The severed finger was disinfected and bandaged, and the right arm was numb with pain, as well as the old injury on the right shoulder from a few days ago.
It can be said that there are many disasters.
"Prosthetic body is also possible, but I have to go to the inner city for surgery."
The two sides ceased fighting, and Sharge and Bai Shu stood alone by the guardrail on the mountainside. They could see the forest at dawn and the wilderness in the distance at a glance.
Bai Zhu rested his left hand on the railing and did not ask any questions.
How did Sharg know she was here?
And why did you come to save her?
You can know these questions without asking.
Her identity was exposed, and she was sought because of her identity. Arms dealers like the poet would not let go of "talents" who could break the technical barriers in the inner city, let alone those related to Bai Lingyu.
All this information comes from the Red Queen Casino. The men who are following him, Bai Zhu himself, and the person behind the scenes who provided [Alice] are also closely related to the prevention and treatment center and the inspection team.
Asking is useless, a waste of time, and the result remains unchanged.
After a moment of silence, Bai Zhu said: "Why is it called [poet]? Is it really a writer who writes poetry?"
"Oh no, I'm not a real poet," Sharger smiled. "I don't know elegant language. I can only use rough parallelism at most."
Bai Shu suddenly became interested: "What about?"
"Well... let me think about it: 'You have to pass your exams and the job you get is either shining shoes or herding cattle or driving pigs, thank God, I don't want any of that, screw it!' "
Even if it was an exclamation, he said it very gently, like a long sigh.
Bai Zhu laughed muffledly, "It seems a bit rough."
Sharger said helplessly: "Is this so? It's really a sad comment."
Bai Shu shook his head, holding on to the railing and looking into the distance again, and Sharge stopped talking.
The sky and the earth are hazy, separated by a line of red.
The wind blows from afar.
"The poet should be a fire thief."
Sharger looked at the red cloud and said softly:
“Steal the capital of the superior and give it to the poor; learn the knowledge of the noble and give it to the humble;
"Steal the secret treasures of the imprisoned and give them to the exiles. Finally, steal the power of God and give it to the ordinary."
His voice was not loud, and the wind was too strong, so the poem was blown away.
Bai Shu couldn't hear it clearly, but he probably had a guess: "Is this your original intention of doing arms trading?"
"Yes," Sharger nodded, "I was born in the inner city, which was not called the inner city at that time. I spent my youth there until I was expelled from the inner city at the age of seventeen."
"Why?"
"Because I feel that power should not be possessed by a few people, and superiority cannot be monopolized by blood. God has given the world infinite talents, but in the end, progress is restricted because of birth, and we cannot get the results we deserve. This is too detrimental to the progress of mankind. unfair."
Sharger placed his hands lightly on the railing, with a little nostalgia in his eyes:
“So I carried out some activities that were against the nobility, and the family removed me and expelled me.
"Later, on the road of exile, I met civilians who were unable to fight against the aliens, refugees who exchanged their food for food, businessmen who resold food at high prices, and nobles who still had enough food and clothing to spend endless amounts of money. A mother begged for a mouth to feed her child. Fan went into the granary and was shot to death. Countless workers were enslaved and shot when they resisted."
Sharge paused for a moment, frowning slightly, as if he couldn't bear it:
"The power of weapons is so great that whoever has them has the right to speak and the right to live on this land, so I gave up many and established an arms line.
"Firstly, it can protect myself when aliens attack, and it can also benefit others; secondly... I want to try to change this situation before everything is irreversible."
Change the situation?
When arms lines are set up, it is not about peace.
This trend may point the gun directly at the Parliament.
"Since it's all an arms business, what's your relationship with the Red Queen Casino? The boss behind it?"
"Oh no, March's father was a business partner who made a fortune with me. After his unfortunate death, I have been taking care of his daughter. The Red Queen Casino is a good deal that can support and protect myself. I support her son Cheng Father’s business.”
Sharger was a little sad: "But the Second City was suddenly polluted, and no one from the Red Queen Casino escaped. I also took advantage of the opportunity to leave early, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get out."
"Sorry," Bai Zhu said, "but the Red Queen Casino has a deep connection with you. How much do you know about [Alice]'s background?"
She originally had a bottle, but it was hidden in the Second City because it was difficult to carry.
"This is March's own transaction. I checked it for her. It is indeed a good and promising deal, so I approve of her transaction."
Sherg said: "But if it is a specific source of goods... it should be in the safe file of the Red Queen Casino. I don't have a confidential backup here. When the contamination subsides, you may be able to go to the Second City to look for it."
Pollution subsided?
That would take several years.
"I see."
Baizhu had no other reaction. She looked down at her injured finger, her mind drifting away until she was attracted by the sound of rustling paper.
Sharger took out a piece of origami paper from somewhere and turned it over, as if thinking about what to fold: "Thousands of origami cranes, or paper airplanes?"
Bai Shu: "Paper airplanes are easy to fold...does they have any meaning?"
“Not really.
"If you let different people choose, some people will fold a paper crane, and some people will fold a paper airplane. This is their difference. As for what it represents, it is different in every situation, defending the city or attacking, peace Or battle, complex or simple, origami embodies the subtle differences in the psychology of different people in different scenarios.”
Sharger's fingers folded over and the plane took shape.
"You know, kid, there is a trick to folding a paper airplane. Its head should be folded sharply, thinly, and sharply, but some people always fold it too thickly, so that it cannot fly to the destination. After all, your expected destination is high. And far away.”
Sharger handed the paper airplane in his hand to Baizhu, with a slight smile on his lips, as if he was following the instructions:
"You have to have this unstoppable feeling of letting go of your worries and crushing everything, so that you can be like this-"
He said, leading Bai Zhu to raise his hand forward.
"——Flying out so lightly."
The paper plane is far away, flying into the distance.
Baizhu narrowed his eyes slightly.
"As far as protecting the city is concerned, we are actually the same. I also know that you and Colonel Bai have a deep relationship, but since you will cooperate with the casino to buy and sell arms, it means that you are different from Colonel Bai. At least you don't want to go back and forth. Parliament's Army Line.
"However, there are many ways to achieve the goal. Different paths lead to the same goal, and you don't have to stick to any one. What's more, the process is not important, the results are worth considering. Worrying too much won't fly fast, nor will you fly far."
Sharger stretched out his hand and gave a gentle invitation: "I need technology and you need materials. Why don't you let go and try to cooperate with me? Maybe you can achieve the results you want in a few years."
Old fox, you know I'm afraid of you, so I'm just going to attack your heart.
The paper plane had long since disappeared. Bai Shu finally withdrew his gaze and held Sharger's hand:
“A pleasure to work with.”
