Blue Files, there are 100 days left until Mr. disappears

Sir's original intention was for peace, but they started a war on their own initiative. They regarded him as an oracle and used the flames of war to spread the oracle throughout Kivotos.

Tell me, what is the problem, Hifumi-san? "

Chapter 054: Day 047·Coast Factory⑧

Hifumi opened her eyes wide, and her pursed lips changed their shapes several times, as if she wanted to form some words.

Answer her, answer Hanako.She urged herself in her mind.

There is only a void that can be touched deep under the fingertips, and even if I rack my brains, I can't find any answer.

She once smiled brighter than the sun. She once believed that as long as she insisted on being kind to others, everyone could be good friends.

Hifumi no longer thinks so.

Like Hanako, she is a person in a maze.

Only Hanako was aware of the existence of this maze, but Hifumi was not.

"……I have no idea."

A harsh sound came from his lips and teeth.

A simple answer, but it seemed to use up all Hifumi's strength.

"I can tell you've been thinking a lot, Hifumi-san."

Hanako opened her arms like a shepherd preaching to the lost lambs.

"I've struggled with the answer to this question.

However, when I went to the ancient library to look through the books, trying to find solace in the history of the Holy Trinity, the answer was already in front of me. "

"Another crazy thing made up by those guys obsessed with religion?"

Hifumi laughed miserably, "Huh, like Mary?"

Hanako sighed softly:

"You know that I have never been interested in religion. As a student of that person, you also understand his attitude, right?"

Hifumi was silent.

She took off her helmet, coughed the blood from her mouth onto the shower room floor, opened the storage bag on her waist, grabbed an orange painkiller, and swallowed it without water.

"...Sir, he respects the culture of any college. But he will not be contaminated by these religions, let alone ascend to that ridiculous godly position."

Hanako nodded, then shook his head:

"Correct understanding, but too superficial, Xiaohi Fumi.

Although he hates being a god, what he does is to give everything to his students selflessly and free of charge.

He does not claim to be God, but his actions show that he is God. "

"...So you go to war with peace of mind? Because you think that your husband is a god, and then you put him on that illusory throne?"

Hifumi gasped, her whole body aching.

I'm afraid she doesn't have much energy left except for the strength to speak.

She almost screamed and threw out the last sentence:

"I tell you, Hanako, my heart breaks for you every moment.

One arbitrary little Zi is enough for him. Is this the case for everyone in Holy Trinity?Even you are like this! ?

Do you know Hanako, I don’t ask for anything now, I don’t ask for happiness for him, I don’t ask for peace and tranquility for him... I just ask that when my husband is buried, I can sprinkle a handful of soil on his coffin and give him a A decent funeral! ...But if you, Holy Trinity, continue to toss like this, will your husband be left with a whole corpse in the end? ?

...I would like to ask, have you ever really considered for your husband even for a moment? "

Hanako's eyelids trembled a little.

The light from her friend stung her eyes.

She is no longer qualified to answer her friends' questions.

But she at least had the obligation to express her thoughts to Hifumi during this ridiculous time of 'reminiscing about the past'.

This is the only thing she can do.

Hanako replied in a low voice:

“Christianity was born in a Jewish camp under Roman rule in the 1st century AD.

When the homeland of the Holy City of Jerusalem fell to the iron heel of Rome, their defeat on the battlefield left them no choice but to adapt to the rule of their new masters.

On the one hand, Rome is too powerful. It is a symbol of civilization, fitness and strength. Even the conquered people are involuntarily attracted, changed and finally assimilated by them under their rule.

On the other hand, Rome's aggression and bloody suppression were also a psychological trauma that they could not erase.

Countless corpses of rebels were nailed to crosses, young people were executed in large numbers, and suffered extremely cruel humiliation before their death. Their uprisings all ended in failure.

Yes, you heard it right, Hifumi-san - the cross, the sacred object of our Holy Trinity, is itself a torture instrument, a torture instrument used by the ancient Romans and Carthaginians to brutally execute rebels.

They could not resist Rome, but Rome existed every minute of their lives.From birth to burial, the greater, more civilized Power watched them.

So they changed their thinking.They no longer seek victory on the battlefield, but cultural victory.

If they do not carry out active cultural self-rescue, they are destined to be submerged in the tide of Rome and become a relic of history like countless other peoples.

And so Christianity was born.

They no longer claim that they are the only nation of God's chosen people, nor that only they can be saved, but that as long as they believe, they will be saved. They actively accept members of this new empire and actively help each other unify their thoughts.

At the same time, they also regard the cross as a sacred object - the worship of suffering. This is their answer.

They gave meaning to suffering, transforming all the killing and suppression done by the conquerors into inevitable qualities of salvation.

They needed a savior, in other words, a scapegoat.

It makes no difference to them whether the savior is a green-faced fang or a holy light.

As long as this person suffers, as long as this person is poor, sick, and endures torture, then all sins can be removed and all pain can be washed away.Beauty and happiness are no longer pursued, and suffering has become the background of faith. "

Hanako lowered his hands and let out a low laugh.

"Ever heard the joke? 'We could transfer the world's debt to one man and then kill him' 'Congratulations you just invented Christianity'

Our Holy Trinity culture is a culture of scapegoats and victims.Thinking that by punishing one person or lifting one person up high, all future mistakes can be avoided.

Therefore, we regard Mika Sazono as a witch and put all the blame on her.But they turned a blind eye to the clamor of the Holy Trinity war faction and the common behavior of blatant discrimination against Gehenna.

Therefore, we worshiped our husband as a god, thought we had found the answer, and enthusiastically promoted his teachings in Kivotos... This was not only to save our husband's life, but also what we ourselves... wanted to do. "

Hanako's shoulders drooped feebly, and her eyes were full of despair and confusion.

"We have learned nothing from history and we...are making the same mistakes again."

Hifumi clenched her fists tightly, beat the ground heavily, and roared:

"If you know you are wrong, why are you still fighting for them?"

Hanako shook his head and chuckled:

“That’s a good question, Hifumi.

In fact, I was a little shaken inside.

I see hope in you, but it's not enough.

You simply don’t realize that Sir and Holy Trinity go in both directions - Holy Trinity needs a saint who suffers, and Sir... he is a saint who gives selflessly and free of charge to students. "

The sadness on Hanako's face became more and more serious, and the chuckle gradually turned into a sarcastic ridicule:

“We, as students, have been wasting our time this year…even I didn’t realize it until recently.

He never showed his scars to us, he always faced us with a smile.

We should have known long ago that there are no born saints. The reason why a saint is a saint is because he has suffered more unbearable suffering than anyone else and can develop this pure motivation and spirit for good.

Only by getting used to suffering can we endure suffering, worship suffering, and walk alone while carrying the whole world on our shoulders while telling us with a smile that he is fine.

You who don't even understand this... As you said, lovely Hifumi - you really can't even let him rest in peace. "

Chapter 054: Day 047·Coast Factory⑨

the other side.

"Crackling"

With the harsh sound of metal friction, the silver-gray elevator door was torn open by the claws in Bai Zi's hand.

She and the second team led by Iroha were cautiously exploring the deeper manufacturing areas of the factory.

The signal here is quite poor. The moment you enter the factory area, communication seems to be cut off intentionally.

They couldn't hear the sound of Hifumi being attacked, and they couldn't go back to help each other at this critical moment.

But even if they could hear it, 'returning to support teammates' was a terrible choice for them at the moment.

"It's really troublesome... It feels like there are a pair of eyes staring at us in the dark..."

Iroha muttered vaguely.

She leaned sideways against the wall, her eyes searching around nervously for possible fire points, ready to dodge and hide in the shelter around the corner.

Compared to Bai Zi, who is fearless, her detailed observation of the environment is obviously much better.

After all, Iroha has worked hard in the middle management position for many years. He has more things to consider and is much more alert to troublesome things than ordinary people.

"It doesn't matter, I think we'll run into it sooner or later."

Bai Zi had no idea about this.

After all, she is better at moving her body than using her brain, and 'commanding others' is not a skill that Baizi, who is reticent and not good at expressing emotions, can easily master.

She is more accustomed to being a commando, but her husband made an exception and arranged for her to be the squad leader for this operation.

Perhaps the husband has more expectations for her future, but that is not something Sand Wolf Baizi wants to consider.

——That means the gentleman who commanded her is no longer here.

Sand Wolf Baizi didn't want to think about this future.She wasn't even going to do 'preparation'.

It was a cold, dark, heart-wrenching pain.

"I'm not responsible for taking care of you."

Iroha stared at her back and whispered:

"Everyone is in pain, and so am I. But no matter how painful or troublesome it is, we still have tasks to complete.

You can find a corner and cry your heart out after you're done, but that's only after you're done, you hear me? "

Bai Zi lowered his head slightly.

The sound of water dripping on the rock wall still echoed in my ears, and the factory reverberated not only with the smell of rust, but also the pungent smell of kinetic energy ammunition.

However, this gloomy scene rather gave Bai Zi a strange feeling of nostalgia.

She remembered.

This is where they 'originally' should be.

The newly renovated warm school building, the sunny classrooms, rich food, and cheerful laughter,

The things those gentlemen brought to them were of course extremely beautiful.

But there is no going back there.

She had almost forgotten what kind of place Kivotos was,

Forget the bullet marks on the pillars of the school building, forget the daily life of dodging gunfire, forget the time when bulldozers came into the school to drive them away.

Now she remembered.

Those careless daily routines should have been a miracle that they risked their lives to shuttle through the rain of bullets, but could not fight back.

And miracles don't last forever.

Under the command of their husband, they tried their best to regain Hoshino's soul, but this was not enough.

The future planned by their husband for them requires them to complete more tasks before they can even see a trace of it.