It took Soshyan two seconds to guess why the lady wanted to hide the photo in her hair. Someone must have checked her body before coming. And she was so hesitant because someone warned her not to say anything. Say something bad.
Looking at the small faces covered in dust and dirt and the eyes that were almost losing their luster in the photos, Soshiyang suddenly wanted to cry and laugh, and finally turned into a strong murderous intention - —
He wanted to kill someone until the breath he was holding in his chest was released.
He could almost simulate it in his mind. These children under ten years old worked in the factory for 14 to 16 hours a day. The overloaded and high-intensity labor made them exhausted. Sometimes they fell asleep without even having the energy to eat. Their working environment is like hell, with crude factory buildings, poor ventilation, deafening roars of machines and dirty, hot air that ravages their young bodies, leaving diseases, injuries and death with them.
Maybe it's just a distraction or a nap, and they will be sucked into the roaring machine and crushed to pieces by the huge gears and pistons.
If the meaning of life is only the faint scream in the roar of the machine, then what right do they have to ask them to worship, believe in, love, and fight for whom?
Soshyan suddenly felt very painful, unusually painful. He even envied warriors like Seth and Tiberius. They didn't have to think about this at all, and they didn't care about it, let alone understand it. Just fight, kill, rage like a weapon.
Even like Coze, picking up the butcher's knife, killing everything, and burning everything down doesn't seem to be such a bad choice. At least he doesn't have to see anything and don't need to pay attention to anything. In a sense, it's better. easy.
But he couldn't do this, and he couldn't do this. Even his reason told him that even killing those factory owners and managers was meaningless. It was not a problem of a few people.
He used to be proud of his reason and reasoning, which he believed was the magic weapon for defeating many opponents, but now he somewhat hates this ability——
Perhaps it was just an instinctive move, Soshyan turned over the photo, only to find that there was something on the back.
It was a letter, written in very elegant writing.
After looking at it for a while, Soshyan closed his eyes and said:
"Homa."
"exist."
Haoma, who was standing against the pillar to his right, immediately took a step forward, and Soshyan stretched out the letter to him.
"Read it for everyone to hear."
Although he was a little confused, Haomo still put the weapon in his elbow, took off his helmet, and walked over to take the photo from Soshyan.
After just looking at it for two seconds, his brows immediately wrinkled.
"Read it out."
Hao Mo took a deep breath, suppressed the anger on his face, and then slowly said:
"Dear Grandpa Angel, my name is Aznar. I am writing to you. I wish you good health and ask the God Emperor to bless you with all the best. I am an orphan with no father or mother. I was born in Adidas leather shoes a long time ago. Work in the factory. Many of my friends work here. Little Wick, Ka, Yanni, and Weir were originally there, but she was taken away seven shifts ago. She was sold to the factory by her parents. But it seems that the factory owner sent her to another place. I heard it was because she was 13 years old. She kept crying before she left. I was beaten yesterday and I secretly slept in the maintenance room for a while. I was too When I was tired, the supervisor grabbed my hair, pulled me to the open space, and beat me hard with a work leather strap. The day before my eleventh shift, the supervisor hit me with a wrench because I messed with a part. The little finger of my left hand was broken. He would always hit us with whatever he picked up. There was nothing in the morning. There was only water in the morning, and the black water was a little sticky. We could only eat the second meal of glutinous rice when we had a five-minute break. .But there is always sand in the paste, and the stuck tooth socket is almost worn away. He always says that he has a toothache, and sometimes the pain is so painful that he hits his head with an iron can."
Haoma's hands were shaking, he couldn't read anymore, anger burned in his eyes and under his skin.
"Chapter Commander, let me kill these beasts!"
All the soldiers turned their heads to look at Soshyan, but Soshyan just closed his eyes and replied coldly:
"Finish reading."
Hao Mo took a few breaths and continued to read out the following words through gritted teeth.
"Dear Grandpa Angel, show your mercy. The teacher said that you are the greatest hero in the world, sent by the God Emperor to bring mercy to all people. Please take us out of here. We can go anywhere, everyone. We may not be able to endure it anymore. Our eldest brother Rod, who used to take good care of us, died twenty shifts ago. His hand was caught in the machine. The supervisors kept shouting to protect the machine, and they used saws to cut Rod alive. Brother De's hand, he screamed in pain, blood spurted everywhere, they didn't care about him at all. I am writing to you, I hope you can see it, my writing is ugly, the teacher can only teach us secretly at night, but I always I was sleepy, and sometimes there was only one light and everyone was gathered together. The teacher was really nice and always secretly left us food scraps that others threw in the classroom during the day, so that we could sleep in the classroom instead Beside the smelly ditch, everyone said she should also be an angel! Please have mercy on us unfortunate orphans, dear Grandpa Angel."
By the end of the reading, Hao Mo had begun to pant, and Soshiyang opened his eyes, a little dim, but more of a powerlessness.
He looked at the female teacher who was still choking and asked warmly:
"You ghostwrote this letter, right?"
". Aznar's letter cannot be brought in. Him."
"I see, where is this boy now?"
"no no!"
She suddenly burst into tears, covered her face with her hands, and fell to the ground.
Those who were already fidgeting in their chairs immediately looked at her with various doubts. Then something even more surprising happened to them. Soshyan slowly lowered his body. Due to the inconvenience of wearing armor, he even knelt down on one knee. on the ground.
"What's wrong?"
". Aznar told him last night that he was very happy that an angel came to this world. He had been working for 17 hours continuously. He still spent 1 hour writing a letter. He said that he wanted to dream about what an angel would look like. Put the letter Give it to him and he went to sleep. When the bell rang in the morning, I saw him opening his eyes and staring straight up as if he wanted to see through the ceiling and roof where the angel should be."
Soshiyang pursed his lips and could only squeeze out two words.
"Feel sorry."
The teacher put down his hands and looked at Soshyan with tears streaming down his face.
"Sir, there are hundreds of millions of such children in the hive. They either have no parents and are sold to factories by orphanages in order to make a living. Or they are sold to factories by their own parents. They are treated like livestock. It shouldn't be like this. , It shouldn’t be like this! Many of them died in high-intensity labor before they grew up, or were disabled due to accidents. Many of them will become gang members and thugs when they get older, and some girls will become gang members and thugs once they reach age. They may even be sold to brothels! Their families may not be clean and their backgrounds may be very humble, but sir, you must believe me, their character is definitely not the same as the dirt on their bodies! Absolutely! Their dirty skin There is still a simple and kind heart in the middle! They know how to help each other better than anyone else! They know how to take care of the weak better than anyone else, even if they themselves are also weak!"
