bayedsolid Chapter 258 Magician: I must have been a boring old-fashioned person before
Chapter 258 Magician: I must have been a boring old-fashioned person before
Gin stared at his expression sternly, and seeing that he didn't waver at all, he sneered and turned away, pretending not to see him.
Vodka hid aside and smoked, not daring to get involved in the confrontation between the eldest brother and the boss who owned five liquor names.
Seeing that they had called a truce, Miyano Shiho struggled to break free from Vodka, ran to Furiya Rei, and sat down.
"Brother Toru." She called out worriedly. Seeing that her brother was conscious, she checked him briefly and knew what medicine Gin had used.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this medicine was made in a laboratory and has little effect on the human body.
Fūya Rei blinked at the little girl, calming her worries, and then he opened his eyes and stared at the blue sky.
Who is the god that those people say guides them to open their hearts and walk on the right path?
Who is the great sage?
Although Jyougu Rei has gentle brows, his eyes clearly hide tiredness and melancholy.
He was just an ordinary person, and his death in public was nothing but a scam under the dazzling fireworks.
He was trapped in a cage, so how could he lead everyone to see the light of day?
Rei Furuya lay on the boat, his eyes reflecting the seabirds flying across the sky. He seemed to hear the frantic shouts of Amilin and the others again, as if calling out to their gods:
"Etienne Saint-Michel!"
"Freedom! Freedom!! Freedom!!!"
They ignored the coldness of the moon and jumped into the icy river without hesitation. It was like trying to fish for the moon in the water, but they couldn't fish out a clown.
He could also hear someone crying and shouting.
“The Saint is dead.
I didn't find him.
I didn't save him.
He melted into the river, climbed the fish tail and flowed into the sea, heading towards a freer direction.
There were also people shouting loudly and laughing wildly while surrounded by police.
“God, did you take Sheng away?
You protect people, but you don't care if we kill each other."
Some determined pilgrims knelt in worship, chanting loudly: "Death is so heavy, yet it is only a moment. It falls so lightly into the water, like the petals of a sunflower falling, falling into the black mud, withering and disappearing.
Statue of Liberty, your island of freedom has been drowned by order and shattered by gunfire. Your believers, holding on to the flames of war, struggle to survive, standing at the mouth of the Hudson River like gravekeepers with nothing.
Fūya Ling thought that he must be hallucinating. He was so far away and was about to leave the port, how could he still hear those people's voices.
He closed his eyes, his lips curled up slightly in a bitter arc.
Stop shouting.
Stop shouting.
I can't save anyone.
I'm just a fake clown.
I can't change anything, I can only stare enviously at the white birds flapping their wings and flying high into the blue sky in the smoke.
If only I were a robin, I could shout and spring would come.
If only I were a butterfly. I would stop on a sunflower and the sunshine would come.
But I'm just a clown.
In this ridiculous and absurd world, I am wearing a smiling mask and crying, with shackles all over my body.
In the shimmering river, in the embers of dying gunpowder, I told a huge lie and walked towards a false and grand death.
Don't fish anymore.
Don't jump anymore.
Stop chasing.
There, there is no light of yours.
That is not the light you are seeking.
There, there was only one clown.
A tear fell from the magician's eye. He said sadly, "Why should I be trapped by falsehood?"
"Obviously, we are all chasing freedom."
The magician's eyes seemed to have been washed with water and were misty.
He whispered to the little girl who had been guarding him, "What is it that has trapped us?"
It’s really painful.
Ever since he realized that this world was just a piece of black and white paper that a cartoonist could paint on at will, he had been in so much pain.
As for when I realized this, it was probably when I found the thick comic book that was still getting thicker and thicker in the novice gift package in the system space!
—Be strong! You must take back our world from Him.
- Calm down! Don't waste your time on useless suffering.
The rational and commanding tone resounded in my mind.
Magician: ...Has anyone ever told me that I was really unromantic and annoying in the past?!
This stubborn, yet extremely rational character is completely different from his pursuit of freedom and romance.
I want the vast epic to leave behind a magnificent chapter for me, and when mentioning me, every word contains the joy of freedom!
Instead of being as serious as a state official who is bound by rules and regulations.
The magician gnashed his teeth, convinced that he was an extremely boring person before he lost his memory.
Miyano Shiho remained silent cautiously and did not dare to speak.
The magician was obviously insane, and she couldn't let him get any crazier.
The sky gradually darkened, and the wind from the harbor brought a wisp of smoke and sadness.
Police reinforcements continued to arrive here, and the sound of sirens filled the entire sky.
Vodka put down the binoculars and muttered, "Looking at the situation, Liberty Island is completely surrounded by armed SWAT police. Arrack can't get out at all."
Gin flipped through his phone and immediately ordered, "Contact Vermouth. Once Arrack is caught, have her take Tequila and Binga to silence him."
"yes, Sir."
In the residential complex in Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo.
In an apartment, two policemen sat cross-legged in front of a baby cradle, their expressions extremely serious, as if they were interrogating a prisoner.
In the cradle, the innocent and pure little baby moved around with his big eyes open, but those eyes, which should have been sometimes smart and sometimes familiar, were extremely dull, as if they had lost their souls.
Hagiwara Kenji stared at the baby intently. There were two dark circles under his fair face, and his eyes were full of red bloodshot. He held the small bottle in his hand and said anxiously: "Hagi has been very busy recently and has not paid attention to Guang-chan for a while. How come something went wrong all of a sudden!"
Matsuda Jinpei placed the doctor's diagnosis in front of him and scratched his messy curly hair, which made him look even more aggressive. "It's not a sudden problem. Hagi, you've been busy recently, so I didn't bother you. But Xiaoguang has been like this for a while."
To be precise, it has been half a month.
One day half a month ago, after he got off work from the explosives department, he habitually sat in front of his not-so-scientific colleague, dismantling the bomb model while complaining about his colleagues' poor professional skills and nagging that the bomb makers' handmade works that appeared nowadays were too rubbish, which made him lose interest.
That venomous look made Baby Zero glare at him speechlessly.
The next day was the same, but my friend seemed a little quieter.
On the third day, his friend was so angry that he hummed for a long time and looked weak, which made him think that he had not fed him enough.
On the fourth day, when he complained again, his best friend, who was in a baby state, had regret and nostalgia hidden deep in his eyes that he could easily catch.
He began to realize that something was wrong.