The snow covered the mountain village. On the days when the cherry blossoms could not bloom, she returned her wish to stay here. She hoped that Sakurako could forget her and that revenge past.

Unfortunately, the copper coins she threw were made of evil, so how could she pray to the gods?

Before leaving, Sakurako recited a Buddhist saying, and white snowflakes fell on her.

She will continue to wait, but no one will come back.

When she first walked out the door, her figure gradually disappeared in the growing snow.

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Human beings have not returned to Earth. I don’t know whether they have not received the news of B3068, or they have lost in the boundless universe, or they have found a new livable environment and are not ready to come back.

In short, humans have not returned to Earth.

This lonely planet is still lonely, silent, drifting in the empty starry sky.

The only difference is that it is already green and new life has covered the ruins.

When she first came here, the surrounding environment had become unfamiliar. She should have returned to the city where she once lived with B3068, but this place was no longer what she remembered.

Green vines and shrubs climb and grow between high-rise buildings and cracks on the road. You can still see traces left by humans on the roadside, but they are all too dilapidated. For example, the wreckage of cars, rusty water ducts, etc.

Chu followed the road with his own memory.

She passed by the church in the ruins. For some reason, the bells in the church were not yet preserved by time and were still well preserved. In the occasional wind, the sound of the sacred bells would be emitted.

She stood at the door of the first church for a while until another bell rang and she walked in.

There was almost no change in the church, with the scattered benches, the light falling from the windows on both sides, the murals on the walls, and the colorful glows on the wasteland.

There was still the bracket in front of the mural, and the thick book was placed on it.

At first I still vaguely remember the contents of the book. The book tells the story of a villain created by God's will who became a messenger, just like her origin.

When she first walked to the book, she opened the book again. At this time, she found that the book had a follow-up.

The following reads:

"Until the evildoers bear the sins of a world, God's will gives the evildoers a choice, which allows the evildoers to leave and promises to give the evildoers all the good and most happy life. However, when the door to new life is opened, the evildoers make a decision that cannot be solved by God's will.

The evildoers chose to stay because the sin has not yet disappeared.

The evildoer was made a villain because of his sins, but is she really a villain? Or are those innocent people all holy and noble? No one knows this.

Oh, great Lord, is anyone praying for the evildoer, even if it is only for less punishment for your sin, if not, allow me to pray to you here.”

I don’t know who wrote it in this article. In theory, there should be no one in this city anymore.

Chu closed the book gently and did not go into it. She also believed that staying would be the right choice for the villain.

Because that might be a kind of redemption.

Chu stood silently in the church for a while, and then walked outside through the light that fell on the ground. After all, she did not come to pray this time, but to meet someone.

Following the unknown memory, she walked for a long time, and finally found the hut on the grass.

The decorations in the hut are still the same as before, but some dust and marks of time are piled up.

By the side of the room, the huge war robot was still lying there, carrying the life that grew on it.

Chu walked down the path in front of the cottage, and finally in the middle of a grassland, she met the person she came to meet, an old friend of her.

B3068 sat there quietly, without the light green light in his eyes when he first met, it became even more worn. After all, I don’t know how many years have passed, and even the parts on its body have become rusted.

Chu looked around for a while, but couldn't find the painting she left here when she left. It was probably blown away by the wind, who knows.

Anyway, if you can't find it, you can't find it.

I sat down and was next to B3068.

It was getting late at this time. She looked up and saw the stars in the night sky. This was the most beautiful scenery in the ruins, at least she thought so at first.

With a look of nostalgia in his eyes, Chu turned slightly and leaned against B3068's shoulder.

"Hmph, hum~"

She hummed the tune in her memory with that hoarse voice.

The light wind blew the grass leaves and the soft humming sounded hoarse and beautiful in the wind.

Until the morning of the next day, the old robot ushered in the sunshine alone as before.

That night, I returned its company.

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The fog capital is always so mysterious and beautiful, especially on its riverside, where the cool river breeze always blows people's hearts.

The river lingering with fog is so romantic that it almost becomes a sacred place for young people to date.

Of course, for some elderly people, this place is not such a romantic place.

Once upon a time, there were corpses and blood flowing through the river every day, but it was a long and long past. Nothing from those times was left behind.

However, the old church on Second Avenue should be considered one of the rare things left by time.

Whether it is a church or the old priests in the church, they can be called old antiques. Almost no one remembers when they were there, and no one knows how long they have been there, only knows that at least nearly a hundred years have passed.

The church was empty, only the old priest who could not hear much of the sound stood in the small compartment of the confessional room.

She walked in from outside, wearing a wide black robe, silently walked into the compartment of the confessional room, only a window away from the old priest.

She seemed to want to repent but said nothing. She just stood there quietly, with the flowered window covering her cheeks.

It should have been a while since then, another person walked in from outside. The church today was really lively, and two people came to pray.

This time the person came in was an old man with pale hair and a cane standing in his hand.

His name is Lawrence, and he is an old acquaintance of this church. For many years, he always comes here to pray and always read the same slogan.

Even the old priest may have known him.

The old man named Lawrence sat on the church bench, closing his eyes and opening his mouth as before.

"Loving Father, I thank you for sending your messenger to salvation me when I was a sinner. Now I am old, but I will continue to pray. I pray to you to give light to that messenger; I pray to relieve the confusion for that messenger; I pray to forgive the messenger's faults. I pray to you, Amen..."

The old man prayed that there was no other sound in the church except his low voice.

In the confessional room, two people listened to his sermons.

It’s just that one cannot hear one’s ears and the other cannot speak, and it cannot be lenient for him.
Chapter completed!