain plan can already be put into action.

He left her a letter.

The letter stated that the reason why this city has such a serious pollution problem is completely man-made.All the pollutants were discharged into the water and air, completely substandard. The reason why the local people dare not speak out is because this is an extremely cold place, and the only way to the outside world is by plane.All the routes are in the hands of local dignitaries and supernatural beings, and the ordinary poor have no say.

They live in the only unpolluted central area (Sacred Tower), isolated from all pollution, enjoying great wealth while appreciating the pain of the city with cold eyes.

He was going to destroy that divine tower and make those people pay the price they deserved.

He wrote at the end, if he didn't come back, then please don't cry and take his cello home.

……

When she saw the letter, she rushed to the tower like crazy.

She had never run that fast in her life.After passing through the thick protective wall, she saw the sick and weak boy bound by chains and kneeling on the ground. Although he was beaten to pieces, his eyes were still clear.

That kind of unattainable pride and firm belief has not been defeated in the face of any pain and suffering, not a single bit.

"You kid is really overestimated, tell me, why did you come here to assassinate me?"

The well-dressed leader stepped on his head and crushed it hard. His heel cut his cheek, and blood spilled on the ground in front of him.

The same is the land, the soil here is black, with the color that the soil should have, and the place outside the tower is all polluted land, exuding all kinds of weird colors.

"Do you know what kind of environment people outside live in?" He asked calmly.

The boss was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Of course, I can see it from here every day."

Because of different abilities, the strong and the weak are divided here, and then the rich and the poor are divided. Here is a very different life.

The rich colluded with the local government and exploited resources without restriction, while the poor were forced to accept the increasingly harsh living environment and bear all the consequences.

What is left of this cold hometown?

There is no hope.

There is no future.

There is no happiness.

"Very well, just maintain a kneeling posture and die."

The leader's arm turned into a sharp knife pointed at his neck, but in the next second, he didn't feel any sharp pain.

The transparent protective wall disappeared in an instant.

The wind with a strong smell of sulfuric acid poured in from all directions, quickly polluting the clean air in the tower. They had never smelled such a disgusting smell in their entire lives.

The leader opened his mouth and scolded, "What's going on here? Where's the protective wall? Where's the purification system?" As soon as he opened his mouth, dust with metal particles was sucked into his mouth.He felt a burning pain in his lungs like a fire.

"Tuo Sijun, are you okay?" She held his face, raised her hand and wiped the blood on his face with her sleeve, "Sorry, I'm late."

"...I'm fine."

"It's okay, you've been beaten like this."

"Both of you, neither can escape!" The leader behind said sharply, "Kill them for me."

Under the tower, they stared at each other, as if forgetting everything around them.

The girl finally smiled slightly, and said softly: "Tuo Sijun, I will not let anyone hurt you again."

All the people with supernatural powers who ran towards them disappeared in a posture of facing death.

Under the bloody sunset, the entire central area disappeared little by little.

The Boss is the last to die, watching in desperation what he has built slowly being destroyed.

The tower of Dengtian God, which symbolizes power, has collapsed. He has stood on it countless times, overlooking the city, as if he had the power of the gods.

At the end of his life, in a trance, he heard the boy with purple eyes say to him: "The purpose of building the tower was never to climb from the ground to the sky, but to move the sky to the ground."

……

"Yuanjiang, it's really surprising that you have supernatural powers."

What he had been wanting to test for a long time was finally confirmed by him.

He is content.

She kept apologizing incoherently: "I'm afraid of losing you. I only have you as my friend now. If you're gone, I really don't know what to do. It's actually a great luck that I didn't get out of control this time. If it gets out of control, I'm afraid you will be implicated too."

"...It's okay." He silently lay on her back, buried his face in her hair, "Yuanjiang saved me."

"Those people must be people with supernatural powers." She sighed softly. "Today we wiped out a group of mobs, and maybe another group will come tomorrow. We can't stay here anymore. Let's leave tonight."

"Ah."

He looked back at the setting sun in the west, the setting sun was particularly beautiful that day, because the entire central area had been purified, and there was no scum left.The divine tower that blocked the sky and freedom no longer exists.

He thought about when his mother walked down the long streets holding hands when he was young, his mother would always ask him: "My dear Fei Jia, do you have a wish?"

Does he have it?

some.

He wants the land to be free from strife.

He wants the world to be filled with happiness.