Hades system

In the dead of night, Bai Ziren stared listlessly at the ceiling of the dormitory with his eyes open, but his consciousness was clear.

Zhao Chunsheng's snoring was very rhythmic, Xiao Mingyue also cursed in a low voice at the beginning and gradually fell asleep.

Du Fuling was still awake, and Bai Ziren could feel the slight vibration from under the bed and Du Fuling's muffled laughter every once in a while. It is estimated that he is still talking nonsense with those dead people who stay up late in the group at the moment.

Thinking in this way, Bai Ziren blinked his eyes in the dark, he really didn't expect that Du Fuling and Bai Xiansheng would unexpectedly hit it off.Originally, he was quite worried that Du Fuling would not get used to it, but now that he thinks about it, he might be thinking too much.

Since the peace talks that day, it seems that Du Fuling no longer intentionally acted in that manner in front of him.The sorrow and pain that had been pressing on his heart disappeared overnight, and Du Fuling, who glowed with a different kind of vitality, was much better than the gloomy and inferior him in Bai Ziren's memory, and it also made Bai Ziren more and more serious. I care about it.

【Black impermanence】

Du Fuling, it's already one o'clock, go to bed quickly!A murderer in the west of the city is still waiting for me to claim his life! (#‵′)

【Poria Cake】

Brother Fa Cai is so tyrannical!But you don’t need to tell me such a minor about taking your life ╮(╯_╰)╭

【White impermanence】

Hey kid, are you scared?Next time let the boss take you to see the death-defying scene, okay~ Yan Wang

……

The reminder in the group brought Bai Ziren back to his senses, he glanced at the screen, and resolutely ignored the words of the few people who swiped the screen all day. I remembered what happened in the toilet today.

Bayonets, massacres, villages, Chinese in puppet uniforms.

Those shocking pictures stayed in his mind for a long time, which made him feel complicated when he thought about it.For a modern person like Bai Ziren who was born in a peaceful age and has not experienced real suffering, those years that were extremely humiliating to every Chinese are beyond his imagination.And judging from those fragmentary pictures and the drifting grave he received before, it is very likely that the No. [-] Middle School was built on the site of a village during the Anti-Japanese War, so these things were kept.

"But where are their ghosts..."

Muttering to himself in a low voice, Bai Ziren couldn't figure it out, and subconsciously poked open his system panel. In the column of merit index, his value showed 9876, which was nearly 1000 points away from the next system upgrade. Merit value.

Because he was busy opening a store before, and recently he is busy opening a store again, so Bai Ziren has not gone out to find business recently.It just so happened that he couldn't sleep today, so Bai Ziren thought about it, and decided to walk around this weird school to see the situation.

Thinking of this, he turned on the scene mode and switched to the underworld mode. Bai Ziren sat up from the bed and looked down at his translucent body.Then he slowly floated down from the upper berth, only to find that Du Fuling, who was sleeping on his lower berth, had fallen asleep foolishly holding a mobile phone.

Gently raising his hand to cover him with the quilt, Bai Ziren lowered his eyes to look at Du Fuling, and subconsciously licked the corners of his mouth.

After finishing all this, he left the dormitory slowly.But as soon as he left, "Du Fuling" on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, then rolled them mechanically, and smiled slightly.

……

【Black impermanence】

Hey, why is Du Fuling silent?Really asleep?

【White impermanence】

I guess I was called down by the boss?

【Poria Cake】

hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee

【Black impermanence】

Ouch, Du Fuling, you laugh so disgustingly, all pure men laugh like this, okay? Hehehehehehehehehe

【Poria Cake】

*#dgrwyudea=hfdiij

【White impermanence】

Why do I feel that something is wrong?Is this hacking?

【Black impermanence】

Damn it, right?Didn't the boss sleep on him?What's going on, Boss Yan Wang?What should you do if your Poria Cake is out of your mind?

……

And all this is unknown to Du Fuling, because just when he was chatting with Zhao Facai and the others, he was suddenly hit by a strange chill, and then he didn't know anything.

The consciousness seemed to have left the body. When Du Fuling woke up again, there was a burst of crying and noise in his ears.Stiffly moving his body, he found himself hiding in a dark, dirty cellar-like place, his legs were tied with wooden bars and bandages, and he couldn't even move.

"You country bumpkins! Hurry up and hand over Balu! Otherwise, the Taijun will kill these dolls! Make shoes from the doll's leather!"

The sound of a man yelling came from outside the cellar. Du Fuling subconsciously moved to the crack of the door to look out as if awakened. , The crying child was startled.

"We don't know... We really don't know... Please Taijun let my grandson go... Please Taijun..."

An old lady in a shabby little gown knelt on the ground and kowtowed to those short soldiers in Japanese military uniforms. Her shriveled lips, which had lost all her teeth, were parted and closed, and tears were streaming down her withered yellow face.And beside the old lady, there were about [-] ragged old people kneeling.

"There are only some old people and dolls left in our village...the young people are all gone...that's because I really don't have the guts to hide something... I beg the majesty to let these dolls go... I beg you... We can exchange the whole village's cornmeal for..."

The old man with bare feet kowtowed, naked and wearing a pair of ripped trousers clasped his hands together, sobbing and begging with tears in his eyes,

"I beg your Majesty...my little granddaughter is only three years old...there is only one child in my family...let her go..."

As if hearing the old man's voice, one of the little girls who was hung from the tree faintly called Grandpa.The old man's eyes widened when he heard that, and he was about to run up while crying, but was pushed down to the ground by a Japanese soldier with a strange voice and kicked several times.

"Baga!!"

"Juanjuan... Juanjuan, grandpa's Juanjuan..."

The old man suffered severe pain in his chest from being kicked, and the miserable cry made all the elderly kneeling on the ground tremble, and the man dressed as an interpreter who spoke first smiled triumphantly when he saw this,

"I don't know how to flatter you! You old guys, don't play tricks on me! We watched that little Balu run in! How could he be gone! He has an injury on his leg, so he can't run far at all! As long as you hand over that Balu , I will let you and these dolls go, otherwise we will kill everyone in this village! None of you can escape!"

Upon hearing this, the Japanese soldiers all laughed, waving the bayonets in their hands and yelling some weird words ferociously like a group of beasts.And those old people kneeling on the ground just cried and kowtowed when they heard the words. No matter how these Japanese asked, they just said they didn't know, they didn't know.

"Hmph! I really can't cry without seeing the coffin! Then I will show you how powerful the swords of the Taijun grandpas are!"

Several times of intimidation were in vain, the Japanese officer on one side showed displeasure, the traitor translator cursed angrily when he saw this, and then waved his hand, several Japanese soldiers immediately came to the place where the children were tied up. under the tree.

"Since you say you don't know, then I'll help you think about it! Old-eyed people just can't remember things! Just see some blood!"

The shining white blade dazzled people, and the old people cried for a while, but they couldn't stop the actions of these frenzied massacres. Accompanied by the sound of the knife piercing into the flesh that made Du Fuling chill, two younger than him The child who was not a few years old just disappeared under his eyes.

"Ahhh!! Tiger!! My tiger!!"

The child's relatives rushed forward like crazy, but just as they took a step, they were shot through the chest by the Japanese.The sudden death of the people in the whole village made their eyes red. These old people who had only held a sickle and a hoe all their lives were crying and shouting in despair. Du Fuling, who didn't even know what happened, couldn't help crying.

Shame, hatred, grief and guilt.

In this place he didn't know at all, he was surrounded by these strange emotions, and he was crying so hard that he couldn't breathe.But in his mind, he clearly heard a young man's voice speaking to him intermittently.

"Little Zhuzi, brother, I will give you this letter. Remember to hand it over to Yan'an, and to our comrades... This letter can save many people... Remember, even if you die, you will die." You can't throw it away... As for your sister Xiaochun, you also remember to say something, just say that I have other lovers outside, I am a man without a conscience, tell her not to wait, don't wait... ..."

My mind was in a mess, but the massacre outside was still going on. Every time the Japanese killed a child, they would collectively scream a few times as if they were celebrating their victory.Those old people were crying so hard that they didn't even have the strength, but they smashed their heads, and the cruel Japanese didn't respond, and half of the children had been killed, and the one hanging from the tree was in pain all over. The trembling child suddenly cried out,

"I know where that person is... Please don't kill me... and don't kill my grandpa..."

As soon as these words were said, all the voices stopped, the eyes of the Japanese lit up, and those old people kneeling on the ground stopped crying one by one, looking at the child with disbelief.

"Kid...you know? Then tell me? Tell me, and I'll let you go. I'll buy you candy, okay?"

The traitor smiled and walked to the child's side, his hoarse voice was disgustingly sticky.But the child just opened his mouth, and before he could open his mouth, an old man who was kneeling on the ground suddenly stood up and yelled at the child,

"Spineless soft bones!! A dog who gave his life to the Japanese!! Your parents were killed by these Japanese!! You are now going to sell the Eighth Route Army who saved us and helped us for your own life!! You heartless child! You!!"

Before the old man finished speaking, the bullet passed through his chest. The child who was hung from the tree yelled, and then watched his grandfather fall in a pool of blood. Stretched out his hand.

"Don't say it... don't say it, even if you die, don't say it."

The villagers who were still alive burst into tears when they saw this, because they were sad, because they were helpless, and because they were desperate and miserable, and their lives were far from end.

They are just the most ordinary and simple people in this land of China. They are afraid of death, terribly afraid.But the gate of the country was broken, and the lives of tens of millions of people... long gone.

Tens of millions of Chinese are still alive, but they have lost their dignity, hometown, relatives, and everything.In order to survive, they knelt down and begged these beasts for mercy time and time again, howled, and sent food, chickens and ducks, just to survive in this world.

But even they themselves know that these are all wrong.

The Chinese should not kneel to the invaders, and the Chinese should not beg for mercy from the massacres.

Everyone understands this truth, but no matter how hard it is to live, is it better to die?

Comfortable days, happy days, full food, warm clothes, days without war... They haven't lived a day, so why are they willing to die like this? !

Finally one day, the lame little soldier brought hopeful news. These villagers who had long lost their hope heard about Yan'an, about the Eighth Road, and about the fact that the Chinese people are finally going to stand up. information.

fellow!China will be saved!One day!We will drive back those who bully us!One day!We'll get back what they owe!

Those Japanese who destroyed our hometown and killed our relatives are our enemies!It is our common enemy!

Even if it is death!Even if it is death!

China's land can be conquered but not ruined!

Chinese people can kill but not bow their heads!

From a child who is so young that he can't walk steadily, to an old man with gray hair on his temples.

The people in the village did not utter a single pleading, they knelt straight on the ground, but no longer cried or trembled, the blood of their loved ones was scattered all over the ground, and the yelling of the Japanese was harsh and unpleasant, but all of this seemed to be gone. So important.

Du Fuling was trembling all over, crying until his eyes were bloodshot, but it was stiff, not belonging to his body, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move.

In the past ten years, he has never felt such hatred and pain like this moment, he has never experienced this catastrophe, he has never witnessed this period of history, but when he saw all this through the eyes of the little soldier, that The pain that almost tore his heart apart made him feel the real hatred of the country and the family.

"sorry Sorry……"

A weak voice like a little quail came out of his throat, and Du Fuling couldn't even tell whether it was him talking or the little soldier talking.

And until it was completely dark, the devil-like Japanese outside finally stopped the butcher's knife in their hands.

Everyone in the village died.

They died willingly in order to protect the little soldiers to live and to allow more people to live because of this.

Born like grass, after death like dust.No one knew their names, and the titles of countless heroes were engraved on the monuments of history, but there was no place left for these civilians who died like mud and did not know where they were buried.

And they didn't become ghosts until they died.

In order to vent their anger, the cruel Japanese soldiers poured oil on the bodies of these dead old people and children. The fire ignited the bones, and the ashes were covered with urine and filth.Life has been desecrated, because of war and exile, these poor martyrs have not even made ghosts, they have disappeared like sand mixed into the earth.

And at the end, these Japanese soldiers left some terrible things on this innocent land, covering them all with the ashes of the villagers.

In the ruins where everything was burned by the fire, the little soldier finally crawled out of the cellar after the Japanese who had been mopping up for several days finally left unwillingly.

The letter hidden in the clothes was hot, and Du Fuling in his body watched him knelt in the ashes and dirt and kowtowed dozens of times until the blood dripped from his forehead, which stained his immature body. Face, he stood up crying, grabbed all the black ashes with his hands, and wrapped them in his clothes.

He knows where he's going, he knows what he's going to do, and when he's done, he'll come back...

——Pay back everything he owed.