[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

He was talking about something that I experienced a long time ago.In a sense, I am one of the protagonists of this story.

I look into his eyes.

If the body was still trembling just now, then the mood has calmed down at this time.I heard my own voice roll out of my throat very slowly: "...who is it?"

"It's better that you don't know," the young man smiled and stood up, "If you know, you won't be able to go back."

"……who's that person!"

I almost yelled and looked at the young man's face.

Such a result is unacceptable.

I used to think that I was living in hell since I was born, but now someone tells me that you don’t have to live in hell, everything you experienced was deliberately sabotaged by others, and it was all false.

If...if that man hadn't been psychically hinted at, if he didn't go drinking, would I be able to live in that city as an ordinary child, without having to bear the sin of a "murderer" or feel guilty towards anyone?

I used to have a normal family, but that unknown person ruined everything.

I don't know how much that person hated my biological father who didn't leave a positive image in my heart, but from the results, he ruined everything I should have gained.

There seemed to be a fire burning in my heart.

"Even if you can't go back, do you still want to know the truth?" A low-pitched laughter spread in the young man's throat, and he seemed to be very satisfied with my performance, "You can obviously be a person who knows nothing about all this. I know the little princess."

"You know it," I raised my eyes and stared closely at the other person's eyes, "tell me."

There was a slight change in the youth's eyes.If the expression he looked at me just now was ridicule, then there is more pity and exclamation in his eyes now, and then he returned to calm.This look made me suddenly understand why I felt that I had seen him.

I have seen such a look in Hong's left eye.

The person in front of him probably has a little bit of connection with Hong.

It's just that I can't be sure whether he took the trouble to find out about my past because of the boom.This is ridiculous. No one knows whether Hong and I can make it to the end. It is too ridiculous to spend so much effort for such an uncertain factor.

The other party didn't give me much time to think.He turned his back to me, but the words that came out of his mouth made me fall into an ice cave.

"...You know that person," he said, "Yuki Mengyi, do you have any impression of this name?"

How could there be no impression.

Yuuki Mengyi, my adoptive mother.

The woman who stopped Cheap Daddy when he forced personality training regardless of my injuries, the woman who ordered the kitchen to make rice balls and deliver them to my room when I didn't want to eat dinner... Is the murderer who destroyed my original life?

No, there must be a mistake somewhere, how could it be.

If the young man told me that it was cheap dad who indirectly killed my biological parents, I might believe it, but he just told me that the person was not cheap dad but my adoptive mother.

The brain stops thinking.

I stared blankly at the back of the young man, looking for the possibility that the other party deceived me in my heart.

But why did he lie to me?

Whether I knew the truth of that incident obviously had no effect on him.

"Look, I have already reminded you not to take it too seriously," the young man suddenly turned his head, and he leaned against the tree trunk next to me with some headaches, "Although he did ask me to find an opportunity to tell you about this... ...But I think you'd be happier if you didn't know."

yes.Of course, I am happier not knowing about this kind of thing.

My adoptive mother was the murderer who killed my biological parents. I shouldn't have known this kind of thing.

"How about it," he smiled, "do you still want to go back to Yuki's house after you know the ugly face of your adoptive parents? Why don't you come to us, we can help you expose their true colors to the public eye .”

"help me……"

"That's right, it's just to find evidence. You have limited ability as a student, but we have a lot of high-quality network resources here. It's too easy to catch their tails."

"Then...why..."

"Just think of us as sympathetic." The tone of the other party seemed to rise slightly. "In the end, our purpose is to expose to the people how ugly and untrustworthy the heroes they rely on are. Only in this way , society will be on the right path.”

To reveal to the public what kind of role a so-called hero is?

Put society on the right path?

"Not everyone can be a hero, those scumbags should have left the scene long ago!"

no... not right...

There is something wrong with what this person said.

I swallowed, took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down, "But... you use hatred to attack those disqualified heroes... and what is the essential difference from them?"

They want to destroy the false peace maintained by this deformed society of heroes.

In order to destroy this peace, they even do not hesitate to use the emotion called "hatred".

What exposes the ugliness of professional heroes, what makes society go on the right path, these are all excuses for their reckless actions.In the final analysis, these people are nothing but criminals who wantonly manipulate other people's emotions and use other people's emotions as weapons.

A crime is a crime regardless of the justification, and no reason is above the law.

I really couldn't accept the truth I learned from him, and I did have the idea of ​​destroying my adoptive mother.

But so what?

Repay resentment with resentment, and what you can get is double resentment and pain.

The result I want is not simply who is right and who is wrong, I just want to get a relatively reasonable explanation, explain why I live in such a hell, and explain why I have become what I am now.

Most importantly, I am not qualified to attack my adoptive mother with hatred.

Even if she is indeed the murderer who killed my biological parents, the fact that I was raised by her for five years will not be erased.

She is my enemy, but at the same time she is also my benefactor.

It was the adoptive mother who suggested this idea to Cheap Daddy, and it was also the adoptive mother who chose me.If I didn't have my adoptive mother, I might still be living in an orphanage without enough food to eat, let alone go to school dressed neatly.

But without her, I can obviously live a normal life as a child.

The young man's smiling face zoomed in.He was so close that I could even hear his faint breathing.

"I seem to be able to understand a little bit why he likes you so much," he said, "but it's a pity...someone on our side is expecting you to collapse, can't you cooperate a little bit?"

A faint blue flame covered the entire field of vision.

The enemies gathered around stood up, and I even saw the hazy poisonous gas slowly spread towards the surroundings.

Before the consciousness disappeared, the young man's slightly regretful voice rang through his ears clearly like thunder.

"Since you haven't collapsed, there's no need to keep it... Can I ask you to just go to hell like this?"

The author has something to say:

Brother Tu: The win over failed, please just go to death