[Locke placed his hands on his chest and made the sign of the cross.]
[He said, "Congratulations."]
[He looked up, and it was daylight.]
[The blazing sun, like a flame, is spreading its sunshine to this city. ]
"He was poor, he was a criminal, he was a tramp."
[“When he was on the verge of death, he opened his eyes and saw the light bestowed upon him by another world.”]
[“He has to have a chance to survive before the end of the game. He must not let that truck take his life.”]
[“He doesn’t want to be a humble vagabond. He wants to gain his own dignity.”]
[“Such a person, such a Locke…”]
The words stayed in front of my eyes for a moment, and then, blood-red sentences appeared one by one.
【“——Doctor, my dear doctor.”】
[“You think, in the white sand paradise, such a child.”]
[“Is it judged to be an existence that can be saved?”]
[“Or…unable to be treated, destined to become discarded social waste?”]
[“What this child has committed is an unforgivable sin.”]
[“…Or did it create a past that could not be buried?”]
[“Doctor, my dear doctor.”]
[“The doctor of Baisha who can heal a person’s soul and execute sinners, fair, kind, and saves the dying.”]
The words became brighter and brighter red, popping out little by little.
Like flowing blood.
…
[“Please make your decision tonight.”]
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