After Roger was killed and the monitors close to the refugees left, a ditch was formed again between the trashy refugees and the nearby town townspeople.
On the other hand, there were some townspeople who sneaked in on Roger's case and treated him gently. But now the refugees and the townspeople could not deal with the air between them.
Those who neglected refugees gained momentum, and when refugees went to town to shop, they began to curse in blatant and dirty terms, and the number of cases of violence gradually increased.
Especially if you try to be a kid like Harry, going to town was a fear. I wish I didn't have to go to town with just the kids, but I don't either because of my shift at work. Besides, just because I acted with an adult, there is no guarantee that I won't have to be subjected to violence.
"Casey, don't follow me"
When I tried to go shopping in town, Casey tried to follow me, as usual, so Harry refuses to do so.
"Why?
Casey asks, laughing innocently as usual.
"You've said it many times because it's dangerous."
But Harry knows he can't understand what's at stake, no matter how many times he tells Casey. There are no evil men in Casey. The very existence of a bad man is unrecognizable and incomprehensible. Consequently, we cannot be vigilant.
I hope my grandfather is at least with me, but that grandfather has been tending to get sick lately. Going to town is also a struggle, so I try to make sure Harry leaves for the shopping as much as possible.
"Please, listen to me. Huh?"
"Hmm? Okay, but come back soon."
I didn't understand why Harry looked painful, either, Casey, but I still listened to Harry.
"Who! Does anyone know our granddaughter!? She's a long-haired brunette!
When I went into town, there were refugees of old women crying and screaming desperately.
"I haven't even had my kid for a week! She's an eight-year-old daughter with blonde hair I gave you! Let me know if you knew anyone!
Next to the old woman, female refugees in their thirties are also speaking up and complaining.
I had a bad feeling. No, Harry remembered a bad story. When Roger and the friendly watchmen were still around, they heard rumors that someone was targeting refugee children.
We're in danger, but it's Casey who cares more than that. Move early to finish shopping and return to the refugee camp.
"Hey, Harry, you're in trouble."
One of the refugees looked at Harry and spoke with a sad look and I had an increasingly unpleasant feeling.
"Your grandfather collapsed and was transported to the hospital. Go get him right away."
It was different from the unpleasant feeling I had in mind, but it still didn't make a difference. Harry hurries and turns back to town again.
"Hey, if you think it stinks, here comes the dirty one again"
"Where are you going in such a hurry?"
We encounter both bad boys along the way, but Harry tries to pass without looking.
"Don't ignore me. Are you deaf? You're busy with the refugees' hungry ghosts."
"Big tits like Roger, too, have been heavenly punished. I'll take the refugees' side. You must be going to hell by now."
"haha, it must be"
But he couldn't ignore the words, and Harry stops and looks back at the bad boys.
The bad boys were afraid. Because Harry's a ghost-like figure, even letting us kill him, has been staring at ourselves.
"You're the ones who should die and go to hell! I'll kill you right here!
Pull out the knife Harry started carrying for protection. As the bad boys scatter spider children when they see it, they run away in a great panic.
Seeing as the bad boys flee, Harry returns to me and runs back to the hospital.
We get to the hospital and talk to the doctor.
"Looks like overwork. I'm resting on the infusion right now. I don't have anything else to say about my life, but I'm old, and I'd better stay still for a while."
The nurse told him in an administrative tone, and Harry stroked his chest down.
When I went to the hospital room, my grandfather was asleep, so I was going to wait until I woke up.
"I don't even know when I'm going to wake up, so take your sister home before it gets dark. Noisy these days."
That's what the doctor tells me, and Harry does it right.
"Casey and - is my sister here?
"I came here with your grandfather. Didn't we meet in the lobby?
Listen to the doctor, Harry turns pale.
Harry, who had such a fierce and unpleasant feeling of dizziness, jumped out of the hospital after searching the hospital.
"Casey! Casey!
The figure and voice of a refugee old woman and woman running, screaming, screaming that her grandson and daughter are gone, depends on the back of her brain.
Rumor has it that people will come out. I've always had a bad feeling about it, and that's why I told Casey not to come, but she didn't come to town in this way, and...
(That's not what I decided. Yes... not... God...... please......)
Pray while running. I didn't believe in God or anything, but now I pray with a feeling of straw.
No matter how much I looked, I couldn't find Casey. Once back at the dump, Casey wasn't there. And then we go to town again, and we keep screaming.
"Kay...... si...... dude...... Yikes...... duh!
Whether the sun goes down or her throat dries up, Harry keeps running and screaming.
"Is this Casey's family?
A police officer shows up before Harry and speaks up. One of the few people in town who understands refugees and is on their side.
But that's why anxiety and fear increase even more when you come out at this time, and the way you speak up like this.
When Harry nodded, it was clearly visible even in the dark that police officers would have a magical face.
"You're coming with me to the hospital right now. Casey's the weight."
I listened to the police officer and Harry's head turned white.
Police officers in this town say they've been investigating the whereabouts of the crowd. Then I finally found out where they were lurking. They say the big landlord's house in this town was the relay point.
They said they were letting the landlord's son expose the girl and imprison her in the mansion. But then how is it the weight? Harry doesn't know why he was hurt, not just to take it away.
When I went to the hospital again, Casey was in surgery.
It didn't take long enough for Harry to arrive and the surgery was over.
"I ran out of hands, but the bleeding was intense... Say your final goodbyes while you're still conscious."
Stunned by the doctor's words, Harry jumped inside the operating room.
From Casey's face sleeping on the operating table, she was almost out of her anger. But he's still alive. He opens his eyes and seems conscious. And I turned to Harry and smiled happily.
"Harry...... I'm sorry. Grandpa collapsed, so I came to the hospital... I was walking around town trying to let Harry know, my fat uncle took me to a big house..."
It was Casey holding Harry's hand and apologizing with a smile, but that smile saw pain at the same time.
"Scary...... It doesn't hurt, but it's painful and... cold and... I... am going to disappear... Scary... all the time... hold my hand..."
In the middle of words, Casey noticed Harry was crying.
"Harry... are you crying? I'm sorry. You're hurting Harry too because I'm in pain."
Harry is about to get his chest ripped off when he sees Casey force him to make his usual smile.
"Casey?"
Keeping her eyes open, Casey stopped moving. I feel like I still have the power to hold my hand, but I'm not responding. I don't even blink.
Put your other hand in front of your mouth and nose. There is no air flow from breathing. Touch your neck. No pulse.
Harry didn't cry, he just wept and quietly received Casey's death. But he didn't speak to his voice, but in his heart he was crying.
The arrested landowner's son was then asked why he killed Casey in the trial and replied this way before Harry in the hearing.
"'Cause that kid didn't cry at all. That's so cute about boxin'. Whether you're naked, touching me, licking me, or shy, I don't really hate you, because I didn't really resist. You were laughing at Nico like an angel or a fairy, weren't you? What is this guy, a little lollivitch? I thought so and it shriveled. But, Boxin, I noticed on the way because I'm smart. This kid is retarded. That's why I came up with something really good because I'm smart. I stabbed him in the stomach with a knife, and I framed him for hurting him, and something went wrong. Then, as expected, it was a nice reaction. It was so painful, I cried and cried in a golden voice, and it was already a boxin excitement max -. But, you know, I was a little crazy at hand, and I just stabbed him too deep, and Boxtin wasn't at all willing to kill that kid, was he? That's why Boxtin pleads not guilty. It wasn't a murder, it was an accident. First of all, I don't care what you think of this, it's not a bad boxin 'thing, is it? Boxtin tried to have fun because of it, but if he didn't resist, he wouldn't cry, he wouldn't be scared, that kid's bad! Boxtin is more of a victim! Boxtin, even refugees like cockroaches who didn't do anything to help the world, did they? Boxtin enjoys catching girls and selling them before they do, selling them to human trafficking organizations to get money into boxtin, even organizations make money selling girls, and people who bought them made good purchases, and sold kids can be petted and live happily ever after they were bought. Thanks to Boxtin, everyone is happy! Isn't that right!? Yes, that's why Boxtin pleads not guilty. It's unjustifiable that a boktin who's doing good enough to get a thank you note from the state is being arrested like this, and once the boktin is released, I'll sue the police who caught the boktin."
As a result of the trial, the landlord's son was not convicted, but turned to a psychiatric examination.
"It's a flavor of life, including pain."
After the trial, Harry remembers his grandfather's words.
(You're kidding! Where is it?
I rebel violently in my heart.
"Pain and pity are all but one of the raw pleasures. And goodbye."
My grandfather's words like that just seem bullshit. I can't accept it. I can't accept it. It's too ridiculous. And by the way, why do I remember now?
(My father, my mother, Roger, Casey, they all killed me... Why would I have to be killed? What's wrong with you? The bad guys are still alive...)
The son of the landlord, who did a mess in court, killed his sister, and committed and sold many girls to the crowd, was upheld by law. That seems to be what human rights are all about.
(This world is for making people suffer, hell itself! And that hell, people are making it!
Harry was determined at this time. When I turn myself to the side that makes hell.
"Harry, what did you do with such a nasty face?
That arrow tip, determined, I heard a voice I could hear.
"Wow ahhh!?
I thought it was an illusion, and there was Casey in front of me, so Harry screamed in heaven.