Casablanca dedicated to Mr. Nakahara

More than ten years ago, a large explosion of unknown cause occurred somewhere in Yokohama, and rows of buildings were razed to the ground in the dazzling flames.Within a few kilometers of the explosion/explosion starting point, it was completely reduced to a piece of scorched earth, leaving only a giant crater with a diameter of more than one kilometer.The setting sun was like blood, and the sea breeze was hissing. No one knew how many lives were quietly lost in this explosion, and even the corpses melted together with the high temperature.

The devastated land is no longer suitable for human habitation, and the air and water resources have suffered from varying degrees of pollution.Rebuilding would take a lot of time and money, so those in power decided to leave it to its own devices.Two years later, Leibo Street, the future "three-way zone" above the ruins, has already taken shape.

There are more and more shacks built from waste materials such as planks, cardboard shells, and iron sheets, and there is not a single green plant on the gray-brown mud floor.Homeless vagrants, orphans abandoned by their parents, and dangerous elements who wandered in the gray area gathered here one after another, and various underworld forces took the opportunity to operate an unknown trading market here.

The goods bought and sold include but are not limited to food, drinking water, drugs, guns and ammunition, etc., and even...human beings.

Hidden in the mountains less than 500 meters away from Leibo Street is a shrine that no one cares about. Due to its age and geographical location, it has been abandoned for a long time.

The main hall faces south from the north, and the sacred tree in front of the hall overlooks the poor slums with a condescending environment.The bluestone-paved approach is full of gravel, and the red paint of the torii that separates the human world from the divine realm is mottled.After days and nights of wind and rain, the ropes made of straw were broken and scattered, and the white "zigzag" imperial coins showed a dirty yellow-brown color, and occasionally there were sporadic spots of mold. spot.

It was just dawn, and the cold wind whizzed through the quiet mountains and forests.There was a heavy rain last night, and the humid air was mixed with the smell of trees and soil.The orange-haired boy who lived alone in the shrine rubbed his sleepy eyes. The sound of the rain was so loud that he hardly fell asleep all night.

When he was fully conscious, he got out of the old quilt, and the thing called 'bed' was a folding chair brought from the social affairs office.

Looking through the crumbling wooden door, the gloomy skylight deceived his eyes, as if he could touch the unreachable sky wall with his hand.

"Birth" was about two years old, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who was ten years old in body, also walked out of this worship hall as usual.The cracked stone slabs were pitted, and there was a layer of broken branches and fallen leaves piled up on the ground.He walked slowly around to the water house at the entrance, and after a brief wash, he straightened up from the sink.The immature face was wet with water marks, and a pair of cobalt blue eyes were clear and full of life.

At this moment, thunder exploded, and the dazzling light tore through the sky.Zhongyuan Zhong also looked up at the sky, and the dark clouds covering the sky and the sun were rolling in. Maybe it won't be long before the city will usher in another violent storm.

Back in the hall of worship, there are two barrels of clean drinking water and several bags of well-packed bread hidden in the wooden box placed against the wall.After finishing breakfast, he took out the outdoor camping lights in the corner. The retro shape is somewhat similar to the kerosene lamps that people used to use in their homes.

Replace with two new batteries and turn the knob all the way up.Pale light suddenly shone around, and the dark room became brighter.

Hanging the lantern on a screw protruding from the wall, Zhongyuan also patted off the rust on his palm and walked towards the altar in the center.The tabletop is wiped clean, and the materials are not expensive but strong enough.Several volumes of reading books for preschool children to recognize characters are neatly stacked together, with pencils and erasers beside them.

Pulled out a futon from under the table and put it away, the thin boy leaned against the wall and started today's self-study.

The sound of thunder became more and more rapid, and the flickering electric light shone through the door onto the yellowed pages of the book.Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, the content of the textbook was easy to understand, but he couldn't calm down at all in this weather.He put the exercise book on his knees and copied the new words crookedly.The lead-gray handwriting gradually filled up each grid, and after writing a whole page, he completed the homework assigned to him.

The torrential rain that had been brewing for a long time poured down, and the sky seemed to have a hole.The huge raindrops are connected into dense silk threads, and the visibility is less than ten meters.Hundreds of drops of water hit the roof heavily and slid down the eaves to the ground.The crystal water splashed in all directions, and even the inside of the house was affected.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at the 'bed' not far away, making sure that he would not get wet, and then buried himself in the math problem.The sound of rain reverberating in my ears is endless, and once I get used to it, I feel an inexplicable sense of silence that is isolated from the world.It was as if he was the only one left in the forest, and no other living things could be found.

After calculating a problem, the writing movement stopped suddenly, and he turned his head to look outside the door.The sound of pattering rain was mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps, and the unusually sharp five senses spontaneously interpreted various trivial information.As time went on, the chaotic noise got closer and closer.

One, two... no, three!

The intruder who ran out from Leibo Street?

Zhongyuan Zhong also immediately put away his books and stood up from the futon.He quickly rushed out the door and hid behind the cash box.

The hemp rope and the bell hanging on the eaves were blown left and right by the wind, but what was puzzling was that it didn't make any sound.Faithful believers may be shocked by this phenomenon, after all, this is the only way for humans to call the attention of the gods when they pray.

Looking down from the square, there is a steep access road paved with stone slabs. The rain gradually subsides, and the visibility is greatly improved.Through the gap of the cash box, Zhongyuan Zhong also stared intently at the last step up to the square.The footsteps were already approaching, and the one running ahead should be young.

……nineteen.

While counting down silently in his heart, Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his figure and held his breath, like a young leopard hunting.A dull red light quietly appeared around him, and the ability to manipulate gravity had already been activated.

Accompanied by a gunshot, another figure was reflected in the cobalt blue pupils.In the heavy rain, it was a child wearing a kimono who struggled to climb the last step, with a large cloak covering his head. From Nakahara Chuya's perspective, it was impossible to see the other person's face clearly.

The child seemed exhausted, and the sound of breathing in the wind was heavy and urgent.Even so, he still gritted his teeth and ran towards the direction where Zhongya Zhongya was, stumbling around the sacred tree all the way.

——If you can’t stop, you will be arrested!

After dilution, the pale pink blood slipped down the forearm, and then merged into the raindrops and disappeared into the ground together.The child buried his head and ran to the money box tens of meters away. Thanks to the heavy rain, the sight of those chasing him was blocked, and the shot just scratched his shoulder.

However, his good luck in fleeing all the way seemed to be completely exhausted, and his eyes were blackened due to the extreme lack of oxygen in his brain.The destination was close at hand, but he slipped and fell hard to the ground.In order to escape easily, the wooden clogs have long been thrown away, and Bai Nen's soles have several hideous scars.

The severe pain spread from the knee to the whole body, and the physiological tears could not stop blurring the eyes.The child gasped in pain, and it took him a while to roll over and stand up, trembling.He wiped away his tears and limped back. After taking a few deep breaths, he took out a handful of Browning M1906—also known as palm/heart thunder—from his sleeve.

This is a meeting gift from the doctor some time ago, and he was specially taught how to use it.

The pursuers who finally showed up immediately spotted the gun the child was holding, and the tall, thin man in the lead immediately stopped his forward steps.Angrily, he raised his weapon and aimed at the 'special cargo' not far away, his sinister three white eyes showed a cold killing intent.

"Little ghost, this is not something you should play with, obediently follow us back."

The companion who followed was also holding a black pistol/gun, his rough face was full of anger, and even his beard was blown out.A moment of carelessness actually allowed the most valuable 'goods' to escape. If it wasn't for selling it at a good price, he would have let this kid see hell with his own eyes.

"No, don't." A weak voice came from under the cloak, faintly crying.He moved back step by step, and unknowingly passed the money box.

"Qianli can use it to protect himself—"

' Gently tap the trigger, and the villain will fall asleep~. '

The doctor's words suddenly sounded in his mind. Although the other party used words that children could understand, Qianli knew what the so-called 'falling asleep' meant.

Pull the trigger and someone will die.

The body became cold, and there was a lot of blood.

He had been exposed to death, and it hurt.

The tall and thin man took a step forward and shouted sharply: "Little brat, I will count to three and put down the gun. Otherwise... Occasionally, there will be one or two customers who prefer fresh goods with missing arms and legs, you know what I mean. "

Do not--

Don't come here, you will die.

The hand holding the gun trembled uncontrollably, Qianli bit his lower lip and continued to back away.Suddenly, he caught a touch of beautiful cobalt blue from the corner of his eye, and he froze in place immediately.

Why are there other little kids here?

How to do?How to do? !

He screwed up... and it's going to hurt everyone else.

Chisato raised his head without thinking, and the index finger resting on the trigger stopped shaking.There is no time to hesitate, a decision must be made immediately.

"Don't come here, I know how to shoot."

"Hey, do you think you can escape? I..."

"Boom—" After the gunshot, the tall and thin man's eyes widened in disbelief.He staggered and fell on his back, a bullet precisely pierced the space between his eyebrows.With the passing of vitality, the light in the pupils dimmed quietly.He didn't understand why he died at the hands of an eight-year-old child until he died.

"asshole!"

In the blink of an eye, his companion died, and the bearded man fired several times with his eyes tearing apart.Qianli dragged his injured leg and hid behind the money box, with sawdust and stone powder flying around.

He really killed...

Realizing this, the child only felt that a piece of his heart had been hollowed out, and something could never go back, but the current situation did not allow him to think too much.

Qianli looked at the position of the beard calmly, and the next second pressed the orange-haired boy's shoulder with his injured left hand. "Sorry, I will definitely protect you."

After explaining in a low voice, he rushed out in one go, and the sudden surge of adrenaline paralyzed his sense of pain.While running, his mind seemed to be withdrawn from his body, and he was like a bystander watching the impending battle with cold eyes.

Ability——

The land of gems.

The Central Plains, who was left in place, had no time to stop it, and could only watch the little figure melt into the rain.

protect...?