"This concert is the same, right?" Ayumi asked suddenly. "I heard of some strange things, such as the sponsor..."

"Of course, although this concert was held by a private charity organization, everyone knows who is in charge of this organization." Qianyu nodded, which recognized Arimi's so-called [rumor]. "But then again, although this sponsor has a national background, it cannot be denied that the hesitation is indeed unpleasant - they are clearly capable of solving these things, but they hesitate so much, even deliberately delaying."

After saying this, he glanced at the whipster who was still beating the Tutsi people.

As if he felt Qianyu's gaze, the whipster also turned his head.

But his eyes were directed at a window of the white building behind the two soldiers.

The superiors have told him that this performance must be seen by the Belgian chief of the peacekeeping force with his own eyes, and it is best to stimulate the other party's emotions and irrational actions and create favorable conditions for future international public opinion.

But he seemed to be a little too obvious, because at least Ayumi saw that his motivation was not pure.

"His eyes were looking at that building? And the sound of whipping, my fingers and parts seemed a little absent-minded... Is it to perform to attract the attention of someone in the building over there?"

"Well, yes, probably for the commander here?" Qian Yu didn't even look at where the whipster's gaze was looking. "Romeo Antonius ire (former president of the Royal Military Academy of St. John of Canada, Brigadier General Dallaire), now he is the commander of the entire peacekeeping force, trying in vain to beg for a small neutral area such as the airport from the fronts of both sides."

Just now, a commotion suddenly occurred on the whipstick platform.

"He pretends to be dead!"

"Beat him to death! Since he pretends to be dead, beat him to death!"

When Chiayu and Arimi focused their eyes in that direction again, they found that an old man seemed to be exhausted and fainted - but the whipster began to whip him even more desperately.

"I have an idea that it will work well for those who pretend to be dead." Suddenly, such a voice sounded in the crowd.

A white-haired old man in a military uniform that seemed to be a long time ago walked out with a gun. "Will the people who pretend to be dead, let them become true?"

"This is..." The whipster was a little surprised, but immediately brought respect after seeing the specific style of the military uniform - although this was not part of the plan, he just wanted to do this. "Are you an old senior who fought for Hutu's independence?" (That was the military uniform of Rwanda around 1962)

"Let's just do something. I've been working hard for the first half of my life to those French-speaking dogs (Tusi and a considerable number of Belgians speak French, while Hutus receives local Swahili education)..." As he said contemptuously, the old man turned his head and glanced at the white soldiers who looked at this side through the barbed wire. "I started to participate in the overseas Boy Scouts in Belgium at the age of nine and were responsible for propaganda. At the end of the war, I began to receive American Boy Scout training. After the founding of the country, I spent several years in the army with security, and then retired in a hurry - but there was no war there at that time. I was very distressed because I thought I would never use the things I learned again."

"But in the end I found the meaning of my existence, that is, to protect the people and dignity of our Hutu people. We defeated Ubuhake, we defeated Uburetwa, and we will continue to defeat those bastards who were trembling in front of us and thought they could escape the blood debt!"

(Both Ubus were early policies, a policy of the Tutsi to the Hutu people managing in a tenant-like manner.)

"It should be fine to hand over the life of this old ghost who pretended to die and wanted to escape the quarrel, right?" The old man took out a pistol and asked the whipster in this way. "I still want to take away this guy who once acted like a mighty guy."

"Of course, you are the hero of our Hutu people, and of course you have the right to do this." The whipster was overjoyed and hurriedly signaled that the other party could do this. "Come on, everyone, look carefully, blood debts will be paid for blood!"

"Does there any children who want to come with me?" And at this moment, the old man showed a kind expression. "It's better to be a child who wants to take the opportunity to take revenge."

"Can I?" A crisp childish voice came into the old man's ears. Just as he was looking for the crowd, he found that the child was finally lifted up by a young man next to him.

"Count my share!" The young man was inspired by this and sent the child to a place further ahead, and another middle-aged woman naturally took over the child. "Count my share of the poor child!"

"Including my parents who were executed by them!"

"Including my husband who was beaten to death!"

"Including the property I snatched away by them!"

With the accumulation of various old hatred accounts like this, the child was eventually delivered to the front desk.

"I originally thought it was a bit risky to let children do this, but now judging from these old accounts that need to be settled, it is better to let children remember these things firmly from an early age." He raised the child who looked less than 10 years old with the whipster looking at his ragged clothes. "Child, what did they do to you?"

Just as he was talking about this, he suddenly noticed that the child had a delicate jewelry hanging around his neck that was obviously not consistent with the torn clothes.

"This is part of the remains of my mother," the child's words made the whipster's originally kind-hearted expression stiff. "They took my mother away, but they returned only a stack of money and a stone like this."

"Is that... a gem?" Ayumi in the distance could not see clearly what it was - in fact, even if she could see clearly, she could not recognize it.

"No, that's the ashes." Qianyu's answer to her seemed a little unsettling. "To be precise, it was the ashes ornaments, the re-carved ornaments made by the cremation of the ashes... Maybe after beating his mother to death, he used the equipment of the high-end people to make a little extravagant compensation, although it was a sarcastic one, right?"

Although it is objectively generous to pay for money to make money on others’ faces, it is quite subjectively emotionally...

"Come on, child," the old man sighed, walked to the child who was put down, helped the child open the pistol security step by step, and aimed at the old man who was trapped on the stake in a passive posture even now, as if he was a dead body. "That's a Tutsi, tell me, what are you going to do?"

Responding to him was the sound of firing caused by the child pulling the trigger with a gritted expression. The first bullet hit the old man's carotid artery, but the arterial blood seemed to have lost power, but it was slowly flowing down under the traction of gravity.

After seeing this scene, the whipster's brow frowned, and then looked at the old man as if he realized something.

The old man glanced at him with his eyes, but said nothing, but finally communicated with the whipster who understood it in a tacit way.

But Arimi seemed to have not realized anything, and even the helplessness flashed across Qian Yu's face next to her was not successfully captured.

But soon, Qian Yu's helplessness turned into embarrassment of being caught.

"Although it may be a bit sudden, but the time is over. If Ayumi doesn't go home, it will be too late, right?" Ai Haibara's cold voice came from the sky.

"As for the classmate of Kiriya..." Ai Haibara's voice seemed a little hesitant when he mentioned Chiyu. "Forget it, nothing."

Qianyu's expression immediately became stiff, and his body image also turned into nothingness after Ai Mei, who was next to her, suddenly disappeared.

【Cocoon】Program operation ends

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Two minutes ago, when the veterans began to attract the attention of the whipsters and audiences.

"Does these plots have any verified origins or rumors in history?" Ai Haibara looked at the screen and asked Hoshino Kaede. "Or, are these all imagined by Kiri himself?"

"I think, maybe there may be similar rumors, but I didn't listen to it-" Hoshino Kaede seemed to realize something and began to use a slower speed to gain more time to think for himself.

"You should know everything he knows, especially non-professional things, right?" But Ai Haibara obviously doesn't like this. "In other words, these are all things he imagined, right?"

"..." Hoshino Feng was silent. He nodded reluctantly until Ai Haibara looked at him. "I think, maybe it is, but this is to help the little girl be there..."

"On ordinary people, they wouldn't be able to build such a scene in this way, right?" Haibara Ai asked. "Will you design such a scene?"

"Okay, maybe not..." In the end, Hoshino Kaede was forced to admit Ai Haibara's point of view. "This scene is somewhat unsuitable for children to see, and may leave a psychological shadow."

Just as they were talking here, the child shot.

"If we follow that lyrics, there should be no next scene that Ai Mi needs to see, right?" Haibara Ai seemed familiar with the reasons why Chiaha designed these scenes and showed them to Ai Mi, and made such a conclusion with a very confident attitude. "So, let's do it, I feel cold on my back after watching these things for a second."

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Chapter completed!