I, Sakura Matou, the third seat of Chasing Fire!

night.

Evening Street is very lively at night.

Even in the remote sanatorium, the harsh gunshots and loud shouting could be heard.

People who live on Twilight Row regard it as a feature of Twilight Row, and are even foolishly proud of it.

However, when bullets and sharp knives capable of killing people come in front of them, those who are proud of this will never have the slightest smile.

Because death is the end of life, the end that ordinary people cannot escape.

In the room, Sakura stepped on the small bench with her bare feet. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the world outside the window curiously.

It was night in the twilight streets.

That is not an unfamiliar scene to her, but to her, Twilight Street is like the theater described in Aunt Britney's words, where completely different stories are staged every day.

Gunshots sounded in the alley, people shouted and cursed, and "fireworks" bloomed in the distance.

She saw everything in her eyes, and opened her small mouth slightly, expressing the surprise in her heart at the moment.

"cherry?"

A plump body cannot be completely wrapped in a bath towel.

Wiping her wet hair with a towel, Aponia looked at the child standing in front of the window, feeling a little helpless.

Twilight Street is not a safe place, especially Twilight Street at night.

Whenever night falls, death will follow on Twilight Street.

That was never something a child could see.

But Sakura and this child have a different interest in her nighttime Twilight Street.

The child seemed to be yearning for something, but that was something she would never allow to happen.

Sakura should stay by her side instead of walking into that chaotic world.

As a mother, she will give Sakura the best life she can!

Even if she needs to break the rules, she will not hesitate!

The thread of fate has been tightly entangled together.

It was Sakura, and it was her.

As her own child, Sakura wants to stay by her side.

"Mother mother!"

Sakura turned around and put on the slippers she had placed in front of the bench.

She ran to her mother and hugged those wet legs tightly.

Mother's body is hot, like...

She looked up, and the garden was looming under the towel.

And she looked into her mother's eyes, and gently pulled the pure white bath towel.

"Sakura's stomach is hungry..."

The helpless smile was filled with kindness, and he held his child in his arms as always.

"Remember to brush your teeth later."

"Yes, Mother!"

260 nine, fragile life is worthless

What is death?

This is a question that many people may not have an answer to in their lifetime.

Even those who seek answers cannot ask a question after they have experienced death.

Because they died.

And most deaths don't speak.

Right, that is it.Mora ran in the narrow alley.

His breathing was rapid and his expression was flustered.

In his arms, he could be seen holding a small package tightly in his arms.

That stuff looks the part.

And that's really important stuff.

For this he betrayed his own organization and escaped.

Those lunatics want to make this already crazy place even more chaotic!

Bunch of lunatics!

They don't even know how dangerous what they got is!

Mora gripped a gun tightly in her right hand.

His finger was on the trigger right now, and if anything happened, he would pull the trigger quickly.

"Where is it! Come after me!"

There was a loud noise behind him, and several loud gunshots.

It was not a simple shooting, but a deterrent.

Mora understood that the group of guys behind him would not shoot him at will.

The things in the package are very delicate, and it may be triggered or damaged if you are not careful.

The former is simpler than the latter, even dangerous!

Those bastards want to use this thing in the gang duel in a few days, and they won't give up easily.

So I have a chance, a chance to get out of here, out of this damn Twilight Street!

evening street.

A magical place.

You can see all the darkness here, and you can also see all the light that is opposite to the darkness.

Confusion, contradiction, opposition.

There are many other descriptions that can be used here and on this dusk street.

Twilight Street is such a magical place.

An elderly woman opened the window of her house, and she saw Mora fleeing and the group of gang members who were chasing her.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have already hid in fear after seeing this scene.

But the old lady didn't.

She looked at everything calmly, and then dried her clothes.

It's just gang hunting.

This kind of thing often happens on Twilight Street. Although it doesn't say that it happens once every hour, it is normal to see it five or six times a day.

The most indispensable thing in Twilight Street is villains, gangs that gather villains, and people who are hunted down.

This is such a strange place!

Wait!

Where is there such a child?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, but he still couldn't see clearly.

So the old lady brought her own reading glasses.

See, a lovely girl.

She was sitting on the roof of old man Mo's house, with a white cat beside her.

Whose child is this?

Actually let the child come here?

Although she had some thoughts in her heart, the old lady did not take any action.

Just because this is Twilight Street.

Mora is dead!

He did not escape death.

The bullet hole on his forehead that was slowly bleeding was so obvious.

Obviously, he died, completely dead.

The ferocious wild dog ran up and bit his body hungrily.

And a girl sees it all.

Does that count as death?

Still can't understand.

So what is this?

Sakura on the roof looked at the package in her hand with a cute expression.

, and then snuggled up to his master's calf again.

She rubbed gently, her soft hair sticking closely to the silky skin.

The little master's body is soft, like...

Sakura didn't care about the little guy's actions, her attention at the moment was on the packages she took from those strange sorghums.

One package, one life.

In her opinion, that is the value of the uncle who was killed.

After the package was opened, a delicate sphere appeared in Sakura's hands.

Her hands were small, but the thing that looked like a pine cone was huge.

Uneven surface, different colors from pine cones.

It is silver, with a metallic luster.

It's not heavy, it looks like a "toy" made of metal, but it's as light as the bread that Britney's sister likes to give her.

There is something in it.

able to see.

The purple thing is like the heat rising slowly after boiling water.

Collapsed?

The word suddenly popped up in my mind.

Not so surprised.

Because Sakura heard from her mother that she is a child of God and possesses God's revelation.

So the collapse is a revelation given by God.

Is this really the case?

A trace of doubt flashed in Zhu Hong's eyes, and then disappeared without a trace.

Mother must be right!

eat it up!

There was another voice in my head.