【I always thought that ugly women created beautiful women. 】
【I always think that it is fools who bring out the wise. 】
【I always thought that cowards set off heroes.】
【I always thought that it was the people who converted the Buddha.】
So, where is the way to redeem all the unfortunate fates? If wisdom and understanding can lead us to find the way to redemption, can all people obtain such wisdom and understanding? 】
【——"I and the Altar of Earth"】
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It was very cold in early spring in February. Even though the City Guard was located under the warm sunshine, the small city near the north had been engulfed by heavy rain.
The taxi driver was reluctant to turn on the air conditioner. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and shivered under the wet and cold car window. The lights of traffic lights flashed by, reflecting on the young faces of the passengers in the back seat, like red and green fish swimming in the air.
As the vehicle was bumping, a voice came from the car radio:
"First Dream Patrolman, this is your meeting after all. The Ark Project was jointly finalized by the United Government, the Holy Alliance, forty-seven independent political entities, and the Church of the Gods. You don't have to worry about it..."
"I'm just curious about your progress. A special medicine that can cure the Black Mist Disease is a great achievement. I heard that the research has been quite effective. Can I take a look?"
The clear voice of the First Dream Patrol came through the car radio, making the raindrops on the window sound like the ticking of a piano.
The passenger closed his eyes slightly, listening to the sound on the car radio. The scenery outside the window passed by quickly, gray buildings, dilapidated unfinished buildings, crooked relief stations, merchants giving out porridge, refugees begging in the rain...
The bright red knot swayed in the mirror like the swaying tail of a goldfish.
"The First Dream Patrol is very popular recently. There's news about him everywhere." The taxi driver couldn't help but say while holding the steering wheel.
"Yeah." The passenger responded.
“Before the First Dream Patrolman appeared in the world, I thought he would be a mature and steady middle-aged man, but when he showed up, he was actually a young man who had just reached adulthood. When I was his age, I was still playing arcade games, but now he is saving the world.” The driver shook his head and sighed.
The passenger laughed: "A mature and steady middle-aged man? Does he give people this impression in the live broadcast?"
The driver said, "Yes. When Lou Yue Guo first started, people on the forum were guessing if he was a middle-aged congressman. Who knew he was actually a young man?"
The passenger narrowed his eyes and whispered, "He used to be consistent in his appearance and heart."
The driver stepped on the accelerator and the vehicle sped away in the heavy rain. The piano sound on the window glass became more and more beautiful.
After getting off the bus, the passenger held up a bright red umbrella and walked into the gray city. He looked up, revealing a still young face, with blue eyes that seemed to reflect the bleak and rainy sky.
Noel understands the difficulties of this world very well.
To him, it's just a game, but to the people who live here, it's their whole life.
He held an umbrella and strode forward. This was one of the cities with the most serious black fog disease, and almost everyone's face had more or less purple and black marks. The dilapidated buildings were like rotten leaves rooted in the soil, with insects and ants gnawing and breeding everywhere.
"According to the current information, there are hidden clues of the Ark Project here..." Noel walked towards an unfinished building with a tablet in his hand. The corridor could collapse at any time. But even in such an extremely dangerous house, there are still a large group of people living together for warmth.
"Dad, Dad, are you back?"
Suddenly, a little girl ran into Noel's arms. Noel was stunned for a moment. Although he was already 26 years old, he should not have a child that old.
"Oh... I saw it wrong, it's not Dad." The little girl saw Noel's face and stepped back disappointedly: "When will Dad come back? He said he would come back after he got the vaccine..."
Noel's expression froze and he sighed secretly.
He knew what had happened here. As the black fog disease spread very quickly, the real estate developers fled quickly, and the houses that the residents had invested their entire lives in immediately became unfinished buildings. Their lifelong efforts instantly became worthless. The people in power in the city colluded with each other and did not care about the cries of the people. All the requests for help sank in the heavy rain.
Someone used money to lure the residents here to voluntarily accept human experiments and inject the drugs provided by the Ark Project. The father of this little girl was probably one of the subjects and never returned.
“…”
When Noel went upstairs, he almost stepped on a corpse. It was the corpse of an ordinary person, wearing a tattered jacket and with purple and black marks all over his face.
Noel reached out his hand and closed the corpse's eyes. He had seen too many corpses like this.
He walked a few more steps and heard people arguing in the corridor.
"My son will come back! I, I want to buy some shrimps for my son. He loves boiled shrimps the most..." This was said by an old lady with a trembling voice.
"Old lady, we are not here to ask about your son, we are just here to ask for money. Your son owes hundreds of thousands of dollars, and now he is missing, you have to pay it back for him." These are the voices of a group of men.
"Human life...human life is of paramount importance. Please be kind and give me a little more time. If it really doesn't work, just sell my organs. Kidneys, liver, heart, spinal cord, blood...they can all be sold. I heard that all of them can be sold!" The old lady replied tremblingly.
Noel went upstairs and saw the old lady. Her eye sockets were sunken, her light red skin was close to her cheekbones, her sparse silver hair looked thin under the rain outside the window, the red flowered jacket she was wearing was full of traces of patching, and she was holding a dead shrimp in her hand.
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