“I want to tell everyone - even if the forest is gone and we are forced to remain numb... I still imagine that winter is not eternal, the cracks in the wall will be filled, and the flowers in the garden will bloom.”
"And God - you corrupted us into zombies, made people forget history, and let us live numbly in the Holy City - your subordinates did so many harmful things, but you seemed not to see it."
"I have been working hard for the justice in my heart... until now! I think at least some people need to speak out! We must sever this life arranged by God and kill this deep-rooted fate!"
Su Wenqing was speaking righteously, but he heard the god chuckle, and there was a lingering sadness in the chuckle.
There was an unchangeable fatigue on His face, as if He had already seen this scene before.
…He had indeed seen it.
But that should be a scene where the positions are reversed, the light and shadows are replaced. That should be... the scene where he stands in the sun, questioning the white-haired god.
That would be... such a hopeless and irreversible fall.
What expression did the gods show at that time?
...It seems so, such a faint and sad smile.
It turns out they are all the same.
It turns out they are all... "the same".
"It's not that I didn't see it. It's not that I don't care." The black-haired god lowered his eyes: "I just... really can't hear it."
...I really couldn't hear the cries of a female student before she jumped off the building.
...I really can't hear the tiny cry of an old lady.
I really don't have time to listen. Many more will die before I hear their small cries. I must listen to more important voices.
In the underworld, when the gods faced Su Mingan’s questioning, they also answered - "I can't hear you."
At this time, Su Mingan gave the same answer as the gods.
Like light and shadow.
Su Wenqing still didn't understand. The people around him had suffered so much because of the Millennium Plan. Why did their generation have to suffer for the continuation of civilization? Why were the gods so arbitrary?
The god turned around and went back to the palace, as he had more people to save.
On the judgment seat, the 19-year-old young man stared at His back with despair and resentment, denouncing His cruelty:
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"——God, you made us into sheep in the rain!!"
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This is a doomed dead end.
Young people cannot return to their hometowns, their fate depends on civilization, how desperate they are.
And this deep-rooted, long-standing, intricate, and endless panic -
It was not until the god Su Mingan came to this day that he suddenly saw it. Because he himself was suspended above this panic, with a tiny spider silk hanging around his neck.
Even if he wanted to cut the spider silk, there would be more, endless... hands, pressing him down on the snow-white hospital bed, not allowing him to die. They would infuse him with one, one, and another... the silk of life formed by the coagulation of blood vessels, making him drink the blood of sin.
Of course, the god Su Mingan is different from the gods. The former still has the desire to save as much as possible, and would rather squeeze himself to save more people. The latter has an absolutely cold perspective and only wants civilization to survive.
Su Mingan is also different from Su Wenqing. The former was able to find a better path to civilization when questioning the gods. It was also because of Su Mingan's struggle against the gods that a more perfect world pattern was created later. As for Su Wenqing, he was just making malicious speculations without knowing the full picture.
But this sense of reincarnation is still suffocating.
Again, again, and again.
Su Mingan sat upright on the altar, again and again... ignoring the crying of the old lady, ignoring the sorrow of the female students...
Time and again, he listened to voices that were more worthy of listening and saved more people.
...What Chaogao said is right.
We should think "I saved the people at one end of the train" instead of "I killed the people at the other end of the train." Only in this way can the gods not collapse.
He can only keep going, keep going, keep going.
Bang, bang, bang.
Ignore those smaller cries for help that would cause greater damage.
No matter how miserable, pitiful, and touching they were.
On and on, on and on, on and on.
Boom, boom, boom.
Pull that one—
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——A tram pole that is extremely heavy.
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And on the judgment seat, the 19-year-old black-haired young man, full of vigor and vitality, continued to question over and over again - why did God abandon the old lady, why did God ignore the crying of the female student.
God Su Ming'an,
Why……
You can’t…
——Save more?
Why, even though the age of numbness and ignorance has been broken, we seem to have returned to the period thousands of years later - the present world when beliefs were deeply rooted and human beings were numb and dull?
Why, it seems like nothing has changed?
Why is the “snow in the city” still falling?
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--Why?
Why?
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【Meanness is the passport of the mean, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble. 】
[Look, in that gilded sky,]
[——Filled with the crooked reflections of the dead.]
[The Ice Age is over, why is there ice everywhere? 】
[The Cape of Good Hope has been discovered, so why are there so many ships racing in the Dead Sea? ]
【—— Bei Dao, “Answer”】
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