Chapter 515 Don’t Move at All

"When I woke up, I was soaking in the pool at the home of the grandfather who sold fried fresh milk. After the water was released from the river, he picked me up in the dry river and passed out from the cold.

"It was then that I learned that the old man was an uncoded person. He was a mercenary when he was young and killed many people. He felt lucky to live until retirement. So he decided to do more good deeds and accumulate virtue. Pay back your blood debt a little bit.

"So I stayed at my grandfather's house. He had no children, because it is difficult for an uncoded person to survive. His children and wife had already been killed by the enemy.

"But I didn't live too long...because when I was six years old, my grandfather died quietly on a snowy winter night. Fortunately, after the neighbors discussed it, another old lady was willing to Take over and raise me. She is not an uncoded person, but a retired university professor. Her children all work in the company and have a very bright future.

"And not long after that, the old lady passed away."

Xiaoya's voice was soft and gentle: "There are many, many old people on Yongquan Island.

"Because there is a certain probability that the children born to a couple are not aquatic creatures. Therefore, the number of people who ultimately stay on Yongquan Island is getting smaller and smaller. And there are many important undertakings outside the island, whether it is the uranium mines on the ground , oil mines, iron mines, coal mines. There are also those who cut trees, use solar energy to generate electricity, search for deep sea resources, and look for uninhabited islands that can be colonized...

"The kids leave, and eventually it's the old people who are left."

"Yes, I found it too."

Hangsha nodded: "During the interrogation today, I found that there were even more old people on the road than young people."

"Old people are lonely and need help. I was raised by the elderly... When I was a teenager, I helped them with housework and ran errands for them!"

Xiaoya smiled, stretched out her slender arms and bent them slightly to make a "strong" movement.

This made Strangler almost laugh, but as soon as the corners of his mouth curved, he straightened his face again under a rational operation, making himself look more majestic.

"That's why you joined the Fuji Society."

"Yes! So when Mr. Huang planned to establish the Fuji Society, I was really happy."

Her eyes flashed: "I have been taken care of by the Uncoded, and I have also been hunted. I think the reason why the Uncoded have a bad life is that they always fight among themselves. The Uncoded attack each other, and fight against each other. Robbery and kill each other.

"If you just want to survive, there are many, many ways. I have no father or mother, and when I was only three months old, I was able to survive by relying on the kindness of others... So I have always believed that letting uncoded people kill and injure a lot of people It's not just the hardship of survival. It's not that they can't live, but they can't find the meaning of living.

"They are like people in a quagmire. The more they struggle, the tighter they are sucked in and the deeper they sink. At this time, external force is needed - someone must pull them out from the outside! "

Xiaoya said word by word: "Even if there is just a glimmer of hope, as long as there is a rope in your hand, everyone can be rescued.

"And everyone who is rescued will become the next person to hold the rope. Light will gather light, and fire will spread fire. Our strength will continue to grow...One day, all of us will be able to be rescued from the mire. Rescue."

Her eyes were shining with the light of hope.

Strangler was silent.

He wanted to say that this was just a delusion - that it was like a monarch rescuing people from a difficult situation and enlightening them about their situation without giving them new instructions.

Everyone desires to be ruled and controlled.

Weak mortals are unwilling to take on the responsibility of thinking and choosing... losers sinking in the quagmire are even less willing.

They just want to be told what you have to do, what the consequences will be if you do it, and what the consequences will be if you don't do it. After giving up thinking, if the situation is different from what they expected and the current situation does not improve immediately, they can scold the person who gave the order.

The world needs a king.

Those trapped in the quagmire never need a "hope" that is naive and weak, as powerless as the winter sun. What they need is a tyrant. A monarch who speaks one thing and rules everything with absolute will.

Light cannot gather light, because light is soft and powerless; fire cannot spread fire, because fire is blind and restless.

Goodwill will never infect others, and justice cannot be transmitted from the crowd.

Those who are so-called influenced by the kindness of others and infected by righteous actions are inherently saints; people are born different. Just like when some people are born, because there is a chip missing in the back of their head, they will be reduced to being subordinates for the rest of their lives.

Smart people are inherently smart, and that is the intelligence engraved in their genes; rich people have rich families and education, and they are also destined to be rich; good people who are born in a degenerate lower city will also become good people, with the halo of angels above their heads; and Even if a wicked person is taught and supported by a saint... he will betray him one day.

——Just like himself.

He had already decided to betray his godfather. No matter how many people respect the godfather now, he still cannot get his approval.

He is the "evil that cannot be changed."

Taking him as an example, how many such people are there in Xiacheng District?

Strangler believes...this is definitely not just him.

On the other hand, even the respected godfather actually has many traitors around him. Doesn’t this prove that his teachings and the hope he sells are actually of no value?

From the experience of being knocked down, injured, and beaten again and again, Hangsha understood the ultimate truth of life:

The only thing that can bring scattered hearts together is strength.

Mud can be condensed into stone, and iron can be molded into steel.

——Only by turning "others" into "self" and controlling them with arms and fingers can we save others.

What the uncensored need is definitely not tenderness. It is the cruelty without blood, heartlessness, and tears, the whip that drives them out of the abyss, the collars that bind their throats, and the clanking iron chains that drag these stupid, weak, and blind losers. They stay away from the mire.

...Yes, Strangulation has always thought like this.

Not even the godfather could order him.

They have never walked on the same road - to him, Fuji Society is just a step that must be borrowed and can be abandoned at any time.

But now, looking at Xiaoya's clear eyes...Strangler hesitated.

He still didn't think what Xiaoya said was right. He still stubbornly believes that he is on a long and arduous road, but in the long run it is absolutely correct.

He never told a lie.

What Strangler said to the barber was what he was thinking in his heart:

——He will become a king.

He wants to be the monarch and the sole ruler in this corrupted modern society. Destroy everything with a decisive iron fist and reshape the world with your own will.

I am the country!

...However, at this moment, under the gaze of the immature girl, Strangler seemed to have lost his endless confidence and courage.

He opened and closed his mouth. But he couldn't bear to decisively destroy her wish in front of this innocent girl.

"……how old are you?"

"I am fourteen years old."

Xiaoya replied briskly: "Can't you tell?"

"really."

It turns out it's not a girl, but a girl.

Hangsha nodded suddenly, and gave a reasonable answer to her innocence in his heart: "You are very sensible and mature. You look like an adult in his twenties and thirties, and he treats others appropriately."

Hearing this, Xiaoyahe smiled.

Looking at her smile, Hangzhou couldn't help but smile - it was a smile that seemed "stupid and weak" to him before. It will make the "majestic" face he is proud of lose its intimidating effect and make him look less reliable than a "boss".

…But no one here knows me anyway.

Strangle thought.

It probably doesn't matter if he smiles like this in front of this girl.

Because she is a good person...

He is different from the barber who acts like a wise king and puts pressure on him to kill him.

She is a good person who has no ambitions or goals, but simply acts for charity. That carefree and light voice will make the strangulation, who always frowns, relax... and even reveal a slight smile.

At this moment, Hangzhou suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

Hangsu grabbed Xiaoya's fish tail that was swaying slightly in front of his eyes and threw her to the side.

Then there was a gunshot.

"--boom!"

Xiaoya screamed and rolled several times on the ground.

The bullet that was supposed to penetrate Xiaoya's chest instead hit Hangzhou's right elbow, punching his arm straight back and breaking it!

Strangler let out a muffled grunt, his body swaying slightly, but he didn't scream.

It was Xiaoya who exclaimed in surprise.

Her eyes widened in astonishment, she reached out and subconsciously grabbed Hangzhou's right leg, and blurted out: "Are you okay, Mr. Hangzhou - you need to go to the hospital immediately!"

"--Quiet."

Strangler, whose right arm was broken by a bullet, whispered.

He turned around and stretched out his left hand, which was bigger than Xiaoya's face. He held her slender waist with one hand and dragged her to the shadow on the side of the cabin, and he also hid in the shadow. Just as Xiaoya was about to stand up, Hangzhou reached out to hold her collarbone and pinned her to the deck with one hand.

"You just lie here. Don't move."

Strangler, who suffered a broken arm and severe injuries, gasped.

He repeated calmly, word for word: "Don't move at all."

In the darkness, the pair of dark golden lion eyes gradually shined.

And his left hand was so warm, powerful and stable.

"...I won't move at all."

Xiaoya only hesitated for a moment, and then responded firmly: "I will never move."

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