From star abyss

Li Ozi had been gone for a long time, but there was still a dead silence in the Red Banner's tavern.

Hazama Jing was leaning on the sofa, lowering her head and thinking about something. She kept pulling her purple-grey hair, and her colorless eyes were reflected in the turbid wine, deep and hesitant.

After a long time, someone spoke up to break the silence:

"Sister, that guy is completely crazy."

"Yes, yes," the people on the side also said easily: "Going to space is already outrageous. The eldest sister is a Tianhuan Air Force pilot. High-altitude flying is absolutely prohibited. That guy also wants to use nuclear bombs. Blow yourself up into the sky—even if it’s a science fiction novel, you wouldn’t dare to write that, right?”

"Does he think this is playing a virtual game? He doesn't take his own life seriously at all. How tight is the security of the Hojo family? Even the regular army of Red Arrow cannot break it. It is impossible to fight against the Hojo family. Things, being able to prevent the war is the goal we strive for. As for defeating the Hojo family...it's impossible no matter how you think about it, sister-in-law, don't be stupid..."

"You red deer! Of course the eldest sister knows this. She will definitely not listen to that crazy man's opinion."

The plan proposed by Li Ozi was so crazy and shocking that it exceeded their understanding. Everyone couldn't help but start laughing at each other, mocking and joking to ease the fact that they were shocked.

It is impossible for human beings to go to the universe.

It was not done in the old days, it is not possible now, and it will not be possible in the future.

Maybe, there has never been such a thing as space, and there is only a thicker evil on top of the evil. The sun is actually just a false history promoted by magicians, and even children today will not believe it.

Not to mention, how could the eldest sister, a regular soldier with a high level of education and a former pilot, believe such crazy words?

"Prepare the motorcycle."

Mirror Hazama said.

"Uh, boss, where are you going?"

"Meet an old friend, I'll be back soon."

Hazama stood up casually, picked up his motorcycle helmet, stepped on the motorcycle, stepped on the accelerator, and immediately broke into the vast mountain forest.

The artificial sun sheds cold sunlight, which is not warm at all, but gives people a false sense of light. Mirror Hazama galloped on the country road, relying on the strong horsepower and balance of the modified motorcycle to easily cross the ridge, drive onto the abandoned road, and crash straight into the cave on the edge of the city.

‘…Gretwal Nightsong is a person I admire very much. Although he has great power, he is unwilling to hurt anyone, but when danger comes, he steps forward without hesitation. ’

In the dark tunnel, Li Ozi's words suddenly echoed in Hazama Jing's ears.

That guy had a strong sense of impression. They had only talked for less than half an hour. Mirror Hazama found that he could even recall Li Ozi's tone, image and eyes when he said these words. It was as if it was an image, deeply imprinted on him. In your own mind.

Gretwal…

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Outside Nuliang, on the north side of the outside world, 14 years ago.

"I plan to go to the military academy and become a pilot. Sooner or later, I will leave this damn neighborhood and become a noble man."

The 14-year-old Hazama Mirror completed a smuggling deal. She had long messy hair, was holding low-quality cigarettes, wearing sportswear, and had a baseball bat at her feet. She poked her indecently. The big boy next to him who had come out of the outside world joked:

"Hey - what do you think? For a weak little guy like you, stop working as a porter all day long. Join the army with me and you can still serve the country."

"I?"

13-year-old Gretwal Nightsong is thin and slender. He is holding a calico cat that is as thin as himself. Facing his friends’ inquiries, Gretlwal just lowers his head and takes care of the animal in his arms. He carefully pulled out the sharp thorns on the injured cat, then bandaged the wound. While stroking the fur on its back, he turned his head and said matter-of-factly:

"I want to be a doctor."

"Cool - doctor is an elite profession, but engineers are also good. You have a good brain. When we make a lot of money and can study and study, you can be a doctor. I will join the army and I will be injured. You will treat me."

Hazama Jing said, taking a long puff of cigarette, letting the pain on his body be diluted by nicotine anesthesia.

"Jing, when you become a soldier, do you want to kill people?" Gretwal shrank cowardly: "We have already killed ten people, don't kill any more."

"No one wants to kill, I just want to live a nourishing life." Hazama Jing said lazily: "I want a monthly allowance of 4 million baht, beef and vegetables for every meal, and fruits - have you ever eaten Fruit? I heard that there is a kind of fruit called durian, but it is extremely expensive. Even the rich men cannot always afford it."

Gretel put his generous palm on the cat's head, gently stroked its little head, and said casually:

"I never thought that durian, with the word 'lotus' in it, would sound like a very beautiful fruit, right?"

"I don't know, but when I have money, I will definitely buy durians and give you a piece and the teacher a piece. The rest is mine and no one is allowed to steal it."

Mirror Hazama rubbed his purple left eye, took another puff of cigarette, sat next to the trash can, and suddenly asked:

"Don't doctors make as much money as soldiers? Why don't you go to aviation school with me?"

"As for me, I'd better skip it."

Gretwal smiled bitterly:

"You know, mirror... If someone asks me for help, but I can't do anything, it will make me feel sad. And on the battlefield, maybe there are people asking for help from me everywhere. So, studying medicine will make me feel better. .”

"Fuck! You're doing this again."

Mirror Mirror raised her middle finger:

"You've been this virtuous since you were a kid. I'm so fucked. Without me, you would have died a long time ago."

"It doesn't matter, you will fight for me." Gretel shrugged and said.

"I beat you to a horse, do you think I am lightning? You cried out, 'Ah, narrow mirror, save me', and then with a thought, I teleported to you. Can an angel do that? ? Angels can’t do it, so I can do it. I’m better than angels, so why should I hang out with you?”

Hazama Jingyang spoke unabashedly and cursed with street curses. She kicked him, but the boy just smiled innocently.

"Having said all that, if I am in danger, then you will still rush to my side."

"I'm chasing your sister! Oh, I'm so fucked. How could I deal with you, an idiot, a virgin, a naive, childish brat like you? I've been screwed for eight lifetimes, let me tell you."

Hazama Jing glanced at him with disdain, smacked his mouth, and muttered:

"——That's it: after you save enough money, you can go to military school with me. I'll be a pilot, and you can be a field doctor for me. In this way, I can take care of you, you weakling. On the battlefield, if I’m injured, you have to treat me, do you understand?”

"...I don't want to fight."

Gretel's eyes wandered.

The cat relaxed comfortably in Gretwal's arms and gently touched his palm.

"What are you talking about... From ancient times to the present, how can any Tianhuan people not fight? The whole world knows that we Tianhuan people have always been like this."

"It's always been like this, is it right?" Gretewal hugged the cat and looked downcast: "Because we are poor, we can only go to the cheapest military academy and join the National Defense Forces with the worst treatment. Then soldiers from other countries, It should be the same as us, right?”

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"Those who direct the war are big bosses and high-ranking officials, but why are the people fighting together poor people like us?"

Gretwal glanced in the mirror and said:

"I don't want to be ordered by the master to fight with the poor people of another country. If the battle is won, the honor belongs to the master and the group. Only the blood and scars left on the body are left for poor people like us. If the battle is lost, we will die like us. As people, we will be called butchers by our enemies and cowards by our citizens."

"I don't want you and me to become such monsters."

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"The stupidest kid, but he can see clearly better than anyone else. He has the strongest body, but he is unwilling to inflict any violence on others. It's so stupid, what a pity. It's like a blue whale, roaming in the deep sea, not messing with anyone. , coexist gently with the world.”

Hazama Jing couldn't help but muttered:

"I can't move without you, partner."