[BL, MTL] I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Chapter 173: Teaser

The beautiful sound of the piano glides like flowing water.

The blue sky, the white doves flying across the square, the bright colors and the camera switch quickly.

An elderly couple with their pets resting on a white bench by the flower bed, and a man holding a bouquet of roses not far away is nervously arranging his collar.

The girl held a coin and nervously turned her back to the Trevi Fountain, and passers-by smiled with good-natured encouragement.

She raised her hand, the reflection between her fingers, and behind her was the city's skyscrapers. The coin is tossed from the palm of his hand, and the camera slows to follow the coin that has been gilded by the setting sun.

The music stops abruptly, the screen goes black, and a line of words appears on the screen.

"If, you lose the whole world."

The words dissipated like ashes of flame, so fast that they did not give the viewer time to think, and the fountain pool of the square reappeared in the picture, the small bags for feeding the pigeons were scattered on the ground, the old man's cane was still leaning against the side of the stool, and the coin maintained a falling position, and it was almost touching the surface of the wishing fountain, but it stood still, motionless.

Wishes will not come true, and the world will not be the same again.

The hustle and bustle stops, the crowd disappears, and this sense of emptiness becomes particularly evident with the gloom of the colors of the picture. The perspective is from that coin, with a circle of pool walls above and a sky with nothing.

At that moment, a white, bony palm reached out and pinched the coin.

Because of the perspective, the suppressed emotions generated by the picture are suddenly released, and this hand is not holding a coin, but the precious assistance that he receives when he is at a loss and trapped somewhere......

The camera moves up, giving a close-up.

The virtuoso in a tuxedo, in the half-light and half-darkness, looks like a tall and handsome model in a black and white photo, with a deep silhouette, like an elegant marble carving, and the lines of the carefully groomed hair are as perfect as the texture of the clothes on the body.

Flipping the coin deftly with his fingers, he turned and walked out of the square.

There was no one in the car on the road, and there was no one in the store.

Walking alone, a few dark shadows swept over the building behind him.

The ape-like long-haired monster stretched out its claws and screamed and pounced, and the man didn't even look at it, he closed his eyes at random, and the frantic air currents rolled up the monster and fell heavily to the ground.

The camera begins to zoom out, expanding from this intersection to the entire neighborhood.

The eerie atmosphere behind the high-rise buildings, the silence and the only climbing monsters rose to the top with a black-feathered sharp-toothed bird with a blood-stained claw flying over the Statue of Liberty.

The top-down view lasts for two seconds, and the screen goes black again.

"How to live alone in this familiar city."

The darkness was broken by a scream, and the picture returned to a crumbling street, with windows smashed and valuable jewels scattered all over the floor. Amid the many bills, men with guns and knives slashed at each other, corpses lay on the side of the road, and an unkempt woman cowered in a corner, screaming in breakdown.