I'm a magnet maniac

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The United States, the country known as the beacon of freedom, was the pinnacle of world civilization before disaster struck.And after the disaster, it is the same.

If Tokyo is a doomsday city that does not look like the doomsday, then the United States is completely living the same life as before the doomsday, at most it is more closed.

At the end of the biological war in the original intestine, as the targets of the dead hand system, the fifty states of the United States were hit by nuclear bombs far exceeding their number.

But because of the neutron jammer that was turned on early, most of the nuclear weapons that Lucia dropped were directly muted, so this despicable behind-the-scenes black hand was not wiped out from the world at all.

But Serris' nuclear fusion bomb still hit several states.

Texas, Montana, Utah, Wyoming and Illinois.

Nuclear fusion bombs without satellites cannot be calibrated to strike precise targets, and can only cause damage in an approximate range.Therefore, the losses suffered by the United States at the end of the Gastrointestinal War... were completely within the acceptable range.

The elite areas with economic prosperity and important resources only lost one Chicago and Houston, while the key cities, New York, Los Angeles, Philadelphia, Detroit and other places were almost intact.

Coupled with the relocation of the headquarters of the Freemasonry, it took the United States less than a year to completely walk out of the shadow of the gastroenteric biological war.And because of the worldwide downfall, 'hegemony' is stronger than ever.

Of course, because the Freemasons are for the purpose of 'grazing', their actions instead restrain the United States from achieving the goal of unifying the world at this 'great time', but only shrinking in the Americas.

But even so, the standard of living of Americans after the disaster far exceeds that of any place on earth.

They live the same life as before, watching TV, playing games, playing football, shooting basketball, playing with women, having parties, taking drugs, DO I...

They didn't even stop holding the Super Bowl, and they sang and danced as usual. Except that they couldn't go abroad casually, their life was no different from before the disaster.

Oh no, if you have to talk about the difference, it does exist.

That's the target of 'racism', one more.

In this country, people of color have always been at the top of the chain of contempt. Even the vigorous so-called affirmative-rights movement back then was nothing more than a means used by the upper class to divide the lower class.

In other words, the so-called 'diversity' created by force is actually the biggest manifestation of discrimination.

But now, leaving aside the skin problem, the bottom of the discrimination chain in this country has been replaced by a new class, which is undoubtedly——

son of the curse

I don't know that the status quo of the so-called shit is almost the same in the whole world. People in Tokyo discriminate against these children and call themselves "the era of plundering", but what about the United States?

It's the same, there is no difference, it's just not as 'covert' as the discriminatory practices in Tokyo.There is no legal protection, and no interest group will use the banner of 'protection' to make money for the son of the curse. The form of discrimination in this country is very rude and direct.

Even homeless people in this country can survive by picking up stale food thrown out of convenience stores and bakeries, but not the children of the curse.

Because they are not allowed to approach the city, they will be severely 'punished' and thrown out if they are found.

So the sons of the curse can only live in the outskirts of the city or in the corners of the slums, in the dark places that breed darkness and ugliness.

Drug dealers and gangsters will force these children to transport drugs for them, hooligans will bully them if they have nothing to do, and the police will turn a blind eye to the atrocities they encounter and even beat them maliciously. In this country, almost everyone is qualified to kill a person less than ten year old girl.

Or, go for something more egregious.

Of course, it may be fortunate that the original enterovirus contained in the son of the curse has the possibility of mucous membrane transmission infection or even bodily fluid infection, so some uglier and more disgusting atrocities did not happen.

But... There is no lower limit to the abnormality and ugliness of people.

If you can't do something ugly directly, then do it in an indirect way.Or just because it can't be done directly, it has created countless ugly 'indirect' methods.

Tina, who grew up in this country since she was a child, has always heard about these things.

Of course, because she was chosen to be Dr. Ayn Rand's experimental guinea pig when she was very young, Tina was not lucky enough to come into contact with these ugly things.

Of course, it is not a good feeling to be treated as a little white mouse on the laboratory table and move the knife at will.

"Here...it should be okay."

The one-armed Tina struggled to drag Rentaro, who was blind-eyed and holding a small box in his arms, into an abandoned attic in a slum on the west coast. patted his head softly

"Take it here well, Tina believes that you can recover, and now you can rest with peace of mind."

"Abaaaba~~~"

Rentaro looked at the girl blankly, his completely closed mind and heart could not understand or recognize the girl's words.

He only nodded mechanically, and then hugged the small box in his arms tightly.

Tina showed a bitter smile, will Rentaro recover?Tina didn't know, really didn't know.

But she can't leave Rentaro behind, because they are not only companions, but also because Tendoki saved Tina with his own life...

Sometimes the heavy kindness is no different from the shackles of the curse. The shackles that bind the conscience are often so heavy that people can't breathe.

She returned to the United States because she could only go back to the United States, and she still had the hope that Dr. Ayn Rand, her 'master', would help her.

Although rationality told her that such hope was so slim, Tina still had to do it.

Her transmitter has been working for a long time, sending many messages, but still no one has brought her back to New York.

As long as she returns to New York, the master will not leave her alone, and the master can also help Rentaro.

Tina pinned her only hope on New York, the place where she grew up.She believes that there is hope for life there, not because of stupidity, but because it is the only 'home' she can think of.

Gollum~~~

The sound of bowel movements sounded in the dusty attic. Tina stood up and realized that she had no food or money on her body.

Her expression was also a little dazed, because she grew up in a laboratory since she was a child, and she has never experienced the matter of 'making money', but only knows that there is a general concept.

But she still understands the common sense that food needs money to buy, but how to make money?

Tina was a little silent. The one-armed girl combed her dry hair that hadn't been taken care of for a long time, and said softly

"Wait for me, I'll bring food back right away."

, Rentaro didn't respond, and it was impossible for him to respond.After forcibly terminating the rampant magnetic field power, the closed inner emotions made him unable to express anything.

But there is no doubt that he can see, he can hear, and he can receive any external information.

He just couldn't react.

Just like a pool with its water outlet sealed, the water called information flowed into his pool continuously, but the things called emotions that should have been discharged were backlogged in the pool and could not move.

The sunlight shone through the tiny gaps in the attic, and the dust that he was staring at in the light slowly drifted away.

"Abaaaba~~~"

Rentaro gently stroked the pattern of the box in his arms. He tried hard to express something, but he couldn't do anything.

When the sky was getting dark and the darkness and silence of the attic seemed to swallow everything, Tina finally came back.

The originally lovely dress became messy and soiled, and there were a few inconspicuous scars on her lovely face, but the few pieces of packaged bread and synthetic food from the convenience store she brought in her arms were not. intact.

Tina left most of it to Rentaro, and hid in a corner and ate the remaining half silently.Rentaro blinked, staring blankly at Tina making a baa baa sound, her body trembling slightly.

"You don't have to worry about me, as long as you take care of yourself, Tina will be happy. Think about Miss Tiantong, we must live well."

Tina watched Rentaro's movements, but stepped forward and gently handed the things to Rentaro's mouth.As if Tendo Kisara was mentioned, Rentaro's sluggish expression finally changed slightly, and he mechanically opened his mouth and ate the food.

In the future, such days will be repeated day by day.

Rentaro, unable to move or make any expression, just lay in the dust in the attic, lying here motionless, quietly waiting for Tina who came back.

Sometimes she would bring some food, and sometimes she would bring back some money, and the money would be stored in Rentaro's pillow.

Sometimes Tina was bruised all over her body, sometimes she was just bruised, and sometimes her clothes were messed up.

But every time, she always brought back food and some money.

"As long as I save enough money to go to New York, everything will be fine."

Every time Tina feeds Rentaro and wipes his body, she keeps repeating this sentence.As long as you save enough money, as long as you can go back to New York, you will be fine.

And what about Rentaro?He still hasn't improved, just like a piece of wood that can't speak or move.

Such a rigid and continuous life continued for a long, long time, and Rentaro in the attic could not feel the change of time.

He just held the box in his arms, motionless.

Until one day, Rentaro, who was staring blankly at the entrance of the attic, heard something during the day.He turned his head with difficulty, and saw a person who fell down at the window of the attic.

A black man in a hip-hop hoodie and stud earrings doesn't look like a good thing.

Seeing Rentaro shouting, a string of English words popped out of his mouth, and Rentaro's thinking could only translate some of them with difficulty.

What, it was indeed right to follow that chick, she also has a raised paralyzed little boy.

What, that chick doesn't have a hand, but she does the work really neatly or something...

Rentaro's expression remained unchanged, his locked heart could receive any information, but he couldn't express any emotion.

Even the slightest bit of anger.

"Ababa." Rentaro could only widen his eyes, and kept saying the same voice repeatedly, and the black man obviously didn't intend to say anything more to the paralyzed man.

He searched the entire attic with his hands, and after finding a group of people who failed, he uttered a few words of Falk, until he locked his eyes on the box in Rentaro's arms.

His eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to snatch it without hesitation.Rentaro desperately wanted to grab him, but the black man couldn't move after a few times, and then started punching and kicking Rentaro after yelling!

In the process of arguing and fighting, the pillow behind Rentaro flew away, and under the scattered banknotes, the black man's expression lit up and he kicked Rentaro away, and put away the money.

Obviously that's what he came for.

But is this the only purpose of his coming?

It's like a 50 yuan bill and a 100 yuan bill are placed in front of you and ask you which one to take.Only children will ask for 100 yuan, and greedy adults will say, I want it all.

“Oh darling, Look at your sturdy little white ass~~~”

With obscenities in his mouth that Rentaro couldn't translate and didn't want to translate, the black man toppled Rentaro's body, and with a salty smile, pulled off his pants.

Rentaro buried his head in the quilt, except for his trembling body, he still couldn't make any sound or expression.

Chapter 188 62. Falling into the Hell of Suffering

There is no end to suffering, and the bottoming out itself is a paradox that does not exist.Because you never know where the 'bottom' you are going to touch, and maybe that is the lowest abyss that you will never reach.

When Tina came back with income and food in distress and injury, what she saw was undoubtedly a scene of falling into deeper misery.

She stared blankly at the messy room, all the money she had worked so hard to save was plundered, but the person she should protect...

Finally, Tina couldn't bear it any longer, and burst into tears.

Aside from the knowledge and cognition that was forcibly instilled when she was cultivated as a weapon in the laboratory, Tina's age is actually only less than ten years old, and she is just a real child in the secular sense.

At an age when she should be studying and growing up safely in elementary school, she has to shoulder the responsibility that should not belong to her, and bear the pain that she shouldn't have to bear.

However, this is nothing surprising.

In this country, in this world, people who are as miserable as her or even more miserable than her are not uncommon. At least the Rentaro in front of him is much more miserable than her.

The tragedy of falling into the abyss of misery is constantly being staged, but the road to the deepest and deepest abyss of despair seems to have not yet been exhausted.

"Abaaaba~~~"

Rentaro stretched out his hand and touched Tina's head with difficulty, as if to comfort her, as if to reassure her that she was fine.

He did not suffer too much physical damage. After all, even if his strength was blocked due to his closed and accumulated heart, his body was still modified.

But this tenacity may have become one of the sources of pain for his continuous suffering.

Compared with the physical pain, what he suffered was more mental devastation.But now he doesn't have such ability, he doesn't have any ability to vent his emotions.

To him, this suffering is nothing more than accepting it and storing up emotions in his heart that cannot be vented.

He didn't feel anything, not even humiliation, but these emotions would not disappear, they were just squeezed in his heart.

Tina finished crying, because crying didn't change anything.

She silently tidied up the messy attic, washed Rentaro's filthy body, rolled up Rentaro with a quilt, and silently carried him behind her back to prepare to leave here.

It is no longer safe here, and they need to find a new place to live.But here, in a place already consumed by danger and ugliness, where is safety to be found?

Rentaro, who was being carried by Tina, saw for the first time what the neighborhood looked like at night.

There are naked and beautifully dressed women everywhere, but many of them are young girls.Some sons of the curse who couldn't find a job, couldn't afford food, couldn't afford the cheapest inhibitors and were forced to join this industry.

They cannot provide the final step, but they can provide many, many 'services' before the final step.

And because of the strong physical plasticity and strong recovery ability of the cursed children, they can satisfy the perverted and harmful hobbies of many customers.

Their eyes are empty without any hope, only the despair of living day by day.No one has the right to condemn them, because they gave everything just to survive.

"Abaaaba~~"

"Don't worry, Rentaro, I don't do this kind of thing." Tina tightened her grip on Rentaro behind her, and said softly