[Attack on Titan] One percent

The author has something to say: [I found that the chapter title has a wrong number, so I have to make a fake change]

According to some details and brain holes, it can be inferred that the captain and the head of the regiment are not strictly one-hearted [Sneaky look. .There should be no regimental party to see it], the process is too long, I will only say the conclusion: the captain is not such a tall person, and he is not a person with a noble will, let alone for the sake of all mankind, (of course he loves There is definitely a human heart, but it is absolutely different from the leader) On the contrary, he is a person with a weak heart who wants to keep guarding and becoming stronger; he is also constantly looking for faith, after abandoning the values ​​​​instilled in the past (comic The Party understands) and chose to believe in the belief of the regiment commander. Although he did not agree with his decision 100% at any time, he would still carry out his orders. The commander chose to trust the regiment commander.

Forgot to mention before, that's why I ended up asking the captain to save Kuya.I think the commander of the army is different from the leader of the regiment, otherwise he would never rescue him.

The headquarters of the Survey Corps is located ten miles outside the urban area, relatively secluded and not remote.In front of the window is the green mountain forest, and the red roofs of the town can be seen in the distance. Kuya puts all the pleasant scenery into the picture frame.

Levi knocked on the door and entered, and what he saw was such a scene: the beautiful woman was picturesque, but the person in the painting didn't know it.

The early summer sunshine was as pale as a glass of low-alcohol champagne, and the corners of Kuya's eyes and brows were also faint.The simple white shirt on her body gave off a spotless air. This kind of sobriety and gentleness is the gentle hometown that countless young and energetic boys yearn for. She hadn't joined the army 12 years ago, and the cruel reason that belonged to the commander hadn't yet taken shape, so how much attention would Kuya attract when she first entered the barracks?Just thinking about it makes me angry!

His possessive desire for her grows day and night, but he can't turn her into a canary locked in a cage. In that case, she will no longer be her.

How important is love?It's like a sandcastle built with painstaking efforts, but it shatters when the giant steps on it.Because, this is a world of killing, great ideals and great love cannot agree, Erwin chose the former, Neil kept the latter, so what about Levi?

he does not know.

Sometimes, Levi even wants her to be incapacitated so he can take it for granted, but he can't.Because he chose to believe in Erwin's ideal, and Erwin chose her.

Levi stood at the door, staring at her for a long time.In the end, the more he thought about it, the more irritable he became, and he simply withdrew.

With a "click", the plain hand holding the paintbrush stopped at the same time.

He is gone at last.

Concentrating on painting is pretending, once the person left, she stopped writing, and opened the soulless half-finished product, revealing Levi's portrait behind her, she looked at the person in the painting in a trance.

It's the fifth day, if I'm really a staff officer, why didn't the head of this regiment show up?But if they were lying to her, how were the paintings to be explained?

At this moment, Erwin was still secretly investigating at the Wall of Sina. Hanji, who naturally regarded Kuya as his own, did not think of explaining specifically to dispel doubts.

Kuya finally put away the paintings, saying that believing them was just a stopgap measure, no matter it was true or not, this was a rare opportunity, and she had to escape to confirm the safety of the dean.

After dinner, Kuya lay down early, but did not fall asleep immediately. While tossing and turning, there was a conversation outside the door.

It's Levi and Hanji.

At first, the two chatted about some irrelevant things about the Corps... This is an opportunity!She should have slipped away when the two of them would never enter the door or look out the window, however, their ensuing conversation caused her to stop.

"I've thought about it these past two days. Little Kuya's memory now is very strange, because she didn't have this memory before she lost her memory."

"What do you mean?"

"According to the previous statement, she stayed in the orphanage until she was 12 years old. In her memory, she was not imprisoned. But Kuya's current appearance does not seem to be fake. So I speculate that someone tampered with her memory, this person is probably related to the person who imprisoned her."

"Then, her strange physique was obtained from this memory?"

"Very likely—speaking of physique, Levi, will her wound still bleed?"

"It seems that it still happens when scrubbing. There are already piles of blood-stained towels..."

"A pile of towels?..."

Kuya didn't have the heart to listen to the words that followed, she immediately opened the closet, and took out a "cloth strip" from the pile of clothes, which was strung together with towels, and she tore off the quilt cover, and there was also one hidden inside, Two strings together are exactly the height of a three-story building.

She quickly tied the prepared rope to the table legs, and slid to the first floor with both hands and feet. There is no star, no moon, and pitch blackness. It is a good opportunity to escape, but the difficulty is not small.Kuya had already memorized the layout outside the window by drawing, and when Levi helped her restore her memory, she also took the opportunity to ask about the location of the stables.

At the same time as she jumped on the horse, torches were lit in the distance, and the noise came faintly.Kuya lashed the horse's butt with a whip, and the well-trained horse immediately galloped away as if facing a formidable enemy.

Han Ji was really smart, and quickly guessed the purpose of the so-called towel. When the two of them slammed the door open, there was no one there, only the window was wide open.He ran downstairs in a hurry, raised the torch, and saw a man and a horse flashing past, and the oncoming soldiers reacted quickly to dodge. After seeing the man on the horse, his eyes widened, and before he exclaimed, he was caught by Han Ji quickly covered her mouth with her eyes and hands.Immediately afterwards, Levi also chased out quickly on his horse.

"The young couple quarreled and were angry, it's all right."

Han Ji thought he was fooling around wittily, but he didn't want his arm to be torn off, and an angry voice sounded: "You are the captain of the three-year-old brat?!"

"Andrea? You came back early?"

"You are not happy with the high efficiency of the captain. Tell me, what is going on with Kuya's running posture?" As expected of one of the arrest experts from the Gendarmerie, Andrea saw the essence at a glance, "Do you have any? What are you hiding from everyone?"

In the flickering firelight, her eyes were extremely bright, and she couldn't catch a trace of impurities.Han Ji looked at her meaningfully for a while, and finally sighed.

The vast night hides people's figures, weakens sight, but magnifies other senses.The rapid sound of hoofbeats behind Kuya's ears was not weak for a moment, and she knew that the man had been following her closely.

This is not the way, when Ma always gets tired from running, if she is in a place where there are few people, she can only catch her without a fight.

Fortunately, the lights were seen within ten miles, and it is convenient to fish in troubled waters where there are people.Kuya pulled the rein, avoided the crowded main road, and entered the town by a more remote path, then abandoned the horse and got into the crowd.

She dodges left and right in the crowd, her moving speed is not slow, but no matter how fast she speeds up, the man behind her can always see her from a distance and never leaves her sight.

The brisk figure walked through the colorful lights of the streets and alleys, shaking off the crowds and streamers, but he couldn't get rid of him.

Suddenly, the noisy singing burst into her ears, her eyes lit up, and she got into the nearest door.

The refuge she chose happened to be the most popular bar in the city, a place where fun-loving people gather. There are decadent lighting and corrupt music. .

Singing and dancing, drinking, and bold people cuddling together and touching.The depression brought by the cruel world is temporarily released through the stimulation of passion (crab), otherwise, sooner or later, he will go crazy.

Kuya had to blend into a certain group of people, her eyes turned around in the bar, looking for the right place—drinking people, people dancing explicit dances, and bodies intertwined on the ground in the corner... Gritting her teeth uncomfortably, Finally squeezed into the edge of the writhing crowd, sitting in front of the bar, pretending to concentrate on enjoying the dance.

It didn't take long for Levi to push the door and enter, and bumped into a person head-on. After pulling away, the person was stunned by his gloomy expression, his fists froze in mid-air, and finally walked away cursing.

Being pushed and pushed by the chaotic crowd, Levi's heart was filled with anger for no reason. If he hadn't been concerned about the possible hidden surveillance, he would have directly smashed the scene, so there was no need for such effort.

Less than 10 minutes after sitting down, a man came over to talk to Kuya.She can't seem special, she has to bite the bullet and respond.The man's question was innocuous at first, when he proposed to go upstairs alone, Kuya refused without thinking.

She thought that she was really unlucky, the white shirt was tightly wrapped, and she could still meet up with someone just like that.

In fact, Kuya was quite wrong. Putting this kind of dress among piles of flesh-colored clothes, Yan Ran is a very special ascetic beauty.Within a minute, another man sat next to her and directly invited her to spend the night together. "No way!" She shouted in a low voice, the man wasn't serious, shrugged his shoulders and went on looking for flowers.

However, when the fifth man asked her strangely "Why don't you drink", Kuya glanced over inadvertently and found that Levi still hadn't left. In order not to attract attention, she had to accept the man's hospitality.

The man was neatly dressed, and the topics he talked about were not as vulgar as the previous few people. Gradually, Kuya let go of most of his repulsion.The man toasted her, and Kuya actually had a drink.With the loss of important memories, she also lacks the necessary experience to go to bars.The wines in small towns were unsatisfactory, and she apparently forgot that the poorer the wine, the easier it was for other blemishes to be mixed in without being noticed.

Another 10 minutes passed, and Kuya's thoughts began to become light, and there were countless small things in her body screaming happily. Those shouts made her wanton and flamboyant, as if she had returned to that civilized century, and she was wearing bungee jumpers on her feet. The special safety rope, the wanton years of rapid fall along the Victoria Falls.

Involuntarily, she began to sway her body to the decadent music, the man who bought her a drink reached out to hug her waist, grabbing the last ray of thought, she pushed him away, and she herself hit the edge of the bar due to the reaction force , It hurts a lot, she clings to the edge of the bar table to maintain the pain, and prevent the decline of sanity.

The scene of drunkenness, dream and death, both real and illusory, is tempting her, and the painful memory is mixed with drugs clamoring to fight back, allowing her to fight back, allowing her to do whatever she wants, to do whatever she wants.

What do you want to do?She wanted to kill those who put her on the laboratory table, and cut off all their hands holding the syringes. She wanted them to hurt as much as she hurt.

However, there seemed to be another voice in the body, calm and self-possessed: No, it's not yet time, you have to be patient.

Yes, yes, not in time.She always echoed that voice without hesitation, even though it rarely came up.

In a daze, she was suddenly pulled into an embrace.She struggled for the first time, but there was a voice in her ear calling her: Be good, don't move.

Who would talk to her like this?After three years of hard work, she still met someone who would treat her with such a caring tone.

Kuya grabbed his snow-white skirt, yearning for the cleanliness, as if he could separate any dirty things, dirty hands, and dirty heart.

The person holding him beat those dirty things to the ground with only the other hand, and then took her away, away from the disgusting environment.He was so handsome, Kuya was very satisfied, and smiled happily in his arms.

The night was fresh and intoxicating, and she found that she could move quickly without moving her feet. Later, she fell into the water, and someone was splashing her with water.

Ah, it turns out that it is Songkran Festival now.That's great, she likes Songkran.

She threw it back unwillingly, and the more she played, the more excited she was, until she was angrily pushed against the wall, and her lips were blocked by something soft.

Later, she was placed on the soft clouds, and someone said "good dream" in her ear. The imperceptible tenderness was so familiar, like a subconscious longing.

Kuya was silent for a while, then suddenly became angry - bastard, he left her and went to play in the water by himself!

She was dissatisfied, the clamor in her body came back, there were small flames flying around, unbuttoning one button was not enough, so she simply undid three buttons.

She twisted wildly in the pile of clouds, looking for coolness, twisting and twisting, she suddenly touched a hand, which didn't belong to her, and was still stained with some drops of water.

The feeling in her body made her more and more uncomfortable, impatiently, she pressed her cheek to that hand, it was cool, she seemed to be better.But the flames became stronger again, she looked down and saw two balls of white flowers, like little white rabbits, she reached out to touch them, but suddenly felt uncomfortable.

It doesn't matter, she has a solution.

She grabbed the little white rabbit with a hand that didn't belong to her, but the hand didn't seem to be cold anymore, so she hoped that the owner of the hand could help: "The little white rabbits are so uncomfortable, hot and swollen, can you help them?" ?”