Despair

Throwing down the weapon, turning around and fleeing.

The same is to escape, but the meaning is completely different.

She didn’t know how many times she repeated it, but in the end it all failed, failed…

Repeated failures, repeated setbacks, she felt like a butterfly dancing in the hands of giants, no matter how hard she struggled, it was futile, as long as her five fingers were lightly clenched, she would die.

How fragile, how ridiculous.

Even if she kept going back in time and kept looking for opportunities, she still couldn’t change her weakness.

After all, she is not a heroic spirit, let alone a swordsman. She is just an ordinary girl who has learned some swordsmanship.

How could she have any qualifications to challenge the evil god belief of the terrorist group that brought so much disaster to Yingzhou.

Even if she saw the truth, her sword still couldn’t touch the opponent in the slightest.

So, why do you still hold a weapon, why do you insist on challenging it? It’s meaningless at all. Apart from being used to kill yourself, it looks so frivolous like a cicada’s wing.

What’s even more ridiculous and sad is that even fleeing is futile.

She couldn’t escape the encirclement of the evil god believers.

She couldn’t escape the curse that kept binding her heart.

She couldn’t escape the repeated today.

Struggling, resisting, fleeing… again and again.

Even if the body will not be easily destroyed and will be reshaped in the torrent of time, what about memory and soul?

If you can’t bear it mentally, you will always be on the verge of collapse.

So she ran away.

Throwing down the weapon, he fled.

I don’t even know where I should escape, I stagger on my feet, and my expression is lost.

She can’t stop, otherwise she will be chased, and she can’t go anywhere, otherwise she will cause misunderstandings by the followers of evil gods.

Even if you just want to take a rest occasionally, you stop for a while in the dim sum shop, waiting for her to go backAt that time, only the old wooden house of the kind old couple was burning ragingly, and thick smoke floated into the sky.

After repeating it so many times, and going back so many times, what she saw was simple corpses piling up.

Corpses one after another, those you know, those you don’t know, those of relatives, friends, enemies, your own…

The corpses are piled up like a mountain. What will be the end result? In exchange for what?

It’s still back to the original point, still at twelve thirty!

She’s tired.

Also desperate.

Can’t win, can’t escape, so what else can I do?

Let’s give up, lie flat, let’s put it badly.

Gui Die lowered her face, her pupils drooped as if necrotic, and she walked feebly on the bustling street, her steps were slow and heavy, and she was out of place in the crowd of laughing people, like a critically ill patient struggling to die, wearing out every step she took. life.

She staggered forward, bumped into something several times, fell down, and no one approached her.

The others stared at her with weird eyes, as if they were looking at some strange alien.

She bit her lip, got up and continued walking, unknowingly her body was covered with dust.

Once again, she bumped into someone and fell to the ground.

She was about to get up by herself, but a hand was placed under her eyes.

“How are you?”

The girl who heard these words slowly raised her eyes, and the tinnitus gradually dissipated.

Jinguji bent down and squatted down, and asked kindly, “Little sister, you don’t look very well, what happened?”

She didn’t speak.

Liu Shengshuangyue said: “Go and sit over there for a while. She looks pale. She may have low blood pressure or feel unwell.”

“No, no need…” Gui Die refused.

“You’re welcome, you’re all girls, can you still lie to you?” Jinguji Saki took out her student ID card: “My sisters are students of Tokyo University, so they’re not bad people.”

“It gets darker and darker.” Liu Shengshuangyue knocked Jinguji on the head: “Did something happen to you, do you need to go to the hospital?”

“Why don’t you call an ambulance?”

“Then take you to Qingshan?”

The two made a fuss and placed the girl on a seat by the street, but they didn’t get a response from their inquiries.

Until Liu Shengshuangyue straightened her waist and waved her hands: “Brother, over here!”

A young man approached with a steaming drink in his hand: “Well, coconut and mango flavors.”

“Thank you, brother.”

“Thank you, brother—” Jinguji responded.

“Huh?” Threatening eyes swept over.

“Cough, thank you, Brother Bai!” The witch immediately changed her words to a heroic tone.

Bai Wei smiled disapprovingly. At this moment, he noticed a third person’s gaze and lowered his head subconsciously.

Lines of sight meet.

Gui Die was about to get up subconsciously, she didn’t intentionally get close.

However, just as he left the seat, the young man pressed his shoulder with one hand.

“Don’t get excited.” Bai Wei said, “I know you didn’t mean it, and it’s impossible for you to know where I am.”

“I’ll leave immediately.” She said.

“It’s quite rare to meet for the second time.” Bai Wei also sat down: “Let’s… have a chat.”

Jinguji and Liu Shengshuangyue continued shopping, and when they left, Bai Wei started to complain instead.

“Shopping with a woman is really a huge project that consumes both mental and physical energy. I’m being treated like a moose, and I won’t be rewarded.”

“You want the horse to run, but you don’t give the horse grass…it doesn’t even give grass, it’s too much!”

“It’s really too sloppy.”

Bai Wei unscrewed the barley tea and took a sip.

“Besides, I can hardly remember how many times I went shopping… What’s more, every time I go shopping, the route is different, and the clothes I buy will also be different. Women are really fickle in this regard, and even history has happened. There was a subtle error.”

“Oh, I’m just complaining. I don’t mean to incite confrontation. You can use my language loopholes to make statements, but you can’t rise to the level of personality attacks. After all, I’m just a Ming countryman. This is a habitual complaint.”

Without waiting for his endless complaints to end.

Gui Die opened her mouth and interrupted his gossip: “Do you remember how many times you have passed?”

Bai Wei shook his head: “I haven’t remembered it since the tenth time. Probably, there should be seventy or eighty times, maybe a hundred?”

“Aren’t you angry?” the girl asked, mocking herself: “You can scold me, scold me for being too selfish, scold me for being too stupid.”

“Not so bad…” Bai Wei shook his head again and again: “A hundred times is too much, and now I live in the same ward with Rintaro Okabe.”

“Even so!” Gui Die lowered her head. She wanted to say that she had repeated it hundreds of times, but she still got nothing. Even after dozens of times, her memory became vague, and she just kept repeating death.

Bai Wei expressed his understanding: “Although the experience of being forced to read files suddenly is not good when playing games, I don’t blame you. Just like what I said, what you are facing is not an opponent that can be easily defeated. For ordinary people, it’s hard.”

“Yes.” The girl folded her arms, her voice mixed with a nasal sound: Gui Die raised her eyes, there was nothingness in her eyes, even her voice was so weak.

“It’s hard…it’s hard.”

“Your face is ugly.” Bai Wei said: “It can be seen that your spirit is also hard to maintain. It has been so long, have you ever slept?”

She shook her head lightly, how could she fall asleep.

After a while, she said softly.

“Mr. Bai.”

“Ok?”

“Staying with me will be dangerous.”

“I know.”

“Aren’t you leaving?”

“The flow of people is the best protection. If it doesn’t work, you can reopen it. I’ll lend you a knife.”

“It’s really ruthless.” The girl said.

“I’m sorry, I’m the kind of rotten person.” Bai Wei laughed.

“Then it’s me talking to myself.” She sat up straight and said, “…can you please listen to what’s on my mind?”



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