Chapter 42

The third naughty child was no different from the others before him. He shouted, asked for help, and looked for his parents, but couldn't find them. He began to wander and was a little scared. When he was scared, he shouted even louder, as if this would make him feel at peace. However, peace would not come to him because he was completely trapped in the illusion that the paradise had created for him.

Paradise has ever thought about giving them a very wonderful environment that complies with all their will, allowing them to enjoy, relax, slack off, indulge in it, and finally be unable to extricate themselves. They either die in it, or come out without accomplishing anything, and then realize that life is not as wonderful as they imagined. They have to die, and it is the mental blow that leads to physical damage and then death.

This is possible.

But it's too troublesome.

Paradise doesn't like it.

Paradise leaned against the glass beside him and thought, they deserve to die.

I don't kill them, not because they can't die now, but because if I kill them, I won't be able to live the same life as before.

Even though things were terrible in the past, I know that they were still manageable.

If he became a murderer on the run, he would either be thrown into prison and become a death row inmate or be killed sooner or later. He knew that the future was not good, so he tried his best to restrain himself, but what was the point?

"Why should I do this?"

Leyuan looked at the only naughty kid still spinning in circles below, a strange and dangerous smile appeared on his face, and he muttered.

The Crying Stick Man suddenly appeared, hugged Le Yuan and burst into tears, Le Yuan also hugged him, still smiling, but there was an inexplicable sadness in his eyes, he should not be sad, he had no money before, but now he has money, he had no gadgets before, but now he has time to buy sundries, his face used to be rotten, but now it is fine, he used to be surrounded by people, but now he is not.

What's wrong with that?

Life is better than before, he should be happy.

But what is there to be happy about?

He was not born the way he is now, and others were not always the way they were before.

They don't have to endure his pain, but can get more happiness. He thought he had gotten rid of the past, but those things followed him like a shadow. He couldn't get rid of them, just like he had never gotten rid of so many troublemakers around him.

Just like weird things will happen sooner or later.

The system said to the park: "The expected time of the strange outbreak has begun to be advanced."

Le Yuan asked calmly, "Really? Why?"

The system replied: "I don't know. Maybe something stimulated them, or maybe they suddenly ran into trouble and had to speed up to get here. If they get here, the time of world destruction will be advanced. You must be prepared."

Rakuen smiled and said, "That's all? It's nothing more than that. Shouldn't the world have been destroyed long ago? I think it's natural. Even if there's nothing strange, it's inevitable. Isn't that great? We don't have to wait. Without long expectations, we won't think we can live on as if nothing happened. How great. My wish will come true soon."

The crying stick man raised his head and approached Leyuan with his featureless face. Leyuan looked at him with an inexplicably gentle gaze, as if he was looking at an ignorant child or a carefree little golden retriever who was wagging its tail and playing happily, and didn't understand anything.

“Will pets have a better life than me?”

Paradise looked at the crying stick man and murmured.

The crying man said, "Yes."

It split its cheeks, wept and bled, laughed and cried, and murmured, "Yes."

Leyuan nodded: "I understand."

The crying stick man Sen Wanjie hugged Leyuan, put his face close to his, and said in a hoarse voice: "This is what should be done."

Paradise did not answer.

The Weeping Stick Man whispered, "Everyone must die. Everything is in accordance with the predetermined fate. We are driving a train, and we are the only one at the head of the train. We are driving a big ship, and we are the only one at the helm. Those who live better than us will die. Only we will be together forever. There is nothing wrong. You have to be happier. Be cheerful! Our wishes will come true."

It smiled and said, "Our wish will surely come true."

The Crying Stick Man let go of Paradise and looked at him. He had a dazed and stunned expression on his face. After listening to the Crying Stick Man's words, he twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a not-so-standard smile. His gaze still passed straight past the Crying Stick Man and fell on somewhere unknown, as if it was in the clouds, in the fog, on the souls of those corpses, or on the naughty child who had not died yet.

Leyuan rolled his eyes and looked at the face of the crying man. He held the face of the crying man and smiled. His face was as pale as a crazy plaster statue. He said in an almost inaudible voice: "How can a person who has fallen into hallucination distinguish between truth and falsehood?"

Not only did he not realize the meaning of his own existence, but he also became confused about the existence of others and the world.

In his eyes, the world is divided into two parts, one is himself and the other is others.

The rest is just the rest, nothing different, nothing worth paying serious attention to.

Paradise looked at the crying stick man and asked, "There's nothing wrong here, right? We can indulge in illusions forever, we can live forever, and we can be happy forever."

When he said this, tears were streaming down his face, and they fell like pearls from a broken string. However, the person whose tears were turning into pearls could not be him.

Because, for him, eternal and hopeless love has only one possibility, which is the illusion of clinging to everything in the world of death.

How can we hope that the future will be real if it is false from the beginning? This is a joke and a nightmare.

"How terrible," Rakuen murmured.

He turned his eyes and stared closely at the crying man with a stick, and suddenly smiled and said, "Do you know why I'm looking for you now?"

The crying stick man asked: "Why... why?"

Paradise said: "Because you are the least talkative. If I were divided into many parts, you would be the part that I cannot speak. When no one is around, I like you. You know why, right?"

The crying man said, "I know. When there is no one around, there is no need to speak, and there is no need to pretend to be a snake. I hate flattery."

Leyuan nodded: "Look, we both know what we want, and the road ahead is so smooth, why do I still feel sad?"

His eyes were red and tears began to fall again. He grabbed the clothes and shoulders of the Crying Stick Man tightly, his fingers like iron clamps. His body trembled slightly and he leaned forward, getting closer to the Crying Stick Man. Through the linen clothes and hat, he could feel the Crying Stick Man's forehead, but he couldn't see it. It hurt so much that it felt like he was not shedding tears but digging out his own eyeballs.

Le Yuan took a breath, his chest heaving, and stared straight at the Crying Stick Man in front of him. His tears blurred his vision, but at the same time he could feel the all-seeing non-existent eyes under the Crying Stick Man's clothes, staring at his face.

The crying stick man looked at the paradise.

Paradise stared at the crying stick man, opened his mouth, and suddenly collapsed a little. He lowered his eyes, avoided his gaze, and almost choked up as he said word by word: "You won't say anything I hate, you won't become someone I hate, you will always belong to me, you swear."

The crying stick man said: "I will not say things I hate, I will not become someone I hate, I will always belong to myself, I swear."

Paradise burst into tears.

"I'm in so much pain. I don't know why this is happening. Why? Why am I alive? Why am I in so much pain? I know death is liberation, but why didn't I do that all those years ago? It's such a simple thing! Why am I so timid? Why can't I be more beautiful, stronger, smarter, and more capable?"

The Crying Stick Man gently patted Le Yuan's back and hugged him tightly, with a bloody smile on his face. Dense shark teeth were growing out of his flesh and blood, just like a vampire who was resisting his appetite for blood. With his pale face, pale tears, and pale teeth, he forced himself to say to Le Yuan in a hoarse voice: "It's actually very simple. We can find a goal and achieve it."

Never look back.

Le Yuan asked: "Will there be such an opportunity?"

The crying man said, "Yes, it will happen."

It said to Paradise, as if it was singing a lullaby to a child to sleep: "There will be a chance. You are not alone anymore. You have us now. We will help. We should help ourselves. This is the right thing to do. Who can stop us? No one can. We are not going to kill anyone. It is not a crime to help others for fun. You really want to see your past self, right?"

Leyuan shuddered and asked, "You mean, you want me to go back to the past and subtly change the trajectory of history without changing my memory or the future, just for myself?"

He subconsciously wanted to shake his head: "No, I can't do it. I can't do that. This is something with unpredictable consequences. The future will be more terrifying than now..."

Leyuan held onto the Crying Stick Man tightly. Although he was looking at it, his eyes were as confused as a blind man. He murmured, "I can't do that. Please, save me. Don't let me do that. I'm scared. What should I do? How dare I? I shouldn't change history..."

He began to shiver again.

The Crying Stick Man shook his head, gently held his face, put his forehead against his, and said to him: "Be quiet, child, it's not like that. We are just reminiscing about the past. How can we change history? You have never done such a thing, and no one asked you to do that, right?"