It took Soshyan two seconds to guess why this lady wanted to hide the photo in her hair. Someone must have done a full body check on her before coming here, and she was so hesitant because someone had warned her not to say anything.
Say some bad things.
Looking at the little faces covered in dust and dirt and the eyes that were almost losing their luster in the photos, Soshiyang suddenly wanted to cry and laugh, and finally turned into a strong murderous intention -
—
He wanted to kill people until the breath he was holding in his chest was released...
He could almost simulate it in his mind. These children under ten years old worked in the factory for 14 to 16 hours a day. The overloaded and high-intensity labor made them exhausted. Sometimes they fell asleep without even having the energy to eat.
And their working environment is like hell, with crude factory buildings, poor ventilation, deafening roars of machines, and dirty and hot air that destroy their young bodies. Disease, pain, and death follow them everywhere.
Maybe it was just a distraction or a nap, and they would be sucked into the roaring machine and crushed to pieces by the huge gears and pistons...
If the meaning of life is only the faint scream in the roar of the machine, then what right does it have to ask them to worship, believe in, love, and fight for whom?
Soshyan suddenly felt very painful, unusually painful. He even envied warriors like Seth and Tiberius. They didn't have to think about this at all, and they didn't care about it, let alone understand it.
Just fight, kill, and rage like a weapon.
Even like Coze, picking up the butcher knife, killing everything, and burning everything down doesn't seem to be such a bad choice. At least he doesn't have to see anything and don't have to pay attention to anything. In a sense, it's better.
easy.
But he couldn't do this, and he couldn't do it. Even his reason told him that even killing those factory owners and managers was meaningless. It was not a problem of a few people.
He used to be proud of his reason and thinking, which he believed was the magic weapon for defeating many opponents, but now he somewhat hates this ability——
Perhaps it was just an instinctive action. Soshyan turned over the photo, only to find that there was content on the back.
It was a letter, written in very elegant writing.
After looking at it for a while, Soshyan closed his eyes and said:
"Hao Mo."
"exist."
Haoma, who was standing against the pillar to his right, immediately took a step forward, and Soshyan stretched out the letter to him.
"Read it out for everyone to hear."
Although he was a little confused, Haomo still put the weapon in his elbow, took off his helmet, and walked over to take the photo from Soshyan.
After just looking at it for two seconds, his brows immediately wrinkled.
"Read it out."
Hao Mo took a deep breath, suppressed the anger on his face, and then slowly said:
"Dear Grandpa Angel, my name is Aznar. I am writing to you. I wish you good health and ask the God Emperor to bless you with all the best. I am an orphan with no father or mother. I was born in Adidas leather shoes a long time ago.
Work in the factory, many of my friends work here, Little Wick, Ka, Yani... Originally there was also Weir, but she was taken away seven shifts ago. She was sold to the factory by her parents.
inside, but it seems that the factory owner sent her to another place. I heard it was because she was 13 years old. She kept crying before she left... I was beaten yesterday and I secretly slept in the maintenance room.
Xiaohui, I was too tired. The supervisor grabbed my hair, pulled me to the open space, and beat me hard with a work leather strap... The day before my eleventh shift, I was punished for doing something wrong.
For one part, the supervisor used a wrench to break off the little finger of my left hand. He always hit us with whatever he picked up... There was nothing to eat. In the morning, there was only water. The black water was still a little mushy. We took a 5-minute break.
We can only eat the second meal of glutinous rice during work...but there is always sand in the glutinous rice flour, and the gum socket is almost worn out. He always says that he has a toothache, and sometimes the pain is so painful that he hits his head with an iron can.
.”
Hao Mo's hands were shaking. He couldn't read anymore. Anger burned in his eyes and under his skin.
"Chapter Commander, let me kill these beasts!"
All the soldiers turned their heads to look at Soshyan, but Soshyan just closed his eyes and replied coldly:
"Finish reading."
Hao Mo took a few breaths and continued to read out the following words through gritted teeth.
"...Dear Grandpa Angel, show your mercy. The teacher said that you are the greatest hero in the world, sent by the God Emperor to bring mercy to all people. Please take us out of here and go anywhere.
, everyone may not be able to endure it anymore. Our eldest brother Rod, who used to take good care of us, died twenty shifts ago. His hand was caught in the machine. The supervisors kept shouting to protect the machine, and they used saws to cut him alive.
He was screaming in pain, and blood spurted everywhere. They didn't care about him at all... I am writing to you. I hope you can see it. My writing is ugly, so the teacher can only write it to us secretly at night.
In class, I always feel sleepy, and sometimes there is only one light and everyone is gathered together... The teacher is really nice and always secretly leaves us the food scraps that others threw in the classroom during the day, so that
We slept in the classroom instead of next to the smelly ditch. Everyone said she should be an angel too! Please have mercy on us unfortunate orphans, dear Grandpa Angel."
By the end of the reading, Hao Mo had begun to pant, and Soshiyang opened his eyes, a little dim, but more powerless.
He looked at the female teacher who was still choking and asked warmly:
"This letter was ghostwritten by you, right?"
"...Asnar...the letter can't be brought in...he..."
"I see, where is this boy now?"
"no no!"
She suddenly burst into tears, covered her face with her hands, and fell to the ground.
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Slowly lowering his body, he even knelt on the ground on one knee due to the inconvenience of wearing armor.
"What's wrong?"
"...Aznar...last night...told him that an angel came to this world...he was very happy...he had been working for 17 hours...he still used 1 hour
Wrote the letter...he said he wanted to dream about an angel...gave it the letter...and he fell asleep...sleeped...when the bell rang in the morning...I saw his eyes open
, staring straight up... as if through the ceiling and roof... to see where the angel should be..."
Soshyan pursed his lips and could only squeeze out two words.
"Feel sorry."
The teacher put down his hands and looked at Soshyan with tears streaming down his face.
"Sir, there are hundreds of millions of such children in the hive... They either have no parents and are sold to factories by orphanages in order to make a living, or they are sold to factories by their own parents, and they are treated like livestock...
It shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t be like this! Many of them died in high-intensity labor before they grew up, or were disabled due to accidents. Many of them will become gang members, thugs, and some when they get older.
Once a girl reaches age, she will even be sold to a brothel! Their family background may not be clean, and their background may be very humble, but sir, you must believe me, their character is definitely not the same as the dirt on their bodies! Absolutely! Their
Wrapped in dirty skin, there is still a simple and kind heart! They know better than anyone else how to help each other! They know how to take care of the weak better than anyone else, even if they themselves are also weak!"