death of hope

"I noticed...the aura around me...

die……"

Persephone rubbed her hands anxiously:
"I said, boss..."

"what?"

"I think it's better for the two of us to leave quickly..."

"What's the rush, are you scared?"

Lynch looked into the distance:

"I can't see the edge, at least [-] tombstones."

"Could it be a soldier's tomb? Has there been a large-scale war here?"

"No, it's strange, where did so many dead people come from?"

Lynch walked down the high ground, came between the tombstones, looked around, hoping to find some clues,
They are all unnamed tombs and bare stones, which made him confused.
Take out the lighter, take out the note, frown and look over and over again.

(Qi Gewale... left this coordinate and directed me here, just to let me see the cemetery?)
·
The sound broke his thoughts.

"Hey! Boss!"

Papa waved to him from a distance: "Look at this! This one is different from the others!"

"Come on!"

Lynch ran over and looked at the tombstone in front of Papa,

Carved from granite, the workmanship is as rough as other anonymous tombs,
The difference is that a five-pointed star is engraved on the tombstone,
Below is chiseled Spanish text,

Papa had taught herself several languages ​​while working in a factory, and she recognized them and read them:

"

Celia Sanchez
Celia Sanchez
1899 - 1924
La gran guerrera proletaria
The great shovel-level female warrior
Torturada y torturada, no dio información de sus camaradas hasta su muerte.
She was tortured,

I didn't give out any information until my death, comrades.

"

"This is... one of the martyrs mentioned by Qi Guwale..."

Marcus Lynch suddenly realized: "So it is!"

This is the secret cemetery of the commune! "

"Commune? Those who engage in bastards and gamers?"

Papa looked at the 5-pointed star on the tombstone: "The Human Federation ZF of Terra said it was a 'terrorist organization', could it be that...you have connections with those dangerous elements?"

"Yeah, some fate, what? Is it possible that you want to report me?"

"Hmph! Report... I'm not human!" Persephone snorted coldly, showing a proud expression:
"I don't care about the matter of you humans killing each other!"

"Report the boss, but you won't get any good results, and you won't get the commission. Only a fool would do that."

"That's hard to say! If your head is worth money!"

"It's more than valuable. Someone is willing to offer a box of gold to buy my ugly head."

"boast!"

·
Lynch bowed his head toward Celia Sanchez's tombstone, then strode forward:

"In this way, let's go separately to find this kind of tombstone with words, maybe we can find some clues."

"Okay...it's best to leave before dark...it's gloomy here..."

"Really, after being a private criminal for so many years, I'm still so timid!"

"I am selfish, not robbery!"

The two headed east and west respectively, and as far as they could see, there were unnamed graves.
After about 10 minutes, Persephone waved to Lynch.

"This spirit race girl, why don't you just wave and not shout?"

Lynch walked to Papa and saw a person lying beside her,

living person;

Ragged clothes, bare feet, a tattered straw hat covering his face, sleeping soundly,
Beside him is a green canvas bag embroidered with five red stars, and a small wine gourd covered with a wooden stopper.

"It smells so strong..." Papa pinched his nose and said, "This guy must have drunk too much, vomit... so smelly... How long has it been since I took a shower..."

"Before confirming your identity, you need to be more prepared."

Lynch picked up the canvas bag and looked at it. There were water bottles, soap, filters, biscuit boxes, flashlights and other sundries in it.

Put down the rucksack, open the safety of the carbine with a "click" of the left thumb, point the muzzle to the heart of the drunk,
Holding the tactical grip with his right hand, he slowly picked up the broken straw hat on the drunk man's face with his toes.

Lynch saw the face of an old man with wrinkled skin and a white beard,
He poked the old man's pocket with the muzzle flash hider, but found no threat, so he turned on the flashing function of the tactical light against his eyelid.

Facing the strong light, the old man didn't respond at all, sleeping like a dead pig.

"This old man...couldn't be alcoholism..." Papa was a little worried.

"Wake him up." Lynch put down the carbine and closed the safety.

"Hey, look at me~"

Papa became more playful, pulled up a piece of green dogtail grass, and poked the old man's nostrils with the fluffy end.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The old man sneezed because of the unbearable itchiness.

"Ouch!"

The sticky snot sprayed onto Papa's pant legs, making her sick enough.

The old man stretched himself, rubbed his eyes and got up,
The first reaction is not to ask who the stranger around him is, but to instinctively reach out to grab the wine gourd.

Unplugged the cork, gulped down a gulp, and wiped his mouth contentedly:
"Good wine... good wine..."

"Damn wine putty!" Papa complained, "Your snot is spraying on my pant leg!"

"Hey...sorry...ma'am."

The old man was so drunk that he didn't realize that Persephone was an alien.

He had a full belch reeking of alcohol, staggered and nearly fell, but Papa hurriedly held him up.

"Thank you... girl..."

The old man looked at Lynch: "Hey, you scared me!
What a big guy!It's as strong as a wall! "

"Old man...excuse me..."

As soon as Lynch opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the old man:
"You don't need to say it! I know it!

You are here to visit your old comrades-in-arms, to pay homage to them, right? !

My dear Davarish!

(Russian Товарищ, comrade)! "