Mo Li walked slowly in the camp in a daze. The pedestrians around him were all nervous and walking in a hurry. The entire camp was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere.
But Mo Li, who was immersed in his own world, didn't realize it at all. He just walked aimlessly, and the scenes from the time he entered the world of Tiga kept appearing in front of him.
"From the confusion and confusion when I first came to the world of Tiga, to the slight touch when I saw the stone statue of Tiga, and even the honor to fight as light again..."
"The thought has appeared in my mind more than once. Maybe I can become an Ultra Warrior, or even a hero who saves the world. That's what I think. However"
"But I can't even ease the relationship between Gakuma and humans, and I don't even know what I should do."
The constant and fierce collision between Mo Li's desire to be a hero and the cruel reality until everything is shattered makes Mo Li truly understand that even if he is a time traveler, even if he is lucky enough to become a translator, he is still just an ordinary person after all. , after all, they are just a part of all living beings.
There will also be sorrow and pain, there will also be things that cannot be decided, and there will also be cowardice and hesitation that even dare not take a step forward. This also completely crushed the faint pride in Mo Li's heart after entering the world of Diga, leaving only Feeling hesitant and cowardly.
At this time, Mo Li seemed to be a little out of tune with the whole world. The passers-by just glanced at Mo Li curiously and then left. For them, the burden of life has almost overwhelmed them. In addition, the recent appearance of the monster Kakuma has made people panic. They really have no energy left to relate to a stranger, and they are forced by the world to There are too many people who are going to collapse...
Although most of the people had left, there was only one gentle yet sharp gaze that never left Mo Li's figure.
"Young man, you seem troubled. Could you please talk to me, an old man?"
Hearing the vaguely familiar voice coming from his ears, Mo Li woke up from his own world. At this time, he finally saw the person coming, and his body tensed almost subconsciously.
"Director Sawai!"
"Haha! Young people don't have to be so nervous." Director Sawai smiled and waved his hand, and then said.
"I remember that you were specially recommended to come to TPC by Captain Hui Jian." Mo Li's face was full of embarrassment as if he was caught fishing for fish at work and was caught by his boss.
Director Sawai laughed when he saw Mo Li's appearance and said, "Don't worry about it, you are just chatting casually with me, an old man. That, I remember, is Mr. Mo Li."
"I didn't expect you to remember me." Mo Li was somewhat flattered. After all, the dignified TPC director could actually remember him, a non-staff member.
"Haha! I'm not bragging, I, an old man, have a very good memory. What's more, you are the first person recommended by the "selfless" Captain Hui in so many years.
Mo Li was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer this question. Director Sawai didn't wait for Mo Li to answer.
"So, if you have any troubles, can you talk to me, an old man?"
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Perhaps it was because Director Sawai had a very good impression on Mo Li both in the play and here, or perhaps because Mo Li also wanted to talk to others, in short, Mo Li told the director everything about his troubles.
Director Sawai pondered for a moment and said, "Mo Li, I can't give you the answer directly. The answer is for you to see, listen, feel, and then think and draw your own conclusions."
"Go!" Director Sawai handed a piece of paper with an address to Mo Li.
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Mo Li had already arrived at the address on the note and saw a few simple tents. For some reason, these tents were far away from the other tents, leaving a vacuum.
Mo Li stepped forward and pressed the doorbell gently. After a while, a middle-aged woman with a haggard face came out and walked up to Mo Li aggressively.
"Didn't I tell you not to come again!" He said while pushing Mo Li away.
Before Mo Li could react to what was going on, several people carrying cameras suddenly appeared out of nowhere. A young woman who was dressed very delicately pointed the microphone at the middle-aged woman.
"Excuse me, what do you think of your husband's death?"
"If your husband hadn't dug up Jakuma's stone, then Jakuma wouldn't have been provoked, and he wouldn't have died.
"Crooked! You guy! It's inevitable..." Mo Li was about to step forward to stop him, when suddenly the doors of several tents opened, and out came old people, women about the same age as middle-aged women, young people, teenagers and even children. .
At this time, everyone, including the middle-aged woman, looked at the exquisitely dressed young woman with the same look. It was an indescribable look, as if the tears containing pain had been completely shed, leaving only Numbness, silence and despair, it was like crawling out of hell.
The exquisitely dressed woman was still chattering, and she didn't see it until the companion next to her patted her. A burst of screams broke the tranquility of the sky. The woman ran wildly away from the crowd. There was a large pool of water stains on her pants. At this time, her hair was disheveled and she was left in a mess...
Those few people left, but people still stood here blankly without moving even half a step, until a loud cry came from the tent. The middle-aged woman finally recovered her spirit and hurried back to the tent, while the others also It was like pressing the play button again and starting to do their own things again.
Mo Li left. At this time, he was already a little afraid to face those people. Their dead eyes replayed over and over again in his mind. Mo Li could clearly feel their pain and despair after losing their loved ones. He understood that he did not No one is qualified to ask them to forgive Gakuma, let alone make decisions for them.
Mo Li didn't notice that the light in his heart became dimmer.
