I’m Not Shouldering This Blame Chapter 31: Protagonist

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The collapsed shop signs on the street were soaked in muddy water.

Several old houses are slanted, the roofs are gone, rain is constantly washing the furniture inside, and there are many things floating in the stagnant water: clothes, plastic basins, and half a leaky basketball.

I don’t know where the faint voice of the radio station came from: "Bah...The fourth day that Hurricane Jennifer hit South Saskatchewan... Originally, Hurricane Jennifer, who was predicted to make landfall in Mexico, suddenly changed its direction in the early hours of November 7th. , And finally landed in South Saskatchewan on the evening of the 7th...Most areas adjacent to the Gulf of Mexico suffered heavy losses and traffic was paralyzed..."

The wind has subsided, but the momentum of the heavy rain has not diminished.

An apple was rushed over by the water, half-floating and half-sinking, bumping through various debris. The rain smashed it down and floated to a sheltered place above, and the apple came out tenaciously.

This "difficult" journey was suddenly interrupted.

He stretched out a thin hand in the dark, quickly picked up the apple from the muddy water, rubbed the apple with his clothes indiscriminately, and couldn't wait to bite.

The rain hit his face, and his reddish-brown hair was wet against his forehead.

He is holding the apple and gnawing hard, just like a frightened hamster, his freckled cheeks bulging high, and his eyes look uneasy. After a faint click, the young man reluctantly threw the bitten-in-half pit into the water again.

His name is Johnson Brown.

14 years old, just in the ninth grade.

In the evening about four days ago, he blew up his school...

For an American boy at this age, Johnson is very thin. Because of his poor family background, he wore inappropriate old clothes from the relief station, and often did not wear socks in his dirty sneakers, and his hair was not well groomed. All of these made Johnson look very sloppy and became a public servant. The object of much ridicule in school.

His textbook was torn into pieces, the homework he handed in was missing, and his teacher was severely reprimanded.

The finished product of the handicraft class was broken, and the cabinet was often pried open, stuffed with mud and mouse corpses, and once it turned out to be a skinned rabbit.

Johnson didn't know who did it, and people around him whistled to watch him make a fool of himself.

If he tells the teacher, not only will he fail to find out, but he will also encounter severe retaliation.

He endured silently, and gradually, this cold violence escalated.

The basketball classmate rudely knocked Johnson to the ground, said sorry, and smiled and picked up his knocked out tooth and laughed loudly. A fourteen-year-old boy, his arms were not half as thick as his classmates, just like a chicken. The other party "unintentionally" smashed his elbow, and he planted his head on the lawn again.

Since then, his body has often been bruised and bruised, because he "accidentally" fell and hit him.

In the past year, a new public school teacher came to help him kindly, but Johnson's situation did not improve.

A lawyer who served free for victims of school violence came to the school. Except for the teacher, no one in the school came out to prove that Johnson was bullied.

People always have a misunderstanding, thinking that those who are violated by campus violence are good students.

Sometimes, it is the good students who use violence, they are the sunshine boys that everyone loves, and the victims are children who the teachers don’t like and their peers hate.

By bullying these sloppy children hiding in the dark, campus idols will be more admired.

Johnson is described by other teachers as "sloppy students who don't hand in homework". Among his peers, "little bugs" and "lazy pigs". The family was still living in a slum two years ago. Who would stand up for him?

Even the only female teacher who spoke for him was dismissed from the school two months ago because she could not produce valid evidence.

With scars on his arm that exposed his raincoat, Johnson climbed onto a small steep **** with furniture and fallen windows, and shrank behind a large closet, hiding from the rain under a tin bucket.

Thinking of the disaster four days ago, Johnson looked pale.

***

The sky was gloomy that morning, and the algebra class in the morning just started, the school radio rang and an urgent transfer notice was issued.

The hurricane changed its direction, and the new predicted landfall location is less than a hundred kilometers away from this small city.

Although South Saskatchewan is often affected by hurricanes, few hurricanes make landfall directly here. The teachers panicked and arranged for all the students to get on the school bus.

The school is in chaos. Some parents who have received news come to the school, and some receive calls from their parents to go to elementary school to pick up their younger siblings’ children.

Johnson waited for a long time, but couldn’t squeeze into the school bus. Seeing that the campus became empty, he had to lower his head and prepare to go home. When passing by the grove, a few guys who often trouble him jumped out and used black A plastic bag was put on his head, a few punches knocked him out, and he was carried into the substation of the school.

Also locked the door.

Johnson was tricked by them to lock the school gym overnight, as well as warehouses, laboratories, and so on.

Johnson is an orphan. He lives with his unmarried uncle, Lake. Lake is a gambler who doesn't go home for 20 days a month. Johnson doesn't come home at night, he won't come to look for him at all.

This group of half-aged teenagers who go to public schools do not realize that their behavior is bad and serious.

For them, the hurricane is the boring time when the signs of the trees have been cut off, they can't go out, the occasional power outage, the road surface is water, and the school is closed and the parents are not going to work.

They have endless crooked ideas about making fun of Johnson.

At first, they squatted outside the locked gymnasium and listened to Johnson's yelling. They found that the boy didn't cry or scream, and could only be closed for one night at most. They had long felt bored, and they thought about more exciting things. .

No, hurricane warning!

The teenagers became excited immediately. They believed that if Johnson was locked in a place this time, it might not be discovered until two days later! Think about it, the wind was violent and the sky was dark, poor Johnson was locked in the substation, and no one came over. Didn't he pee his pants in fright?

Just do it if you think about it. The group of teenagers avoided the teachers, avoided their parents, and sneaked out to attack Johnson.

Behind the grove is the substation, which happens to be! Anyway, the switch of the entire school was pulled, and it was dark, so Johnson was thrown in, and he was discovered quickly, lest the lazy pig would really starve to death if he didn't eat for two days.

The outside door was locked. The teenagers returned home triumphantly. They were scolded by their anxious parents and dragged them into the car. The teenagers clamored in confusion to bring tablets, baseball bats, and skates, but they were all caught by their parents. Ignore.

Sitting in the back of the car, watching the whole city drove out of the city in a panic, the teenagers finally felt that the situation was not good, the hurricane was coming, shouldn’t you sleep in at home and eat hot dogs and play video games?

"The city may be flooded."

"It's a category three hurricane. God bless our house! It's too old and too old, I'm afraid it can't hold it."

"We have insured the house, what? You forgot to bring the insurance policy! Go back!"

"Shut up! Do you want to go back and find death?"

The adult cursed anxiously and clamored, completely ignoring his child's frightened face.

The school’s house is newly built and very strong. There was nothing wrong with the hurricane before, and it must be fine this time. In the New Year, no one dared to say that Johnson was still locked in school.

Because I said, I will mention the bullying of my classmates in the past.

Perhaps more serious, school violence will be sentenced to jail.

Johnson was not completely in a coma. He woke up not long after the group of teenagers left.

The substation had no windows and it was dark everywhere. He fumbled and walked to the duty room, pressed the switch on the wall, the light did not turn on, and thankfully there was an electronic watch with a broken screen in the drawer. With the faint glow of light, he also found a fully charged flashlight on the table. After turning the duty room upside down, the trophies included two cans of beer and a bag of potato chips stolen by the duty officer.

Johnson put these things at his feet, ready to survive these two days.

His thoughts are the same as those of the teenagers.

Johnson is not too scared. The school's substation is not small, and there are vents, except for the darkness.

Two days may be difficult, but compared to his house in an old neighborhood, it may still be safe at school.

The idea disappeared after a few hours, and the terrifying wind came through the thick door, like the roar of the devil at the bottom of hell, the fence of the vent flew, and the dust poured straight into it.

Johnson got under the table and shivered.

The wind is getting louder and louder, like a female ghost screaming, mixed with chaotic noise.

——Hurricane Jennifer moved north along the Gulf of Mexico after changing the wind direction. The wind speed reached 220 kilometers per hour, which became a Category 4 hurricane. People thought it would land in South Saskatchewan in the early morning of the 8th, but it arrived on the evening of the 7th.

People who have not yet evacuated face the disaster of extinction.

What is desperation?

Johnson hugged his head and curled up into a ball in fear. After several hours in panic, he finally realized that it was just a prelude to a hurricane. The real storm had just arrived.

He was lying on the ground, but the ground was shaking, no, the house was shaking.

The crunching sound was so clear in the roaring wind. Everything is shifting. Johnson never thought of staying in the house, and he could be as if sitting on a boat, his vision was shaky, and things that were not fixed crackled and fell.

Sparks appeared in the substation and something broke the instrument.

The third floor was gone, and then the second floor... When the ceiling flew out, Johnson closed his eyes tightly, grabbed the leg of the table in vain, and suddenly the terrible sound in his ears stopped.

Johnson opened his eyes and stared blankly at the weird scene before him.

The world is still.

There is a dark and terrifying sky above my head, like a messed up oil painting, cream with cuttlefish ink, and messy traces of air currents and gusts everywhere.

Many things were carried away by the wind and stopped in mid-air, and the raindrops solidified in a stagnant posture, unable to fall to the ground. Johnson cautiously reached out and touched his palms.

Outside the half-destroyed substation is a collapsed school building and a grove that has been razed to the ground.

Sekishui is half as tall as Johnson, and the familiar campus becomes Wang Yangzeguo.

The storm hits from the end of the sky to the other side, across the vague rain curtain, everywhere.

This apocalyptic scene made Johnson almost think he had fallen into hell.

The thin body was shaking uncontrollably, and a terrible force burst out——

"Ah!"

With the substation as the center, a beam of lightning appeared in the clouds.

The sky is like a torn canvas, with lightning leaking constantly, connecting the sky and the earth, this dazzling gold is full of terrifying power, and the entire public high school is instantly submerged in thunder and lightning.

The remaining frame of the building collapsed, the surviving houses collapsed, and the remnants of thunder and lightning spread out along the water, like a huge gold net.

Following the violent wind vortex appeared, pulling the flying dust and debris to the sky, the storm grinned like a devil.

The s-level ability awakens.

The deserted world is separated, and the terrifying sound of the hurricane reappears.

Johnson was swept into the sky by the wind, and he was struggling in panic. An invisible force wrapped his body and took him far, far away.

Finally, he fell into the ruins of the house unscathed, only to realize: he seemed to blow up the school...