Bang bang bang!
Three short and rapid gunshots sounded, and vague shadows appeared by the windows. People were peeking in the direction of the gunshots. Now it's time to speak:
"An airship is going to crash here soon. If you don't want to die, run for your life as far away as possible! Now! Inform everyone around you!"
Ed never thought he would roar so loudly like a lion in his life, but at least it worked.
The crowd finally noticed the purple comet in the sky, and for a moment, surprise turned to panic.
A burst of footsteps shook the mountains, forming a chaotic drumbeat, and chaos and panic spread far faster than his shouts.
Soon, even those further away who had not heard the shouts were attracted by the commotion and fled like a flock of frightened birds.
Ed looked up at the airship falling in mid-air. There is not much time left, and he doesn't know how many people will survive. This is all he can do now.
The only good thing is that the gas used to fill the air bag is ether instead of hydrogen, otherwise a huge fireball like this falling from the sky would spread to God knows where.
"Don't touch me! I won't leave!"
A hoarse, feeble roar sounded like someone had expired, interrupting Ed's thoughts. Then came the cry of a woman.
He leaned over and saw a dry old man waving a kitchen knife. The fat man next to him had blood on his arm. Judging from their faces and expressions, they are probably his sons or other relatives.
"Dad! Calm down, you cut Robin!" the younger girl on the side screamed.
"He asked for it..." The old man seemed to have realized his behavior, but his stubbornness did not allow him to bow his head. "Don't come over, I'm not going anywhere. You can run for your lives."
Apparently the old man had suffered one or more strokes. His eyes were cloudy and his whole body exuded a foul smell of urine. Whenever he spoke, his toothless jaw would tremble uncontrollably from side to side.
Any discerning person knows that he may not have long to live. Even the slightest tap was enough to kill him.
"The airship is falling this way. If it drags it here any longer, you will all die." Ed warned as he walked into the room.
"Then come on, I'm not afraid of anything anymore. I've lived here all my life, and I'm destined to die here."
Maybe the old man's remaining sanity was no longer aware of the imminent disaster, or maybe he was really, as he said, no longer afraid of anything.
"Why don't you listen to the advice?" The young girl covered her face and cried.
"You guys should run for your lives first. Dragging her down here is not an option. The airship will hit her head at any time." Ed patted her on the shoulder and pushed her gently towards the door.
"But my father..."
The big man wanted to say something else, but Ed spoke first:
"You go first. I will think of a way."
Although the other party did not know Ed's identity, the shining silver armor and metal frame on his body were obviously very convincing.
"Okay, sir, take care." The big man finally breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, took his sister and ran away without looking back.
Rather than really believing in me, maybe he just needs a reason to comfort himself in the future. Ed thought to himself, turning his head to face the old man. There was still plenty of time for him.
"I know your kind, City Hall lackeys. You just want to take my house. Get us out and we'll never come back."
The old man had a gloomy face and staggered towards Ed with a knife in his hand, "Get out!"
The trembling fragile tip of the knife pressed against the breastplate of the Falcon Armor, leaving not even a scratch.
"Actually, I'm not responsible for this part of the business." Ed grabbed the knife and threw it on the ground, then kicked it away. "You'd better come with me.
If the house is gone, it can be rebuilt, but if the people are gone, there really is nothing. "
"You are too young to understand." The old man's stubborn eyes swept across the whole room, as if this was everything to him, "There will be nothing, there will not be another spring. I deserve my fate. So, this is the will of the Lord.”
"I believe that the Holy Spirit is not that wicked yet. So maybe it was Him who sent me to help you?"
These words made the old man stunned for a moment. While he was still thinking about the meaning of this sentence sporadically, Ed carried the old man on his back, trying to prevent his fragile brain from being shaken as much as possible. The whistling sound in the air became more intense, almost swallowing up the voices of the two people close at hand.
The streets were already deserted, with only a few people still running. Perhaps they were reluctant to throw away their important belongings, or perhaps they wanted to take advantage of the situation. But Ed couldn't care about that anymore.
"Are you really an angel?" the old man asked in a slurred voice, "I just looked out the window and saw a man with wings descending from the sky and landing on the building opposite."
It seemed that what he just said caused the old man some misunderstanding. But Ed didn't want to correct this mistake. Since this misunderstanding was beneficial to him, let it continue like this. There’s no need to kill a dying old man’s fantasy.
"Yes, that's me." He admitted with a nod.
"That's it...that's it." The old man murmured to himself, "I thought it was my eyesight. No wonder you are invulnerable."
"No, you are very sober. Not everyone can recognize my true identity."
After getting to know Catalina, Ed seems to have gradually become familiar with this mysterious role-playing game.
"Can you tell me what life is like in heaven?" the old man asked with longing and fear.
