Chapter 5 third chapter

third chapter In the morning, the boy got up early to go to the clearing.It would be rude, he thought, to keep those great scholars waiting for him. In the clearing, there was an old woman and several farmers.The old woman seemed unable to walk, so she was supported by a farmer. "What's the matter, old woman?" "You said this foot? It was so badly sprained that I couldn't walk in pain. I wanted to pick some mushrooms before the sun rose, but the field was full of potholes the size of rocks. I don't know what happened yesterday? Which bastard is it?" Are you playing a prank here?!" the old woman yelled.

"It hurts! It's really sad. I can't go to the fields today, and I can't go to the market tomorrow. Who dug so many holes?" Hearing these words, the boy felt a dull pain in his chest... Those stone-sized potholes are his masterpiece.What to do? Whether it is an ant castle or a stone castle, it is so easy to destroy it, but it is very difficult to restore it.Breaking things is really a bad thing. "Ah... what should I do? That's right! Just move a flat stone like a table and cover the hole. But where can I find it? Okay! Look around. I have to find A stone that can fill those potholes must not be..." Just after finishing speaking, a tiny sound came from the boy's feet.

"Of course, that's what you're supposed to do. A cave so nice and hidden. A stone roof, a dark, warm, dry cave, but... we've lived happily in this cave for generations. " He said very apologetically: "Mr. Weasel, I'm sorry, I will definitely help you find another good roof. Anyway, please forgive me..." Suddenly the siren sounded.Twelve large and imposing black cars and twenty police motorcycles came to the side of the open space, and a group of men in black uniforms, armed with clubs and short guns got out. "Get out! This is a restricted area."

He was about to apologize for the pothole when the farmers and the old woman were chased away by the police. "Hey! Children, why don't you go to school? You can't play here!" said the policeman. At this time, yesterday's machine inventor stepped down from a black car. "Wait! It seems to be the kid." In just a few seconds, the boy was surrounded by men in black uniforms. He was afraid and wanted to cry and said: "Guys, I'm sorry. I did all these broken stones and potholes." The colonel, who saw this from behind, passed through the police and looked down at him and said, "Really? Did you break the stone?"

"It's me. I'm sorry." He replied in a barely audible voice of shame. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Do you want to go for a drive in my car? Let's talk." "But I have to meet the scientists first, and I have to go to school..." "I'm Colonel Blahnik!" "Want to take me to the police station?" The Colonel laughed out loud. "The police station? That's nothing. I just went for a drive, went to the State Military Administration to drink a glass of lemonade, and chat while eating snacks." The colonel stretched out his right hand to hold the child.

"But I have an appointment with the scientists, and if not at school, the teacher..." "Come on!" The colonel grabbed the child's hand and walked in the direction of the car in front. Next to the National Science Center, the National Military Administration is a four-story red brick building.There are small windows side by side, and the small courtyard outside has white marble portraits of previous generals, as well as several soldiers.Whether it was a stone statue or a soldier, they all stood motionless. Twelve black cars and twenty motorcycles passed through the two cannons in front of the gate and the guards saluting straight, and stopped in the atrium.In the atrium were several officers above the second lieutenant, observers from the National Military Science Center in black suits, and generals.

On the other side, the six scientists from yesterday's emergency committee, and the boy's school teacher, a total of seven people were surrounded by soldiers, with worries written all over their faces.Because of the informant about the professor who invented the machine, the Military Management Bureau immediately investigated the list of meeting attendees urgently, listed those related to the boy as important persons, and summoned them here one by one early in the morning. The colonel got out of the front car with the boy. "This way!" the colonel greeted the teacher. "Good morning, teacher!"

"What the hell have you done?" Just as the teacher was asking the little boy about his crimes, the colonel interrupted the teacher. "What's your relationship with this kid?" "Well! I'm his teacher..." As soon as he finished speaking, the colonel called out: "Take him for a record!" The faces of the six scholars instantly turned livid.Almost everyone who was hired by the army to make a record knows that those who make a second record usually never return. "Okay! Let's talk." The colonel said to the guy with a smile. "There seems to be a stone statue over there, can you see it?"

In the corner of the atrium is a stone statue that no one has noticed for many years. It was moved out of an unknown warehouse that morning. It is the statue of the former king.There had been a coup in this country before the boy was born, and the good king was driven out by the army.Therefore, it is rumored among the people that the king was imprisoned somewhere, but no one knows the real inside story.The only thing that is certain is that the portraits and stone statues of the king are nowhere to be seen now. The stone statue was lying beside the wall in the corner of the atrium, and sandbags as high as a person were piled up nearby, and the sandbags were full of bullet marks.Beside the stone statue, there is also a tall pillar with many bullet holes on it, and a chain hangs from the top of the pillar.There are some cracks and brown spots on the post.

"Ah, that feels like a nice statue of a grandpa?" "Ah! That old bearded grandpa... can you see it? Looks like it was just moved in yesterday. Can you destroy it here?" "Huh? What's going on here?" "Didn't you destroy the stone twice yesterday? That statue is also a stone, can you try to destroy it?" "why?" "The stone statue of this old man takes up a bit of space, so I don't want it anymore. I would really appreciate it if I could destroy and dispose of it like yesterday. Can you do it?" The colonel pointed at the six scholars with his finger, "Listen to those People say you can break a stone just by looking with your eyes, don't you?"

The scholars in the corner of the atrium looked terrified, wondering if they would be ordered to shoot. He stared down at his shoes and said, "I can't help it, I can't help it..." The boy didn't know what to say.He remembered what the Colonel had promised him earlier. "You should give me lemonade and cookies, shouldn't you?" He wishes he had more time to think.He began to feel that there was something wrong with the atmosphere of the adults around him.The proud appearance of the army, the fearful appearance of the scholars, and the somewhat heavy and gloomy atmosphere in the atrium... I don't know what's weird... "Ah! That's right!" the colonel called to the soldiers. "Bring lemonade and biscuits!" The soldier, too, was dumbfounded by the instruction. "Don't stand there like a dead fish. Go get me lemonade and biscuits!" The soldiers immediately stood to attention and saluted. "Yes, Colonel!" The colonel smiled at the boy, showing all his golden teeth. "Then can you help me destroy the stone statue now?" The boy looked at the stone statue that seemed very pitiful. It was a very tired face, not so strong.It was a kind face.The crown was crooked, and even the cloak of the stone statue was wrinkled. --Who is the old man? He thought, staring at the stone statue. While he was still thinking, the soldier had returned. "Colonel Blahnik, there's no lemonade or biscuits in the bureau. Only brandy and caviar..." The soldier saluted and the colonel nodded. --The so-called adults, why do they always say things that don't count? He was thinking like this at the time... "What are you procrastinating for? Kid!" Colonel Blahnik's voice sounded a little annoyed. "I can't help it!" He mustered up the courage to say this.As soon as he finished speaking, the colonel slapped him with a big, thick hand with a sound of "snap!"This was the first time he had been beaten since he was born, and it really scared him.Stars flashed in his eyes, his ears rang, and he wanted to cry but couldn't.He stared in horror at the colonel's red, angry face. The anger towards adults since birth finally broke out at this time.How to explain the situation at that time? It seems difficult to explain.All he wanted was to return the Colonel's terrible look. The colonel's body suddenly flew two meters away.The butt landed on the ground with a "do". Who was it? The Colonel? Or the little boy? The Colonel's black, ironed uniform trousers were full of dust and mud on the rear end, leaving a circular mud mark like an angry face, and everything became a mess.The army and police officers were startled, a scholar laughed without thinking, and the colonel cursed furiously. The enraged colonel frightened the general and everyone in the army to stiffen their bodies. "Catch him!" the colonel yelled, pointing at the child, almost killing him. He fled quickly from the courtyard.His agility made it impossible for the army to catch him immediately. But there was a thick iron gate at the entrance of the atrium, and he couldn't escape. "Stop! If you run again, I will kill you!" the colonel reprimanded loudly. The scholar who just laughed out loud came up and said, "Please, Colonel. He is just a child, please don't do violence to him!" As soon as he finished speaking, the colonel immediately took out a pistol from his waist and shot him dead. Scholars.The deafening sound of gunfire echoed throughout the atrium.The turbulent army stopped all of a sudden.The colonel strode up to the boy with his smoking pistol in hand. Then the boy heard a faint sound from the roof.A sparrow, perched on the weathershield, saw it all.A gunshot in an atrium is as common to a sparrow as a church bell is tolling at noon. "Ah! Isn't that the boy who can see the wind? Fly! Now I can only fly!" Hearing this, he spread his arms and flew up. The colonel took aim at him and yelled, "Don't move!" But now the boy wasn't afraid at all.He glared at the pistol angrily, glared angrily... The front end of the pistol immediately cracked open with a "tch".At the same time, the Colonel's wrist was too numb to lift because of the impact of the split.Like a bird flying into the sky, he waved his arms and slowly left the ground.After finally flying as high as a person, the colonel suddenly woke up and ordered loudly: "Take him down." The boy soared into the air at his leisure, while the soldiers tried desperately to grab his feet.Although his wrists were a little tired and sore, he still waved his hands desperately in order to survive.In this atrium, it is difficult to fly because the wind cannot be seen. He gradually flew into the sky.Sparrow has been cheering him on. "Come on! Come on! Fly a little higher and you'll see the wind! Come on!" "Aim!" Colonel Blahnik yelled, his bloodshot eyes.The soldiers took aim at the little boy who was flying.But no one wanted to shoot him.Just out of fear of the colonel's coercion, although several soldiers still pulled the trigger, no one actually shot him. When he flew to the height of the fourth floor of the building, as the sparrow said, he could see the wind.A clear and cool, comfortable wind is blowing. "Should be visible! More gas!" He flew higher than the roof, riding the wind, flying higher and higher, farther and farther, where he could not see the soldiers.The remaining five scholars looked at each other, probably couldn't believe what they saw with their own eyes! One of the scholars knelt down next to the scholar on the ground, raised his hands weakly, and murmured with tears: "Run away safely! Fly far away with the wind... There was a hellish look in the colonel's eyes.