Chapter 116 Because I Can Do It (Third Update)

——Paradise Bird chose to believe in Alice.

She lost a lot of blood and became extremely weak. She fell to the ground rather than lying down.

next moment.

The moment before the bullet entered Alice's abdomen...

The oncoming cone-shaped explosion blew the man away!

When Alice deliberately adjusted the angle, the psyker who was lying on the ground and looking over was also blown away!

Alice's own body and the steel plate at the bottom of the blasting vest had blocked the shock wave in this direction as much as possible...but her body shattered and disappeared, and no pieces hit the Paradise Bird behind her.

However, at this distance... even if it was just the aftermath, it almost tore the thin clothes on Paradise Bird's body to pieces, and her back was covered with scars in an instant.

And Russell emerged at the center of the explosion.

As soon as he appeared, he immediately fell to his knees - the injuries to his lower back and spine made him completely unable to stand, and when he appeared in a standing posture, the injuries to his spine were aggravated.

But at least... the enemy was dealt with.

His psychic powers haven't cooled down enough to transform into a barber...and even if he could, he wouldn't do it. It's just too dangerous.

Russell gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and tried his best to crawl towards the Paradise Bird to confirm her injury.

It would be best if we could save people too...

"Paradise Bird...how are you doing!"

Russell called her name, but got no response.

He crawled over with difficulty using his arms... With every step he took, he felt increasingly intense pain in his lower back, and the spilled blood left a long trail on the ground.

When he finally came into contact with the Paradise Bird, he confirmed that she was still breathing and had just fainted. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But Russell soon realized that the bird's blood pressure was a little too low.

Although she didn't shed much blood... the last spear thrown before was still too reluctant.

She has reached the limit of being able to hold on until now.

If I just fall asleep like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up.

"hateful……"

…If only I had healing powers.

This thought came to Russell's mind.

Whether it's his own injury or the bird of paradise...

"This is obviously a battle that has nothing to do with you..."

In the previous scene where the Bird of Paradise was attacked by Familiar, Russell could understand what happened just by looking at it.

After she destroyed those chips, she could evacuate safely.

There was no need for her to save the little magpie.

Although Xisang is Strangler's trusted assistant, he has nothing to do with Paradise Bird.

If she hadn't revealed her identity as an angel, she wouldn't have been turned around and killed by Quan Shu who was running for her life. And he would do this partly because of his fear and hatred of angels...and partly because of Russell himself.

In other words, it’s because Quan Shu wants to undermine the “godfather” status of “Barber”.

This is all because of myself...

"Damn it!"

...Watching the Paradise Bird gradually lose its life, Russell's body couldn't help but tremble.

-Is there anything else I haven't noticed?

——Is there anything else I can do?

The pale flames in his pupils gradually ignited, and he looked around.

Just fire, smoke, and blood. He and the Bird of Paradise fell together, soaked in blood like two corpses.

And the paradise bird opened its eyes at this time.

There was only peace and contentment in her eyes.

At the moment when the eyes of Paradise Bird and Russell met, strange memories flowed into Russell's mind along the line of sight.

Russell was stunned.

He seemed to be standing in front of someone else's hospital bed.

It was a shabby bed, the likes of which Russell had never seen uptown.

A kind-faced old man with a halo above his head stood next to the other party.

The sense of compassion and tranquility that comes from his heart is several times greater than that of a bird in paradise.

And he didn't have that kind of halo above his own head.

"Dad, is he dead?"

A childish voice sounded.

"Yes, Hua Yu. He is dead."

Although he was called "Dad", the extremely old voice sounded calmly: "If I could have arrived earlier, he might not have to die."

"He died...is it our fault?"

The paradise bird named "Hua Yu" murmured somewhat ignorantly.

"It's the fault of the people who killed him that he died. But I couldn't save him, and I feel guilty... because I could have done better."

The old man whispered and pulled the Paradise Bird away without hesitation.

"...Are we leaving now, Dad? Not waiting for his family to come back?"

"Because there are other people to treat."

The old man lowered his eyes and shed two tears slowly.

But his voice did not waver at all, his hand holding the bird of paradise was strong enough, and his pace was steady and fast: "I can't stop, I'm not allowed to stop.

"I am very sad, but I am not allowed to be immersed in sadness. People die every second in this world... but if I can be fast enough and strong enough, I may be able to save more people."

"Since we can't save everything...why do we need to save him?"

“Because I can do it. So I won’t give up.

"Remember, Hua Yu. Even saving one person is meaningful. No life should die."

Memories are shattered in a daze.

What appeared in front of Russell's eyes again was the old man who had stopped breathing.

The old woman stood behind her, sobbing softly.

The paradise bird held the old man's dim halo and pulled the old woman's sleeves.

In a heartbreaking voice, she murmured in a low voice: "Mom...can I cry for five minutes, just five minutes..."

"Hua Yu..."

The old woman hugged her and the two cried together.

The world is broken again.

What is placed in front of the Paradise Bird is the portrait of the old woman.

"Aren't you going to cry, Bird of Paradise?"

A boy with a gunshot wound to his arm asked sitting across from her.

The Paradise Bird calmly shook his head and lowered his head to treat the boy's wounds.

“It is far more important to prevent the living from dying than to grieve for the dead.”

She said softly: "If I can't maintain a normal mentality, my mistakes may cause more people to die...Okay, your wounds have been taken care of."

"...I don't understand that."

The boy shook his head and touched his bandaged arm: "I only know that when you are sad, you have to cry."

"I'm always sad, but I don't have that many tears to shed."

"But your name is Paradise Bird?"

"That's because I wish I lived in paradise."

She chuckled and whispered: "If no one in the world died due to misfortune... Such a world would probably be a paradise.

"...I really want to be a bird in the paradise world."

Then, the world in front of him solidified and suddenly shattered——

The whole world was shattered into countless pieces, all of which were pure white.

Every fragment is about seeing someone die in front of you.

The Paradise Bird is only fourteen years old and has already witnessed the deaths of more than a hundred people.

...It turns out, she is not an angel.

Russell understood.

Her "father" is the angel, and she is just the successor.

In order to deal with those poisonous chips, she would rather risk her life to come to the meeting...

In order to save the lives of others whom I don’t know well, I would rather expose my identity in danger...

"……I see."

Russell was touched and murmured in a low voice: "I will save you no matter what... Hua Yu."

Even if his identity is exposed.

Even if his psychic powers are exposed.

Just like you did when you saved me...

I want to do...the same thing as you.

——Because I want to do it.

Because I can do it—

The world is gradually stripped of color, leaving only a frame of nothingness.

And the broken halo not far away was shining with bright white light.

Russell stretched out his hand, and the broken halo turned into a stream of light and sank into Russell's body.

Russell's eyes once again turned into the mourning hall burning high and low white candles.

In the third photo frame, a warm white light shines.

Like the light on the bird of paradise.

It's like the light on the old man.

What emerged in the light was a middle-aged man with short white hair, lowered eyes, and a halo on his head...a compassionate face, a sad expression, and two lines of clear tears flowing from his eyes.

He looked at Russell outside through the photo frame, his eyes seemed to be filled with relief.

After thinking about it, it was a bit unethical to break the chapter for two consecutive days, so I wrote another chapter to tell you that the birds in the paradise are not dead... but I ended up writing it at four in the morning.

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