Foreword:
People want to be happy! You must believe that you can achieve happiness!
Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy | "War and Peace"
[Part①·Alive]
Neither the gunsmith nor Marley Perrault spoke.
Xueming deliberately waited for a while, until the midsummer sun flew farther, hoping that the blood-giving monster would wake up. He could feel the characteristics of Pellerini's soul from the Marley boy, and he was an opponent that should not be underestimated.
But Marley did not intend to wait any longer, and his hatred for Pellerini drove him to continue taking action.
The victim dies with his eyes open, and the devil's hands are full of blood, but this damn set of social rules allows the perpetrator to continue breathing and living.
He can understand and understand the eradication of evil and procedural justice pursued by Mingde and Anonymous, and he also envies the gunsmith teacher's control over his emotions——
——But he can't do it. He is just a child who has just entered society, and he wants to execute his own death sentence himself.
Yukiko Haruta, Groba Perot, and the cheerleader of the Zebra Power Team, a passionate girl named Claire Wolf.
There must be an explanation for these three lives, otherwise this huge tearing feeling will tear him in half.
What kind of monster will he become? Will it hurt more people?
Will any other innocent victims lose their lives because of him?
Marley Perrault didn't know, couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure it out at all! To make complex things simple is more difficult for him than reaching the sky!
But if you kill someone, you have to pay for it with your life. He has always believed that his own life must be decided by himself. This is his choice and the only way he can go.
Family shaped him, the gunsmith changed him, and the various elements blended together to become Marley Perrault.
He has many things he likes, and he can admit without hesitation that he is a selfish, greedy and lustful person. This is his nature and a character he cannot let go of. Beautiful girls and a luxurious life, a big house and Delicious food, he wanted it all.
I want to be noticed by others, I want to become a good and great person, I want to be envied by others, I want to make others envy me.
I want to meet famous people, I want to be in a high position and have power, I want to change other people's lives, I want to decide other people's lives.
I want to respond to everything at once, I want to be successful and famous, I want to return home with a medal of merit, and have my parents kneel in front of me to apologize and admit their mistakes.
If I want little Groba to live a free life, it doesn't matter if he becomes a little bastard. After all, I have endured it for too long. He must dare to love, hate, and take responsibility. Get into trouble, tease girls, fight and bleed and squander gold and silver. As long as it's not an unforgivable sin, it's okay to spend time in a jail cell.
These hungers were never satisfied and nearly burned Marley Perrault's heart to ashes.
The wind died down for a while and the shooting range became clear.
"Be careful, Mr. Gunsmith."
From a distance of a hundred meters, continuous gunshots rang out.
The phantom light of the soul's power protected the two knights. In order to protect the audience, Fragrant Fantasy caught all the bullets fired - the kinetic energy of the bullets was completely digested in the cat's toes.
This one hundred meters is really too far. For a pistol bullet, it takes two hundred milliseconds to fly to reach the opponent's head. In the eyes of Fang Fang Huan Meng, it is as slow as a dancing butterfly.
Marley Perrault was not so lucky.
Pellelini lost his mind, and the power of the eye of the storm came to an end. Using his elemental configuration to activate the soul power was like Lu Bu riding a dog. No matter how powerful the spirit body was, it could not exert its true power. strength.
The breeze slightly deflected the bullet of the young eagle, and the bullet originally aimed at the head hit the side of Marley's face. The soft flesh of his ear was chipped away by the sharp and hot bullet, and he tilted his body to hold the gun with one hand - this is The survival method taught by the gunsmith teacher. Holding the gun sideways with one hand may reduce the shooting accuracy, but it can ensure that the shooter has the smallest area to be hit when facing the enemy's shooting range, and at the same time, he can fight back.
The pistol fired several weak bullets, and the gunsmith had to use his soul-calling power to move them away.
Fragrant Fantasy and the Gunsmith rushed down the short slope, only fired two shots before dropping their weapons and running towards Marley.
This kid doesn’t seem to want to live anymore——
——Jiang Xueming seemed to understand Marley Perrault’s thoughts when Fragrant Fantasy captured Marley’s bullet.
Because the warheads caught by the big steel cat are all ammunition without exception. In the downtown area of the capital, Pellerini could not get a gun, and Marley Perrault could only find a game gun from the Zebra Power team's logistics team.
When the empty magazine was hung up, Marley Perrault heard a crisp click sound. It was the empty hanging rod biting the slide and the bullet was finished.
In the artificial river downstream of Cang Yue Lake, in the rapid water flow, there is still a row of glass crystals sprayed out by Fragrant Fantasy with a sandstone waterjet.
They turn red for a while and golden for a while under the reflection of the setting sun.
The little Groba in the nightmare finally left his brother's shoulders. Under the sunlight, he almost lost his mind. He could no longer maintain his spiritual form and couldn't even speak.
Under the twisted water surface, Groba and his brother waved their hands, and a group of bright red salmon swam upstream, turning into brilliant splashes of water.
"Eye Of The"
In the middle of his shout, Marley Perrault immediately closed his mouth and clasped his hands in preparation for the impact.
The gunsmith's sprint turned into fierce momentum, and he flew into the arms of Marley Perrault.
Marley's legs and feet were tense, and his hands crossed to give way to the teacher's self-sacrifice kick. He immediately grabbed the gunsmith's legs, trying to use his strength to knock the gunsmith down with a shoulder-carriage.
How could the gunsmith let his immature skills stop him? Marley was taller than him, but his strength was not as outrageous as CC. His legs changed their alignment and clamped hard on Marley's shoulders, leaving only the solid concrete floor of the river embankment. There was a heavy muffled sound!
The two figures were spinning and entangled, with the gunsmith on top and Marley on the bottom falling solidly.
Marley's shoulders and neck were controlled, and the dust was kicked out by his shoes. He circled half a circle and relied on his core strength to move from a passive position facing the sky to an active position facing the earth. When controlled by the choke technique, the familiar earth is the best. Reference object, this is what the gunsmith teacher taught word by word, punch and kick.
The moment he regained his balance was the moment his hands were freed, so he punched the gunsmith's side, but when he hit the gunsmith with two punches, he felt pain in his phalanges - they were so strong, like steel. Muscles!
The gunsmith was beaten, but he didn't want to let go of Marley's shoulders, neck and head.
He firmly controlled the upper body of Marley boy, trying his best to squeeze the blood-giving monster's heart, lungs and large blood vessels, in order to subdue his opponent in this way.
Marley Perrault asked the gunsmith to kneel on the ground, trying to break free again, and looked out at the gap between the teacher's legs. There is no road anymore - if you move further to the right, you will fall into the river.
He was half-kneeling on the ground, trying to change his elbow strike to make the gunsmith see through. He screamed and beat his forearms hard until he was dizzy!
Stars appear at your eyes!
Twice! I tried to raise my hand to protect Tianling Gai, but my fingers were also broken!
The gunsmith wanted to smash his lower arm for the third time, and his body suddenly lost weight. He saw Marley Perot gritting his teeth and rushing forward. He knelt down and stretched out, and hit the concrete river with the gunsmith on his back. embankment road.
He was finally freed from the gunsmith's control, and saw his teacher quickly getting up, as if he had not been hurt——
——Yes, that’s the look.
He thought to himself and quickly climbed up.
——Yes, it’s the look I’ve been looking forward to, the look I’ve always admired since I was thirteen.
It seems that he is not afraid of pain at all. No matter how badly he was hurt, he can get up immediately and continue fighting.
Xueming waited for a while and saw that Marley Perrault was just defending with arms and had no intention of attacking.
He took the time to pull out the molar on his right cheek, which was already broken.
"Pooh"
Spitting out a mouthful of bloody spit, the gunsmith waved his hand.
"Come!"
"Teacher" Marley Perrault didn't understand how he could be qualified to stand in front of the unknown hero. The moment the fragrant dream disappeared, he held back his tears and finally maintained his will to fight until now. It seemed that a few simple The words were about to break his heart.
The gunsmith just waved his hand, asking Marley to take the initiative to attack.
"Come on! Come on!"
A long, long time passed. A long, long time.
The sun was gradually fading away, and the clouds on the hollow dome turned blood red.
Marley was dejected and suddenly lost all his courage. He hunched his lower body and used all his strength, roaring angrily and wildly, with a ferocious expression and bulging eyes.
"ah!!!----"
He couldn't see clearly, he only felt pain, but he didn't know how to escape from this cage, like a war beast.
"ah!!!!!----"
"Do you still have the energy?" Jiang Xueming sat down on the river embankment, finally able to breathe heavily, and his tense core relaxed.
He shook his arms. He was injured in the fight with CC, and the newly grown arm hit Pellerini's head again. It was bloody and not very obedient. It would be a bit embarrassing to use this body to subdue Marley Perot.
"Can't fight anymore?"
"Teacher" Boy Marley squatted down, half-kneeling on the ground——
--different from the gunsmith he imagined.
This man is not as strong as before as described in the legend.
For a moment, the child didn't know what to say. Because of these complex puzzles, he had to tell incomprehensible riddles and utter fragmented English words one by one.
"Why should we live? Parents"
"Family, Friends"
"My heart, what is pure, beautiful and true."
"me."
"Where is the way out?"
"I don't understand.I."
"Education, culture, hard work, success and fame"
"Hate! Loneliness! Anxiety! Despair!"
"What on earth have I become?"
[Part②·Flying flowers]
Xueming didn't reply, he couldn't handle this problem——
——He could only reach into his trouser pocket, trying to pull out the crumpled cigarette case, and took out a blood-stained cigarette.
Then he grabbed Fragrance Dream's paws, rubbed them red on the river embankment, and lit the cigarette with the heat of the big cat's toes.
Boy Marley looked towards the road beyond the river embankment. More people were coming.
A big hand suddenly touched his head. It was Jiang Xueming stroking the child's head.
"teacher?!"
Marley felt lost and at a loss at this moment. He only felt that his hands were extremely itchy, and his eyes and mouth were in his fleshy palms! The essence belonging to Pellerini has undergone drastic changes!
Pellelini's eyeballs rolled out of Marley's palm, pulling out a dead flesh insect. Its fangs and fishy tongue became limp and weak. It fell to the concrete floor and was immediately burned to death by the afterglow of the sun.
The cigarette caused the breeze on both sides of the river to blow out a brilliant bright golden color. It flickered on and off, and from time to time it spit out a wisp of smoke.
A long, long time passed, almost eight minutes based on Mari Perrault's sensory time. The gunsmith stood in front of him like this, pressing his head, doing nothing and saying nothing.
Marley looked at the wounds on his two palms in surprise. They were gradually healing. In the river water, his hair also changed from bright red back to orange. His eyes turned into brown-gold pupils again, as if he had been reborn as a human being.
He looked at the gunsmith teacher and felt incredible——
"——Could it be said that Fragrant Fantasy's ability is to turn monsters into humans?! Teacher!"
The station has never disclosed Sweet Dreams' special psychic powers, and the blood-granting monsters don't know what SD's true abilities are. After all, most of the enemies who have seen such superpowers have already reported to the Palace of Hell.
The gunsmith didn't say anything, but the iron sculpture stopped motionless.
Only then did Marley Perrault realize something was wrong!
The smoke from cigarettes, and the river water! Passing by low-flying waterbirds, patterns in the water, and people on the other side of the grassland near the road on the riverbank.
None of them seemed to be able to move! wrong! This is wrong!
"Could this be the power of my soul? Did I stop time?"
Marley was a little frightened. How could he have the super power to preserve time?
is that so? Is it really?
Because I don't want to die! I want to live! So I awakened my own soul power?
That must be it, right? ! Using Pellelini's powerful spiritual power and this blood-granting body, the conditions have been met!
All the things needed for Hohenheim's theory of essence have been gathered together.
"But what to do next?"
Before Marley fell into the ecstasy of rebirth, another question stumped him.
"What should I do? Leave here?"
"How to control it? How to call it?"
Marley started to go crazy and scratched his messy hair. He didn't even know Hunwei's name.
"How do you keep time flowing!?"
Wait a minute! Wait a minute! No, no, no! I have to escape! I want to escape from here.
As he carefully walked away from the gunsmith and ran across the grass, the little guy ran back and sat back down next to the teacher.
His face was full of annoyance, and in a world where he was the only one, he could finally open up and say something.
"Teacher, I killed someone"
"To catch Pellerini, I killed people, I ate her."
"I can't pass this test, but what should I do? I really want to live an ignoble existence and survive. How should I face Claire's parents?"
"I don't like her at all, I just think she's pretty and I'm such a scumbag!"
He shook his body back and forth, his head almost hitting the ground, feeling angry and remorseful.
"I dare not tell you these words. It's so fucking embarrassing."
"What would Groba think of my brother? If he were still alive."
"Yukiko will be very angry. She will never think that I am a clean person anymore."
"If this super power can last forever."
"Can you leave me for a while? Just for a while. I want to be alone."
Marley Perrault gradually stood up, walked out a few steps and then ran back——
——He put out the cigarette butt in the gunsmith's hand.
"Master's wife will definitely be angry when she sees it. I'll kill it for you first."
After doing this, he seemed to have let go of something, his whole body felt relaxed, and he was about to float.
After climbing up the short slope, I finally felt uneasy and wanted to look back to make sure that the gunsmith was still there and had not left, being firmly locked by the strong gravity of time and space.
Marley Perrault walked out of the cage, and he was no longer a war beast.
"Are there so many people?"
The intercity highway was crowded with people. Marley looked all the way, and the first thing he saw was Mrs. Kelly, who was crying hard.
Her little baby was already swollen from the cold. The boy was only five or six years old. There was still frost on his face and his head was swollen.
Such a horrific scene, in Marley's opinion - the culprit Pellerini should be cut to pieces! Don't die a good death! He was so angry that he rushed out a few steps, wanting to kill Pellerini on the spot, but the next second he restrained his murderous intention.
Because beside Mrs. Keli was General Crying, and beside General Crying was 9527, who had rushed over eight hundred miles away on a motorcycle.
Any follower of the gunsmith knows such an eccentric master's wife, who is the gunsmith's guide.
Mrs. Keli maintained her hysterical demeanor, frozen like an ice sculpture. She seemed to be arguing with 9527 about something, and could not listen to anyone's words at all.
The same goes for General Crying. In order to calm down Mrs. Kelly, he grabbed the writing board and drew thick prompts on the board with a marker.
"It's frozen! Maybe it can be saved - I told you! I'll take care of it!"
9527 is hugging another nameless savior, the doctor at the JoeStar healing room, who can make people reborn and re-recognize the other side of themselves, the little finger.
The teacher’s wife also had a pen in her hand, and she was writing angrily in red letters on the big writing board.
"Wake the fuck up!"
Next was Jason Megan who hung under the writing board. The board was his drawing board. Because General Crying and his wife were too strong, he had to keep this awkward posture and was dragged over with his little finger.
Mrs. Kelly yelled with tears in her eyes, holding her son in one hand and holding a pen in the other. Her lines on the board were
"Am I crying in vain! Are these tears all for my disgraced ex-husband? The atmosphere is here!"
Marley Perrault only felt weird, with a sense of absurdity and warmth.
Everything has color——
——At this moment, he let go more.
Pellelini was no longer human, and the soldiers who told Guangling to stop pointed their guns at him and knelt in front of the food truck.
Marley strode forward, unbuttoned his trouser pockets and peed hard on the head of the angel of the immortal, and then left with satisfaction.
He walked a few hundred meters and remembered something again! I hurriedly ran back and pooped on my parents in the freezer!
After doing all this, he only felt empty inside. He set foot on the intercity highway again. What should he do?
The dead will not be resurrected, and lost relatives and loved ones will never be found.
Like a headless fly, he just said to the gunsmith teacher at first.
"I'm just going to leave for a while, let me be alone for a while."
Where to go? Where to go?
Go see Aohun Mingde!
Boy Marley perked up——
"——Yes, I haven't met BOSS yet, not really! Go and see it, at least see it!"
He got on the troop carrier that Guangling stopped, and didn't care how the vehicle started in the stagnant environment of time and space. All this seemed illogical, but the Marley boy ignored it.
The vehicle engine started smoothly. It was his first time driving and he was a little nervous. The moment he stepped on the accelerator, he felt a strong pushing sensation on his back that panicked him and he finally clumsily fastened his seat belt.
He headed towards the 40th arrondissement. The nearest station was at the end of the intercity highway.
When passing by his ancestral home, he took another look -
——The cattle pen in the slaughterhouse is empty, and the animals are left unattended and have rushed out of the pen. Life has to find a way for itself and go to the pasture to find food.
After an hour and a half of driving, he parked the armed vehicle in the parking lot of the station. He dented the front and rear of the car before he could barely park it into the parking space.
Marley Boy bowed towards the vehicle as he got out of the car.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
He ran towards the platform, passed the ticket office, and when he passed the security check, he heard the piercing alarm bell——
——The warning that the spiritual disaster concentration exceeded the standard sounded for a while.
He looked at the safety door curiously, then stepped back and entered and exited repeatedly.
Every time he entered, the alarm sounded. The playful boy did not go to the waiting room until the alarm ran out of battery.
When he passed the canteen, he was so hungry that he fished out two pieces of corn from the hot steamer. They bounced in Marley's palm, so hot that Marley looked like a juggler. When they all fell into his stomach, he became like a juggler. happiness.
Before going to the platform, there is one more thing to do!
He saw countless people, different passengers from all over the place.
There was a fat-headed, big-eared and meaty-faced passenger who was harassing the flight attendant. He went up and gave the fat pig a hard slap, then took out two pieces of change from the rude passenger's pocket and sent it to the passenger. Go to the counter of the canteen and use it as money to buy corn.
As if he thought it was not enough, he turned back and glanced at the flight attendant a few times——
——He felt itchy in his heart, as if he had a guilty conscience, and kissed the back of the young lady’s hand.
"I hope your beauty won't be a burden."
Marley said this and finally set off.
When he came to the platform, his cheeks were red and he felt like a bastard.
"Marley Perrault! You are so lecherous! You deserve to die!"
The empty platform finally made him realize that he couldn't go anywhere in the still time and space.
The landscape cherry blossom trees planted next to the beams are in full bloom.
The sun stopped at the exit of the platform forever. On the far side of the mountains, the petals were blown by the wind. Before they had time to fall, they were frozen in this moment forever.
Marley Perrault is going to the Nine Realms, but the train never seems to come.
But he didn't notice this. He couldn't feel the existence of time, nor could he feel this eternal moment.
"What does Mount Fuji look like? I seem to have only seen it in travel magazines."
"Where is Yukiko's hometown?"
"Are there cherry blossoms everywhere? Or are they only on Mount Fuji?"
"How long do we have to wait?" Marley took out the stolen ticket. The boarding time on the ticket reminded him and brought him back to reality, "Oh no!"
He held his head with regret on his face and finally came to a realization.
"If this continues! Am I going to go back to the Nine Realms?!"
He was pacing back and forth on the platform, his head filled with questions.
"Thirty-one hours of driving! Walking back? Oh my God!"
He bit his nails and squatted in front of the platform, looking at the rails under his feet and the maintenance channel on the side of the rails. He followed the rails and spread out. His heart was wavering. After a moment of hesitation, he saw a vague and familiar figure on the opposite platform. shadow.
The corn in his stomach caused his brain to suffer from ischemia, and it was difficult for him to regain his consciousness for a while.
Without any hesitation, he ignored the safe passage between the platforms, jumped off the rails, and climbed to the other side.
He came to the side of the figure. He looked at the person. He got closer and looked carefully. It was a woman——
——It was Haruta Yukiko carrying her luggage, wearing a big straw hat with sun protection, grabbing a small pink floral umbrella with her other hand, looking towards the exit of the platform as if she was about to go on a long trip. She was exactly the same as the girl in Marley Perrault's memory, so much so that Marley was deeply shocked and found it difficult to accept this fact.
Marley clapped his hands first, ducked to the side, and stamped his legs several times until he finally felt his legs were numb.
He didn't know what to say. He was completely confused among these mysteries.
He opened his mouth several times, but finally choked back his words. He opened his arms to hug Yukiko——
——Then he immediately stepped away, pretending to be a natural encounter, and stood next to Yukiko.
He was only afraid that time would suddenly start to flow and the atmosphere would become awkward.
He stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets, one leg shaking unconsciously, and finally mustered up his courage.
Finally, he leaned towards the side of Yukiko's face and kissed her gently.
"Why?!!!"
The big clock on the platform rang, the tinkling copper bells sounded, and the whistle whistled.
Passengers coming and going ask their companions to catch up and are about to go to another station.
The administrator blew his whistle and shouted! Ask people to stay away from the safety line!
Yukiko covered the side of her face, dropped her luggage, and was so shocked that she spoke her native language.
"Hey!? Hey hey!? Nani? Nani Nani?"
The wind rolled up the tender pink petals, then slowly fell down, mixed with the pink steam, and was pulled by the whirlwind generated when the hot and cold air on the platform intersected, turning them into a variety of purples and reds with a sweet taste.
Marley caught Yukiko's luggage, raised his head, and was speechless.
At this moment, the train pulled into the station.
