Star Dome Railway: Hand-made strange objects forcibly marry Black Tower

There was chaos in the large mining area at the moment.

The originally peaceful Camp No. 3 was now plunged into a sea of ​​fire. The blazing flames spread wantonly like wild beasts waving their claws, devouring every life entangled in it.

Natasha had arrived at the scene early and was directing the rescue work with an anxious look.

However, in the face of the monstrous fire, the rescuers felt what it meant to be a drop in the bucket.

Natasha was so anxious that she didn't understand at all that fire prevention arrangements had been made in the large mining area. Among the pipelines that transported energy, there were some special pipelines that carried snow water. If a fire was detected, they would immediately It will be extinguished, or at least it will not be allowed to develop.

It can develop into such a violent situation unless...

Someone set the fire deliberately.

At this moment, two underground fire personnel hurriedly walked out of the fire scene carrying a stretcher. Lying on the stretcher was a severely burned miner.

"Miss Natasha! There's too much fire inside!"

After putting down the stretcher, an underground fire member spoke. His lips were chapped, his face was completely black from smoke, and there were faint traces of burns.

"The people in Camp Three may have..."

The words stopped, and he gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Natasha didn't speak. She squatted down and looked at the miner on the stretcher who had been burnt to the ground. His clothes had been completely burned, leaving only a few broken pieces of leather adhering to the flesh and blood, and his whole body was charred and black. In the color, the blood redness of the muscles can be faintly seen.

"Na...little...sister..."

A hoarse whine was squeezed out of the miner's throat, and there wasn't even a look of pain on his ferocious face.

His fingertips trembled, as if he wanted to reach out to Natasha.

Natasha saw this and hurriedly reached out her hand.

However, before he could touch his rotten fingertips, the miner's strength was gone, and all his life was gone at this moment.

The hand stopped in mid-air, Natasha's breath trembled, she bit her lip and stretched out her fingers with difficulty.

He closed his unclosed eyes.

"Is he the only one in Camp Three?" Natasha asked softly.

"He found it on the edge of the camp, so he was able to rescue it. Others in the camp..."

The fireman said, his voice slowly deepening.

Natasha closed her eyes, and after a long moment, sighed heavily.

"Put out the fire." The voice trembled slightly, like some kind of compromise, Natasha opened her eyes, "Put out the fire first."

Looking at the miner on the stretcher, Natasha's eyes flickered for a moment, and then she raised his arm.

Under his arm was a thick felt hat.

"This is……"

Looking at the hat, Natasha was stunned for a moment, and then her pupils trembled violently.

How come, he is here too?

No, it's impossible. Doesn't this mean...

"Sister Natasha?"

A childish voice suddenly came from behind. However, this lovely tone that she had long been accustomed to in the past was now like an unexpected sharp needle, stabbing hard into Natasha's back.

He panicked, and the felt hat in his hand rolled to the ground unconsciously.

"Eh? Isn't this dad's hat?" Hook stepped forward and picked up the hat on the ground.

"Sister Natasha, where is dad?"

The innocent inquiry was deafening at the moment, Natasha remained silent, and the Earth Fire members behind her also looked at each other without saying a word.

"What's wrong, sister Natasha, why are no one talking..."

Hook blinked, and the next moment, her gaze inadvertently cast into the distance.

At this moment, the blazing flames filled her young and clear pupils.

After standing there blankly for a long time, Hook asked: "Sister Natasha, where is daddy?"

There was already a bit of panic in the voice.

Natasha knelt down silently. She reached out her hand and touched Hook's cheek tremblingly.

"Hook, listen to your sister and go home first, okay?"

Hook didn't respond, so she withdrew her gaze and looked directly at Natasha.

In the reflection of her pupils, there was a faint trace of tears on Natasha's face.

"Go home first, okay?"

When she spoke again, Natasha's voice was choked with sobs. She still looked at Hook, covering up the sadness deep in her eyes with love.

Hook held the hat in his arms and stroked the burnt down with his small hands. After a long silence, he nodded slightly.

Turning around and leaving, Hu Ke walked slowly towards Panyan Town, step by step, while her friends who had been following her did not dare to say a word from the beginning to the end, and just followed Hu Ke silently. Gram's footsteps.

And Lu Huai saw everything that happened just now.

When he wanted to follow him, he suddenly noticed a figure on the other side of the fire from the corner of his eye.

The tall and thin figure stood indifferently, with a cigarette in his mouth. He was surrounded by figures passing by him, chasing time, but he was staring at the fire scene indifferently, as if he was enjoying a performance. .

He's the assistant to the fiscal adjutant.

Seemingly aware of Lu Huai's gaze, he turned sideways and glanced at Lu Huai lightly. There seemed to be a sneer in his eyes, and then turned and left.

……

Panyan Town was still noisy. At a certain location, Hook suddenly stopped. She turned her head and looked to the side. There was a roadside food stall parked there.

"Lord Hook...what's wrong?" Julian, who was usually lively, lowered his voice to the lowest level at this moment.

Hook stared blankly over there and said in a hoarse voice: "At this time, Dad should be eating his favorite rock-burned cave salamander here."

After the words fell, Hook suddenly knelt on the ground, hugged the felt hat tightly with both hands, buried his little face in it, and cried loudly.

The heartbreaking cry was like a steel knife, cutting into Lu Huai's heart time and time again.

Looking at Hook surrounded by his friends, Lu Huai stood there for a long time, then turned and left in silence with dazed steps.

Heita narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Lu Huai's back. There seemed to be no emotion in his eyes.

"Ugh."

Sighing without trace, Heita left everything behind and walked with Lu Huai.

The two of them walked in silence like this for who knows how long.

Lu Huai raised his eyes in the blurry light and saw an ancient building not far away.

It's an orphanage.

As if he thought of something, Lu Huai came back to his senses and turned to look at his side.

"Ms. Black Tower..." Lu Huai showed a look of embarrassment, "Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

"Really, I thought you had forgotten me." Heita said expressionlessly.

The tone was calm, but it always seemed to mean something else.

Lu Huai said nothing. He took two steps forward and sat down on the steps in front of the orphanage.

Heita glanced at him, turned around and sat on the higher step.

"Do you have something to say?" Heita asked.

"You might laugh at me and think I'm weak."

Lu Huai shook his head, and after a moment of silence, he spoke.

"I've been thinking a lot just now. To put it simply, why did I travel here?"

"Even if you travel back to the era of war and chaos, you will see the weak being hacked to death by the strong because of their lack of strength, and being swallowed up in the torrent of war."

"It's better than letting me see this kind of oppression and violence that eats people without spitting out their bones."

Heita held his cheeks with his hands and said casually: "Huh? From what you said, you didn't look like a company employee before, but more like a revolutionary."

"Maybe." Lu Huai smiled bitterly.

"In our place, every guy who has accomplished nothing at the age of twenty-five, is overwhelmed by negative news, wanders in the reinforced concrete forest, and blindly mixes in the chaotic flow of people, will imagine that he is someone who can change the world. revolutionary."

"Although I'm still young from that age, I think that maybe every unknown person who originally loved life and was kind to others, when they find that the world is not beautiful, or even very bad, will eventually reach the same destination."

"Those people in Camp Three, they don't deserve to die."

"They are just a group of miners. They just want to live a simple life. They..."

Lu Huai wanted to say something else, but he stopped. He just felt like there was a lump in his throat, although he didn't spit it out quickly.

The words of those two officials still linger in Lu Huai's ears.

Because these people offended them, they deserve to die!

However, Lu Huai felt powerless.

Suddenly, a soft touch came from the top of his head. Lu Huai was stunned for a moment and turned his head slightly.

Heita leaned forward, holding his cheek with one hand, his calm gaze as before reflected on Lu Huai's face, and the other hand.

He was gently stroking Lu Huai's head.

"Do you want to be a revolutionary?"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Heita's mouth, mysterious and elegant, just like a mandala in bud. I wonder if there is an intoxicating poison beneath that beautiful face.

Lu Huai stared at Heita blankly, just when he was about to speak.

"Click."

The flash light came on, and the two people's eyes subconsciously shifted.

"Ah, sorry sorry."

At some point, opposite the Black Tower and Lu Huai, squatted a gray-haired young man who looked a little thin. A black windbreaker was draped on him, as if he was simply supported by a skeleton.

"I am a reporter from Belloberg Daily. You can call me Usher." The young man introduced himself, "The moment when these two talented men and beautiful women looked at each other affectionately was so perfect. I accidentally took the photo. Come down, did I offend you two?"

Only then did Lu Huai react and immediately asked him to delete the photo.

"Well, ordinary people's inspiration is like a spark. If it passes away, it may never be found." Heita said nonchalantly, "If you want it, you can keep it."

"Thank you very much!" Usher stood up and clasped his hands to express his thanks. "You two don't look like people from the lower city. If you have time to come to Belloberg Daily, I'll treat you two to a cup of coffee as a reward. ”

After finishing speaking, Usher thanked him again, then turned and left.

"Ms. Black Tower, is this really okay?" Lu Huai was a little worried.

"What's the matter? Which planet in the universe doesn't know my name and my appearance? But this planet has been closed for too long."

Heita said, looking back to Lu Huai, "You haven't answered my question just yet."

Lu Huai raised his head and met Heita's gaze.

"I may not be a revolutionary, but..."

"There's something that might be possible."

……

Rivet Town, within the stronghold of the Withered Grass Alliance.

Blaze held the black envelope in his hand, sat on the chair, and looked at the sky outside the window gloomily.

The flames dyed the false sky red, seeming to reflect someone's sin.

Of course he knew who started the fire.

However, he did not dare to stand up and tie the guy who despised life to the gallows.

"Damn!" He punched the table hard, and Blaze's eyes were bloodshot.

If it weren’t for the development of withered grass, which could overcome the local fire faster, and rush for quick success, we wouldn’t be where we are today...

"Stop! You can't go in!"

"Fuck him, stop him!"

The noise came from outside the house. Blaze was in a irritated mood and yelled: "What are you talking about!"

"Oh!"

The door to the room was violently smashed open, and two members of the Kucao crashed into the room and fell to the ground, looking outside the room with fear on their faces.

Blaze's expression changed, he stood up and turned around to look.

In the dim light, Lu Huai walked into his room with a gloomy face, holding a struggling Kucao member in his hand. Next to Lu Huai, a man with an extremely beautiful appearance, but as cold as an ice field A young girl walked side by side with him.

The people behind him surrounded Lu Huai with weapons, but they just followed Lu Huai's footsteps and did not dare to get close at all, as if they were scared.

"We meet again, Leader Blaze." Lu Huai stared at Blaze and spoke indifferently.

Blaze was silent for a moment and then said, "Is something wrong?"

"Of course, you still seem to care about that thing."

Lu Huai's eyes moved to Blazer's hand. The edge of the black envelope was embroidered with gold thread, which looked very luxurious.

"Congratulations, I decided to go uptown."

"Let's have a good chat with those so-called nobles."