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During the three days when Hiduan was buried underground by Jiaodu, he lived his life countless times.

Jiao is an old man with five hearts on his body, one of which is good at earth ninjutsu. It is easy to create a hollow and sealed space underground.

The fettered Fei Duan was buried in the ground, surrounded by darkness, and the words that he hadn't read into his heart just now turned into cold thumbtacks, jumping into his brain one by one.

In the boredom and anger of having nothing to do, he had no choice but to start thinking with his fresh brain that had been regenerated countless times.

After thinking about all the things that could be thought about, Hidan lost control of time.

The voices crowded in his head began to paint, they danced in his head, chanted, sacrificed, maddened.

The pictures described in words one after another exploded in front of his eyes like lightning, all he could see was darkness, only this picture had edges and corners, but even this picture was full of darkness.

That is the picture of the hero Gosaburo in "A Beautiful Homeland" struggling alone in the collapsed tunnel.

Scene after scene, Fei Duan waited. If someone saw his appearance now, they would be amazed, because it is impossible for a fanatical devotee to show such a cold and rational expression.

Hidan waited until Erina appeared.

As described in the article, Erina is gentle and firm, Erina likes to tell the truth that no one wants to hear, Erina likes to tell cold jokes, and Erina likes to say that hope is ahead.

Gosaburo's Erina.

"...Erina hugged the body of Gosaburo who was crying loudly. She hugged him like hugging a child connected by his own blood, making Gosaburo mistakenly think that he had returned to his hometown when he was a baby, and he was still a child. Crouching embryos.

The mother's womb is so warm and safe. Compared with it, the outside world is too big and too dangerous.

Gosaburo, who was emotionally broken, gradually regained his sanity under Erina's careful comfort. He was still exhausted, hungry and sleepy, but he swore secretly in his heart:

It doesn't matter if I die here, I must save Erina.Erina should not have stayed in this dark and scary place.I deserve to be buried in the ground as a sacrifice to the beautiful homeland, but Erina is so beautiful and healthy, as if as long as she exists, I have already lived in the beautiful homeland-absolutely, definitely take Erina out! "

Hidan just watched Gosaburo and Erina work together to dig through the collapsed tunnel bit by bit, looking for a way of life as thin and fragile as a spider's silk.

He knew he didn't see anything.

He knew that this was just a series of short-circuit phenomena caused by the brain's inability to stop thinking in extreme darkness and silence. The reason why people couldn't stop thinking was because the brain was sure that the environment in which the body was in was not normal.

Besides, even during sleep, the brain has areas that are active.

He knew that after an inestimable period of time, the perception ability of his five sense organs would increase exponentially, as if squeezing his own vitality, he desperately searched for anything that might exist.

He knows that there are roots of plants that are thinner than a hair in the ground at a depth of 50 meters. When your fingertips touch the roots, you will feel that the plants are also conscious, and they will greet your nerves timidly and curiously. Straight to the trembling of the soul.

He knows that a person's body can still feel each other's existence after being separated by ten meters, he knows the excitement of blood wetting the soil, he knows that earthworms can drill into joints and cause earthquakes, and he knows that the call of evil gods is heard from the deepest part of the earth all the time, A great being waits for him to dream of infinite death and infinite stillness.

No one knows what he knows.

No one cares what he knows.

"Nobody" doesn't exist.

In the picture, Gosaburo and Erina finally dug the road to the ground. They will soon see the light of hope, hear the voices of the villagers, and return to the fireworks of the world.

Fei Duan knew that the next scene would not appear again, and the people buried in the ground could only see darkness, and even the hallucinations were not allowed to have light.

But it doesn't matter, the words in his mind, the small volcanoes are about to erupt impatiently.

"...

Gosaburo glanced at his hand - he was holding Erina's hand just now, then looked around the village destroyed by the earthquake, finally relaxed completely, and sat down on the ground.

Gosaburo remembered.

There has never been a girl named Erina in the village.

Erina never existed.

Wu Saburo remembered it, but he felt completely relaxed, like a pool of mud sleeping deep in a swamp.

Not because he has come out of the dark and lonely underground, but because he understands who Erina is.

Erina is his loneliness.

Erina is his loneliness when facing the villagers shouting to build a beautiful home, it is also the loneliness when the villagers push him into the well to find treasure, and it is his loneliness in the dark tunnel longer than the horizon.

The earthquake destroyed the beautiful homes of the villagers, as well as the villagers and Erina. Now he has lost even his loneliness.

The loneliness that had been gnawing at him all this time was completely gone.

He saw the clouds turning into wet confetti lonely in the setting sun, and knew that tomorrow would be a beautiful and sunny day, but that didn't matter anymore.

Gosaburo sits in a beautiful home, he knows that he can sit here all the time, whenever he wants, because he no longer has to look for loneliness.

He is alone. "

No matter how long the hymn was, Hiduan's mind was forced to search for more things at the end of the song.

It was a short moment when Hiduan was about to become the darling of the evil god, the finished product of immortality.

Hidan returned to that moment again.

"Eh? What's wrong with the foam? It looks like you're unlovable." Qing stared at the foam curled up on the sofa strangely.

Terumi Mei pursed her lips and shrugged, "It has nothing to do with me, he wanted to read "A Beautiful Homeland" by himself. Among so many books written by Mr. Polaris, he fell in love with "A Beautiful Homeland" at first sight. I am also very helpless... Wait for him to recover and comfort him with "The Ice Blade of Midsummer" or "Heroes."

Qing: Just... suddenly.

Shinobi rubbed his arms on his calm and steady white eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched for a while before he couldn't bear to look away.

No, I won't be so angry that I will leave the village again... Yes, I should.

The author has something to say: The source of inspiration for "A Beautiful Home":

Camus "The Stranger"

Kafka's "The Castle"

Ango Sakaguchi "Idiot"

Can Xue "Love in the End Times"

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