Following the cry of the baby, Eugene walked to the innermost part of the house, and then saw the baby lying helplessly on the ground crying, a small, dirty, fragile baby.
The blood is stained with traces of war, but the innocent cry has a purity that does not belong to this world; the corpse surrounds and cuts off all signs of life, the rotten breath of death permeates unscrupulously, and the childishness and joy of birth are in the cry. Announcing the birth of life, like poppies blooming on a rotting corpse, coquettish and deadly.
Eugene's footsteps slowed down involuntarily, he couldn't get any closer, he couldn't get any closer, he slowly put down his hands holding the rifle, with a hint of doubt in his blankness, he stared blankly at the baby, the The little life, whose face was flushed from crying too much, was at a loss.
He just stood like this, standing quietly, his long and narrow eyes were calm, and he hadn't smelled the breath of new life for so long that he had forgotten the existence of life. The stained face was indifferent and alienated, but there was a hint of panic and helplessness, and even a hint of disgust and rejection, looming under the gloomy and sparse light.
Merrill also came over and looked at the heart-piercing baby, stunned for a while, his eyes couldn't help but turn slightly red, but he just stood there, as if Eugene's feet had drawn an abyss boundary that could not be crossed.
Following Eugene's line of sight, looking up, Merrill saw the big hole in the roof. The cold wind poured in wantonly, making people shiver. Bombed the mortar." Merrill's mouth couldn't help showing a mocking smile.
How ironic, isn't it? During the war, soldiers died in rivers of blood, but what is even more terrifying is that those innocent civilians also died in the wind, but no one cared.
"It doesn't matter." Eugene said calmly, his expressionless face seemed to be able to clearly see the process of life being receded little by little, the broken pain flickered in his eyes, and an indescribable sadness and despair were between his lips and teeth. diffuse out. It turned out that indifference is also colored.
Another colleague came in behind him and looked at Eugene and Merrill who were stunned in the same place. .
Eugene didn't realize it himself, he took a step back, he took a step back, a trace of fear appeared on his indifferent face, as if the vigorous life would swallow all the courage and determination in him, and then exposed again. show his softness and fragility.
The baby was carried away, and they didn't notice Eugene's abnormality. Merrill confirmed that everyone else was dead, and then turned around and left, leaving Eugene alone, still staring blankly. That baby's mother - lying on the ground bare/breasted/exposed/breasted, icy cold without any temperature, it seemed that one second she was nursing her own child, and the next second she was separated from yin and yang.
Eugene couldn't take his eyes off the corpse lying in a pool of blood at all. He watched motionlessly and silently, just like this, time was flowing slowly on his shoulders, and it was so cold that even the angels could not spread their wings. Then, Eugene turned around and left, the calm mood just rippled a little, and then returned to calm again.
He blinked, as if nothing had happened just now. Deathly silence.
Eugene left the innermost room and was about to go out when he heard a movement, the hairs all over his body stood up, he subconsciously clenched the rifle in his hand, and the survival instinct/can make the bloody smell start again Diffuse, "Japan..." A choked voice came from behind.
Eugene raised his rifle, turned around and approached cautiously, and then saw an Asian-faced woman behind the straw curtain, collapsed on a straw, breathing hard with her mouth open, her eyes lifted like a pool of stagnant water. When she got up, when she saw Eugene, her eyes rolled slightly, but there was still no light, but she tried her best to say again, "Japan..." Then she raised her hands and pointed to the pattern on the back of her hands , seems to say: The Japanese killed all her family.
However, she was running out of strength. She lingered and tilted her head, as if she could clearly see the process of losing vitality from her body. She just stared blankly at Eugene, with a hint of longing in her eyes, begging for something. what. However, Eugene remained indifferent.
Eugene looked up and down coldly, just watching quietly. He didn't enjoy it, but he didn't suffer. There was only peace. It was as if he was looking at the clouds above the washed sky. He was calm and peaceful. His eyes without any fluctuations made people shudder in the filth and blood. A faint sadness and loneliness rippled gently, as if a transparent and ethereal soul could be seen moving forward on the deserted Huangquan Road.
Then Eugene saw the grenade in her hand, the gun was raised again, and the vigilance like a hunter broke out in an instant, and he could even clearly feel the tense muscles all over his body, just a slight movement, The whole person can rush out and easily harvest the life of the enemy.
I don't want to, seeing Eugene's action like this, the woman nodded slightly, and a hot tear fell down, as if... as if begging Eugene to end her life. The woman reached out and lifted her shirt, revealing her torn belly, bloody intestines and internal organs dripping all over the floor.
She was begging Eugene to end her suffering.
Eugene still stood there, his emotions were calm and even his movements began to slow down. He looked down at the woman like this. She stretched out her right hand with all her strength and tried to grab Eugene's gun barrel, but He remained indifferent. Death is too commonplace for him, like his companion.
Finally, Eugene finally took a step, just two small steps, and then stood beside the woman. He would rather be near a corpse than a baby.
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The woman grabbed Eugene's dangling barrel, then aimed at the center of her forehead, and closed her eyes in relief, her intentions couldn't be clearer. Eugene put his finger on the trigger. This was the most familiar action. It had become his instinct. He could not count how many people he had killed, how many were Japanese and how many were innocent. Civilians... how many were accidentally wounded friendly troops.
His fingers shrank slightly, and he only needed a little force to end the woman's pain. For him, it was just a simple little action in daily life, not much different from eating and drinking.
However, he hesitated.
Seeing the woman let out a sigh of relief, it seemed that the pain all over her body dissipated like a tide, but the cry of the baby just now appeared in his mind. There was a shallow struggle in those deep eyes, but it was excruciatingly painful. He closed his eyes in a panic to hide his true emotions, and then lowered his right hand, but he was still unable to pull the trigger.
What is he fighting for? What is he insisting on, killing for, and surviving for? Where is God now? Shouldn't God be the one who saves and protects the world? Didn't God send Jesus to bear the pain and calamity of mankind? So why is this woman lying here, why is that baby lying here, why are their fragile lives fading away, why are so innocent people dying? How did God choose, why did those people die, and why is he still alive
Why? Why exactly
The woman noticed that the gun was hanging down, opened her eyes again, and then saw Eugene's deep eyes, with a painful struggle in her eyes, she put down her right hand in disappointment, and looked at Eugene with sadness and despair. Immediately afterwards, the woman saw that Eugene's indifferent face like an iceberg slowly softened, and a ray of warm light flickered slightly with pain and suffering.
Eugene let out a sigh of relief, bent down and put the gun aside, then hugged the woman in his arms, slowly, slowly shoving her head into his chest, the warm breath made the woman reveal With a comfortable expression, it seems that the pain has eased a lot in an instant.
Eugene looked down at the blood-stained woman, bitterness danced gently on the tip of his tongue, he couldn't help raising his right hand, and gently stroked the woman's jaw with his thumb, as if he was caring for his lover, focused and serious, stiff. The lines of the face slowly melted away.
The woman stared at the soldier who was close at hand. The weak light shone down through the door of the wooden house, sparsely. The soldier's eyelashes like butterfly wings concealed the true emotions in his eyes. She could only glimpse a corner, that fragile The soul is slowly and slowly disintegrating, as if witnessing the collapse of the whole world, magnificent and magnificent, watching the kind, innocent, simple, friendly and sincere soul being pulled away from its vitality bit by bit, The firmness of the faith gradually dissipated, and all the colors gradually receded from the soft golden color, and people held their breath in an instant.
The woman couldn't help raising her left hand, patted Eugene's arm weakly, closed her eyes with difficulty, and absorbed the faint warmth.
Looking at the life in his arms that was broken at the touch of a touch, Eugene couldn't bear to close his eyes, completely covering up the sparkling water in his eyes. The last trace of mercy and kindness. Then, Eugene took the woman into his arms, put his chin against the woman's forehead, and let out a soft, soft breath, lest he wake up the sleeping angel.
Women, so sleep forever; God, forever abandoned them.