Chapter 264

"Anyway, I won't give you a penny more than I have now, because the money has other uses, and other people need it more than you do, and they have applied for it in advance.

I can't give it to you without giving it to them.

You have to know that you are behind them.

Besides, they are so numerous and powerful that I cannot afford to offend them. If you can, take it from them, not from me.

I can't afford to deal with them. But I can afford to avoid you. You'd better think about it carefully."

The second-level staff member said.

"You're so annoying."

I looked around and saw the photo of his child. He immediately put the photo on the table with the back facing up.

"Dealing with photos is meaningless, what do you think of dealing with living people?

I didn't send this spider mission, I just wanted to do it.

If I report you for not paying me, how many people in your family would have to die to make up for this hole?"

I asked him.

He had a gloomy face and was silent, just like the color of a sky covered with dark clouds about to rain.

I burst out laughing.

I know that his silence means he is thinking.

He would agree, unless he doesn't care about the people in his family, then he wouldn't even show me the photos.

And if someone really died in his family, I would be happy to see it happen, and I wouldn't feel at all disadvantaged.

He started sighing in front of me, and I knew he was going to give me the money.

I gave the money to my boss, but he still seemed dissatisfied.

I thought about it and remembered that when I walked to this office, I heard people in other offices scolding me. I remembered that the company had a rule prohibiting swearing and attacking colleagues.

If you find any violation, you can report it, and if you do, you will be rewarded.

I reported those people to my superiors.

My boss remained silent, and I left his office to threaten those people.

I told them that I heard what they were talking about and that I would be going to the same office to hand in the assignment.

They said, so what? You didn’t record it.

I said there are cameras everywhere here, how could there be a lack of recorders?

Their faces started to turn bad, and after a while they gave me the money reluctantly and asked me not to report it.

I took the money, smiled, and returned to my boss's office.

My boss gave me half of the money and asked me to report it again. Then he took out an envelope from another drawer, put the reward in it, and handed the envelope to me.

He said it was a reward for reporting.

I went to meet my friend with the reward, and this time I brought some more wine. My friend asked if I could see him off if he was really exiled. I said yes.

"What's true or false? You're definitely going to be exiled. Aren't you satisfied?"

I asked him.

"I haven't left yet, how can I be satisfied? My excitement has died down, and I'll get bored if I stay here any longer."

He answered me.

"But if you want to eat candy, you can't just not eat anything bitter."

I said.

"I eat candy for the sweetness. Do I have to eat something bitter to make myself happy? That's different."

He said to me while drinking.

"By the way, if it's possible, and we still have a chance to meet next time, then bring me some water. Drinking only alcohol makes my throat dry."

My friend told me.

I nodded to show that I understood and clinked glasses with him.

We drank and drank until it got dark.

I lay on the ground, feeling that the world had been so dark since I opened my eyes.

The world has always been this color since I became conscious. It's terrible and has never been better.

But no one is allowed to speak it, because if they speak it, their tongue will be cut off.

The severed tongues were hung up and dried outside some people's houses, like towels dripping with blood.

Sometimes white pigeons would fight on it, and sometimes black crows would stand by and watch the fun.

It sounds quite unpleasant when it is called.

"If I leave here, will you write to me?"

My friend asked me.

"If you want me to write to you, I will write to you."

I answered him.

"But I don't want you to write to me. I don't need it. I want to ask you, will you miss me?"

My friend stared at me and asked.

This issue seemed very important to him.

But he is ready to leave this city, and we will be separated almost forever after he leaves. How can he think that I won’t miss him?

How could he think that I could still miss him when he was ready to leave?

"Perhaps."

I smiled at him and said.

He nodded as if satisfied, and I walked away.

My boss gave me a new task.

He wanted me to blow up the swing park and get rid of all the sunflowers with smiling faces in it.

Not far from the pendulum park, right where the ten bodies were lying straight out.

The entrance was full of sunflowers, and the place where the wall should have been was also closely grown by sunflowers, so that at a glance all you could see were sunflowers blown by the wind.

If you look down from above, the entire park looks like a huge lost golden knitted hat.

They would laugh at night, sing together, giggle, and shake their bodies when the wind blew, dropping many seeds that fell to the ground and grew everywhere, crooked.

The farther away from paradise the sunflowers become, the more brutal and bizarre they appear.

If you get closer to the park, you can see some golden colors, but if there are sunflowers growing near the city wall, they will only be black and red.

Because the blood has clotted in them, they are more gray in color.

I requested some explosives.

But it is too unsafe for me to go out alone. This is not like the last mission or the one before that, where I could take it on alone or complete it as a group without interfering with each other.

That was a huge amusement park with gates and walls. It used to be very lively. Some people had a poor sense of direction and would get lost if they weren't careful. How could I possibly go in there casually?

Most people thought that without humans, the paradise would be boring, quiet and miserable, but those sunflowers began to grow.

It's still lively there.

It was like a fire during the day and like colorful flashing lights at night.

If you only imagine it, the place is very beautiful. But if you look carefully, you will feel your eyes are damaged. If you listen carefully, your eardrums may rupture.

Countless people bled, and that is why the sunflowers thrive so well.

There is no sunflower that does not grow well, because no one dies miserably enough.

I think I need teammates to go out on missions with me.

What I need to do now is to find a teammate in the company to go out with me.

Maybe more than one, but no matter how many I am, I will come back alive, so teammates serve as a decoration.

I want at least one.

After the team is formed, they will leave the city gate. In fact, they don't have to go through the city gate because there are no city walls. The pollution is everywhere and has already penetrated. This city only looks strong.

The surface is strong, but the inside is hollow, like a layer of chocolate crispy skin, which breaks with a light tap and makes a crisp sound that seems delicious.

Fools who know nothing always take it for granted that the environment they live in is very safe, but of course it is not the case.

Fools who know everything always think they are the smartest people in the world, but the fact that they still stay in the city means that they are already fools among smart people.

You know everything but can do nothing, you idiot.

This is also what I admire most about those idiots.

They know clearly what a dirty and terrible environment they live in, yet they can still convince themselves.

It's like a dream to let yourself think that you are living in a peaceful and beautiful environment with birds singing and flowers blooming.

But other possibilities cannot be ruled out here.

For example, they cannot leave the city because they do not have the ability to do so.

They cannot leave the city because they want to enjoy the special pleasure of being the only one sober while everyone else is drunk.

They can't leave the city because they are just trying to save face.

They can't leave the city because they want to dance on other people's heads to show off their intelligence.

"You look upset, is there anything I can help you with?"

My boss called me to the office and looked at me and asked.

"I need team members. If I don't have any, I don't want to leave the city for the time being. I've seen that mission and it has no time limit, at least not today, so I don't want to go out today."

I replied.

"That's easy. I'll write you a note. You can take it and go out and ask them, ask your colleagues, who is willing to go with you, who is willing to be your teammate. That's it."

As he spoke, he began to write a note.

"But my friends are no longer here, and the others are not my friends. They would not be willing to accompany me to do such a thing."

I said.

It is dangerous whenever you go out of the city. Others may not know this, but everyone in this department knows it.

They also take missions out of the city, but they will never take five in three days like I do.

They usually clean up the mess and gather information. I'm not saying that those things are not dangerous, but it's obvious that even if they become my teammates, they can't fight alongside me.

This is one of the reasons why they can't be friends with me.

In fact, going out can be a team task, but it is not necessary because no one wants to be around others. It is difficult to hide when doing something that cannot be known by others.

What's more, everyone looks down on each other.

Either you think that the cleanup mission is something that only reckless people can do, and all you have to do is make a way in, since all the information is already there.

Either you think that asking for information is a cowardly thing to do and just go over there and take a look, since you already know where the incident happened.

Either you think that cleaning up the mess is for lazy people, and it's easy just by picking up the trash, or you think that everyone has their own difficulties, but no one knows it.

No one wants to know clearly.

So what's the point of knowing this? More tasks or more money?