100 million walked slowly behind Zheng Yuan, and then there was a subtle sound like rubber friction, and 100 million suddenly expanded.
The original height of three meters has become ten meters. The hair on his body is flowing, and his eyes have become more slender, making him look a little ethereal.
"give it to me."
100 million whispered to Zheng Yuan, and then there was a long exhalation sound. 100 million seemed to be expelling all the air in the lungs, and even the body deflated a bit.
The sound of exhalation stopped, and then there was a longer sound of inhalation.
The air with the smell of gunpowder smoke entered 100 million's lungs, and along with the various subtle and imperceptible smells on it, another world appeared in 100 million's mind.
In the dark space, with the use of smell, everything around him was slowly conceived.
The first is Zheng Yuan in front. His smell is very familiar to Yi Yi. The aroma on Zheng Yuan’s hair is Yi Yi’s favorite shampoo, so Yi Yi pours its shampoo into Zheng Yuan’s shampoo bottle. , it smelled like Zheng Yuan didn't notice it.
Then there were clothes, trousers, and shoes, which still smelled of Xiaomei. Xiaomei had washed them herself, and even Xiaomei's appearance was about to appear, but 100 million quickly stopped them because that was not its goal.
The broken gravel and soil on the ground are full of the pungent smell of gunpowder, and then there is the tombstone in front, which also has the salty smell of the carver's hand sweat. Under the soil, in the huge coffin is a large pile of dead bones, mixed with several... The breath of a hundred people.
Following these smells, I gradually sketched out the original appearance of the owners of these smells.
How he looked when he died.
Pain, ferocious expressions, mutilated limbs.
Time starts to go backwards!
The cannonball reorganized, the burning flame gradually extinguished, the bullet was pulled out of the body, the blood returned to its original place, the broken limbs reassembled into a complete human body, and at the same time, the bullet followed the trajectory it came from and returned to its original place. In the muzzle.
The black muzzle of the gun began to emerge, and the butchers holding the guns were also outlined bit by bit, first the finger that pulled the trigger, then the arms, shoulders, heads, and then their clothes, light and breathable linings, thick coats, There’s also that pattern on the chest!
A large circle with many stars inside, looking like a pizza.
One hundred million closed his eyes and used his paws to outline the pizza-like pattern on the ground.
"It's the national emblem of Dudi Country."
Umeda said softly on the side.
"I know, I've seen it, been to this country before, and their pizza is delicious."
Zheng Yuan looked at the pattern outlined by 100 million and spoke indifferently.
"I...Zheng Yuan...forget it, I don't know how to persuade you...md, these idiots."
Umeda scratched his head and said intermittently, then cursed again and sat next to Zheng Yuan.
"This bird world is like this. It's like a frozen watermelon in the refrigerator. It's fine in the refrigerator, but it rots after a while after taking it out. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Understand."
"More than a hundred countries are at war every day, and many people die every day... I'm not saying they deserve it, or that they are unlucky, but the world is like this, from ancient times to the present. I don’t know if there will be a future.”
Pointing to the tombstone in front of him, Umeda curled his lips mockingly.
"This has always been the case, is it right?"
"What the people above think is right is right, and what they think is wrong is wrong. The world is never a diode, but a forum for those who benefit."
"The world...is such a mess!"
...
The deduction did not end with the drawing of the pattern. One hundred million felt something was wrong, so the world was still going backwards.
The butchers in black military uniforms put away their guns and ran backwards out of the small village. A brooch with the Dudi flag that fell on the ground flew back to the owner's hand. They walked backwards back to the car, and the car also drove backwards. Walk.
One Hundred Million's body began to become thinner, its cheeks were sunken, and a large amount of steam came out of its head. It was overloaded, but it did not stop, so the world did not stop.
Zheng Yuan touched Yiyi's calf with some worry, but did not stop it, because Zheng Yuan really needed the truth. No matter how ugly the truth was, he was already mentally prepared.
The butchers got out of the car backwards, took off their clothes backwards, and put on purple military uniforms with different patterns on the chests and black military uniforms.
Nosebleeds spurted out, the world stopped, and Yiyi fell down without strength, but there was not much movement, because Zheng Yuan held it, leaning against Zheng Yuan, Yiyi gasped for air, and blood and tears flowed out.
"It's khakido...right."
Zheng Yuan said softly, his eyebrows lowered, and he asked in a somewhat evasive manner.
Yiyi didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
"Let me tell you, I have so few friends, so no one will make trouble for me. I didn't hide it when I went through the admission procedures for Yuanyuan. I asked why would anyone come to this small village? It turned out to be because Got me."
Zheng Yuan mocked, with a smile on his lips.
Yes, why would the Dudi Kingdom send troops to massacre a small and backward village? Although war has no morality, war is about profit. This kind of thing that is not beneficial will be condemned internationally.
Moreover, after the establishment of the gourmet town, the competitiveness of this small village has become almost non-existent. It can be said that it poses no threat to Dudi Country. When the two countries went to war, the sky full of shells did not cause any harm to this village. No damage at all.
Then, Khachido and Dudi fought too fiercely, and the IGO called a halt to the war. It seems that Khachido, who had the upper hand, was unwilling to stop the war in which it had invested a lot of manpower and material resources, so it focused its attention on its own country. In a small border village that can no longer create any benefits.
Especially there is a girl in the village who has a little relationship with a well-known food hunter. After thinking about this girl's death, her influence will be even greater, and it will be more justifiable to launch a war against Dudi Country. If the food hunter also speaks out, Better.
As for how to let the food hunter discover it? Maybe after a while, a few blurry photos will be circulated, a survivor who doesn't know whether they are true or false will speak, and all kinds of clues will point to Du Diguo.
As for Du Diguo’s statement that there is no such thing? Please, I, Khachido, have killed a whole village. Can we still kill our own people just to slander you?
As for the food hunter, although he is very good at hunting, he has no evidence or proof. He can only immerse himself in the falsehood created by a country. For Khakido, everything is perfect, isn't it?
If there were not 100 million, things would most likely develop like this, so Zheng Yuan became even more angry.
"... Calm down, don't forget Article 1 of the Food Law, individual strong men are not allowed to interfere with the country, otherwise..."
Umeda looked at Zheng Yuan who was silent and tried to persuade him.
"You will die, right? Like the man who once claimed to be the strongest creature on earth?"
Zheng Yuan said softly, anger overflowing in his heart. Although he was filled with a lot of anger, there was an inexplicable feeling of emptiness lingering in his heart.
What could he do? On one side is a country, on the other is a girl whom I have only met a few times.
What should he do? Post a condemnation on the Internet? This will most likely make Khaki's multinational plans come to nothing, and will also be condemned by the whole world.
But what's the use?
A girl died like this in the slightly chilly late autumn, and was hastily buried in the soil without even a coffin. She was mixed with her relatives and friends, and no one could tell them apart.
She has a bright future. She should go to a good school, meet good friends, and embrace a good tomorrow.
But he died today, and there will be no more...tomorrow!
Zheng Yuan looked down at his hands, which were white and slender, with strong forearms and well-structured muscles at the top. The perfect lines concealed the power that could easily destroy the terrain.
But with such power, he felt confused. For the first time, he felt at a loss. What should he do? If a beast killed Yuanyuan, he could kill the beast to avenge Yuanyuan, but what if the beast turned into a country? Kill a country?
The more realistic question is, is it worth it?
"I'm so disappointed in all of this...!"
