【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

After such a catastrophe of life and death, people should have a good celebration. However, in the catastrophe last night, the Death Star was still not able to escape unscathed.

For these crew members, the Death Star is more like a second home than a workplace. In addition, Beidou never likes to make any personnel changes, which means that for most people on the ship, the relationship with these comrades-in-arms We spend more time together than family members.

Everyone on the Death Omen is each other's family.

"Hai Guang!"

"To!"

"Minfang!"

"To!"

"Li Yuan!"

"..."

"Li Yuan?"

Beidou stood at a high place, seeing no reply from the people below, and his expression became visibly anxious. The eye exposed to the air kept searching, looking for that familiar face among the haggard faces, and again Increase the volume:

"Li Yuan!"

There was still no reply, but the crowd was no longer so silent, and they let out moderate sobs, echoing on the sea.

Beidou clenched his hand into a fist, and after the pen tip made a friction sound on the paper, he stabilized his voice and continued to call out the next name.

"Wang Gui!"

"To!"

......

"Jolly!"

"..."

"Jolly?"

"..."

No one answered.

"Ms. Li...Ms. Li!"

A big man covering his arms was sitting in the corner of the deck. The moment he heard the word "Qiao Li", he subconsciously raised his head, but like Beidou, he got no response.

He walked through the crowd as if asking for confirmation. He felt that the faces in front of him were so familiar, but his heart sank a little bit, and he kept mumbling something.

The man stood in front of a woman with red eyes, like a man floating on the sea, grasping the last straw: "My mother-in-law, she works in the logistics, why, how can she disappear?"

"...Brother Zhao."

The woman covered her mouth and let out a suppressed and twisted sob:

"Sister Qiao, she said she didn't trust you, so..."

The woman's body trembled and she almost knelt down in front of the man:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I didn't stop her, I didn't stop her..."

"..."

The atmosphere at the scene became solemn again and again, and even Beidou's voice became trembling and choked, like a flame dancing in the breeze, almost breaking in the dawn sky.

Zhao Changqing and Qiao Li were both the first sailors to work with Beidou. Zhao Changqing had a lot of tendons and was a good hand; Qiao Li had a lively and cheerful temperament. She was gorgeous and flamboyant when she was young, and she was a good cook. There was no one on the ship who had not been scolded by her, but there was also no one who disliked her.

They met on the ship, and their feelings, like the route, traveled farther and farther on the ship.

This is now, the ship is still there.

But for Zhao Changqing, only the boat is still there.

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The girl woke up in her room the next day.

There were some small wounds on her body, but thanks to the girl's strong self-healing ability, many of them could no longer feel the pain and turned into scabs that would fall off as long as she took a good bath.

She must have been extremely tired yesterday, but the girl slept very peacefully. Even the soreness caused by overworked muscles was not very obvious, but the feeling of weakness throughout her body still told her that everything that happened yesterday did not matter. It's not an illusion.

She really killed the Demon God Resentment.

The girl tentatively stepped on the ground with her feet, stepped on them carefully, and then finally stepped on the ground, holding on to the edge of the bed and getting out of the bed.

The brown-red handrails were hung with white and yellowish flags, which were powerful and eye-catching.

I don't know why, but the girl feels a little sad.

But she clearly survived.

But she felt she should cry for something.

She was in a coma for almost a whole day. At this time, the sky was dark, as if it had never dawned.

"Zhang Qiong? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

The girl turned around and saw Manyo.

She pursed her lips and shook her head, looking back at the empty deck and the white silk fluttering in the wind.

"Why do I feel that it's a little deserted?"

Manyo put the robe on the girl:

"Because those who survive need time to turn over a new chapter."

"This is an unwritten rule on the ship. Whenever someone dies, all other activities except the basic operations of the ship can be suspended the next day."

Wanyo lowered his head and his voice became a little sad:

"Although, I haven't experienced much."

"...It turns out that someone died yesterday."

The girl smiled bitterly:

"I thought I protected everyone."

Wanyo wanted to speak, she wanted to retort, "You have protected many people," but if she really wanted to say that, it would be too unfair to those who died.

As a person who survived, if he stood on the body of those who sacrificed to comfort the girl, it would be really...

Moreover, if you ask yourself, Manyo also blamed himself when he returned from his dream at midnight——

It would be nice if he saved two more people.

"Morality" will become a person's burden under certain circumstances. Of course, I don't mean that "morality" is bad. It's just that people with an overly strong sense of morality will put the catastrophe into trouble as long as they are even slightly involved in a catastrophe. If this person with a strong sense of morality happens to have some ability to override the victims, then in this catastrophe, apart from the victims, he will be the one who suffers the greatest harm. These are the people who have both moral sense and ability.

Because not only them, but also some people will question——

Aren't you awesome? Then why couldn't you save them?

——Of course, there is no such person on the Death Star.

But it doesn't mean that this sound disappears in their ears. On the contrary, this sound follows them like a shadow, and it is active in the brain of every such person.

This is the execution ground that people with a strong sense of morality set up for themselves in their hearts. The only criminal used to torture is themselves.

"..."

"It's not your fault, good boys, it's not your fault."

This voice came from a high place, as if it had been pulled crookedly by the wind, and the inexplicable sense of vicissitudes was like rough sandpaper rubbing through two soft enough hearts.

The two of them subconsciously raised their heads. The girl's eyes were still filled with tears. As she raised her head, the tears from the corners of her eyes fell into her temples.

On the lookout is Zhao Changqing.

His eyes were red, as if the lines at the corners of his eyes were getting deeper, but at this moment, there was a smile on his face that had aged overnight.

He looked at them from a distance and smiled a little forcedly for him now:

"Good boy, the death of Mrs. Li and the death of everyone yesterday are not your fault."