I don't want to be an elf!

After walking on the street with twists and turns for more than half an hour, the Central District appeared in front of their eyes.

Walking on the bustling street, the two children were slightly excited.

Needless to say, Aihara Enju, on weekdays, spends most of his school time, and spends most of his free time running around Tokyo with Satomi Rentaro, taking over small businesses that big police companies are unwilling to accept.

As for Nibelcol, as a special individual created by the system, in the life fabricated by the system for her, she spent most of her time in the church like Nia Honjo, not even going to school.

Rarely come to Tokyo's bustling central area, which makes the two girls of similar age look a little excited.

"Mom, can we have Golden Arches later?"

Pointing to a fast food restaurant with a golden M signboard in the commercial street, Nibelcol turned his head with longing in his eyes.

"When did my family get out of a prodigal like you, and you have to spend money when you go out!"

Bentiao Erya raised a pair of dead fish eyes, waved her hands and said, "This month's manuscript fee hasn't arrived yet, no money!"

"Ani, bear with it for a while. After Erya's sister has completed the police license, I will go home and make you jam and bread." Ai Yuan Yanzhu patted his chest, "Although I have never eaten a hamburger, but jam bread Definitely as good as a burger!"

"Wuuuuu Yanzhujiang is so sensible, come here and give my sister a hug!"

Nia Honjo couldn't help but hugged the lovely Aihara Enju in her arms and rubbed her vigorously.

But because the breasts were too small, Aihara Enju couldn't help but feel the slightest softness, but instead made her nose hurt.

"Young man, have you never bought a hamburger for Yanju?" Honjo Nia glared at Satomi Rentaro, "How difficult it is for such a young child to endure temptation, Yanju is so sensible. If you don't give her a reward, won't your conscience hurt?!"

"I've never eaten a hamburger myself." Rentaro Satomi, who was inexplicably scolded, said blankly, "I was lucky last month, and my salary was a little higher. Bread and jam are enough luxury. Usually Yanzhu and I both eat fried bean sprouts with bean sprouts, stuffed bean sprouts with bean sprouts, and bean sprouts covered with bean sprouts."

"Ah... always feel so sorry..."

As a time traveler, the girl knew Rentaro Satomi to a certain extent.

But she still didn't expect this guy to be poorer than her.

But after thinking about it, this is actually not an unexplainable situation.

Although Satomi Rentaro's identity is a policeman, his monthly entrustment is the least lucrative kind that other companies don't want. Every time he travels a long way for a little income.

What's more, his expenditure is much higher than that of Bentiao Erya.

Enju Aihara's tuition fees, rent for a residence, maintenance fees for weapons...

Of course, there is also the cost of the original enterovirus inhibitor injected into Lanyuan Yanzhu every month, which is even more important.

The vast majority of facilitators will not buy this kind of thing for their initiators, because if the initiators mutate into gastritis, they can just go to the International Initiator Supervision Organization and get another one, there is no need for them Spend unnecessary funds by living an extra year or two.

But Satomi Rentaro has regarded Aihara Enju as a family member, and most of his income is spent on her.

At this time, it would obviously be too much to accuse him of not taking good care of Lan Yuan Yanzhu.

"Since none of you have eaten hamburgers, I'll spend one today and let you try something new." Bentiao Erya said with a swollen face and said like a fat man, "Don't worry about the money, for the Tianzhu that will be paid next month I have already saved quite a lot of girls’ figures, and this money is enough for you to eat.”

"Great!"

"Sister Erya is the best!"

Nibelcol and Aihara Enju cheered happily.

Satomi Rentaro was not very interested, he was not a child anymore, for him it was enough to fill his stomach, what to eat was not important.

"Do you really have enough money?" he asked suspiciously, "Don't wash the dishes in the store to pay the bill after eating."

"Don't underestimate the strength of adults! If I say enough, it will be enough!"

"Okay, but first let me say that I don't have any money with me. If you are going to ask me to borrow it, I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

"Forehead......"

Honjou Niya took out her wallet from her pocket and counted the amount carefully, even the coins were not missed.

After counting, she coughed twice in embarrassment: "Ahem, I withdraw my preface. Each person can only have one hamburger and one fries."

"Hey, why is this like this?"

"I don't think it matters, it's better than nothing."

A group of four decided on today's lunch while walking.

Chuo Ward is the busiest neighborhood in Tokyo.

On both sides of the crowded street, shops are lined up neatly, offering goods for anyone to choose from.

The colorful neon lights are illuminated even during the day, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Fruit shop, clothing store, restaurant, department store, movie theater...

It looks no different from a normal city.

In fact, if a traveler who doesn't know much about this world travels to this bustling neighborhood, they will have no idea that this world will turn out to be an apocalypse where human civilization is in danger.

Shuttle among the crowds, even Honjo Nia felt a little bit of nostalgic feeling when walking in the neighborhood of Yokohama in the last world.

But soon, this feeling disappeared without a trace.

Just as they were about to cross this commercial street and go to their real destination today, there was a commotion among the crowd.

In front of them, the mobile crowd gathered together abnormally, and there were exclamations and curses from time to time.

Satomi Rentaro's expression became slightly gloomy.

A group of people stepped forward and squeezed into the crowd, and saw the reason why the crowd stopped to watch.

"Little monster, who allowed you to steal things in the area under our jurisdiction?" A fat policeman in police uniform beat his baton maliciously, "I heard about the Central District from other colleagues a long time ago. There is a mouse running around, I didn't expect to be bumped into by me today."

"Fortunately, some enthusiastic citizens called to report, do you know how much disturbance you caused here?" Another high policeman kicked over the iron bowl used for begging in front of the girl, "Apologize to me, apology! Precious police force is wasted on a parasite like you!"

Facing the persecution and threats of the two policemen, the white-haired girl could only squat on the ground and tremble.

Her eyes seemed to be blind, and she couldn't see anything when she was wrapped in bandages. Even if she wanted to escape, she couldn't find the direction to escape.

Even if the iron bowl that depended on her livelihood was kicked over and the coins and stones inside were scattered all over the ground, she couldn't resist.

"Speak, is it possible that you are still dumb?"

The fat policeman grabbed the girl by the hair and dragged her up from the ground: "Huh? What about asking you a question? If you don't cooperate with the investigation, you will go to jail!"

"Go away, everyone, please go away and don't interfere with official business."

Seeing more and more people gathered around, the skinny policeman had no choice but to drive away the crowd: "If this cursed child suddenly violently hurts others, don't expect to get medical expenses from her, the wounding is nothing. !"

Hearing what the police said, many onlookers showed expressions of disgust and fear and left one after another.

The number of people gathered here quickly decreased, but there were still many people who were watching the excitement and didn't mind the trouble and stayed where they were.

With schadenfreude in their eyes, they chatted excitedly with their partners, as if they had assumed the role of a policeman.

"I, I didn't do anything."

Pulled up from the ground by her hair, the girl showed a painful expression, and said in a crying voice: "I'm just begging here, I'm not stealing, please don't do this."

"Hmph, begging?"

Not only did the fat policeman not let go, but he pulled the girl even higher.

Ignoring her struggle, the fat policeman said with an angry face: "The best end is for a parasite like you to starve to death in the outskirts. Even the International Starter Monitoring Organization doesn't want you, so what are you alive?" necessary?"

Typically, the International Starters Oversight regularly takes in stray cursed children for added control.

This is also why they can assign new starters to facilitators at any time.

But this organization does not accept anyone. They will only accept those cursed children who have fighting gastrula genes or have special abilities in some aspects.

Therefore, most of the cursed children wandering outside are very weak and can be bullied by slightly stronger adults.

As for them who are unable to survive alone, besides begging, the only way to keep them alive is by stealing.

But no one will sympathize with them.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Honjo Nia pursed her lips, her eyes became deep.

Chapter 8 Brave girl, go and create a miracle

In this situation, after the girl saw that the world she was in was a pitch-black bullet, she was already ready to encounter it.

In this world, especially in Tokyo, people have almost zero tolerance for cursed children.

But seeing such a scene happen in front of her with her own eyes, the girl's heart still couldn't restrain her anger.

Maybe it's because the police have done too much, or maybe it's because the character of the real Honjo Nia has affected her, just like when she played Tokisaki Kurumi in the last world, she had no sense of killing people.

Girls in this world seem to be much more emotional.

This made her have to forcefully control her emotions and calm herself down.

"Young man, don't you think this scene is very similar to the plot in Shirogane's Bullet?" Honjo Niya asked, "The plot in the middle of the second volume is exactly the same as it is now."

"Why are you mentioning your comics at this time?" Satomi Rentaro's face looked a little ugly, "Now is not the time to discuss this."

"When the protagonist, Falma, was buying ingredients on the street, he saw two patrolling knights brutally lynching a wandering half-magic girl, because the half-magic girl stole the food, and the people around did not One person extended a helping hand, but they were all sneering, so in order to defend his own justice, Falmar killed the two knights."

Bentiao Erya asked self-consciously as if he didn't hear what he said, "Young man, do you think Falma is doing the right thing?"

"Justice is not an excuse to use violence. If everyone vents their justice in a violent way, order will cease to exist." Satomi Rentaro said in a sad tone, "In such a world, order is the foundation of human civilization. The last reason for the continuation, if the order is challenged for their own justice, the whole world will fall apart."

"But what if such an order is based on the sacrifices of others?" Honjou Niya asked in a cold tone, "Is it necessary for such an order to exist?"

"..."

Satomi Rentaro opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But the scene in front of him made him unable to say any reason.

Finally, he smiled wryly: "I don't know, I've always wanted to find the answer, but to this day, I still don't know how to answer."

"But you, who don't have an answer, still think Falma's method is wrong?"

"His justice is nothing more than countering violence with violence, which in the end only leads to more violence."

"Then what is your justice?" Honjo Erya looked at him, "Stand by and watch?"

"I......"

For an instant, Satomi Rentaro clenched his fists tightly.

Hontiao Niya's words pierced through his disguise like a sharp arrow, hitting his weakest point sharply.

"But what can I do?"

Satomi Rentaro loosened his fist again, and his voice was full of exhaustion: "Rush up to confront the two policemen and save the child? Then they were arrested by the two policemen for obstructing official duties? Then let Yanzhu live alone? Wait Mugeng chipped in to pay the bail?

I have done it, I have stood up to protect the cursed children, and because of this, all the people around me have paid the price for my waywardness.

I can no longer let others bear the consequences because of my justice..."

Looking at Rentaro Satomi, who seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, Nia Honjo turned her head silently.

Satomi Rentaro was undoubtedly unlucky.

As a minor, he was forced into this sick society. His thinking was far more mature than ordinary people, but he was not mature enough.

He has power beyond ordinary people and can easily reverse the predicament, but it is not enough to reverse the values ​​of this society.

He was caught in the middle, he didn't know where to go, and he didn't know how to choose the right one.

Therefore, he can only follow the expectations of society and do what most people want him to do.

His heart yearns for justice, but in front of a huge society, his justice is not allowed.

Some have called him a hypocrite because, for whatever reason, he did not act out his justice.

But Bentiao Erya felt that he was just an ordinary person.

Ordinary people, isn't that what it is?

Even if there are different opinions, they still follow the trend.

Occasionally want to change something, but afraid of losing and daunting.

He doesn't want to admit that he is complicit in corruption, so he acts kindly when possible.

In the original book, Rentaro Satomi saw the police take a cursed child to a deserted place for brutal lynching, but he never came forward to stop it because he could not bear the price of his own justice.

But after the police left, he risked his life to send the dying cursed child to the hospital, even if it meant that he would have to pay a large amount of uninsured medical bills, and it meant that his life would become more and more difficult in the future. .

Is this pointless hypocrisy?