[We wandered for a long time.]
Moyi brought Han to the forest. From above shone a white pure light from a Huge White Luminary. Here, in the forest, the same spotted flowers grew and six-winged butterflies flew. There were fewer of them than in the other two.
And the neighborhood of winding trees was given huge colored columns. From below, Gray, above Orange, Yellow, above them Red, Black, White and Green...
Green was the last color that mangaka could see. The tops of the columns disappeared into the foliage of crooked trees.
Han and Moyi met the eyes of the people in yellow and the ragged men in gray. The latter were the majority.
Running past, a boy in torn clothes tripped over a root.
Han grabbed the boy, saving him from a bloody nose. "Be careful, boy!" Mangaka put the boy on his feet, and he cheerfully ran away, shouting something at the top of his voice.
Moyi smiled. From the big-eyed book, the girl took out a bag. She passed it on to the people in yellow. They nodded and began handing out food to the ragged man in gray.
[These people seem to be very poor.] Mangaka remembered the colored pillars.
Moyi offered him a fruit. This fruit resembled an apple. Han studied the fruit from all sides. Iridescence of red, white and purple.
[If you think about it, these colors are very common in this world. White-black spots on the flowers. White, Red, Purple doors, three liquids had the same color. Also the lady in red, that little girl in white, Moyi in a purple cape and with a bow.] Han looked at Moyi. The girl pointed to the fruit.
"Treegho-li-chirahah. "
"Trigolai-cherihah to?"
Moyi repeated.
"Treegho-li-chirahah".
"Treegho-li-chirahah to? "
"Shtormeh".
Moyi stopped repeating.
"Hmm," Han chuckled, "Trigo-lai-chirahah." Mangaka was going to try the fruit. [In any case, she could have forced me to do it by force. Is it worth a try ... what if it turns out to be delicious or... will I experience the same sensations as Ki Bai? Do you remember that it seemed to him then that cats and the devil were dancing in his head?]
Han tasted a piece of fruit. The tongue luxuriated in the mouth, flowing around the sweet piece. Mangaka sighed. [God, this is it! My life is getting better. Who would have thought? Ha-ha-ha! It's a pity that Han, uncle and mother are not here... uncle and mother...]
Soon the taste of the fruit began to resemble decay. Han sighed heavily, looking at the ragged settlement. The boy who was helped by Han was helping his mother carry a basket of leaves. They are both smeared with dirt, but smiles shine on their faces.
Han looked away from them, gritting his teeth softly.
Mangaka paid attention to the logs. [This log house does not inspire strength.]
Next to the logs was the same flimsy, unfinished board, left vertically. The board is stuck in the ground, and the wind is about to fall on the logs. [Two unreliable things so close together? This does not look illusorily dangerous.]
Han shifted his gaze to the high ground. There was a bulky cart standing unattended. [There are a lot of people, and the cart is unattended. Isn't it just me, or is it very strange?]
The boy and his mother were collecting leaves and carrying them to another foliage near the log house. Han drew an invisible line from the cart to the log cabin. Mother and son crossed this invented line many times.
[If you choose the right moment and ... push the cart. This woman and the boy will have their bones broken. I assume that high-quality treatment is available only to people of the upper and middle classes. The result should be the death of this family…
Of course, I won't kill people. I'm not crazy, am I? Thoughts are just thoughts, sometimes it is difficult for me to control their insane flow, but thank God, my actions are subject to me.
It is necessary to point Moya to the cart so that it eliminates the danger... ]
Under a strong wind. A vile, inhuman voice swept past Han's ears. The cart creaked and went down the slope at full speed.
"No!!!" Han's heart was beating almost in death throes. In a panic, the mind went crazy, the sense of time was distorted. Fractions of seconds have become stretchable and understandable.
Han was thinking in a hurry.
[God, I won't let them die! No! What should I do? Should I call Moyi? Should her reaction be enough? And if not? This girl has never shown me a quick reaction! What then… Wait a minute? A log house... a board and ... a fruit? If I make a mistake, these people will die… My marksmanship isn't that good… Even though I loved playing baseball with my mother.
No... I have no right to make a mistake."
Han picked up the fruit like a baseball and took aim. Mangaka's heart was bursting veins and arteries, surpassing the critical volume of blood. Han felt that his body was about to explode with splashes of blood, but he continued to think and move at maximum speed, without even thinking.
"Aaahhh! Throw!"
Han threw. The fruit hit the board, knocked it down on a flimsily placed log house. The roar of screams. The trunks of felled trees fell on the front of fast rolling cart. Tools, boards and a man flew out of it…
"What the...?" The unconscious body fell right on the sharp branches. "He..." Han fell into the darkness of empty dreams, caught up by Moyi.
The boy and the woman looked with shock and surprise at the collapsed log house. Other people were no exception, even Moya. But Moya's shock was endless, she immediately took out medicinal products.
The boy looked body who laid on the sharp branches. Little boy was crying. "Paoh..."
<- - ->
The old man was nervously rubbing his hands. [Hold on, Little Brother Han! Soon, very soon, we will see each other again.]
"Are the treatment specialists ready? In case of incorrect movement, only a part of the whole can fly."
"We need to expand the travel zone just in case," the young man with brown hair asked.
"Good idea, Kennedy."
"So, comrades, let's get started. My brother is very scared right now, perhaps he has met a dangerous enemy, got into a hopeless situation and pray to all the gods... Well, brother, my comrades and I will fulfill your prayers."
Old Bingo clenched his fist.
"Launch of the last stage of the spatial carrier!"
"Yes, sir Bingo!"
The column of animals was spinning. Various creatures have sunk their teeth, fused their veins and capillaries into one whole, forming a single delicious organism. This delicious organism will definitely save Brother Bingo. And both brothers will play rock-paper-scissors again for such a long time. [Brother, on this momentous day, I will give in to you, and I will end our confrontation!]
<- - ->
The bully in the black hat was injecting elongated insects and worms into Han's body. They replaced broken bones and torn veins.
Moya was sitting next to the bed, holding a Scarfkin by the hand. Anger, fear, confusion showed on the face of the girl with the scarf. She was biting her lips, her skeletal bones were trembling, and her eyes were staring at nothing in confusion.
But nevertheless, the Scarfkin was stroking Moyi's head and saying some words. Moyi smiled bitterly at her friend. Scarfkin smiled back. Scarfkin and Moyi hugged tightly, feeling each other's feverish trembling.
Quite a touching scene, isn't it? But I rather think it's funny, very funny and ironic. Okay, I won't spoil your contemplation of friendship. I'm just a humble observer…
Han slowly opened his eyes. [This damn bed… God, I can't remember when I fell asleep naturally, and not through loss of consciousness.] Recent moments came back to Han's mind.
The most striking of them... was a man impaled on the sharp branches of crooked trees.
[God...]
Moya and the Scarf attacked the guy. But instead of warmth, Han felt a slight chill. [The previous owner of the body was much loved. These girls have slightly tear-stained eyes... what would they do if they found out that I was a substitute, a liar?
Yes, I was not asked if I needed a second life, but this does not negate the fact that I took the body of another person…
Hmm, but I don't feel guilty.
You know, I think I killed a man then. Rather, he saved two, and indirectly impaled one on a spit. Usually... usually in films they show that the hero is going through a hard murder, albeit indirectly.]
Han was in the cold embrace of the girls. The guy only blushed slightly.
[In fact, first I took someone else's life of an already deceased most likely a deceased person, and now I have caused the death of another... maybe he was saved?
Will I have nightmares with this person? Most likely, yes. And in both cases, I don't know anything about these dead people.
It is quite easy to destroy something detached from yourself, like pieces of paper, candy wrappers, bottles. Bottles can be poked with a needle, crushed, crushed, torn.
But if it is a bottle given by your father, his last gift from the bottom of his heart, most likely you will try to save this bottle and never even touch it without a weighty reason, because it is a fragment of your "father", it is a part of yourself and your memories…
Why should I feel guilty for a random mistake that doesn't affect me.]
A chilling chill passed through Han's body.
[I just wanted to save those people. The life of one careless fool is a reasonable price to save the boy and his mother, right? He climbed into the cart himself, which rolled down! What kind of selfish idiot did you have to be to fall asleep in that cart?!! It's his own fault!!! I'm not involved in his fucking death! Not involved!!!]
Han felt cold. The chills were caused either by the experienced overload, or by a mental state. Mangaka could not understand the essence of the reason. The guy was looking at the ceiling.
"I... I have to find out his name."