【Shadou】Alternative of the same kind

Shelan Udos did not forget what happened yesterday. The smell of blood from outside the theater was terrifying. He went out to buy a newspaper. Of course, this was due to the cloudy weather.

Not surprised, he saw the scarlet photo on the gray paper—as if crushed by a giant, the woman's bones in the photo were shattered and turned into small pieces, similar to the stone chips brought from the construction site, Fused with blood, but delusional to separate, and finally struggling to freeze on the ground, the facial features are covered and not shown to everyone, but anyone can imagine what a ferocious face it is.

There was a sudden idea in his heart, it came too inexplicably, and he vaguely felt that the mastermind behind the tragedy was holding a saber in his hand, pointing straight at his neck, that blood vessel.

Then - people around you will not be safe!

A ray of ice blue appeared in front of his eyes, but it was a person who had been protecting himself;

There is also a silver moon, but that person is dead, thrown off the high platform by himself;

And the red light... Salaman.

Plop, plop...

Shelan Udos slid on the ground, lightly moving like a desperate cat, covering her ears with her pale hands, unbelievable that the sound of a huge heartbeat was heard in her chest.

Hurry up, he wants to meet Salaman!

The snow that had already stopped began to fall again. Verdun in winter darkened very quickly, and the night would impatiently occupy the place. "Night" is dangerous, and Shelan-Udos knows that because there is darkness hidden in the night. , such as the enemy's artillery fire, yesterday's murderer, and... myself.

He was afraid that all this would save people from the well, and he didn't know where he had the leisure to care about the lives of others, but there was only one thought left in his mind-to let him live.

The ultramarine hair was driven by the high-speed running, and the snowflakes hit his faintly exposed forehead and refused to melt; the top two buttons of the black shirt were not buttoned, and he didn't care about it; the snow splashed on both sides as he ran , barefoot, he didn't realize that all of this was very much like that late night——

The silver knight can no longer support the late night of the king.

"His uncle's..." Shelan Udos couldn't stand the bustling streets with traffic and people, so he decided to turn to a small road without people. For the first time, he felt that his running was so slow, and the world was getting farther and farther away from him.

What else could he do besides thinking wildly along the way?

He doesn't know whether his actions are right or wrong, maybe it's a complete set, the target is himself, maybe it's a coincidence that makes people worry, this is the best, what else?He couldn't think of it for a while, and the high-speed running made his thoughts become a ball of wool under the wicker chair of the woman.

close!

A group of pigeons from the church merged into the distant sky. Salaman also mentioned those symbols of freedom when chatting with him. Now, to him, those are just signs.

The second hand slid to 12 o'clock, and the ancient bell tower made a mournful sound, which made Silan Udos unsteady on his feet, and hurriedly slowed down without stopping. He fell forward unsteadily, and stuck one hand into the snow before Steady yourself.

He was a little embarrassed, but when he looked up, he saw the familiar red, and felt something dissipate.

Those white snows, heartbeats, breathing, fog, white doves, bells, embarrassment...

all.

"……sand…"

The ultramarine youth was speechless.

What do you see in those golden eyes?

Ordinary students, an ordinary school, an ordinary snow, and...all these ordinary things are out of tune with him. This feeling of alienation came so suddenly. Shelan Udos really felt that it was because he stayed with Salaman for a long time. There is this kind of mother-in-law problem of adolescent boys.

"...Sir, why are you here?!"

Salaman walked forward quickly, and when he saw the pale face of the other party, he wrapped his scarf around the other party without saying a word.

"What's the matter? Sir?" Salaman lowered his head and saw white trousers covered with snow, and then a pair... without shoes? !

"What are you thinking?!"

"Ah! What's the matter?" Shelan Udos finally came to his senses.

"Why do you come out without shoes on? Ah... to use my mother's teaching words...you will have a lot of problems when you get old..."

"Really." It's a pity that the person in front of him will not grow old.

"Salaman, go home quickly."

His eyes were lowered, as if the cold air was not as good as the young man's mood at this time.

"You are not safe... In short, go home as soon as possible, including later!"

"...are you trying to convince me that 'I'm in danger' is true by 'too late to put on shoes'?"

Salaman was rarely funny.

"Shut up, it's not funny."

Unfortunately, the parties felt that the humor was superfluous.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I want to know why."

"You are not safe, have you forgotten yesterday, outside the theater, those..." Stopped, there was only a human who didn't know anything in front of him.

Shelan Udos didn't want to classify himself as an "inhuman" alternative, but he hoped that Salaman and himself belonged to two different categories.

"Anyway, you're not safe."

He couldn't explain clearly, this was an embarrassing situation, he was afraid to tell Salaman the truth, Salaman might be frightened, and might laugh at himself...

So fucking annoying!

Silan Udos felt that this was more humiliating and unwilling than the feeling of the Italian army letting the defeated pass through the yoke gate.

Salaman kept staring at those feet on the snow. If possible, aside from embarrassment and impoliteness, he really wanted to help this person cover his feet. As a man, this is not surprising, but the subject of execution It's a man too...

He turned to think about Sandral's words.

It's like this again, the words are cut off, I always don't understand the meaning of this person, I want to guess his deep meaning, but in the end it's just asking for fun, so it's better not to delve into it, there is a sea monster deep in my heart, constantly telling "Trust Him" ​​yourself.

"I see, thank you."

Why choose to believe?

"Thank you," he said again, and took Sandraar's hand, as if that would transmit warmth to the soles of his feet.

"Go home, you must be cold!" He didn't understand the reason for Sandraar's coldness.

The night really came clamorously, with the wind and snow continuing to sweep.

Shelan Udos had melted snow under his feet. He opened the door ajar and watched Salaman open the door of his house.

"Salaman, you chose to believe me."

"Yes, I believe you."

"I didn't give a good enough reason for you to believe me."

"Do not."

He hurriedly turned his head and met a pair of puzzled gold.

"That's not necessary."

"Good night, sir."

It was pitch black inside the door.

Shelan Udos put himself a bathtub of bath water, it was cold, it didn't matter, his feet dipped into the water, and then his whole body slowly sank, like a bottomless lake, calm, even though you are drowning Sink to the bottom.

He heard the sound of rumbling water.

"I believe you."

"If that's your judgment, I trust you."

"Make the decisions you think are right and the soldiers will trust you."

Then...then some people died on the battlefield, some survived, some of those who survived died under the claws of the disease, and some died peacefully.

What about Shelan Udos?

On what day did you die yourself?And why reborn?

The cold water stripped snow and mud from him.

His present is the past of some people, and the future of some people. Some people believed in him, and some people turned around and left... But the same thing is that they will all die, only he survived.

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