##Multi-perspective unit drama^_^
A corpse that should have disappeared, a person who has lived for nearly fifty years...
"I offer my blood to my Lord"
"I will conquer the world with my flesh"
"I offer my soul as a sacrifice for eternal life."
This is his manifesto, this is his crime, this is his final argument...
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In the corner of the moonlit city, sparks flashed across the sky, and the fragile firelight swayed from side to side.
The biting wind quickly extinguished this spark.
Crack! Crack!
The sound of flints kept rubbing, but there was no flame.
"Hey friend! Can I borrow a fire... Uh... Matches? Forget it."
"Matches?"
"In this damn weather, you can't even light a kerosene lighter, let alone a broken wooden stick like yours."
What he said makes sense.
Damn it!
The fire light rose little by little, and the weak flames reflected everyone's faces.
The 'broken wooden stick' in his mouth was burning, showing no signs of burning out.
He stared at the faint light in a daze. He couldn't figure out what was so special about this match that it could burn so hard and desperately.
"What are you afraid of?"
The man was stunned when he heard this.
Yes, what is he afraid of? Is he afraid of the extinguished lighter or the struggling burning match?
Maybe I'm just afraid that no one can protect this little starlight...
"Friend, it's better to stay at home at night"
Facing the other party's advice, he smiled bitterly.
"Where is the home?"
He took a puff of cigarette and said somewhat self-deprecatingly.
At the same time, he noticed the blood-stained cuffs of the other party.
By the light of the fire, he saw... The angry demon jumping up along the flames...
In an instant, heavy rain covered the entire city...
At this point, the man thought of a question, what kind of fire will not be extinguished by rain?
Purpose: A heart of justice in an era of chaos
