Don't do this again.
The delayed special medicine, the abandoned epidemic areas, and the countless people struggling in pain from the disease—
Repeating this cycle, repeating this pain.
Over and over again.
Five years of shouting at the top of one's lungs, the pain of killing one's own son with one's own hands - the truth and the response that people had been pursuing with all their might were buried in the dust along with the dry laughter, and no one could see the blood.
——If dawn does not come, how can we save the sheep in the bitter rain?
"wait--"
Su Mingan stretched out his hand towards his grandmother.
Don't be like that.
...You haven't waited to learn the truth about your daughter-in-law.
…You have not learned what your son has suffered in the Ark Project.
…You haven’t…haven’t lived with your granddaughter yet.
He saw the wrinkles on her face move slightly, and she turned her head and grinned at him among the tentacles all over her body.
Silver hair fluttered on the side of her face, like sheep's wool. Her pupils were a dull color, but she could see his clear reflection.
"You are a brave boy..."
Grandma said.
"Thank you……"
Thank you for pretending to be my son and letting him eat every last prawn.
Thank you for praising my dish.
I know, you kid,
You want to save me.
Thank you for your young and sincere hearts, and thank you for seeing an old lady like me. As long as there are people like you in this world, justice will not die.
Thank you, really...thank you very much.
The next moment,
Gunshots rang out, blood splattered everywhere. The unfinished building finally began to collapse due to the vibration, bricks fell madly, and the guards immediately retreated.
"It's going to collapse! Retreat! Retreat!" they screamed.
In the living room, the old grandmother, wearing the red flowered jacket her son had given her, leaned against a family portrait and half-used painting supplies, and closed her eyes.
Her body was covered with bullet holes, and her flowery jacket was completely stained red with blood.
She did not run away, nor did she heal her wounds.
Like her son, she closed her eyes, clutched the golden Medal of Honor on her chest, and repeatedly twisted her son's face in the photo with her fingers.
Su Mingan jumped off the balcony holding his granddaughter. The last thing he saw was a huge brick covering her white hair.
The prawns on the table were knocked over and fell down in dust and buzzing.
……grandmother.
He opened his eyes and saw the pale color completely disappear from his sight.
For a moment, he seemed to smell the scent of plum wine from his childhood again, and his eyes became hot, as if something was falling.
The heavy rain washed away everything.
"Dad, grandma...is she dead?"
The little girl in his arms choked with sobs.
Su Mingan hugged her and wiped the tears from her face.
He whispered in her ear.
"…'They' won't die."
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