Chapter 27

Following the baby's cry, Eugene went to the innermost part of the room, and then saw the helpless baby lying on the ground wailing, small, dirty, fragile baby.

The whole body is stained with blood and traces of war, but the innocent cry has the purity that does not belong to this world; All signs of life are cut off around the corpse. The decadent breath of death diffuses wantonly. The naivety and joy of birth announce the birth of life in crying, just like the poppy blossom on the decaying corpse, which is demonic and fatal.

Eugene's steps slowed down. He couldn't get any closer, he couldn't get any closer. His hands holding the rifle slowly came down. With a little doubt, he looked at the baby, whose face was red because of crying too much. He didn't know what to do.

He stood like this, standing quietly, calm in his narrow eyes. For a long time, he didn't smell the breath of rebirth, so that he forgot the existence form of life. The stained face was indifferent and alienated, but there was a hint of panic and helplessness, and even a hint of disgust and rejection, looming in the gloomy and sparse light.

Merrill also came over and looked at the torn baby, stunned, his eyes reddening slightly, but he just stood in the same place, as if Eugene had drawn an abyss at his feet.

Following Eugene's line of sight and looking up, Merrill saw the big hole in the roof. The cold wind poured in wantonly, making people shiver. The baby's cry made the wind bleak and gloomy. "A lot of people shot mortars here." Merrill couldn't help smiling sarcastically.

How ironic, isn't it? In the war, the death of soldiers is bloody, but what's more terrible is that those innocent civilians also die with the wind, but no one cares.

"It doesn't matter." Eugene said calmly. His expressionless face seemed to clearly see the process of life fading away. The fragmented pain flickered in his eyes, and an unspeakable sadness and despair filled his lips and teeth. Originally, indifference is also colorful.

After that, another colleague came in and looked at Eugene and Merrill, who were stunned in the same place. They couldn't help being angry. "What the hell are you two doing?" He stepped forward and carefully carried the baby into his arms.

Eugene didn't realize that he stepped back. He actually stepped back. A trace of fear appeared on his indifferent face, as if the vigorous vitality would devour all his courage and firmness, and then exposed his softness and vulnerability again.

The baby was carried away, and they didn't notice Eugene's abnormality. Merrill confirmed that everyone else was dead, and then turned around and left, leaving Eugene alone. She was still staring at the baby's mother, lying naked on the ground, cold and without any temperature, as if she was still nursing her baby a second ago, In the next second, yin and yang are separated.

Eugene's eyes could not leave the corpse lying in the pool of blood. He looked at it motionlessly and quietly. In this way, time flowed slowly on his shoulder, so cold that angels could not open their wings. Then Eugene turned and left, the calm emotion just rippled a little, and then returned to calm again.

Blinked, as if nothing had happened just now. Dead silence.

Eugene left the innermost room. Just as he was about to go out, he heard a movement. The hair on his whole body stood up. He subconsciously grasped his rifle. His survival instinct made the bloody smell diffuse again. "RB..." there was a voice of continuous choking behind him.

Eugene raised his rifle, turned around and approached cautiously. Then behind the grass curtain, she saw an Asian faced woman, lying on a pile of straw, breathing hard with her mouth wide open. Her eyes were raised like a pool of stagnant water. When she saw Eugene, her eyes turned slightly, still without any light, but she tried her best to say again, "RB..." then raised his hands and pointed to the pattern on the back of his hands, as if to say: RB people killed all her family.

However, she had no strength. She tilted her head and could clearly see the process of life losing from her body. She just looked at Eugene with a faint desire in her eyes, begging for something. However, Eugene remained indifferent.

Eugene looked up and down coldly, just quietly. He didn't enjoy it, but he didn't suffer. He was calm, just like looking at the clouds above the washed sky. He was calm and peaceful. His eyes without any fluctuation made people shudder in the filthy blood. A faint sadness and loneliness rippled gently, as if he could see the transparent and ethereal soul moving forward on the empty yellow spring road.

Then Eugene saw the grenade in her hand. The gun was raised again. The hunter like vigilance broke out in an instant. He could even clearly feel the tension of his muscles. With a slight movement, the whole person could run out and easily reap the enemy's life.

Don't want to, see Eugene such action, the woman gently nodded, a hot tears fell down, as if... Seems to beg Eugene to end her life. The woman stretched out her hand and opened her shirt. Her cut belly was exposed, and her bloody intestines and internal organs were all over the floor.

She's pleading with Eugene to end her suffering.

Eugene is still standing in the same place, the emotion is calm, and the action begins to slow down. He just looks down at the woman, and she tries her best to stretch out her right hand, trying to grasp the barrel of Eugene's gun, but he is still indifferent. Death is too common for him, just like his partner.

At last, Eugene took only two small steps, and then stood beside the woman. He would rather be near a body than a baby.

The woman grabbed the barrel of Eugene's gun, then aimed at her eyebrows, and closed her eyes like a relief. Her intention was very clear. Eugene puts his finger on the trigger, which is his most familiar action and has evolved into his instinct. He can't count how many people he killed, including how many RB people, how many innocent civilians... And how many friendly troops he injured by mistake.

With a slight contraction of his finger, he can end the woman's pain with a little effort. For him, it's just a simple little action in daily life, which is not much different from eating and drinking.

But he hesitated.

Looking at the woman give up like a sigh of relief, as if the whole body of pain is like the tide in general, but his mind came up with just that baby crying. There was a shallow struggle in his deep eyes, but he was in agony. He closed his eyes in a panic, covered his true feelings, and then dropped his right hand. After all, he failed to pull the trigger.

What is he fighting for? What is he insisting on, killing and living for? Where on earth is God now? Isn't God supposed to save and love the world? Didn't God send Jesus to bear the pain and disaster of mankind? So why does this woman lie here, why does that baby lie here, why does their fragile life fade away, why do so many innocent people die? How did God choose? Why did those people die? Why is he still alive?

Why? Why on earth?

The woman noticed that the gun was hanging down and opened her eyes again. Then she saw Eugene's deep eyes. There was a painful struggle at the bottom of her eyes. She put down her right hand in disappointment and looked at Eugene in sadness and despair. Then, the woman saw Eugene's cold, iceberg like face slowly soften down, a ray of warm light with pain and suffering, flickering slightly.

Eugene gently breathed out a breath, bent down and put the gun aside, then held the woman in his arms, slowly, slowly pushed her head into her chest, the warm air made the woman show a comfortable expression, it seemed that the pain was relieved a lot in an instant.

Eugene looked down at the bloody woman with bitter tongue. He couldn't help raising his right hand and gently stroking the woman's jaw with his thumb, as if he was taking care of his lover. The rigid facial lines gradually melted away.

The woman looks at the soldier close at hand. The weak light is scattered through the door of the wooden house. The soldier's eyelashes like butterfly wings cover the real emotion in her eyes. She can only see a corner, but the fragile soul is slowly and slowly disintegrating, as if witnessing the collapse of the whole world, Seeing the soul of kindness, innocence, simplicity, friendliness and sincerity being pulled away from vitality bit by bit, the firmness of belief gradually dissipates, and all colors gradually fade away from the soft gold, which makes people hold their breath in an instant.

The woman couldn't help but raise her left hand, clapped her arm weakly, closed her eyes difficultly and absorbed the faint warmth.

Looking at the life that was broken when he touched it in his arms, Eugene couldn't bear to close his eyes and completely covered the glistening water in his eyes. In a twinkling of an eye, the light refracted from the corners of his eyes was extinguished, as if it were the last mercy and kindness of God. Then Eugene took the woman into his arms, put his chin on her forehead, and breathed out a breath gently, lest he should wake up the sleeping angel.

Women, thus sleeping forever; God, forsaken them forever.