At this moment, footsteps were heard behind me.
Xiaobai and Huibai, along with a large group of researchers, went up to the rooftop.
"Ran Bo...! Why are you sitting there? Come here quickly!" The middle-aged mentor, who had always been mean, knew that Ran Bo was useful now, and immediately changed his face and asked Ran Bo to come over in a friendly manner.
Ran Bo did not move and continued to sit on the edge of the rooftop.
"Ran Bo, I know you have met the Lord of the World. He should have taught you how to retain your previous memories." Xiao Bai said directly: "Now, we need an artificial Rin tribe - and you are the only expert who has retained memories in this area. Please help me."
Ran Bo slowly turned his neck and stared at the researchers with his red eyes.
He smiled, and the seven-color paint on his face shone in the sunlight.
He crossed his hands and placed them gently on his knees, and chuckled:
"I once believed in Viridodo, but this god of inspiration never favored me. During countless resets, my research results were arbitrarily tampered with by the Creator. I was slandered, cyberbullied, and had my box opened by humans. In the end, I was left with nothing."
"Later, I converted to Cretgens, hoping that the Dawn Mother Goddess could grant me happiness and love. However, after countless resets, my fate remained unchanged. I tried to question the creators of Olives, but those darlings of the world never cared about the thoughts of a speck of dust in the era."
"The edifice of science has long since collapsed, but I am still its prisoner, unwillingly trying to pick up pearls from the ruins."
"So what if I retain the reset memory? This will only make me more and more desperate, more and more hateful, and more and more powerless!"
"The dust of the times, falling on people like us, is like a huge mountain."
"Now, I have begun to believe in the devil of fun, Casadia... I have gradually come to understand that everything is suffering, and my persistence is meaningless. The building of science is no longer there. I should have understood this long ago."
"Ridiculous! How ridiculous! The edifice of modern physics that humans have painstakingly built over tens of millions of years is actually no match for a strawberry shortcake that suddenly appeared! Haha, hahahahahaha…
"The floating apple that does not rely on Newton's law of gravity, the super-accelerated shot put that does not conform to Galileo's law, the mechanical perpetual motion machine that mocks Aristotle's wisdom... They appear so abruptly, yet seem so reasonable. With just the movement of the pen tip, such a thing that violates the theorem of millions of years is born."
The black-haired researcher in white stood up, turned around, opened his arms, and the seven-color paint on his face shone brightly. He laughed wildly like a qualified believer in fun:
“Ha—Ahahahaha—hahahaha—!!!”
"So, look! Ladies and gentlemen! Emotional words have replaced rational science!"
"Behold! The inspiration of a madman has taken the place of beautiful, objective laws!
"Look! The ink flowing recklessly replaces the complete order!"
"What delight! What rapture! What a delight it is! Laugh—laugh—!"
Absurd laughter filled the rooftop, and people looked shocked and sad.
The researcher in white laughed loudly, raised the paint bucket beside him, and splashed it on himself. In an instant, the rigorous and simple white coat was dyed red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.
The colorful splendor jumped onto his face, dripping down, flowing into his mouth, and into his neck.
Xiaobai stood silently, tilting his head:
"…Then why are you crying?"
She never understood the complexity of human beings.
Some people are laughing but they are not really happy. Some people are crying but they seem to be really happy.
The ultimate goal of life is peaceful awakeness. People suffer because they are awake but not peaceful, or peaceful but not awake. Humans have been chasing after things that make them more and more unpeaceful since they were born. If they catch them, they are peaceful, and if they can't catch them, they are awake.
Peace and clarity have never been in harmony, so even if life ends, they cannot reach the ultimate in their hearts. Therefore, humans are always unwilling to accept the end of life.
Xiaobai has always been curious about why humans are so amazing.
Cry when you want to cry, laugh when you want to laugh. Why do you have to laugh while crying, and why do you have to cry while laughing? The human named Su Mingan always likes to do this.
"I have no idea."
The man painted with seven colors of oil paint tilted his head, his messy black hair swaying, and his face really had an expression of both crying and laughing.
"…I don't know," he repeated.
Xiao Bai said: "If you help us, I can appoint you as the head of Queqiu Research Institute now."
The shocked expressions on the faces of the people around you show how important this honor is.
However, Ran Bo still had an expression that looked like he was about to cry.
Xiao Bai said: "I can give you the Viridito Award. This is what you have been pursuing all your life."
Ran Bo's pupils shrank.
Xiao Bai said: "Besides, I can also clear your parents' names and tell everyone that they should not be burned to death. They are great people."
Ran Bo's whole body was shaking.
Xiao Bai finally showed a puzzled look: "What else do you want?"
Ran Bo suddenly threw away the paint bucket in his hand, and stared at Xiao Bai with seven colors of oil paint all over his body:
"Xiao Que... I want to ask Xiao Que more! I want to ask him why! Why did he betray my parents? Why did he tamper with my research?"
He became more and more excited as he spoke: "Yes, I want to meet him! I can finally meet him! This person who easily changed my life, this person who is as free as a dove..."
Xiaobai and Huibai looked at each other, and Xiaobai shook his head: "Oliviers is dead. I'm afraid you will never get the answer."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
