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

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

I will think of him when I hear someone calling me, I will think of him when I go to the field alone to practice guns, I will think of him when I find a place to camp alone, I will think of him when I go to the market alone to supply supplies, I will think of him when I hide in my sleeping bag and eat nutritional cream. I will think of him, I will think of him when I put on a shielding suit and go to the mission site alone, and I will think of him even more when I see someone else holding the child.

In the first life, Jing Baiye did not find other fixed partners, and occasionally cooperated, but after completing the task, they went their separate ways.

He walked around the only area of ​​human activity with his luggage and gun bag on his back. He had no fixed residence, and the place where he lived was always the tent.

The tent support was broken, so he repaired it. The tent was broken, and he repaired it. He didn't want to throw away the home where he once lived with the teacher.

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

The previous episode was a long ordeal for Jing Baiye, not only because he saw his home destroyed time and time again, but also because the teacher was so close, but he couldn't raise his hand to touch him.

"teacher……"

With a second choice, there will be no second answer.

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

The feeling of the game was so immersive that he even had the illusion that he had really returned to the first world. At the moment of landing, he rolled and unloaded skillfully, and as soon as he stood firm, he opened his arms and threw himself into the teacher's arms.

This embrace was familiar and warm, and Jing Baiye felt a faint heat in his left eye.

No matter how heavy the gun was usually held, there was never a shred of trembling in his hand. At this moment, he couldn't even grasp the teacher's clothes.

"Teacher...Teacher!!"

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

Teacher, after I was reincarnated, I had a father and a mother. It turned out that the men and women in the album were not nurses, but parents. Everyone will have parents. But they treated me badly. They never hugged me or held my hand. My mother committed suicide by hanging herself. My father took drugs and burned a cigarette **** on my neck. It hurts more than the first time I died.

Teacher, I have died twice, and I have reached my third life. I met a lot of people along the way, some friends, some people who love me, and some people who deceive me...

All the thousands of words come to the mouth, but only the simplest sentence.

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

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"Boom!"

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

The FBI, who were frightened by his sudden rush up just now, looked at each other in dismay. After a few seconds, they gradually gathered around, and the shrill comments sounded.

"Mr. Sindora, does the game still have current defense?"

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

"Is it all right?"

"It won't hurt lives, but it will cause shock..."

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

……

Amuro fell to the ground, and he saw his hand twitching abruptly from the handcuffs, his muscles aching from the electric shock.

"Angstra..." He kept muttering in his mouth.

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

Toru Amuro's fingers trembled and clenched as he recalled the words taught in yesterday afternoon's class.

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

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

But……

He raised his head laboriously and looked up at the closed game cabin.

He really wanted to protect him.

Use everything you have.

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A lantern hangs in the small grey tent.

Under the warm orange light, Jing Baiye sat cross-legged on the sleeping bag, sucking a nutritional ointment that tasted like lard soaked in bile in his mouth, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but lift it up.

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

"it is good!"

Jing Baiye put away the empty package of nutritional cream, put on a shielding suit that made him feel uncomfortable and stinging, and got into the sleeping bag.

The teacher got up and turned off the lights, and the inside of the tent instantly darkened, 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 very quiet inside the tent, but it was very noisy outside. The strong wind hit the tent outside the tent, which lifted it up and photographed it.

There seemed to be other sounds mixed in with this sound, but Jing Baiye couldn't hear it. Even if he heard it, he didn't want to ignore it.

He finally got back home and didn't want to worry about other things that would bother him.

Jing Baiye wanted to close his eyes, but suddenly felt that someone was looking at him.

There were only two people in the tent, and he immediately turned his head to look beside him. The teacher also got into the sleeping bag and was zipping the zipper. When he saw him looking over, he stopped his movements: "What's wrong?"

The blond hair was dull at the moment, Jing Baiye watched it for a few seconds before whispering, "...Nothing."

The teacher didn't ask any further questions, and continued to unzip the zipper and lie down.

"Angstra..."

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

The teacher saw him open his eyes: "You can't sleep?"

"I heard someone calling me..." Jing Baiye chose to tell the truth in front of a teacher who didn't like others to lie.

"He's calling 'Number 44'?"

"no."

"But you only have this title. If you're not calling this, you're calling me."

"..."

Jing Baiye was silent for a moment, then spoke again: "You're calling me."

He paused and insisted, "It's just calling me."

There was silence in the tent, except for the sound of the wind blowing outside, wrapped in a call that people could not ignore, reaching his ears.

"No. 44..." The teacher said softly, "Do you have a dream?"

"Why are you asking this?" Jing Baiye twisted in his sleeping bag and stuck out half of his head to look at the teacher.

"People should always have some dreams, no matter how big or small, there are always some."

"Um……"

Jing Baiye began to think.

his dream...

"I want to have a house that is very solid, won't leak, and won't be deliberately damaged..."

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

"I think there are people around me who are as good-looking as in the picture book, I want to eat delicious food, I want to play with my friends at any time..."

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

"I think... the teacher can always be at peace and be with me forever..."

"These are not dreams, right? Dreams should be bigger." The teacher said.

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

"...That's really a greedy dream." The teacher sighed, "It's too greedy, and in the end it will end up with nothing."

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

Without a house, I have to be displaced, I can’t raise cats and dogs, the people around me have deformed faces due to war disability or radiation, I can only eat unpalatable nutritional creams, other people reject me and can’t find friends at all, I can only get a little bounty for completing tasks ... none of this matters.

He wants a home.

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

"White night."

The teacher called his name.

"—You should go back."

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