It's really troublesome.

Yi Xiao showed an impatient expression, and the red light in his hand became even more intense. The silver-white memory thread was pulled out of Deadpool's head and slowly flowed between his hands.

"Use *! Use * more!"

Deadpool on the ground made a roundabout way. Although he couldn't see his mask, Yi Xiao could also feel that he should be rolling his eyes disdainfully.

"Didn't you have eaten?"

Deadpool's voice is still very lively.

His situation seemed a bit special. Although his memory was also extracted from Yi Xiao's magic, he was still jumping around.

In general, it is very resistant.

"Hey, hey, your companion sounds like you can't stand it anymore, why are you still slugging here?"

He kept complaining. Although these complaints were meaningless, they challenged Yi Xiao's patient nerves like a magical sound.

Fortunately, as long as Deadpool's memory is taken away, he will naturally be useless.

Just endure for a few more minutes.

Thinking of this, the magic luster in Yi Xiao's hand once again increased a little...

"boom!"

The roaring thunder fell, and lightning broke through the sky, and a lonely white light flashed in the dark night sky. The sound of raindrops followed, knocking on the old and dilapidated windows, making a rustling sound.

“Ifonedaylifeteayouaayfrme (if life will separate you and me one day).”

The little girl tightened the worn blanket with holes on her body and stuffed the newspaper around her.

She doesn't like rainy days because it's cold, but she has to like rainy days because she can find more food with the help of the weather. If she is lucky... she might be able to steal a little more.

The iron door with a hole cannot block any wind and rain, and it cannot even be closed tightly.

"Dong!Dong!"

As the howling wind and rain became louder, the iron door without a door bolt was blown and banged on the wall. The dull sound seemed to hit people's hearts and the soul of the city.

"If you die and go away from me."

The little girl shivered slightly in the cold. She decided to go out a little early this day... and come back early, maybe it won't be so cold when she is asleep.

“……Please rush to…”

“………special person…”

“…This is the last broadcast today, please…”

The little girl curled up in a shabby blanket holding a dirty radio in her hands. In this era, it is very difficult to find a radio.

And what is more difficult than that is to find the battery of the radio.

In fact, it cannot be found.

She only had the last two pieces of the radio, and she would be gone after using them all. How long can she last... She didn't know.

“Sanctuary…”

"Is it the shelter broadcast again..."

She murmured to herself.

“I don’t need it.”

“hat'sitmatterify youloveme (as long as you love me, what's the point of death).”

Isn't it really necessary?

It’s not that the little girl doesn’t need it, but she doesn’t dare.

She couldn't believe that people like her would have a last place to settle down, and she didn't dare to risk going there. The government has been arresting and killing people like them. Perhaps this is a trap.

There is nothing strange about this.

They have no human rights.

"Ah Yeh!"

The girl took off the blanket, dragged the radio, newspapers, and blankets to a corner, and stuffed them into the pit in the corner and hid them carefully.

Her food is not much, and she was in the emergency situation at that time... today's food needs to be found.

The girl stood up and walked out against the shadow of the wall.

"Click!"

Another lightning flashed down, and the white light of the blazing eyes flashed, shaving through the sky above the city again and illuminating the shadows in the corners.

The darkness seemed to disappear in an instant, revealing the girl who was close to the wall, her pale skin, her lips without a trace of blood, her big eyes that were particularly sensational... and her dark short hair that looked like green on the seaweed.

It's like...the wandering spirit in the dark...

“beauseiilldietoo. (Because I will die in the end).”

The singing came from afar, with a sense of sadness and sadness, as if the city had been dead.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of the rustling rain and the singing were intertwined, dyeing this sad song from all directions. The melodious bass surrounds the city, making the girl very uncomfortable.

"whispering sound."

The girl rolled her eyes coldly, and her big eyes were particularly vivid, conspicuous and beautiful under the night.

Her clothes were a little dirty, but they were not worn out at all. The jacket, jeans, and ordinary cloth shoes looked like they were dressed in the world.

That kind of dress unique to a rebellious girl.

But this is the only thing she doesn't have many choices.

“eillhaveforus, eternity (we will be together forever).”

The song was far from over, because as the girl came out of the shabby factory, the song became closer and closer to her. From time to time, people lit candles under the eaves on the corner of the street, and were with other candles, guiding the dead.

Also pray for the living.

The candles were burning, even on this rainy night, and the girl stood in the shadows on the street corner, and was soaked in the rain, staring at the burning candles in front of her.

The halo is beautiful, as if it makes people hallucinate.

But the actual effect is not great, right?

The girl looked at these things for a while, then suddenly raised her eyebrows, as if she realized something, it was very good, because these candles finally had the place they should have.

Taking advantage of the incoming pedestrians, the girl quickly walked to the place where the most candles were the ones, picked up a few of the largest candles and blew them out, then hid them on her body, and stuffed the rest into the surrounding corners.

This thing should be a little warm, warm, or something... and it can light up even if it is not good.

Illuminating and keeping warm...it can be regarded as the essential action of a candle.

The girl suddenly felt that today was not that annoying. Although it was only one day a year, it was only one day that she could get the candles for the whole year.

No need to worry about suddenly power outage.

“intheblueofalltheimmensity (in endless sorrow).”

The song continues, as if it is coming from the sky.

“… Today is the third anniversary of the Westchester disaster…”

"…The Westchester incident has been three years old. Let us remember the dead and the living..."

"There is no accurate conclusion on who is responsible, but we are actually very clear in our hearts, it is a change..."

The windows are like last century, and the habit of placing TVs is still retained.

But the difference is that the TV is no longer placed on the small table behind the window, but is hung high, and the screen is also very large and clear. The content can be clearly seen from any angle, and it is a very sci-fi screen.

The host on TV is talking big.

Such people are indispensable in any era. They are sensational. They are doing all kinds of exaggerated actions and exaggerated expressions on the screen, and they have to take off their heads... in exchange for more attention.

Pay attention to it is money, and money is survival. In order to survive, he doesn't care what he is talking about.

Although the girl didn't know the truth, she didn't care.

She doesn't care about the future, nor does she care about the past, she only cares about the present.

The bad situation now.

“inheaven, noreproblems (there is no sorrow in heaven).”

Bunches of white flowers were gently lowered, with framed photos, pale wreaths, and equally pale candlelight and wet petals.

As the girl continued to move forward, she saw the mourning crowd.

Some people have sad faces, while others have no expression on their faces, but more of them have no concern. This city and this world have experienced too many disasters.

They don't care anymore and they're already numb.

“mylovedo youbelievethateloveeahother (Dear, do you believe we love each other deeply).”

But there are still many people who send a blessing to the deceased.
To be continued...