deduction paradise

"Trash, what kind of rubbish are they making." The machine was smashed down hard, shattered and scattered in front of Sen, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

Ignoring the hostile looks from others, Sen always had an indifferent expression no matter what time it was. Even if he was being bullied, there would be no emotional changes.

It's always been like this.

The young man rolled his eyes at Sen, stamped his feet on the wreckage of the machine, and then turned around and left.

Sen's father is a well-known blacksmith. Ever since Sen can remember, he has been blacksmithing every day. It seems that he was born just to serve this purpose. He doesn't understand what the emotions people often talk about are?

Since Sen's father passed away, the task of blacksmithing has naturally been handed over to him. However, no piece of equipment can satisfy others.

"Hitomi, thank you for your help. I don't know what I would have done if it weren't for you."

"Oh, it's so trivial."

Sen looked at the source of the sound. It was a small group of about dozens of people. The leader was a little loli who looked to be only five or six years old. Her name was Hitomi.

"No matter what time of year, she is always so popular..." Sen glanced at the people in the team, and suddenly his eyes were fixed on a girl.

Mori has always been disliked by others. Regarding this, he is very aware of the hostility that the girl has towards Hitomi.

When a person becomes famous, in addition to his suitors, there will inevitably be others who are jealous, and they will try their best to threaten him. This is human nature.

Looking away, Sen picked up the scrap metal and opened the door.

In the center of the blacksmith shop, there are various discarded materials, and on top of it, a brand new dagger is quietly placed there...

......

"Hitomi, things like light not only represent the perception from the perspective, but many times, it represents all kinds of beautiful things."

"Miss Sister, what exactly do you mean?"

"You need to understand this kind of thing by yourself. As the last lone seedling of Mingzhu, I believe that the God of Light will protect you."

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"Hitomi, Hitomi?"

Hearing the call, Hitomi brought her thoughts back to reality. Everything she was doing now did not meet the definition of light.

"Hitomi, thank you for your help. If it weren't for you, I don't know what I would have done."

"Oh, it's so trivial." Hitomi smiled. She knew very well that these people were only surrounding her because they were profitable. If something happened, they would scatter like birds and beasts.

However, Hitomi won't care what they think, she just needs to be herself.

"Dang-dang." She remembered the sound of steel colliding, and Hitomi looked at the source of the sound in confusion. A boy of about twelve years old slowly walked towards the house holding a pile of scrap metal.

"His heart... is not complete enough." For some reason, Hitomi's nose felt a little sore. She had helped many people, but she had never been in contact with those who really needed her.

"Hitomi, that guy is a famous loser in this area, don't worry about him."

Hitomi turned her head to look at the young man who had just spoken, and was about to retort, but found that everyone in the team was laughing, and no one expressed sympathy for Sen.

Hitomi's mouth moved, but she finally swallowed all the words she wanted to say.

Thinking about it, with such a group of people following him, he had no chance to meet people like Sen. He should have understood long ago what kind of people these people were, and he had already seen through them.

"Haha." Hitomi smiled self-deprecatingly, causing some of her peers to look at each other, wondering what had happened to her.

"I want to be alone for a while, so don't follow me."

Hitomi left everyone behind, jogged a few steps, and arrived at a nearby park.

Hitomi will come to this place every evening. At this time, there is no one in the park.

The older ones are not interested in these things in the park, the younger ones have to be called back by their parents to eat and sleep, and Hitomi, because she doesn’t have parents, doesn’t have too many worries.

A person is sitting on the swing, looking at the colorful clouds on the horizon, swinging quietly...

......

After dinner, Sen picked up the dagger and walked out of the room.

Sen couldn't afford brand new materials, so every night he had to go to the nearest garbage dump to collect scrap iron as forging materials. On the way to the garbage dump, he had to pass through a park.

Every time he passed by the park, he would always see Hitomi sitting alone on the swing. This was a rare moment of loneliness for her.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mori planned to give the dagger to Hitomi for self-defense, although she might not accept it as a girl.

Sen was mentally prepared for "You gave a girl a dagger?" and he might be laughed at, but he wouldn't care about it.

"Hitomi, so you are here."

Sen's footsteps paused, and the person standing in front of Hitomi was the hostile girl.

"Qian, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little jealous of you."

Hitomi frowned and was about to speak when a hand suddenly grabbed her neck.

"Uh!"

"Why are you so popular? Why is everyone surrounding you? Why?"

Hitomi struggled desperately twice, and she was already lifted up by Qian with one hand. At only six years old, she could not escape from Qian's clutches no matter how hard she struggled.

"Well..." A mist appeared behind Qian, and her appearance began to change. Her whole body was blood red and extremely terrifying. Hitomi was so frightened that she immediately stopped struggling.

The feeling of suffocation is getting stronger and stronger, the mist slowly begins to wrap around, and bits of blood fall to the ground, like poison, instantly eroding the land, and the blood red spreads to the surrounding area instantly.

"Go to hell!"

"Pfft!" The dagger pierced Qian's heart, and her transformation stopped, and she lost her life forever in a half-human, half-ghost attitude.

Sen wiped the blood from his cheek, supported Hitomi who was still standing, and frowned.

Darkness instantly enveloped them, swallowing up the eternal candlelight star. The sudden darkness caused the two of them to lose their vision and lose their perception of everything in the outside world.

The two of them can only hug each other and feel each other's warmth to ensure that they still exist in this world.

After a long time, the two gradually adapted to the darkness and walked slowly towards Sen's home.

There is a blacksmith shop, with fire and light still remaining, perhaps the only light left in this dark night.

"I'm sorry for bringing you to my house without permission." The flame slowly rose, and the light that could be seen everywhere became a luxury for the first time.

Looking around, there is only light left here.

"It's okay. I don't know what happened, but thank you for saving me just now. The rumors are really not credible at all."

Sen glanced at the darkness outside. To him, whether the world was destroyed or not had nothing to do with him. He didn't care.

"No, the rumors are well-founded. What they said is absolutely correct."

"I don't think so, you just can't find your heart." Hitomi smiled and took the dagger from Mori's hand.

"It's not because you have equipment that you need to send people to use it, but because people have needs, you need equipment. This is something you have never understood. Because you lack emotion, you cannot create satisfactory equipment.

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"You just saved me with this dagger, didn't you? Isn't the existence of this dagger the result of your hard work?"

Sen did not refute. In his heart, an inexplicable thing was born, which seemed to make him feel comfortable and uncomfortable, called emotion.

From the first moment you see Hitomi, the desire for protection that arises from your heart is the beginning of emotion.

"I understand, thank you, Hitomi."

Hitomi smiled, a spark floating on her body, white light flashing, and a shadow of a god slowly appeared behind her.

"The blessing of the God of Light..."