最近时间比较充裕，因此我决定尝试写一部关于森蝶的英文小说，可能对各位读者的英语水平有一定的要求，不知道吧务是否允许我在本吧分享英语文章……由于我是第一次用英文写小说，所以文章难免会出现语法错误以及用词不当的情况，也请大家多多包涵。我著此文纯粹是因为喜爱森蝶，没有其他目的。说实话，用英文写出一个完整chapter还是很耗时间和精力的，所以请各位尊重我的intellectual property，未经允许不得转载用于商业用途。
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The crowd, it was obvious, had noticed these ill-intended guests. “Oh my god, looka yonder! They’re terrorists! Run, run! They’re gonna kill us!” a mother screamed sharply.
But it was too late. Knifes and axes in hands, the men in black rushed into the waiting crowd, slaughtering the defenseless people with fatal weapons. Completely unaware of what was happening, a young lady was harshly stabbed in her stomach. She plunged to the ground, floundering and groaning, her eyes wide with helpless horror. Two boys and a girl were assailed bestially, blood splashing over their tidy uniforms as though dyed with bright ruddy pigment. Shrieking, escaping, dying, people were stunned by the ongoing holocaust, which they thought to be presumably far away from their life but were actually witnessing and experiencing themselves at this moment.
“Freeze! Police!” By instinct, I ventured a step forward, pulled out my pistol, and pointed at a killer with it.
But my warning was of no use. The man turned around and gazed at me, radiating waves of contempt. All of a sudden, he rushed towards me madly, holding his blood-stained knife.
My hands trembled as I took aim at the insane criminal. Ten feet before he could reach me, I pulled the trigger. With a deafening gunfire, he lost his balance and plunged forward, hitting the ground violently. I felt sweat, cold as newly melted ice, oozing from my forehead.
The gang seemed startled, and at the same time I came to realized that they might have noticed me, which would be perilous to me. Two of them exchanged glances and nodded, and then, simultaneously, attempted to surround me on my flank. I shot one down, and when I turned around to aim at the other, I found that he was chasing a little girl who just came out of the kindergarten. She was about three feet and seven inches tall and was running swiftly like a frightened lamb, so swiftly that the heinous criminal had difficulty catching her. Without hesitation, I opened fire at the man behind her. He was down.
Rescued but still in peril, the little girl changed her direction and ran towards me. I peered at her in silence. Her profile, as well as her gait, was one that I was somehow acquainted with. I was sure I recognized this girl, in one way or another; but how I did, I could not remember. As I lowered my stance, she leaped on me and grabbed me tightly around my neck. Having been on the verge of death, the girl burst into horrified tears, which drenched my collar. Her voice, her might... I began to recollect something.
“You- you are,” I found myself stumbling over my words, “you are Cindy?”
“Yes, sir...” her soft voice was barely audible.
But it was too late. Knifes and axes in hands, the men in black rushed into the waiting crowd, slaughtering the defenseless people with fatal weapons. Completely unaware of what was happening, a young lady was harshly stabbed in her stomach. She plunged to the ground, floundering and groaning, her eyes wide with helpless horror. Two boys and a girl were assailed bestially, blood splashing over their tidy uniforms as though dyed with bright ruddy pigment. Shrieking, escaping, dying, people were stunned by the ongoing holocaust, which they thought to be presumably far away from their life but were actually witnessing and experiencing themselves at this moment.
“Freeze! Police!” By instinct, I ventured a step forward, pulled out my pistol, and pointed at a killer with it.
But my warning was of no use. The man turned around and gazed at me, radiating waves of contempt. All of a sudden, he rushed towards me madly, holding his blood-stained knife.
My hands trembled as I took aim at the insane criminal. Ten feet before he could reach me, I pulled the trigger. With a deafening gunfire, he lost his balance and plunged forward, hitting the ground violently. I felt sweat, cold as newly melted ice, oozing from my forehead.
The gang seemed startled, and at the same time I came to realized that they might have noticed me, which would be perilous to me. Two of them exchanged glances and nodded, and then, simultaneously, attempted to surround me on my flank. I shot one down, and when I turned around to aim at the other, I found that he was chasing a little girl who just came out of the kindergarten. She was about three feet and seven inches tall and was running swiftly like a frightened lamb, so swiftly that the heinous criminal had difficulty catching her. Without hesitation, I opened fire at the man behind her. He was down.
Rescued but still in peril, the little girl changed her direction and ran towards me. I peered at her in silence. Her profile, as well as her gait, was one that I was somehow acquainted with. I was sure I recognized this girl, in one way or another; but how I did, I could not remember. As I lowered my stance, she leaped on me and grabbed me tightly around my neck. Having been on the verge of death, the girl burst into horrified tears, which drenched my collar. Her voice, her might... I began to recollect something.
“You- you are,” I found myself stumbling over my words, “you are Cindy?”
“Yes, sir...” her soft voice was barely audible.
