Page 369
Over there, rose vines were winding around several tombstones. The tombstones were a bit strange, not private tombstones, but group burial styles.
There are several statues of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the shape of naughty children standing around.
According to tradition, it means that the children who died in infancy are buried here.
Legend has it that if a child dies before adulthood, it is considered extremely unfilial to their parents, and the child will be punished by building a stone tower on the bank of the Sanzu River. The child can only be reborn into the Pure Land after the grief of their parents on earth fades and they forget about them.
Parents who cannot forget their children will ask Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to bless their children's souls to be liberated. The sorrow is left to the living, and the sins of the dead are all wiped out and they will go to a new reincarnation. Even if there is no blood relationship between the children in the next life, they still wish them to live happily.
But this grave is different.
Normally, a children's tomb cannot be a group burial.
"This is the grave of orphans who died young without parents. It should be a unified place for the town association."
Lingya said as he walked past Kotaro to the tombstone.
The town association is similar to the neighborhood committee in neighboring countries, but the town association is completely elected spontaneously and participates in the lives of town residents to a much greater extent than the neighborhood committee. It involves all aspects of daily life.
"These Ksitigarbha Bodhisattvas were not invited by the children's parents, but by the town association."
They died young before they knew what happiness was in this world, and there was no one even who cared about them.
"What are you hiding there for? Come out." Ling also shouted behind the tombstone.
Soon, a person walked out from behind the tombstone. To Kotaro's surprise, it was a little girl. Even younger than Ling, about seven or eight years old, probably the age when a kindergartener just entered elementary school.
When Ling saw the girl's face clearly, she felt that it looked familiar, but she couldn't think of where she had seen it before.
"Little girl, who are you? Why are you here?" Kotaro asked.
The girl held a pair of scissors in her right hand and a few flowers in her other hand. The bright red flowers were the plants growing on the vines.
Apparently she was picking flowers.
Wild flowers on the roadside cannot be picked. At this time, Kotaro had no intention of educating his children to cherish plants. He was just simply a little confused.
"My name is Kana." said the girl, without answering why she was picking flowers here.
Kana?
Just as Kotaro was about to further confirm the girl's identity, Ling also remembered the name.
No wonder she looked familiar. She had indeed seen Kana before! Wasn’t she the child from the Chunfengyuan Welfare Home?
A few days ago, when we were at the welfare home, Team Yamanaka mentioned her, and the director said that Kana was adopted by a rich man.
She must indeed be a rich person, because the clothes Kana was wearing were very beautiful. Even though Ling had no idea about this, she probably knew that this dress should not be cheap for people with average income in Tokyo.
The people who adopted her did not treat her harshly.
But why is she here?
When the sun sets, among the graves, the girl's face is also reflected by the bright red sunset, making her look strangely charming.
Chapter 387: God of Strategy
The girl hiding behind the tombstone held a pair of scissors in one hand and cut roses in the other. There were about ten bunches of roses, each with a vine attached, and they were very bright.
"Kana, throw away all those flowers."
The person who spoke was Reiya. She rarely spoke in such a commanding tone, so Kotaro was a little surprised.
But Kana didn't move, so Ling said it again.
Kana still didn't move.
She just smiled and talked softly to herself.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, nor did I know who they were talking to. Perhaps it was just some meaningless words. The evening breeze blew through the mausoleum, and unknown rose-like flowers fluttered in the wind, carrying the scent of pollen.
Ling didn't know what the flower was, but it gave her a bad feeling.
If she asked Gaia, she would probably give her the answer, because Gaia knew everything.
But Ling didn't want to trouble Gaia for everything.
What Gaia wants to protect is the Earth, and what she wants to protect is humanity. Gaia gave her light and never interfered with her choices. Forgiving her own willfulness is the greatest gift in Lingye's eyes.
When you ask for more, or even become dependent on others, you always feel that you will be punished.
In fact, when Ling first entered the cemetery, she already felt that there were no souls or anything like that here, but there was indeed some resentment lingering around.
At first, Ling also thought that it was the emotions left over after the dead here were unwilling to die and their souls passed away.
These emotions are like the fine sand on the beach of the Soul Sea. After returning to the Soul Sea and settling down, they become just a piece of scenery, but if they stay in the human world, they are foreign objects after all, and will cause some troubles in the present world.
But no. That is not the resentment of the dead.
At this moment, she discovered that all the resentment was concentrated on these flower vines.
"Kana, throw away the flowers!" Kotaro also ordered.
He was holding a ZAT gun in his hand, and of course he would not shoot at the girl, but there was nothing abnormal on Kana's face when the gun was pointed at her, and this was the biggest abnormality.
Kana still didn't throw away the flowers.
On the contrary, she stared at Lingye with a dazed look that didn't look like that of a seven or eight year old child.
"Oshima Reiya, I remember you. You are an orphan too, right? Shouldn't you be on our side?"
"us?"
Kana is an orphan, and so is Reiya, but the "we" Kana refers to is a plural number of people.
At first, Lingye thought she was talking about the Harukazeen Welfare Home, but soon realized that it was not. Lingye looked behind Kana, at the row of nameless graves.
So, Kana at this time is referring to these children.
"I thought you were different, Oshima-nee. But you and those adults are actually the same, right? You're not on our side."
At this point, everyone could sense that something was wrong with the girl.
The evening breeze was a little chilly. Kotaro wasn't sure if he should consider the other party an enemy, and Ling didn't make any moves for the time being.
Unexpectedly, Katsuragi Keima spoke.
"You keep talking so much. I don't know what you are talking about."
With the sound of his feet stomping on the sand, Katsuragi Keima passed Reiya. He took a few steps closer to Kana, facing this girl who looked unusual at first glance.
"So, you just don't have any friends and feel lonely, right?"
"You keep talking incomprehensibly, and you think you're cool? Humph, that's lame."
Katsuragi knew that kind of kid very well, because he was like that in the past.
He didn't know why he made such a move at this moment. Maybe he felt that the girl was very similar to his past self in some ways?
Until I met the game.
It doesn't matter whether others understand him or not. In the game, he can understand the whole world and become omniscient. He doesn't need to be suspicious or worry about being misunderstood by others.
He likes the world of code, where everything is black and white and knowable.
No, the word "like" is a bit shallow. He loves this world!
Kana's gaze shifted from Reiya to Katsuragi.
The gloomy look made Katsuragi feel like he was frozen.
He was indeed frozen, his feet suddenly unable to move, for no apparent reason, and he realized that he had encountered something beyond common sense.
"What do you want to say?" Kana asked.
Her voice was indeed that of a little girl, but it made people feel indescribably uncomfortable, like the sound of being pulled out of a pile of decay. Yes, it was like the sobbing of a dying person struggling hard.
Gui Mu swallowed, but surprisingly, his voice was still there, without even too much trembling, almost the same as usual.
This might be some kind of special ability, right? Gui Mu still had the leisure to think so.
No matter what happens, you can remain calm on the surface.
But in fact, this special ability is because no one has ever allowed him to reveal his inner thoughts over the years.
I have long been accustomed to the instinctive disguise.
"You hate others and feel that no one cares about you. You feel that you are the only one forced to bear the malice of the whole world. You feel that you are the most pitiful person in the world, so you want to take revenge on everything, right?"
Kana also showed a surprised expression.
What the older brother in front of her said was right. She was indeed enduring the malice bestowed upon her by fate. She thought she had finally found a human being who could understand her. If this was the case...
But Katsuragi's next words shattered her thoughts.
"That's just your fantasy!"
"No one will deliberately target you. You are not special enough to make the whole world show hostility to you. That is just your ego."
Feel that you are unique, whether you are the happiest or the saddest in the world.
That's all an illusion.
No matter what happens, you are just an ordinary person in the world, one more or one less is not too much. There are countless people happier than you, and countless people more miserable than you. You have never stood at the center of the world, but just in a remote corner.
"What do you know!"
Kana was strangely angry.
Gui Mu was not surprised, this was what he expected. Yes, these are all strategies!
Oh, yandere girl, did you think he had never seen this before? Wrong, totally wrong!
Isn't it Matou Sakura? Trapped in the miserable Matou family, she has to endure the disgusting insect magic every day, making her body crawl with maggots and even being stained by the black mud of the Holy Grail's despair.
But she was saved after all!
Even the most difficult third act, which was like heaven, was completed by Guimu in just 22 hours!
Yes, this is him, the God of Strategy!
Blind gentleness is useless. The protagonist's gentleness cannot save such girls. It will only make them fall into infinite self-pity, and then sink deeper and deeper. What is needed is to ruthlessly tear apart her disguise of a peaceful life, let her face the things she is avoiding, and then -
How to capture Matou Sakura, what is the next step...
Katsuragi recalled and suddenly realized that something was wrong. Wait, the next plot seemed to be that the protagonist was beaten up. The kind that was on the verge of death.
Shirou Emiya has the scabbard of the holy sword on him, an utopia far away from the world, no matter how hard he tries, it doesn't matter. But Keima Katsuragi doesn't have it!