Chapter 1259 Two Similar People

Dark Circle didn't know, and Dark Circle was very confused, but this did not prevent Dark Circle from feeling that part of the reason why Hong Tu was angry was because of itself.

Isn't it because it has been clamoring to collect Maga monster cards recently and made the Red Devil feel annoyed?

No way, it asked for other monster cards before, and the Red Devil was never angry.

The Dark Circle became even more confused.

So what exactly made the Red Devil angry?

The Dark Circle is wronged, the Dark Circle is confused, and the Dark Circle is at a loss.

So the Dark Circle quieted down, pretending to be an ordinary, dumb, thoughtless Ring.

Hong Tu: "..."

Hong Tu rubbed his forehead and sighed.

"Forget it, let's go back first."

…

The next day, Hong Tu saw something interesting on the news.

It was an opposition demonstration organized by humans, and the target was Orb.

This matter needs to start from the first time Orb used Belial's card.

Although Orb, who was controlled by the dark power at that time, defeated the monsters, most of the city was destroyed, and some of it was even caused by Orb himself.

At that time, some people who suffered heavy losses directly resented Uub, and even believed that Uub's appearance attracted monsters.

It was also from that time that a voice opposed to Orb appeared on the Internet.

And in this Galatron incident, someone caught Naomi and spread the word, saying that Uub can no longer be regarded as a friend of mankind. This time he ignored the safety of the hostages, and next time he will fight to destroy the monsters. Let’s hurt humans together!

This theory actually quickly attracted a large number of people, and some even submitted letters of protest to the upper echelons of mankind.

They never thought about how many times Orb had saved them. The only thing they could see was the damage caused by Orb.

Today is the day when this incident broke out. Countless reporters are talking about this news, interviewing passers-by, interviewing upper-level human beings, and some even rushed to the hospital and tried to interview Naomi.

But they missed it, and Naomi was naturally not in the hospital at the moment.

She was taken to an empty warehouse by Kai, which was also Kai's usual place to stay.

She woke up from the hard wooden board and turned around to see Kai sitting beside her.

"Kay?"

"Naomi," Kai's voice sounded apologetic and disappointed, "I'm sorry, I got you involved again. Even your most cherished treasure only has this last one left..."

He was holding the last of the Russian matryoshka dolls in his hands. He remembered Naomi saying that this was a talisman passed down from generation to generation in their family.

But now... there is only this last one left.

"I obviously don't want to hurt anything important anymore, but misfortunes will happen to everyone I'm with."

Kai and Jakura are very similar.

Not their beliefs, nor their code of conduct, but their hearts.

Kai seems to be strong, pursuing that almost impossible belief, but his heart is actually extremely fragile, and his failure to protect Natasha has become a nightmare in his heart, which has obscured his light. The haze has also made him more fragile. Now he no longer dares to own the things he wants to protect. He is afraid of losing them again and is afraid of being unable to protect the treasures he cherishes.

Jakura seems to be rational, but in fact he is more easily swayed by emotions. He lacks the firm belief like Kai. He only looks stable and strong, but inside he is more confused than Kai. His goal was to gain the power as powerful as Ultraman, so he climbed to the top of the Heroes. However, once he was rejected, he suddenly lost his direction. He didn't know where to go or what else he could do. He was obsessed with his failure, unwilling to lose to Kai, and unwilling to admit that he was not as good as Kai. He could only focus on proving that he was stronger than him, even though he clearly knew... Kai was stronger than him. Not power.

This was something none of them noticed.

But there are always people who can sense their vulnerability.

For example, Hong Tu watched everything and saw all the truth.

Also like Naomi who heard Kai's words now.

"No!" Naomi denied Kai's words, "I don't know who you are or what secrets you have, but I want to be with you. This is my own decision!"

The girl boldly said something like a confession: "Because I believe in you!"

She walked closer to Kai, squatted down, looked at the last Russian matryoshka doll in Kai's hand, and wrapped Kai's hand with her own hands: "My mother brought this to the ward, saying it was left by my great-grandmother. Amulet, I’ll give you this last doll.”

"There's nothing inside..." Kesha said gracefully.

"No," Naomi shook her head, "The last one contains hope."

hope?

Kai looked at the little doll in his hand and held it tightly.

Hope...?

"Kai, what do you think of Uub?" Naomi thought of Jakura's words, "Although everyone says that I was injured because of Uub, I don't think so. I'm not doing well now. Really? So Uub also saved me."

Kai was startled: "But it's obviously..." It was Mr. Hong who saved you.

"Love is born in clasped hands." Naomi interrupted.

"What's the meaning?"

"This is what my mother said," Naomi looked at Kai. "It is said to be the last words of my great-grandmother. She is from Lusaka, and the amulet is her relic."

"People from Lusaka?" Kai's eyes moved, it was really a familiar name...

He fell into silence, and Naomi looked at him quietly.

After a long time, Naomi, who was bored, started humming the song.

The familiar melody suddenly woke up Kai. He looked at Naomi's back in shock, and for a moment he seemed to overlap with a certain figure.

Instinct urged him to lower his head, then slowly opened the last doll in his hand, and saw the "hope" inside.

It was a folded photo, and from the folded corner, Kai could vaguely glimpse a familiar face.

He took out the photo and unfolded it, and the photo was completely displayed before his eyes.

In the black and white photo, a girl from Lusaka is back to back with a man playing the harmonica, with a familiar smile on her face.

Kai's eyes turned red again, and a tear fell down from the corner of his eye.

"Natasha..." The figure who had been affected by his battle and disappeared in the light of the fire...

"Didn't you die in that explosion..." He looked at Naomi's back, "Naomi is a descendant of Natasha..."

This young man who has experienced countless battles and witnessed countless life and death cried silently in the song.

He should have thought of it a long time ago, when he drank the bowl of mushroom soup with a familiar taste, when the girl mentioned the dream, when he heard the girl humming for the first time...

Today’s small theater:

Hong Tu: I’m a little angry, but not because I was deceived, but because my son fell into the darkness without knowing it, and I had a share of the credit for it.

Jakura:...?

Dark Circle:? ? ?

Kai: ...It has nothing to do with me...right?

Hong Tu: Don’t even think about running away.