Chapter 1756

————Death.

This is not so strange to poetry.

It is not that poetry has experienced death, but that death is always with her.

At first it was father.

Poetry is not the face of a father.

When Shinai was two years old, her father died of a traffic accident.

On that day, my father and mother took Shinai, a family of three, to their mother's hometown for the Chinese new year, so they drove through a county in Northeast China. However, when the car was driving on the old single line road extending along the slope, it came from the opposite lane, and the truck that had no time to turn directly hit it.

At that time, the truck driver broke through the windshield and fell on the road, immediately died.

On the right side, Shi Nai's small car, which was hit by a truck, crossed the guardrail and fell to the hillside. Finally, it was blocked by two trees before it stopped falling.

At this time, although the father driving the car was seriously injured, he did not die immediately. The mother in the assistant seat only had a simple fracture of her left thigh. The young poem was because the seat belt of the rear seat of the baby seat was almost unhurt, which was not despair.

Unfortunately, on the rarely used road, especially at night, there were few people. Even the phone in the car was damaged by the impact. It was not until the car passing the old road noticed that there was an accident the next morning.

But that was six hours later.

During these six hours, Shinai's mother could only watch her father, whose body gradually became cold due to internal bleeding, and finally died of it. Finally, she collapsed and her mental age returned to her teenage years before she met her father.

At that time, poetry was the first death closest to itself.

The second death, the most recent one, occurred five years ago.

At that time, mother and Shinai had already left Tokyo and returned to their mother's home to live in the countryside.

Fifteen years have passed since the accident. The mother with mental disorder may only regard poetry as her sister. Fortunately, she still loves poetry. Every night, she will read picture books and sing lullaby to her. Therefore, poetry is the memory of the mother who always looks like a vulnerable young girl, so she often tells herself from the beginning of being sensible We must be strong and protect our mother.

For poetry at that time, the outside world was full of all kinds of elements that disturbed her mother's peaceful life. Her mind always thought that she must protect her mother.

However, this idea has finally created the present poetry.

Poetry will never forget that day.

That day, Shi Nai and his mother went to the post office together, but encountered a robber in the post office.

At that time, the robber was holding a black star.

It was an imitation of tokalev TT33, which was officially adopted by the Soviet army in 1932. It used a 30 caliber steel core bullet, that is, 7.62 mm, with a large amount of gunpowder. The initial velocity of the bullet can exceed the speed of sound, and it has the most powerful penetration force among pistols. However, due to the large recoil force, it was used by the Soviet Union in the 1950s to use miniaturized 9 mm ammunition The replacement pistol, full name -- "54 style · Black Star pistol".

With such a gun, the prisoner shot a post office employee who tried to call the police, and pointed the gun at others.

Unfortunately, Shinai's mother was there, crushed by fear, and finally screamed uncontrollably.

Hearing her mother's scream, Shi Nai almost subconsciously rushed up and bit the prisoner's arm. She snatched the other party's pistol in the fight, and in the end -- "shot the other party.".

Yes.

This is death made by poetry.

Even at that time, Shi Nai was completely in a blank head, with a strong desire to protect his mother, which led to such an action. However, Shi Nai did pull the trigger again, again and again, against the other party when the prisoner was angry at himself.

Afterwards, it was reported that the prisoner died because of the explosion of the gun.

As for Sinai, there was no other trauma except two broken teeth, two wrists sprained, back bruised and right shoulder dislocated.

These injuries were soon cured.

However, there are also injuries to the rule of law.

From then on, poetry would vomit or faint at the sight of a gun, not even a pistol on TV, in cartoons or even imitated by hand.

When he saw the gun with his eyes open, he could see his face full of blood.

In other words, poetry is suffering from mental illness.

Post traumatic stress syndrome.

This is the incurable wound of poetry.

Shi Nai does not regret that he chose to shoot at that time.However, her body, heart and spirit are not under her control, just like seeing guns and things related to them.

This makes the poem have a kind of "no regret" in his mouth. He just said beautiful words with high sounding. In fact, I always regret it all the time. I should not feel like this in order to protect my mother.

But psychiatrists can only say "we understand you," but they can't let poetry go.

Therefore, poetry wants to be stronger, to gain the courage to say, "in that case, it is natural for me to do so.".

In this case, the poem met Gong er by chance, and entered GGO under the introduction of Gong Er, so that he came into contact with guns again.

What's amazing is that maybe in the imaginary world, the body is virtual, or the feeling of touching a gun can't be completely reappeared after all. In this world, poetry is not only that when touching a gun, but also like several kinds of firearms.

From that time on, Shi Nai felt that as long as he became the strongest player in the world, he would become stronger in the real world.

"As long as I keep knocking down enemies stronger than that bandit, contacting guns more powerful than the black star, getting used to them, and surpassing them, my experience in this world will certainly become an inner and spiritual enhancer, so that I in the real world can also surpass them and become powerful."

With such an idea, poetry is almost paranoid in pursuit of a strong enemy, the use of anti equipment sniper gun this big killer, so that their hearts and spirit become more powerful, one day, affect their own real world.

But now...

"Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong --"

Shi Nai's heart beat is speeding up indefinitely, which makes her breath short, cold sweat DC, whole body convulsion, brain blank, completely unable to herself.

this feeling is as like as two peas in the real world.

But this time, the poem is not because of touching the gun, but because it feels the arrival of the third death.

Do you want to face it again?

Is it true that after the first two times, I still have to face death again?

But the first time, she was lucky not to die, let her father die, the second time, she tried her best to kill others, let herself live, this time, who should sacrifice?

Yourself?

Or the boy who came to save himself?

If you can escape this time of death, is this young man in front of you to die?

Killed by yourself?

"No! Never

So fear rises to the heart, and the poem cries out.

"You... You go! Let's go...! "

Unfortunately, Luo Zhen turned a deaf ear to it. When the durability was only 12 o'clock, he held up his dagger, burst out more powerful than ever before, and resolutely cut it off.

"Pa!"

In the clear sound, the dagger cut the chain.

"Bang!"

The durability of the cut chain completely returns to zero and turns into polygonal fragments, exploding and disappearing.

"Drop!"

At this time, the countdown is -- "0:02".

Luo Zhen didn't have any hesitation and held Shinai directly.

After a while...

"Bang --!"

In the warehouse street, the explosion resounded, making the fire wave soar to the sky for a long time.

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