The Greatest

Ross had taken off the red coat and put it on a heavily made-up woman.

Before she sent Angelina to climb out of the small window, this strange woman rushed into the toilet, and this person's exposed suspender skirt was completely torn, and it was probably torn off by someone while fleeing.

Out of kindness, she put the red leather jacket on for the time being.

But before they had time to communicate, gunshots came from outside, and they were forced to sneak out of the most unsafe toilet first.Find your next hiding spot.

Depending on the situation, the terrorist hadn't entered the passage yet, but the gunfire never stopped.

The people around him were trembling all the time, and their feet were weak and they almost fell down several times.Although Rose was soft-hearted and sympathetic, it was really not the time for her to stop, she tried to make her voice sound strong and gentle.

"Let's see if anyone runs out. Hold on."

The other party kept nodding, one of his high heels had long been lost, and he was limping when he walked.

Even now, people would still run into people scurrying around in this small passage.Some guys have all the makeup on their faces, and when they meet their eyes, they will scare themselves quite a bit.

Many of those who lost their fighting spirit were young people, huddled in a corner, or leaning against an overturned cupboard, whose blood was unknown on their clothes and hands.

Later, she also met a boy who looked young, choked and kept sending text messages on his mobile phone. He didn't know if his cheek was knocked or what, one side was swollen badly, and the corner of his mouth was purple and blue.

He's clearly broken.The screen of the phone was shattered a long time ago, but he still grabbed the phone and shouted heart-piercingly.

— come and save me.I don't want to die.

"Where the hell is there a place to hide?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Rose couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

"Ross!"

The familiar voice sounded like heaven to her, and she immediately found the new friend she met tonight——Eddie.

Eddie looked no worse than her, and there were a lot of black, red and red stains on his jeans.

"Come here!" Eddie didn't have time to say anything, he just stood there and waved his hands.

In the end, he hid in the big kitchen.There is actually the only back door here, but the heavy iron door and the big metal lock shut their hopes outside.

Seeing Ross and the other two staggering over, Eddie sighed and walked in again.

There was the sound of the door being smashed at the entrance of the closed passage, and the surging flow of people squeezed in frantically again. Eddie turned his head frequently, trying to find Ross and the others.

There are densely packed people in front of me, and the circulation of the air has become unsmooth, as if it can gradually suffocate people to death.Just like the summer vacation that year, it was so hot that it could burn the earth.

And during that vacation, he met Bute Fran again.

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If he had to describe the situation at that time, he could only use the word 'wonderful fate'.

As he expected, he had a very clean summer vacation that year. There were no competitions, no art exhibitions, and the tutor had to go to the state where his hometown was due to personal reasons.

His daily life is to get up, do housework for his aunt, practice painting, and finish his homework seriously.Occasionally, I would turn on the TV and tune it to a channel that only people over middle age would watch.

But on such a day, he suddenly wanted to go to the street.

He himself didn't know why, maybe he was bored, maybe he saw the singer show on TV.All in all, he actually took to the streets alone.

Even my aunt couldn't help but look at him a few more times as he went to the entrance to change his shoes.

The central square, the musical fountain, the bustling shopping street, and passing through a place with many personal affairs, he finally walked back to the vicinity of the school.

I bought a cup of brewed coffee and sat idly on a bench by the street in a daze.At this time, he felt guilty.

He said the wrong thing.Thinking of this, he took another mouthful of boiling hot coffee, and calmly spit it out after his tongue went numb.

But Fran doesn't need his 'sympathy' at all, and he doesn't need his extra 'care' at all.

That person, like him, has his own hobbies, distressed courses, idols he admires, movies, music, and books he likes.The limbs are sound, the emotions are normal, and he knows how to understand. Although he is not perfect, he has both advantages and disadvantages.It is no different from every living person.

Yes, they are actually not that different.The only slight 'bias' that exists is just personality preference.It's the same reason he likes vanilla jelly and that guy likes lemon sour tea.

disease?Distorted psychological complex?

He didn't know what happened to others, but for But Fran, he was sure that it was just a 'characteristic'.

Figured out why people would be angry before the holiday, Eddie was helpless and annoyed.Because no matter what, it was too late for him to apologize now.

He walked to the trash can in a daze, and was about to throw away the paper cup and coffee, but he was attracted by the movement in one place.

Someone is arguing up front.

He didn't want to be nosy at first, but in the end he tiptoed towards the source of the sound.

Seven people he didn't know, surrounded by one he knew—Bout Fran.In this situation, he could tell at a glance that the other party was surrounded.On the ground not far away, there was still that guitar lying horizontally.

Since the seven people had their backs to Eddie, he managed to get behind them.

Bout was naturally the first person to notice. He retreated to the side calmly, trying to find the right opportunity to cooperate with a suspected 'helper' to set out to resist.

As a result, Eddie, who was able to attack the enemy, raised the coffee cup several times, but in the end he only picked up the guitar lying pitifully on the ground.

This time it wasn't just Boot who was stunned, even the 'enemies' who noticed the movement stared at Eddie in astonishment.Only then did Eddie, who was discovered, show a desperate look, and threw the coffee cup at the person with his hands.

Taking advantage of the wall of people dodging, Boot directly squeezed out, yelling loudly.

"Hey! You give me back my guitar—"

"Bastard! Don't run!!"

The real master chased a fake thief angrily, and finally they both stopped at the slope, panting.

Eddie, who was holding the guitar, was so tired that he even sat down on the ground, his face changed color.He was already beginning to regret intervening.

After panting for a long time, I raised my eyes to meet the eyes of the person standing beside me, but I don't know who started it first, and the loud laughter continued one after another, and there was a tendency to become more and more violent.

Two people who laughed loudly for no reason, one sat down on the ground and the other leaned against the low wall.

Eddie was the one who finished laughing first. He rubbed his face and asked that question very naturally.

"Hey, why, why are they blocking you?"

"It's not because I was seen going in and out of that bar."

"Oh so."

He replied briskly, as if what he heard was just an excuse like 'robbed someone's wallet'.

"Then let me ask you, why did you take my guitar and come up and play with me?"

"I, I don't. It's enough to fight you alone, and I will not help. Why don't you take your big baby's life root away from the battlefield first."

Having said that, he also put his arms around the guitar and kissed it.

Seeing someone's stunned expression, Eddie laughed even wider.He stretched out his hand and waited, and finally he was pulled up as he wished.

It was probably the day when Bute Flann and Eddie Mustang became more than just friends.