I, A Soldier in the Field, A Ghost in the Smoke!

Unprovoked expulsions, beatings and injuries have long become our daily routine.

In order to improve everyone's lives, we will try to enter Tokyo to work or perform art, in an attempt to use our hands to improve our lives.

But we still suffer from unprovoked discrimination, oh no, there is a reason for their discrimination, that is-we are the cursed son.

We have become symbols of sin, we have become synonymous with monsters.

In short, we have no value.

I have always thought about it this way. Until today, I saw hope in the sun and the white smoke.

Perhaps... someday in the future, we will no longer be subjected to such unwarranted discrimination, we can also straighten our waists, no longer like a mouse to crawl into those dirty, damp, dark sewers, but industrious Work, study hard, and interact with everyone equally.

boom!!

The gun went off, and the little girl's eardrum made a "buzzing" sound under the crisp sound.It, the golden sickle, finally cut the little girl's head.

Death is approaching her gradually, and the rotating bullets have broken her illusion, like a fragile glass, which will eventually turn into fragments under the merciless persecution.

The dry mud of the chapped lips is glued together, smelling the foul smell of mud at the tip of the nose.

[Sure enough...this is all a dream...]

The little girl closed her eyes, and her slightly trembling lips revealed her inner fear and confusion.

call--

when!

Something flew across her face, and the blowing wind blew the bangs on her forehead.

It seems that the pain in the imagination did not appear. The sound of "dang" just now, did something block the bullet?

The little girl thinks so, but under this kind of life and death assessment, no matter how flexible her brain is, there will be accidents, right?

Her gray-black eyes opened, and she only saw that the policeman who shot her seemed to have an extra hand on the shoulder?

A calm voice reached her ears.

"Close your eyes."

Oh……

She wanted to answer this, but please forgive her for not having the strength, her slightly opened lips closed again, and her eyes were also closed.

[This voice... I feel safe...]

Behind Neihai, Chen Yan's left hand was pressing on Neihai's shoulder.

The real death threat is here.

A sharp dagger stabbed into the waist of the Inland Sea mercilessly, and the policeman who could only bully civilians and cursed children suddenly screamed like a pig.

"Ahhhhh...!!!"

"you are dead."

In the boundless white fog, a face wearing a face towel leaned to the ear of the Inland Sea, like a life-killing ghost, whispered.

The tingling from Inner Sea's waist made him straighten his waist, and the hand on his shoulders pressed slightly, turning his stiff body around.

He finally saw the appearance of Li Gui.

Puff...

The dagger was drawn out, and the gorgeous blood spilled into the earth like a gurgling river, and the dagger with his own blood pierced his heart cleanly.

Twist...

"Well…!"

The heart is now a pool of rotten meat.

Puff...

After losing his heart, Nei Hai struggling to open his eyes, the gun in his hand slid weakly to the ground, lying quietly in the blood that still had a trace of temperature, but there was no warm blood.

The corpse fell, his pupils began to diverge, and he, who was going crazy just now to kill, was already killed.

Life has always been so fragile.

Chen Yan walked out of the smoke and exposed his true face to the air. He squatted down, trying to pick up the little girl on the ground and check her injuries.

But the moment he stretched out his hand, he saw the blood dripping down from his gloves.

He slowly retracted his hands, took off his gloves, and picked up the little girl lying on the ground with his hands that were not stained with blood.

The little girl still closed her eyes, she felt someone pick her up, and asked:

"But... can you open your eyes?"

Chen Yan's movements stagnated. He glanced at the inland sea on the ground that was still dying, then turned to look at the smoke, the red and white liquid on the ground and the pile of headless corpses, and said in as soft a voice as possible:

"Open your eyes again later, okay?"

The little girl nodded obediently, and Chen Yan let out a sigh of relief.

It was not that he was embarrassing the weak and injured little girl, but this scene...He really didn't want these children to see it.

After all... a war like hell only needs to exist in the world of adults.

After driving these cars away from this dirty area, Chen Yan let the little girl in his arms open his eyes.

"You can open your eyes."

The black-gray eyes looked very calm. If he insisted on saying that there was anything other than calm, it would be just... exhausted.

"Are you here to find the elder and Grandpa Nakamura?" the little girl suddenly opened her mouth.

"Huh?! How did you know?"

Chen Yan was stunned, but he didn't expect that his purpose would be guessed by the little girl.

But the little girl stretched out her hand and pointed to her head.

"I am very smart."

Chen Yan: "..."