Chapter 43 They are the guilty ones

"This is an extremely terrifying enemy," Dazai Osamu looked at Isabel on the stage. At this moment, her figure seemed to be stained with a layer of weird color. He said quietly: "Well, yes, perhaps our city is about to usher in the biggest riot in history."

She used her words as swords and stabbed the most rotten part of the city.

Isabel watched as the light liquid in the light ball was constantly being filled, and even more faint lights outside were eager to rush in. Among them were five largest balls, namely +91, +89, +77, +65, and +88.

They came from the height of the auditorium, from behind him, from the back of the hall, and from the darkness to the side. But this time, more of them came from even smaller ordinary people. They were dotted and endless, forming a sea of ​​light. They ran towards her enthusiastically and brilliantly, without any scruples, full of a pure and extreme trust, until the end, they raised the value to a height that had never been imagined - +6060.

The smallest of them is only 0.01, the largest number is 0.2-0.3, the majority of the values ​​are 1-3, there are also higher numbers, 5-10, 10-15, they are scattered among them, not many, but their presence is considerable.

This fully confirms the subject's previous conjecture that quantity can defeat quality, cheat codes can be played in different ways, and participating in the plot is by no means the only way.

Isabel was moved and gave everyone an elegant closing ceremony, which caused a new sensation in the audience.

Nanako Kojima looked at Isabel's back in fascination. She has always known the wisdom and courage of a lady. A person who possesses these two qualities can make himself the focus of the crowd no matter where he goes. She had always been longing for her and thought that this longing had reached its peak, but who knew that it could reach even higher today.

Nakahara Chuuya was much calmer, but he had never seen such a scene of unity. Not to mention, they were all silent and cruel mafia. He was in a trance for a moment and felt that today was their true appearance - no matter what, a person should always have his own passion, otherwise, life would be too difficult to endure.

When everyone in a group makes his or her own voice heard, it becomes difficult for an individual voice to be heard. Nakajima Atsushi crawled to the edge of the backstage like a caterpillar. He looked at the scene outside in shock, his mouth open, unable to utter a sound for a long time. In his simple life, he had never thought that a person could make such a thunderous sound, and all this was just because of one person.

Izumi Kyoka watched him very nervously. She couldn't let him go out and cause trouble, otherwise, her long-cherished wish might not come true.

Nakajima Atsushi felt that he was dreaming after being kidnapped, a bizarre dream. He tried hard to find himself and asked, "... Can so many people really be brought back to the world?"

The dryness of his voice even startled himself, which showed how much ups and downs he had gone through in his heart during the time he was backstage.

"I don't know," Izumi Kyoka tried to get closer and was able to just hear what Nakajima Atsushi said. She hesitated for a moment and replied, "It should be possible. So many people believe in her." She had never seen such a scene before, and she felt a little at a loss when she stood there.

"Really?" Nakajima Atsushi was stunned for a long time, and suddenly, he said, "Then you have to tie me up tightly and don't let the rope loose." There were actually many things he didn't understand, but at least he understood a little. It seemed that he was an important bargaining chip here?

"What?" Izumi Kyoka didn't hear clearly. But Nakajima Atsushi stopped talking.

Isabel walked down from the stage, ready to move on to the next stage. But before that, she had to tidy herself up, because devoting herself to a speech was a very exhausting thing. She now felt wet, and that was all the sweat.

She arranged for someone to pick Mori Ogai up from the stage. The reason why he didn't move was not only because he was under the spell of [Silence], but also because something was tied to his body. Once he moved, he would be hit hardest.

The strange thing was that when he walked past Isabel, the expression on his face was not dejected or resentful. On the contrary, he looked excited and his eyes were bright. He seemed to have something to say, but Isabel waved her hand and he was suppressed without saying a word.

Zhongyuan Zhongye seemed to want to say something but stopped himself. Isabel said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of him."

"No," Nakahara Chuuya said, "That's not what I want to ask. What I want to ask is, do you really have no purpose in getting something like that?"

Isabel smiled and asked, "Is this important to you?"

Yes, if she fulfilled her promise, in the face of so many lives, what would her own purpose matter? What does it have to do with them? Nakahara Chuuya felt relieved.

Isabel's gain made Pei Zhen feel a little excited. Only when he returned to his original body and saw the number clearly did he feel some sense of reality. All added up, including the leftovers, the total amount of light liquid is 6519.9, and the next step is 65 draws? Is it true that he won’t get cramps in his hands?

Is this what they call the trouble of happiness? Pei Zhen tilted his head, thinking with some distress.

At this time, the tumbling solution ball finally stopped, revealing an unprecedented bright glow, as if it had never eaten such a large dose of "package" before, and it took a while to adapt to it. As if it sensed Pei Zhen’s worry, it “thought” for a while and sent a message.

Pei Zhen was stunned. "1900 Light Liquid to directly draw a [Silver] card?" He said, "Has there been such a setting before?"

But he was quicker to jump up and ask with hope in his eyes instead of counting whether such a card draw would bring him any benefits. "How much light fluid can I use to draw a [Gold] card? Is ten thousand enough?"

The solution ball did not answer him. Pei Zhen had no choice but to sit back down. He sighed and said, "If that's the case, I'm only 3,500 points away from the next [Gold] card. At first glance, this number doesn't seem to be that much." After a pause, he said, "I'm really getting cocky."

"1900 is 1900," he counted. "The previous [Distortion] card was drawn around the 22nd time, and that doesn't even factor in the luck factor. No matter how many [Graystone] cards you draw and how cleverly you use them, they're still not as high quality as [Silver]. There's no guarantee for this kind of card draw. If you're really unlucky and nothing comes out, there's nothing I can do."

He is in urgent need of high-level abilities, and with only the sword to support him, it cannot enable him to do more.

He entered into that strange space.

Dazai Osamu has been waiting. He did not leave immediately. He raised his head and looked up at the top floor of the corridor of the conference hall, as if there was something there attracting him.

Wait until you hear approaching sounds in the passage. This is one of the routes they took to leave the Great Hall. Seeing this figure, Isabel also stopped.

The two of them were in silence. Finally, Dazai Osamu spoke: "I really want to see you in person... Do you know what consequences your actions today will cause?"

Isabel laughed and said, "If what I wanted was chaos, then today's speech would not be held just in this conference hall." Instead, it would be held at the highest point of the most empty square in the city.

Dazai Osamu sneered: "If that's the case, they won't allow you to say another word after exposing your purpose." They will drop explosive weapons from the air even if it will cause damage, because this is not about killing, but counter-terrorism.

"It's okay," Isabel said playfully, "I've already recorded the scene. Now we can go to the city media office and have them play it on all the external screens and home video systems. The effect will be the same."

Dazai Osamu was speechless. He knew that by saying this, Isabel was indicating that she had shown mercy in this incident. He said, "Do you know what the impact of resurrecting so many lives would be?"

There are so many people who have passed away in this world, some died in wars, some died in major accidents, and there is even a bigger pit in nearby cities. Everyone has someone they want to see again. If she really succeeds, and so many people return, with this example, those people... will go crazy.

"That's none of my business," Isabel's words turned cold, her eyes looked down upon her. "Then do you know what the impact is of killing so many people and leaving the survivors to live in poverty and illness?"

"It has no effect at all."

"There are still people dying outside for various reasons. Why don't you think that incident is also an example?" Isabel asked back: "It is precisely because they have no influence that they can start the second and third times recklessly and without any scruples."

"Why should I consider that? They don't have to consider anything. Is death not worth mentioning, and life is a sin?" Isabel said, "If they did nothing before, then now their anxiety and internal and external difficulties are just a small interest."

Dazai Osamu laughed: "You are really good at changing the concept. The boundary between life and death is so trivial in your mouth. If you blur them, it will not only be a city that will be in turmoil, but the whole world. At that time, Yokohama will be in a bigger vortex, and how many people will die in it?"

"Are you going to use assumptions to deny the lives of all of them?" Isabel was not afraid: "Your government is so powerful, they were able to completely hide the explosion. I think a small recovery should not be a problem, right? Why can't you have more confidence in them, believe in them, and believe in yourself, you can do it!"

Dazai Osamu sighed: "Perhaps I shouldn't come to debate with you."

Isabel stared at him, and then she whispered, "People pursue resurrection because death is everywhere. Don't ignore the existing sin just because it is so common."

"They are the ones who are guilty, not us who are trying to redeem ourselves."