Jingbaiye was hanging on the glacier, and he could still clearly capture the little black spot in his constantly shaking sight.

After the teacher died, he thought of him many times.

I will think of him when I go to the field to practice guns alone, I will think of him when I am looking for a place to camp and rest alone, I will think of him when I curl up in my sleeping bag and eat nutrition cream, I will think of him when I put on a shielding suit and go to the mission site alone, I will think of him when I see others holding When I look at my child, I think of him even more.

In the first life, Jing Baiye didn't find any other regular partners, and occasionally cooperated, but they went their separate ways after completing the mission.

He carried his luggage and gun bag alone in the only field of human activity, without a fixed residence, and the place where he lived was always the tent.

The tent frame was broken, he repaired it, the tent was broken, he repaired it, he didn't want to lose the home where the teacher used to live.

He held his hand and carried him through the eternal night, but he didn't even find his body.

The previous clip was a long torture for Jing Baiye, not only because he saw the home where he stayed was destroyed again and again, but also because he was still unable to raise his hand to touch him even though the teacher was close at hand.

"teacher…"

With a second choice, there is no second answer.

Without any hesitation, Jing Baiye didn't even look up, he let go of the rope and fell down!

The feeling of the game is so immersive that he even had the illusion that he really returned to the first life. The moment he landed, he skillfully rolled over to release his strength, and as soon as he stood still, he opened his arms and threw himself into the arms of the teacher.

Usually, no matter how heavy the gun is, there is no trembling hand. At this moment, I can't even grasp the teacher's clothes.

"Teacher...teacher!"

Teacher, do you know? Then I killed the robot that killed you, I smashed it to pieces, but I was also torn to pieces by other robots because I didn't pay attention to my surroundings. But it didn't hurt at all, and I was happy when I died because I managed to avenge you.

Teacher, I have a father and a mother after reincarnation. It turned out that the men and women in the album were not the nurses, but the parents. But they treated me badly. They never hugged me or held my hand. My mother hanged herself, and my father took drugs and burned his cigarette **** on my neck. It hurt more than when he died the first time.

Teacher, I have died twice, and I have reached my third life. On the way, I met many people, friends, people who love me, and people who deceive me...

All the thousands of words come to my lips, but there is only the simplest sentence.

"Teacher, I miss you so much..."

The person hugged by him was slightly taken aback, and after a long time, a hand rested lightly on his back, and patted him comfortingly like countless times in the past.

——

"Boom!"

A huge electric current flashed, and the blond mixed-race man collapsed beside the game cabin.

The FBIs, who were startled by his sudden rushing up just now, looked at each other in blank dismay. After several seconds, they gradually surrounded him, and there were small voices of discussion.

"Mr. Syndora, the game also has current defense?"

"Well, there is indeed this setting, in order to prevent the game from being interrupted by external factors..."

"Is there going to be a problem with this electricity?"

"It won't kill you, but it will cause shock..."

"Hey, this man hasn't fainted yet!"

…

Toru Amuro fell to the ground, and he saw his hand twitching slightly when he was forced out of the handcuffs, and the muscles all over his body were sore and sore from the electric shock.

"Angestra..." He was still muttering incessantly.

"...Dissociative disorder is a very rare mental illness. At present, psychotherapy is mainly used, and occasionally medication is assisted... However, some experts suggest that electrotherapy can be used. At present, electrotherapy is one of the main methods for treating other mental illnesses..."

Recalling the words taught in the class yesterday afternoon, Toru Amuro clenched his fingers tremblingly.

He is not a human being, but a piece of consciousness, a disease obtained by an undercover agent desperately denying his feelings.

His death didn't even deserve to be called death.

But…

He raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the closed game cabin from bottom to top.

He really wanted to protect him.

Use your all.

——

A horse lantern hung in the small gray tent.

Under the warm orange light, Jing Baiye sat cross-legged on the sleeping bag, sipping a nutrient paste that tasted like lard soaked in bile, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

"No. 44, it's time to rest after eating." The teacher called him from the side.

"good!"

Jing Baiye put away the empty nutrient cream package, put on the shielding suit that made him feel uncomfortable and tingled, and got into the sleeping bag.

The teacher got up and turned off the lights, and the tent became dark instantly, but it was not completely dark—because the sky outside was not completely dark, and there was a faint light on the horizon, which was the phenomenon of white night.

It was quiet inside the tent, but it was noisy outside, with the wind blowing on the outer tent, blowing it up and taking pictures.

In this sound, there seemed to be some other sounds mixed in, but Jing Baiye couldn't hear it. Even if he heard it, he didn't want to pay attention.

He managed to get home again and didn't want to worry about other things that would bother him.

Jing Baiye wanted to close his eyes when he suddenly felt someone was watching him.

There were only two people in the tent, and he immediately turned to look around. The teacher also got into the sleeping bag and was pulling the zipper. Seeing him looking over, he stopped what he was doing: "What's wrong?"

The blond hair was dull at the moment, Jing Baiye looked at it for a few seconds before whispering: "...it's nothing."

The teacher didn't ask any further questions, and continued to zip up and lie down.

"Angostella..."

This call was so clear and loud that Jing Baiye couldn't pretend not to hear it, so he had to open his eyes again.

Seeing him open his eyes, the teacher asked strangely, "You can't sleep?"

"Someone is calling me..." Jing Baiye chose to tell the truth in front of the teacher who didn't like others to lie.

"He's calling 'Number 44'?"

"no."

"But you only have this name. If you don't call it this, you are calling me."

"..."

Jing Baiye was silent.

There was silence in the tent, only the whining and wind blowing outside, wrapped in that call that no one could ignore, reached his ears.

"No. 44..." the teacher said softly, "What is your happiness?"

"Why do you ask this?" Jing Baiye twitched in the sleeping bag, stuck out half of his head and looked at the teacher.

"One should always have a dream, no matter it is big or small, there is always something."

"Um…"

Jing Baiye began to think.

his dream...

"I want to have a house, the house is very strong, it won't leak wind and rain, and it won't be vandalized again..."

"I would like to have cats in the house and preferably a dog. They will be my companions and helpers and I will take good care of them and not put them on a leash..."

"I want to be surrounded by people who are as good-looking as in the picture book, I want to eat delicious food, and I want to play with my friends anytime..."

"I want to make a lot of money..."

"I think... the teacher can be safe forever and be with me forever..."

"These are not dreams, are they? Dreams should be bigger. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" the teacher said.

"But this is my dream." Jing Baiye said.

"...That is really a greedy dream." The teacher sighed, "Too greedy, you will end up with nothing."

"Then I only need the last one, and don't need the others." Jing Baiye said.

Without a house, you have to be displaced, you can’t raise cats and dogs, people around you are disfigured due to war disabilities or radiation, and you can only eat unpalatable nutrition cream, and you can’t find friends if you are rejected by others, and you can only get a little reward for completing tasks ... none of this matters.

He wants a home.

In the darkness that was not completely darkened, he heard the teacher's soft sigh.

"white night."

The teacher called his name.

"—you should go back."

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