Su Mingan stepped onto the high platform.

Under the mixed sky of blue and magenta, the black-haired girl stood in the swaying dusk. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stood firm. Her slender figure stood in a pool of blood, as if she was declaring war on fate.

"Xiao Shuai, do you know why our shelter is called Fenghuo?" Qiu Li said: "Our leader, he will lead us...towards a 'new century' without gods."

"People are afraid of the night, because at night it will be very cold, much colder than during the day...it will freeze people to death. Terrible beasts will become active, and many temporary gathering places like District 11 will be destroyed."

"But the leader, he is the eternal beacon in our eyes. As long as we stay with him and follow him, we will always have a future."

Su Mingan listened to her voice.

From her hopeful words, we can outline a wise, wise, courageous and decisive leader of Fenghuo who has great leadership charisma.

Through the cold wind, he saw the lively scene in the Beacon Fire Shelter.

Motorcycles speeding by, large trucks carrying supplies, people wearing cotton-padded clothes, sentries stationed at checkpoints...

Supplies require points to redeem, and identity verification is required to enter the shelter. People have warm clothes on their bodies, and there are no frozen bones on the roadside.

There are people coming and going in this shelter, and everything is orderly.

Qiu Li stood in the wind, her black hair rising in the wind, like ink on painting paper, exuding elegant and soft shades.

She did not forget that what she stepped on was her brother's blood.

She raised her feet slightly, and the remaining blood stains stuck to the soles of her shoes.

"No matter whether higher civilizations have evil intentions or good intentions, the world does not need gods," she said.

The demon fox mask was pinned to the side of her face. On the back of the mask was a small line of blessings, "Sister must live safely", which were the words her brother wrote before leaving.

She took off her mask and stared at the small words.

"If we want to continue the fire of mankind, we cannot submit to the higher civilization in the sky. One day... I will knock it off the altar and realize the world of our dreams."

At this point, she suddenly laughed.

That smile was more beautiful than all the other flowers. This was the most beautiful smile Su Ming'an had seen since he met her.

"From now on."

"...No one should be afraid of the coming night."

"This is our philosophy...and also my personal wish."

She tilted her face slightly, and her clear eyes reflected the magenta earth.

"Xiaoshuai." She said, "Are our ideas too far away?"

"No." Su Mingan said, "Very good."

Qiu Li wiped away her tears.

"Xiao Shuai, I know you must be very powerful. What the shelter needs most is scholars like you."

"..."

"I haven't made many friends before." Qiu Li smiled: "But you have an approachable temperament. You... are the first friend I have made this year."

Su Mingan was helpless, and her charm was worth the trouble.

"I'll show you my studio when I get back." Qiu Li raised her chin, her eyes bright: "I like painting very much. Although everyone says it's useless, I just like it. I always like it.

I feel that I am alive when I am holding the paintbrush. At other times, I am just acting to maintain body functions. Wouldn’t it be too boring if people lived just to live?”

Su Mingan was a little surprised. This is a great concept.

He didn't expect that a girl he met casually would have such thoughts.

Qiu Li squeezed the mask in her hand. She turned around with a smile and faced him: "You probably don't like the name 'Xiao Shuai'. I won't call you that in the future. Do you want a last name? You

I seem to have forgotten a lot of things, I can protect you from now on..."

"Uh, I think..." Su Mingan said.

At this time, Qiu Li suddenly took a step forward.

"Huh?" Su Mingan looked at her suddenly approaching.

Her eyes became stunned, as if she had seen something incredible. Within half a second, her eyes gradually turned into despair.

She seemed to want to turn around and run away, but in the end she stood still.

After a moment, her lips, which were always smiling, barely formed an ugly smile.

"But...the day has come." She said.

Su Mingan just wanted to turn around

"boom!"

There was a gunshot.

Qiu Li's figure fell in his direction.

She leaned on his shoulder, and the moist touch brushed against his cheek.

That's blood.

The bright red blood spurted from her forehead and splashed all over his face, causing a burning pain.

"Little handsome."

Her voice was almost breathy and barely audible.

"……remember me."

She couldn't say any more words.

The demon fox mask fell to the ground and broke in the middle. The bright red knots were scattered like dead scarlet butterflies.

Su Ming'an remained motionless, maintaining this posture quietly until her body gradually turned into nothingness.

White light rose from her body and rushed behind him.

…

[One day... I will not die like this. Silently and no one will remember me. 】

【Life is light and airy.】

…

He turned around.

The shooter was wearing goggles and his brilliant hair was flying in the wind.

Qiu Li was shot to death.

Only then did Su Mingan notice that the white light transformed by Qiu Li had a blood-red color.

He suddenly understood why Qiu Li always had hazy eyes and blurred memory.

…

[“The higher the ‘degree of assimilation’ with the gods, the easier it is for us to have confused thinking. This symptom is called deletion disease. It means losing oneself and becoming a completely different person from before. The patient must be treated in time.

Kill it, otherwise it will infect others.】

[After they die, their bodies will be stained with blood-red light.]

…

【Xiaoshuai.】

【I don’t want to die...】

…

【If I die, will you remember me?】

…

She already knew she would die.

And, just recently.

It just happened to be this day that she was discovered.

When she just made new friends, when she just wanted to think about life.

There is no problem in shooting Qiu Li, it is "right". The missing person will infect others and must be eradicated in time. The person who shot him is not wrong.

She just...lived in a less than peaceful era.

Then... I got a bad illness.

Under the magenta dusk, the long beige hair of the shooter shone with a red light, as if blending with the slowly setting sun in the sky.

Smoke floated from the muzzle of the gun. The shooter took off his goggles, revealing a pair of blue eyes. She was a beautiful, dignified woman.

When she saw Su Mingan, the woman smiled.

She suddenly threw off the heavy protective clothing on her body and rushed towards Su Ming'an as if embracing the sun.
To be continued...