& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I actually don't want to dress up as a priest at all. I have deep vigilance and resistance to any form of religion and missionary. I always feel that when I hear missionary, there is a place in my heart that is soft and deformed, and I have never thought of it. The way it has been. Because of this feeling, I know that my heart is actually fragile. I'm afraid of a change that I don't quite understand as if I can't help myself, but I understand that this kind of change is happening every day.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp people grow up by receiving external information, this growth is a kind of deformation influenced by others. From this perspective, the information the missionary brings is just one of a variety of information that promotes the growth or change of others.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp So, what am I afraid of? Perhaps it's just a sense of fear of the unpredictable future brought about by this predictable change-although you know that you will definitely change, you don't know how you will become? Will it become the one you are least willing to become?

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbspI think that this kind of mood doesn't matter whether it is a child or an adult, it will be owned.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I resist any obvious, predictable, perceivable information that I feel might make myself look like I do n’t want to be. Therefore, I do not want to be a disseminator of such information. I think that such thoughts and emotions may not be correct, but they must not be wrong.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp Faced with these patients in front of me, I had to rely on the practice of doomsday truth. I know that what I am preaching is actually something that belongs to me, not something that is "correct" for everyone. I modified the "truth" of the doomsday truth religion, but it is still a kind of self-righteous "doomsday truth" in essence. They are not too different from the "doom truth" that Father Sisson and Father Edward follow.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp and I did this, in fact, equivalent to another Father Sissen, another Father Edward—in this sense. I actually became my enemy.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp If the patient resisted my mission, how would I feel? Would you be happier?

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp however. The patients did not resist, but instead, as I initially expected from doing so. They began to calm down and prayed that although the pain of the past will stay in their hearts, when they looked at me, they had the same dead eyes. With a weird expectation, that may also be some kind of hope. I do n’t know what they are thinking, maybe, some of them will pin their hopes on me, and I may still live up to this hope.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I can't be sure of the future, but, at least in front of me, I saw that my "doom truth" was accepted by these people. Because I accepted it. So, they may live longer ... I'm not sure, I just believe it. I have done everything I can.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp Even if I violated my emotions, I also acted as a fake priest, using hypocritical language to make people re-believe the possibility of the future.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I am not sure this is correct, but this is my choice, I can only believe that this is not a mistake.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I think it is necessary to change my outfit. My appearance is very young, and my actual age is actually very young. So young he became a priest. In my memory, it is only in the illusion of the end of the past. Luan Zhong, the senior of my school, is alone. But I am not self-confident, do I have the temperament that Luan emphasizes him-the kind of priest-like temperament.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp if in an unusual environment. Then, the mysterious costume will bring a mysterious temperament, and the missionary language will affect people's trust. My words can calm the patients for the time being, but it is not enough to just maintain the current appearance.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I am a senior mystery expert, but as a priest, I am still immature. For this, I need a change in appearance. Use appearance changes to influence how others think of me.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I walked down the altar and into the operating room at the back. The humanoid still knelt in front of the operating table and prayed quietly. When I walked in, she still lowered her head, hiding her face under her hood.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "Dear Hunter ..." Her voice, like the wind blowing from farther, brushed over my ears.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I set my feet and looked around, looking for what I wanted.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp looked up and said to me, "I heard, respected hunter, you gave those poor people peace, thank you for your efforts."

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "This is nothing but false tranquility. Their hearts have begun to mutate, and their bodies have also begun to mutate. You and I know that there is nothing to prevent such mutation. I am worried that they may not have a single person to spend Even the deepest night, even if not actively attacked by monsters. "I answered calmly, taking off the beak mask on the wall.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "My heart is at home, that is my hometown." The humanoid system gently stated: "In the face of an unchangeable destiny, there are always people who fight back, but the result is not always good. Dear hunter, I think, because of resistance And the desperation felt is far from what these poor people can bear, and they are not willing to bear it. So, instead of letting them understand, let them be calm in ignorance and greet the destiny that will come. "

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "I don't like this." I said, and walked to the shelf aside, and turned out a thick book that didn't understand the text at all, but it looked like a textbook. However, when I focused on the content above, I unexpectedly felt that what was recorded there was actually the content of my diary.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp However, in such an ideological nightmare, my mind is reflected, what's so strange?

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbspIt appears at this moment and brings me a strange feeling. Its appearance seems to imply something, and it seems to reflect something deep inside me. However, when it appeared, it was like saying to me: it's time to use it.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I scrubbed the hard and thick cover.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "I don't like this." I repeat.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp However, I know very well, in fact, many times, I have no choice. Even if you do n’t like it, you have to do it. This is a situation that must be faced by those who do not give up hope under any circumstances. The price to be a hero is cruel, but. Even if you cannot become a hero, you still want to take care of others except yourself in the worst case. You also have to pay for what you were unwilling to pay.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp has such a conceptual saying: Weak ability is a sin. however. Faced with a sudden disaster, even if it has always been strong, it will become weaker than the disaster.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp The future is uncertain. This kind of uncertainty has led to the lack of absolute power. So, when the disaster of the end for everyone comes, does it mean that everyone is guilty. And the disaster facing us is condemning everyone?

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp If such an argument is not accepted, then the statement that "weak ability is a sin" is untenable.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp However, even if the ability is weak is not a sin, when it is still cruel.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I am powerful, this is something I often tell myself. However, I also know that I am weak, because the facts always emphasize this to me.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I don't like this. But it must be. This is the weak proof.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "You are a hunter. That's why you became a hunter, and they can't be a hunter." The humanoid system said, "First of all. You must admit that you are doing what you are not willing to do, and it is necessary to do it Have a strong heart that carries all this. "

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "I used to want to do what I think is right." I turned my head and said to her: "But now, I can only choose to do what I think is not wrong. But not that error does not mean correct."

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "There is no absolute right and wrong." The humanoid system said: "Dear hunter, you don't need to care."

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "It may not be the case, but for individuals, it must be." I replied: "Why do I have to do this alone? In this place. I remember there are more hunters ... I also brought before Some are back. "

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "Hunters are dying, theirs are still there. But the mind is gradually being destroyed. Now in this shelter, you are already the last hunter in the true sense." The humanoid system said: "Please don't believe anyone. Don't believe Any hunter except yourself. "

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "Do you want me to do this? Do you think I am correct?" I asked.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "But even if I don't want to, respected hunter, you will still do it your way, don't you?" The humanoid system raised its head and looked up at the pattern on the ceiling, but it seemed to penetrate the ceiling and see the distance Something.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "If I do this is a necessity. So, what about you? What identity do you exist here?" I raised the volume a little, "Tell me, tie the color."

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "Tied the color?" The humanoid system turned its head, as if it didn't understand who I was talking about, but she didn't pursue it, just said to me: "I don't have any mission, just exist here, but, when When I met you, I gave myself a mission to assist you, respected hunter. "

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "Why?" I asked.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "There is no reason. I just chose to do this. Perhaps, this is the proof that I have an inner heart and a soul." The humanoid system took off the hood and took off his beautiful long hair, revealing a clean and inhuman texture. Head-this she is more like it, not a human. It makes people feel deeply how serious it is when it says something like "proof of the soul".

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I was not surprised by her inhuman image, but when I saw her take off her long hair to reveal the inhuman head, her heart probably still paused.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp Perhaps, I have not only thought about it once, although I call it humanoid, she is still a human.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp However, the fact once again proves that things will never be what I expected, and my intuition is often more accurate than I imagined.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp The humanoid wears the long hair back, and then changes back to the appearance of the silent and beautiful girl.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "You make your choice, I also make my choice." She said: "I think that making your own choice is the reason why I exist here."

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I used the thin chain I found to wrap around the textbook to make it look more "meaningful", dye some lines with striking red paint, and then hang it around my waist.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "Can you fight?" I calmed down and asked.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "Sorry, respected hunter, I can't make that kind of judgment." The humanoid hung his head again.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "It seems that I don't need to count on you anymore." I already had a hunch, so I was not disappointed.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "Sorry. But if you think this is correct, then do it." The humanoid system said: "You don't need me, but I am relying on you, respected hunter, please keep this in mind. You do n’t owe anyone or rely on anyone. "

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp Yes, you are right, my love.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp Because, all the people I see need to be saved, not to rely on.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp So, no need to rely on others, nor owe anyone. You can only rely on monsters.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp "Ultimately, I still have the choice, should I decide?" I said.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp The humanoid system no longer speaks.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I don't know why. My inner heart, which has become turbulent because of the mission, suddenly calms down. When I walked into the hall of the chapel again, I put the beak mask in front of the patients. The eyes of the patients fell on the textbook hanging around my waist-I called it "Luoyao City Textbook".

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp People's adventures are compiled into stories, and when the story spreads, it becomes a legend. At that time, the light flowed, the legend ceased, and the story would also be transformed.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbspI don't know, if these patients were to read this "Luoyao City Education Book", what would they see.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I saw from their eyes, they are eager to read this story, but, I cannot show them. As long as it does not spread, it will not become a legend. From the beginning, it is not a legend, but only a story that belongs to me. Therefore, this book is nothing more than me remembering myself and making myself more like a priest's decoration in their eyes.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I picked up the long knife again ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ I didn't say anything to anyone anymore, just pushed out the door.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp Outside the chapel, the moon is bleeding and the sky is burning. Ash and Mars, like snow, covered the earth, the canopy and the roof.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp The number of lighted rooms has been reduced a lot. Perhaps some of them are those gathered in the chapel. The people I have seen in the past have tried their best to avoid going out and talking with outsiders. Even the so-called "refuge" can directly feel the uneasiness and uncertainty filled in the air, as if every breath is Inhaling something that will hurt oneself into one's body, one cannot hold one's breath. In this case, it may be really a last resort to escape from your own home and go to the chapel.

& nbsp & nbsp & nbsp & nbsp I walked through dim corners and surveyed everybody today. (To be continued)