Chapter 95: It's true that his temper is flying, little bird
At 8:05 p.m., Bai Ling was sent out of the detention center through the back door.
Heinz took away his forbidden ring and threw him a new one. They planned to find a heinous murderer, conceal the truth, and hang him in his place.
Bai Ling put on the new forbidden ring, and the characters lit up, revealing his new identity, his name was——
[White Feather]
He was stunned for a second, then turned to look at Heinz, who said nonchalantly, "There are many birds with the same name in the Empire. One more or one less won't make a difference."
Heinz was a man of great power, so restoring a piece of data was easy for him.
Not only that, he also thoughtfully copied a copy of the old information into it. Bai Ling changed the terminal to log in, and the new account automatically popped up the old military group, old memos, and the chess game records with Mr. D.
One cannot help but marvel at the meticulousness of this beta.
But Bai Ling knew very well that Heinz would never do favors for no reason.
He narrowed his eyes and was about to ask for clarification, but Heinz retreated into the shadows with a faint smile on his face. At the same time, another voice exploded from behind:
"Stinky bird!"
Before Bai Ling could turn around, he was elbowed away by someone. The man was very tall, panting and indignant, his hood fell to his shoulders, revealing an upright and handsome face.
It's Sava!
Bai Ling's pupils shrank slightly. He never expected to see him here. But the thought flashed through his mind and Bai Ling quickly realized something. When he glanced at the shadow again, Heinz had already left quietly.
"You asked Heinz to bring you here?" Bai Ling asked hastily, "Did he force you to do anything?"
Sava looked away and said vaguely, "No... He is just a beta and can't tag me... Anyway, I won't lose anything."
Bai Ling sneered: "Haha, love-brained."
Sava: "...I'm not in love. It's a cold deal where both parties get what they want! It's a deal!"
No matter how excitedly he explained, Bai Ling still dragged him into the pharmacy and gestured coldly to the salesperson:
"You need oral egg-avoiding medicine, the strongest kind, for hens."
Amid Savva's angry mutterings, the salesperson took out a box of pink pills and said with a smile, "This is better. It's a common medicine for omegas to keep at home. It has very few side effects. One box is better than six boxes."
Bai Ling decided to pay: "Take this box."
Salesperson: "Okay, please show us your guardian's permission."
license? The two birds looked at each other, then looked at the notice posted on the wall at the same time, and noticed the words written in black and white:
[According to the relevant policies of the Egg and Embryo Committee, all unmarried omegas over the age of 18 must be accompanied by a guardian when purchasing family planning products, or provide a guardian's identity code for verification. ]
The purpose of buying egg-avoiding medicine is to kill jellyfish sperm, so of course you can't contact Heinz.
Bai Ling made up his mind with an expressionless face, and handed over the terminal: "Switch my guardian."
At this moment, a piece of news popped up in the notification bar of the terminal, like a dark cloud covering the moon, obscuring the gloomy identity page. Bai Ling didn't take it seriously and was about to open the pop-up window, but his fingers froze and he could see the title clearly in an instant.
Toppling the sculpture.
Bai Ling suddenly felt his heart tighten and blood flow throughout his body became blocked.
But the salesperson said, "It's a shame they want to knock down the statue. It's my childhood memory."
Bai Ling was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is it just a pity?"
"Well, it's on the news. It's just a move, not a destruction, so it shouldn't matter." The salesperson shrugged nonchalantly.
People are always willing to compromise.
If you told them to destroy the sculpture, they would probably be furious. But as long as you change the way you phrase it, saying they want to move, they will become more receptive. After that, big things became small, and small things became nothing. People's memories became vague, and no one remembered what was erected in the square before.
What is more chilling than total destruction is the people’s forgetfulness.
Bai Ling took the medicine box and walked out without saying a word. The cold wind blew through the empty streets, and the snowflakes gathered into a pool of muddy ice on the ground. When you stepped on it, it made a crackling sound, which sounded like breaking bones.
He raised his head, his eyes passing through the drifting snow and wind to the sculpture standing in the distance.
Sava stood beside him with his hands in his pockets, chewing a pill between his teeth and said unhappily: "People say it is better to die in glory than to live in disgrace. If the old emperor knew that his sculpture was going to be thrown into the garbage dump, he would have wished it had rotted in the factory."
Bai Ling faced the cold wind and smiled absentmindedly: "It is indeed his temper."
"What?" Sava didn't react for a moment.
Bai Ling turned his head, smiling, but his eyes were more determined: "Little Hen of the Dark Night, do you want to do something bad that will be known in the interstellar world?"
Sava: “?!”
That must be it, I think.
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The sculpture, built in memory of Isopause, has appeared on the cover of Geographic magazine many times. It pierces through the clouds and is spectacular. Even the old emperor's most hated enemies had to admit its grandeur. When they stopped here to watch, they couldn't help but look up.
It has witnessed the birth of many great masters of the last century, and has also witnessed the blooming and withering of the empire. The former prosperity is gone forever, and it has gradually been neglected by people, becoming a residence for homeless people and a resting place for pigeons and birds.
Now, the two birds slid lightly into its shadow, avoiding the growing army, and silently climbed over the thorn fence and entered the interior of the sculpture.
There is a staircase inside, which is so narrow that only one person can pass through. Every ten steps up, it turns a corner, and it is as long and sharp as a tower.
They climbed for about ten minutes and pushed open the damp and rotten wooden door, but were shocked.
Someone is smoking outside.
Bai Ling stretched his head and saw that it was the old administrator.
The old administrator's face was stunned for a moment, then he immediately became serious: "Didn't you watch the news? This place is going to be demolished soon. Hurry up and get down. I don't want to see you lose your lives."
Bai Ling said softly, "We came here to evacuate and make sure there was no one up there, but we didn't expect to run into you."
"You've come just in time," the old administrator said, waving his hand at them, cigarette in hand, asking them to come through. "I just found out there's another resident here, take them down quickly."
Sava looked around but didn't see anyone: "Where is it?"
The old administrator held a cigarette between his fingers, pointing the bright red butt at the ear of the sculpture, "There is a bird's nest over there. I don't know which stupid bird laid eggs in the middle of winter, and there are three crying chicks in it, pitiful. I just checked, the adult bird is not there, probably because it heard the trumpets of the army below and flew away long ago to escape."
Bai Ling took out the chicks one by one and carefully stuffed them into the hood of Sava's big down jacket.
Then, the old administrator took them to the right shoulder of the sculpture, where there was a small platform, just enough for three people to stand and easily overlook the entire capital.
The feathers on Sava's head were blown all over the place by the wind. He said with difficulty: "The scenery here is nice, but the wind is a bit strong."
The old administrator sighed, "You two are lucky. The last person to climb here was Iso Paraiso."
As if to prove his words, he rubbed the neck of the sculpture with his red, frozen palms, brushing off a layer of snow, then a layer of dust, and finally revealing a faint white mark.
Bai Ling's heart skipped a beat, and he leaned over to read out the words word by word: "Become the most useful state machine in the world."
The old administrator said: "This is the vision he left behind on the day the sculpture was completed. He stood there--"
He pointed at where Bai Ling was standing, causing Bai Ling's muscles to tense.
"I still remember how the strong wind on the upper floors blew his golden hair, and how his voice came through the wind and reached my ears. He said: The empire is not great because of me, but because of the people. I am just a machine on the assembly line, putting boxes on them."
Bai Ling's heart began to beat violently.
The old administrator walked to the fence and looked down: "At that time, there were shelters at the foot of the sculpture. They were the largest shelters in the entire galaxy and the warmest houses. The unemployed, those who couldn't afford heating, and children without parents could all spend a winter there safely. Many people don't know that this money was paid out of Isuparezo's own pocket."
Bai Ling couldn't help but turn his eyes away, his eyes slightly hot.
He is one of the countless children "raised" by Isoparaiso.
"But now, look what's down there?" The old administrator sneered. "What kind of shelter is that? It's long gone. It's been turned into a high-end restaurant and hotel. The upper class party there every night. Their spending in one night is equivalent to two years' expenses for an ordinary family. Ordinary people don't even have the qualifications to go in."
Sava has very good eyesight. From his perspective, he can see the vaulted ceiling and crystal glass roof of the hotel, and the swimming pool that is always like spring.
It was freezing cold outside, with temperatures as low as minus 20 degrees Celsius, but the dignitaries were sweating inside. They played and frolicked in the swimming pool with abandon and enjoyed the best chef and expensive imported food in the era of scarcity.
Looking closer, one can see groups of construction vehicles cutting off the sculpture's feet.
They came beneath the statue's robe not to seek shelter but to harm it.
Bai Ling clenched his fingers so tightly that his knuckles turned blue. He closed his eyes, exhaled heavily, and asked, "Sava, are all the things ready?"
Sava checked the terminal and nodded, "My mecha has brought the stuff from home. There are 10 nuclear detonators that can blow through any metal."
A breeze blew, and floating snowflakes fell on the shoulders of the sculpture, so light and yet so heavy.
Bai Ling stood on the shoulders of the sculpture, as if he was standing on the shoulders of a giant of that era. In a trance, he felt that the sculpture seemed to turn its face and glanced back at him.
His vision shook, and his thin body trembled in the wind. As his chest rose and fell violently, he suddenly felt that the sculpture was nodding to him.
The other person seemed to be saying: Fly, little bird.
Bai Ling stretched out his hand and gently stroked the white signature. It has gone through wind and rain, and the words have become dim and missing, but it embodies a period of time and life in Isupareso.
Bai Ling had never participated in that era, but he could always glimpse its profoundness from every little detail.
Everyone is thriving and looking forward to a better tomorrow.
Bai Ling's chest felt like it was blocked by a heavy object. He bit his lower lip slowly and wrote with his finger next to his signature, where the snow had touched it:
[Home, sweet home]
Sava had just knocked out the stubborn old administrator and was ready to throw him up together with the mecha once it arrived. He turned his head and saw the stinky bird pressing its face against the cold sculpture in a daze.
Sava gasped and kicked him hastily: "Get your face away from here! Your skin will get frozen and stick to it! What the hell are you doing?"
The bird stood up, its fine hair fluttering in the wind, and said softly, "I want to say goodbye to it."
At this moment, the sculpture felt a subtle vibration from the bottom, like an earthquake. When it reached the upper level, the vibration suddenly became stronger.
"They are about to cut off my ankles, we have to speed up!" Sava held the railing with one hand and the bird with the other, and urgently called Ptolemy from a distance.
Bai Ling made a prompt decision: "You send Mr. Administrator up, and I will lay the mines."
"Fuck, you're trying to be a hero again, right? We agreed to do something bad together!"
Bai Ling caught the package thrown by Ptolemy, took out the detonator, pulled out the safety device, looked back and said calmly:
"I'm responsible for doing bad things, and you're responsible for catching me. That's a deal."
After saying this, he stepped on the ground with his toes, jumped lightly onto the top of the sculpture, and began to install it quickly.
"Stinky bird!" Although Sava cursed, he had to admit that this kind of thing could only be done by the agile 3S Peregrine Falcon.
He activated the mecha's cloaking device and carefully dodged the searchlight from below, floating in the shadow on the back of the sculpture, counting on the stopwatch while nervously staring at the agile figure on the sculpture.
When the three minutes were up, the bird swung its shoulders, twisted its body in the air, and landed lightly on the front plate of the mecha.
Bai Ling climbed into Ptolemy and sat in the co-pilot seat. Sava turned the steering wheel and urged the mecha to leave the scene at the maximum speed.
Time when two pairs of eyes stare at the lower right corner of the screen at the same time:
20:59
21:00
Boom! The earth-shaking sound carried with it an unstoppable shock wave, which spread out in all directions with the sculpture as the center and the square as the radius.
The huge head smashed down with tremendous force, slamming into the armored vehicles, instantly crushing them into two-dimensional iron sheets.
The sharp sword in his hand fell, hit the ground, and then rose up again, rushing into the glass room of the high-end hotel. The water in the swimming pool splashed violently, and the dignitaries screamed and fled in all directions.
Then came the lantern in the left hand, the arm in the right hand, and finally the chest burst. The entire sculpture fell down and fell forward to the ground, returning to the embrace of dust.
At that moment, people on the entire artificial continent felt the vibration of the ground.
They stopped what they were doing, rushed to the window, and saw dust floating in the air. It took them a while to realize that it was not the smoke and dust from the corpses of the old empire, but just blowing snow particles.
People stared blankly into the distance.
Once upon a time, the sculpture was a symbol of comfort and emotion for them, but now it ended with an incomparably magnificent destruction and disappeared from their sight forever.
Now, the dust from its fall has drifted into the streets and into the windowsills of thousands of homes. It has transformed into billions of tiny dots, becoming ubiquitous and truly indelible.
Many years later, when they pass by the square again, even if it has become empty, there will always be a sculpture standing there in their hearts.
That is a scar that will never heal.
It turns out that the era of Isupareso is really gone.
They were like children who were overprotected by their mothers. It was not until they saw the tombstones fall down with their own eyes that they suddenly realized that
They were already standing on the edge of a cliff, with nowhere to retreat.
That night, mournful cries could be heard in the dreams of the entire capital star.
I am not crying for the sculpture, I am crying for my own destiny.
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