I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

14-year-old Johnson carefully poked his head out of the rubble.

The rain stopped.

There was noise in the distance, and the high-power self-made portable lights were dazzling.

Hovercraft and kayaks waded across the stagnant water, and people in raincoats used what looked like harpoons to pierce obstacles and rummage for valuables.

——They are not search and rescue personnel, but survivors of the hurricane.

They violently scrambled for valuables, rushed into the half-collapsed store, forcibly pried open the cash register box, and found wet banknotes, and scattered coins slipped from their fingers and rolled into the stagnant water.

"Look! Old Holly, poor old fellow!"

After the body lying in the rubble was found, the mob kicked it viciously and laughed loudly

"Where's the gold ring on this old guy's hand, did you take it?"

"I didn't see it!" The man who was the first to lift up the furniture and found the body raised his hands and defended loudly.

The others obviously didn't believe it, and soon a fight started.

Johnson took advantage of the chaos of scolding and scuffling, and flew away.

"Huh, huh." The panting boy was about to slow down, when there were screams and the muffled sound of sharp weapons cutting into his flesh and bones from the ruins behind him. Shade fled in a hurry.

He has never experienced such a terrible disaster, but he knows what people will do for money. There are many bankrupts and stowaways in Pedorion City. The economy here is not good, and there are no large factories.The food distributed by the church is limited, as are the houses. Many people can only prop up a dilapidated tent in a slum.

Johnson and his uncle Lake have lived in tents for many years. He has seen clients who kill prostitutes, gamblers with red eyes and stabbed people to death with knives, and scum who cheated sick old women of their last money.

When he was seven years old, one of his little friends died in a remote and quiet alley.

When a criminal who had just succeeded in a robbery rushed into the alley to escape, he shot a boy in the head who kindly called him to get food relief.

Johnson brought food from the church, but he didn't wait for his little friend to show up. When he ran back to look for it, all he saw was a cold corpse lying in a pool of blood in the alley.

The case broke after a month.

The criminal robbed a basketball player who went on vacation in a seaside city. He also had a bloody hole in his chest, but he was lucky enough to survive.The robber originally only wanted money, but when he found his prey was muscular and worried that he would not succeed, he shot first and then searched for money.

After escaping two streets, a child called his name, and the robber fired without thinking...

The case was not small, the criminal went to jail, and the newspaper was very concerned about the innocent child who died. The whole page mourned and condemned the prisoner, but even the child's name was spelled wrong.

Compared with his little partner, Johnson has been lucky.The newspaper let many people know that there are still some children in Pedorion City, South Saxony, who can't eat enough and don't even have a house at home.

Things were immediately taken seriously.The ghetto was expanded and many homeless families moved in, including Johnson and his uncle.It's just that after the improvement of life, Lake gradually became addicted to gambling.

Johnson delayed the other children from school by a year, but was able to attend school and eat free brunch at school.

No matter what, Johnson will insist on finishing the book. The opportunity is hard-won, and people who get it easily will not understand.

——When Johnson made up his mind, he certainly never imagined that one day he would blow up his school.

Avoiding the thugs who were scrambling for valuables, Johnson struggled to swim in the stagnant water. When he woke up in the ruins four days ago, he found that he had an extra strength in his body.

But Johnson didn't dare to use it at all. He remembered the tragedy of the school very clearly.

He wants to go out to seek help in less disaster-stricken places, or pretend to be an orphan separated from his family. 14-year-old Johnson? Brown, that alive is the most important thing.

No matter how scared he is, he will leave here.

Two days later, with the food he found in the ruins, Johnson finally walked out of the hardest hit area and found a rescue point set up in a small town after the hurricane.

The scrawny child was immediately noticed, and soon he had a warm blanket, a cup of hot milk, and easy-to-digest biscuits.

He was very hungry, but he restrained himself.

The action of drinking milk slowly seemed very well-bred. No one suspected that this was a child from a slum area. They asked Johnson's family, but the boy bowed his head and remained silent.

"My God! The poor boy!"

It was a fat old woman who distributed the supplies, and she hugged the boy pityingly.

Johnson was stiff because he knew the old woman.

The old woman was the owner of a bakery in the city of Pedorion. She was always driving homeless people viciously. Johnson was broken in the head with a cane when he was a child.The old woman's current behavior obviously didn't remember Johnson at all. She was hugging the boy who lost his family in the hurricane, not the kid who came out of the dirty slums and would definitely become a criminal in the future.

The embrace is very warm, but Johnson's heart is cold.

This embarrassment did not last long. The rescue team from South Saxony came back, and they brought back many survivors. The rescue station suddenly became busy, and no one continued to ask Johnson's origin.

The boy quietly breathed a sigh of relief and looked around, when someone suddenly stopped him in surprise.

"Hi, little Johnson!"

Johnson stepped back warily, like a frightened hamster.

The man didn't grab him recklessly, but just looked at him worriedly: "Katie called me just now. After seeing the news, she was worried about your safety. It's great that you're fine."

Katie is the female public school teacher who helped Johnson. After being fired, she left South Sasha.

The man who looked concerned and held the blanket tightly for Johnson was a friend of the female teacher and a lawyer who once tried to help Johnson get rid of school violence, but failed in the end because he could not find evidence and witnesses.

"How did you get here, where is your Uncle Lake?"

"I don't know," Johnson whispered.

The lawyer looked at the boy sympathetically: "Forgive me, Johnson. Although this is rude, I still think that your guardian's legal disappearance or death is actually a good thing for you."

Johnson looked up.

"Before you were unwilling to leave your uncle, Lake was very good to you when he was not gambling, but as long as he had money, he disappeared."

"But..." Johnson felt pain.

Poverty is a shackle, but poverty used to be a good thing in the eyes of children. When they lived in dilapidated tents, Uncle Lake would give him the food he received when he was hungry.But with a house and stable monthly relief benefits, Lake would rather go hungry to gamble, anyway, children can eat free meals at school.

"Children who lost their loved ones in the hurricane have the opportunity to be adopted by good middle-class families in other states. You can get a better education, a new environment, and a bright future."

"but I do not know……"

Johnson bowed his head, as if to curl himself into a ball, so pitiful that one wanted to pat his head.

"I really don't know where Uncle Lake is, maybe he...he actually escaped."

"Yes, it's very possible! God will bless you, Johnson." The lawyer patted the boy's head and deliberately didn't say what to ask God to bless him. He was satisfied to see Johnson struggling and becoming uneasy.

——Wishing for my uncle to die, for a child, the sense of guilt is a bit serious.

The man patiently said to Johnson: "Katie and I will get married next year. Because of work, we don't plan to have children for the time being, but we don't mind making an extra breakfast every day. Johnson, the night will not last forever, go out and you can overcome it.”

Johnson nodded slowly.

"Good boy." The lawyer patted the boy on the shoulder, like a father encouraging a child.

Gambler Lake?Of course he was dead long ago, shot dead before the hurricane and dumped in a roadside ditch.

***

The dense fog for three consecutive days has seriously affected the smooth flow of the Haihuai Expressway.

Long-distance freight trucks were congested at the entrance of the expressway. Several drivers yawned and left the cab to stroll around.It was really boring to wait, and someone talked about strange things and anecdotes.

"...On this road! I drove here a few days ago, surrounded by the interview car and the police!" The middle-aged driver with a cigarette in his mouth flicked the ash, "I heard that it was a young girl who died under the river embankment .”

"Nonsense! There are roads and guardrails here, and you can't die if you roll all the way down. Could it be that you committed suicide by jumping into the river?"

"Who knows, I heard from my son that there were two little girls who went to the movies at night and never came back. Until now, there is still one who can't see who is alive or who is dead."

The middle-aged driver deliberately went to his cab to take out a newspaper and pointed it to everyone: "The family of the missing girl is willing to pay 3 yuan for clues. Keep your eyes open, maybe you can get some extra money... ..."

Just as he was talking, someone suddenly pointed at the dense fog and called out.

The crowd was amazed.

"Just now, there was a figure in the fog just now." The voice of the shouting driver trembled, "It seems to be a female student, who looks... just like this photo."

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Brother, your set is too outdated! To be scary, you should be called a drenched female ghost!"

"Really! It disappeared all of a sudden!" The driver blushed.

There was another burst of ridicule, and no one paid attention to the truck parked in the thick fog. Suddenly, the door of a cab was slowly opened, and it was closed again half a minute later.

A hundred meters away, beside the river embankment, a girl appeared out of nowhere in the grass half a person's height, with exactly the same appearance as the missing girl.She opened the small black bag she stole from the cab just now, and was satisfied to see a stack of pink banknotes inside. After putting the things into her arms, she flipped through the newspapers that came along.

If you want to blame it, you can blame the driver for being unlucky and sticking this newspaper against the window glass, just as she was in a hurry to leave Huaicheng and was short of money.

"Hurricane Jennifer hit South Sasha in the United States, and its power was astonishing. Not far from the landing site, a school substation exploded..." The girl was reading this news, when she suddenly saw a figure appearing in the surrounding fog, she was taken aback , activate the ability, and the figure disappears instantly.

The crowd rushing out of the dense fog threw a big net around their heads!

The net rope is tightened, and the middle is strangely protruding, which is an invisible cuboid.

"Clap!"

Suddenly two durians popped out of the cuboid,

But the ones who collected the net were armed police with riot shields, who easily stopped them.

"Report to Major Zhang, the target has been captured, please proceed to the next step."