sjar Chapter 248 Brother, I have been running towards you
Chapter 248 Brother, I have been running towards you
Miyano Shiho suppressed her fear, but with hope for her family in her heart, she took a firm step forward and said, "Brother."
The blond young man tilted his head slightly, leaning against the blue brick wall with a little fatigue, half of his cheek blending into the golden light of dusk. In the warm light, he was like a bright sunflower.
His golden hair was stuck to his cheeks by dried blood. Although he looked disheveled, his expression was extremely calm.
"Shiho."
He called out again, looking up at the azure sky. His melancholy voice rose and fell, like a slow chant of praise: "Don't follow me. If you can, chase freedom, find a place where flowers bloom, welcome spring, and run towards the sun."
Miyano Shiho also looked up, he looked at the sky, and she focused on him.
Only then did the girl realize that when the magician took off his crazy exterior, his eyes were surprisingly calm, like the golden wheat waves where the little fox was running freely, or like the sunflowers growing freely in the wilderness.
He was unrestrained and free, even his hair seemed to melt into the light, spreading to every corner of the world with the sun.
Miyano Shiho felt a yearning in her heart. A child who had been trapped for a long time could not resist freedom.
She whispered, "Brother, don't you see? I've been running towards you."
I still remember the first time I met you... You were playing the violin on the gorgeous stage, and the flowers you gave me were like a gift of spring to me.
You are the sunshine, you are the spring.
The magician seemed not to understand what the little girl was saying, but also seemed to understand.
He touched the girl's head, smiled, and turned around, his tone suddenly cold: "Don't follow me, I don't want a murder to happen here and you to become a victim."
He was like a bird that had escaped from a cage, running towards the bright sunshine.
The wind blew his golden hair, dancing fearlessly in the light.
He looked so free, so happy.
But Miyano Shiho felt a deep sadness.
"Brother Che..."
"elder brother!"
Miyano Shiho was forced to stay where she was, looking extremely confused.
Her shouts seemed to no longer be able to bring back the person who once affectionately called her 'Little Miss'.
After getting away from Miyano Shiho's sight, Fūya Rei looked at the system screen expressionlessly, and rows of prompts lit up.
[Magician character role-playing——]
[Host, please play the role of a clown chasing freedom.]
[Debuffs have been stacked: Free Heart, Language Incitement MAX (Friendly Gift from Best Friend Agent), Leader's Charisma (Friendly Gift from Best Friend Agent), Hopeless Bond]
[Supplementary Note:
Free Heart: Your heart is free, but humans cannot grow wings to fly, and even gods can be hit by apples and fall to the ground. Please stay rational!
MAXIMUM VOICE OF TALK: Your language is like Loki, the god of trickery; whatever you say is believed by others.
Charisma of leadership: You are a well-deserved leader among the group, you will wear the laurel wreath and ascend to the throne of sainthood.]
Hopeless Bonds: You are free, nothing can bind you, not even the bonds of memory. The gods created the world in seven days. Every 24 hours, you will automatically delete all memories of one person in your relationships. After 7 days, you will forget the past, ignore the present, and fly into the future.
[Tip: Remove the character card and your memory will return. The character card status is frozen and will be superimposed when you restart.]
[Hint: Remember yourself!]
Fūya Ling was stunned. After looking at all the debuffs, he had the illusion that the magician was more polluting than the previous three.
Maybe it's not an illusion.
He touched his heart thoughtfully. The thumping sound of his heart beneath his hand seemed to be telling of his own unwillingness and pain. It was trapped.
Furiya Rei suddenly understood, no wonder the magician gave a separate hint.
Because intelligent creatures cannot resist freedom and instinctively hate bondage.
For example, right now, he not only wants to destroy the organization and overturn the darkness in the political arena, but also wants to tear apart the system that binds him...
As soon as the thought came to mind, the system screen flashed, as if in silent protest.
Fūya Rei ignored the system and stared at the debuffs given by the two agents, speechless.
Agent, isn't the range of your backstab a bit too wide?
You stabbed me.
What do you do with the next personality skill?
Are you afraid that the magician will have too much fun?
If you don't move, it's fine. But if you move, it will cause a big storm.
His eyes fell on 'Hopeless Bonds'. Would the memories of those related to him be erased every 24 hours?
Losing the memory of others is equivalent to unilaterally severing the ties with this world.
The magician is really...
He should have felt sad or resisted, but in fact, under the cover of the magician personality, he felt that everything was wonderful.
That's it, that's it!
Nothing can hold him back!
Even if it's just a memory, even if it's just a bond!
Fūya Rei felt the severe injuries to his body and his vitality slowly draining away. Even a simple action like lifting his foot seemed extremely difficult.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his blood-stained sleeve, pulled his pale lips, and laughed unscrupulously.
As he pulled a scalpel from his pocket, he muttered, "Nothing can stop me."
He struggled to stand up straight, his steps heavy yet cheerful, on the thorny road paved with blood, his voice like the white dove flapping its wings on the Statue of Liberty, reciting the oldest poem to mankind.
"I will become a legless bird, soaring in the sky day and night.
I flew to the other side of the sea, and my cries were filled with the fragrance of spring flowers.
When I die, my wings will fall off and fly away, carrying my free soul to sing in the sunshine.
Even death cannot stop me from walking on the path.
Even if I die, I will run towards the distance!
Even if I die, I will still shout: Fly! "
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his hand holding the scalpel and cut his neck firmly and mercilessly.
Blood splattered everywhere, and even when he was on the verge of death, he did not stop moving forward.
Stepping on the gushing blood, step by step into the unknown.
At this moment, an elegant voice with gentle determination rang out: "Please don't die!"
Far away in Tokyo, babies lying on their beds blowing bubbles said at the same time and in the same tone, "Yiyaya (Please don't die)!"
The baby's tender voice and the young man's elegant accent overlapped, and then a miracle happened.
He was born towards death and reborn in nirvana.
Then, transparent butterflies grew out of his body, emitting miraculous light. The powerful and warm force quickly erased his heavy and painful scars, and the fatal wound on his neck was like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser.
The bloody holes on the back of his head and chest, all the scars on his body, and the hidden injuries inside his body were also healed.
In an instant, he was completely renewed and no longer traumatized.