"Yes." The little boy smiled at him innocently, "As long as I am here, you are safe. Otherwise, you will lose your life."
Witt stared at the little boy coldly for a while, pointed to the circle of men in black beside him, and asked again: "Now you are by my side, in theory I am absolutely safe, so even if I kill you Just these people, they won't resist me?"
The little boy hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth: "Yes..."
The corner of Witt's mouth slanted slightly, he picked up the weapon in his hand and started shooting - the people in black around them did not resist, but fell to the ground stiffly like wooden piles that had been pushed down, and finally turned into Smoke falls to dust and dissipates in the air.
There are at least a hundred men in black in a circle on the third and outer floors, and it took some time to shoot them without hindrance. After all, Witt's guns are a mixture of shotguns and sniper shots, and they are not like machine guns. continuous shooting. Holding this heavy weapon, he constantly rotated his position, and one shot of scattered bullets could kill two or three people. It took him nearly twenty minutes to kill all the men in black in sight.
But after a while, people in black surrounded him in the woods, which made his face even uglier. He glanced at the little boy beside him and asked, "Isn't it impossible to kill all these people?"
The little boy blinked innocently, and replied: "Why kill them? They belong to you, and they belong to this place. As long as this place exists, these people will always follow you, forever..."
"This place?..." Wit frowned and looked around the dark forest and the sparkling lake, thought for a moment, and said to the little boy, "I want to leave this oasis."
"Why do you want to leave?" The little boy grabbed the corner of his black robe sadly, "Outside is a desert, there is no water, no food, and there are often terrible weather, but here is a pleasant scenery all year round, there is no danger , and won’t suffer from starvation... What’s wrong with this place?”
"I don't like these people staring at me like this." Witt replied, "You should know that I hate being watched, let alone so many people. In order to get rid of them, I would rather leave this oasis."
After speaking, Witt suddenly grabbed the little boy's hand and dragged him all the way into the woods.
"Where are we going?" the little boy couldn't hide his panic and asked, his eyes were red, as if he couldn't hide the fear and grievance in his heart.
"Didn't you say that you want to be with me? As long as you are with me, what does it matter where you go?" Witt smiled crookedly, "As you wish, you want to be with me—I am now I will take you away."
Perhaps this time Witt's consciousness was firm. After walking through the woods for a while, they saw the shadow of the yellow sand world and came to the edge of the woods.
Standing at the junction of the oasis and the desert where the wild sand is flying, the little boy couldn't hide the fear in his heart, and began to struggle to withdraw his hand, but Witt refused to let go, which made him finally cry aggrieved .
Witt was unmoved, and the voice of Xisuo from behind reminded him that the lingering people in black might be chasing after him again. He thought for a second, and finally let go of the hands holding the little boy. He took out a kindling bottle from his backpack, pulled off the lid, and threw it into the woods without hesitation.
"What are you doing?!" the little boy yelled in horror.
"Take you away." Witt said indifferently, "Since you have decided to follow me, you must get rid of all your worries."
After finishing speaking, he didn't say anything more, just wrapped his black robe tightly, let the sandstorm beat him, and watched the fire blazing, and finally swallowed the entire oasis forest. Those chasing shadows did not escape, nor screamed, as if they had turned into lifeless objects, and were eaten and digested by the flames together with the deep forest... In the end, there was no trace of it.
During this whole process, the little boy stood beside Witt, crying all the time, until the sandstorm faded away, until the sky turned bright, and until the oasis was reduced to black ashes...
"The oasis is very beautiful when the sky is fine. Why can't you wait for the dawn? It's not too late for you to decide whether to leave when you see the most beautiful scenery?... Besides, even if you want to leave, you don't have to ruin this place, right? This is the only beauty you can see..." the little boy said extremely aggrieved.
"Why wait?" Witt said, "People always have to face reality." While speaking, he had already turned around and faced the little boy, covering him in his own shadow.
"What are you going to do?..." The little boy already had a bad feeling—
When the words fell, Witt had already put the muzzle of the gun on his forehead, and with a gunshot, the "six-year-old self" fell down in response...
Seeing the little boy's body turned into dust in front of him, Witt looked up at the clear sky and murmured: "Yes, people always have to face reality."