Everything on the Bund of S City ended. As the sun set the next day, everything here returned to normal, except for the ice blocks of various sizes that were still emitting cold air on the beach and the sea.
The biological sample that Xu Shiqing dragged out of the white fog made the research team of the Abnormal Management Bureau collectively excited. They couldn't even wait in City N and applied to come to City S to observe it on the spot.
Some have even booked their flights and seem not to want to stay any longer.
Xu Shiqing, you have to learn to accept it. 021 said, "Rivers cannot flow backwards, and the dead cannot be resurrected."
[In today's life, you have to learn to be prepared to face this kind of thing.]
[Also, in these eight years at the Abnormal Management Bureau, this isn't the first time you've seen a friend die.]
It's time to get used to it.
This is what the system hopes for him.
'021, I can't do it.' Xu Shiqing shook his head slowly, 'You know I will never be able to make such preparations in my lifetime.'
What does it mean when a person dies?
That means that this person will only exist in memories from now on. You will never see his face again, never hear his voice again, and in the end, everything about him will decay with time.
The end of the world is the loneliest and most concrete interpretation of death. There, due to the accumulation of numbers, death has lost the gentle meaning it nurtured in civilization. Only the cold blade remains, cutting off the flesh one by one, making people numb in the despair of all extinction.
Xu Shiqing should have held death in the highest contempt. He wasn't afraid of death. The existence of the System and the Space-Time Bureau reduced the threat it held to him, making it seem like a fairy tale. And pain was even more nonsense. A laboratory in apocalypse, or a fall and injury in battle, were all commonplace to him.
Xu Shiqing is a warrior, and no one would say otherwise. Because a warrior is not afraid of death, he will only feel angry about death, whether it is for himself or for others.
But anger will subside, sadness will sink, and when everything returns to calm, nothingness will cling to the soul, just as all perceptions will ultimately only act inward, just as trees accept all influences but will only grow in their own way.
All the influences a person receives will only make him more and more like himself.
Now, Xu Shiqing had to turn his attention back to himself.
"What does it matter if the story is good or the mission is well completed? I don't care about that. To me, only the people in front of me are real." Xu Shiqing said: "But you seem to want me to be more ruthless and treat them as a game."
'But I can't do it.'
I know. 021 is a data life form. No matter how many anthropomorphic expressions of data are made, it's only an imitation, the embodiment of a pattern. He cannot understand the reasons behind human emotions, because those emotions don't belong to the life form of data.
But 021 still followed the first rule of core data and said to Xu Shiqing, "So I don't expect you to change your temper."
He is a system, and he only needs to protect, understand, and help the host. Everything else is unimportant.
【Do you miss the first world? 】
"I don't think about it now." Xu Shiqing said: "We can't meet each other, but I know they are doing very well, so that's fine."
'...I just feel powerless.'
No matter how hard Xu Shiqing tried, no matter how powerful he was, the world consciousness could burn the first two to ashes with just a thought.
Because this is His story, not Xu Shiqing's.
"We are not the dealer." 021 said, "In this role-playing game, we do not have the power to make decisions."
"I know." Xu Shiqing knew that the system had no authority to dictate the direction of a world, and neither did the Space-Time Bureau.
All they could give Xu Shiqing was time, time to stay in this world.
When the time comes, you must leave. In all the archives of the Space-Time Bureau, no tasker has ever visited the same world twice, so farewell is a very important part of their host training.
"But Captain Chen is really a good man," Xu Shiqing said. "He shouldn't stay here."
For comics, a person's death is just a page, turned over and it's over. But for relatives and friends who knew him well, it was a long rainy season. From then on, longing is like the damp air, pervasive.
"He really is a good man," Xu Shiqing repeated.
The funeral was held in City B a month later. Everyone was surprised that Chen Siwei was actually from City B.
The attendees were mostly colleagues and a few friends. Due to the nature of his work, Chen Siwei hadn't made any friends for several years. Shen Wuwei said he was an orphan who had been admitted to a university in City B, then joined the army, and later went to the grassroots level in the northwest. If it weren't for the white fog, he would be the most ordinary tree standing in the wind and sand in China.
A poplar tree.
“Captain Xu, I will stay in S City. My brother has guarded that place, and I have to keep an eye on it.” Shen Wuwei said, his eyes were red, and he looked like a puppy abandoned on the roadside, without any mature look at all.
He was silent for a moment. "See you later."
Xu Shiqing grabbed his arm, and this action made Xie Jingyi look at him in surprise: "Alive."
Xu Shiqing had been silent since waking up. He continued to complete his work and tasks as usual, as if Chen Siwei's death had no effect on him. But everyone knew that these were just appearances.
Xie Jingyi had tried every possible way to make him cheerful these days, but although Xu Shiqing accepted everything and acted flawless, Xie Jingyi knew that he was not comforted at all.
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