Each of the twelve locations symbolizes the various aspects of life of the residents of the city.
Collecting this information bit by bit, Su Mingan gradually realized that there seemed to be an unknown iceberg hiding under the sea, which could set off a raging tsunami at any time. It will suddenly burst out at some point, overwhelming everything.
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The third to last stop, Daoya No. 1 High School. Su Mingan met the head teacher Xia Jiawen.
Xia Jiawen was dressed up today, wearing a suit and leather shoes, holding flowers, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He was standing at the school gate not knowing who he was waiting for.
"Student Su, it turns out that you skipped class to do charity." Xia Jiawen saw the bread in Su Ming'an's hand: "Work hard, and the teacher will forget that you don't ask for leave every day."
Su Mingan's eyes were fixed on the roses in Xia Jiawen's arms.
"Shh." Xia Jiawen immediately waved his hand: "Today is a very important day for me. Don't make any noise or ruin my good deeds."
Su Ming'an glanced at the school gate. In addition to the students who were playing ball, there was also a tall female teacher standing there. It seemed that Xia Jiawen was interested in her. He specially held roses at the school gate to wait for people to get off work.
"Teacher Xia..." Su Mingan said.
"Go, go, don't stand here, light bulb." Xia Jiawen waved his hands repeatedly.
Su Mingan coughed and followed Li Mingyue away. He would not remind Xia Jiawen that he could not wear shorts with a suit when confessing his love.
"——You haven't come to class these past few days. I have compiled all the cultural knowledge you lack into an electronic document and sent it to you. Remember to read it and don't waste your studies!"
Xia Jiawen's voice came from behind.
Su Mingan waved his hand and continued walking forward.
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At the penultimate stop, in an abandoned library, Su Mingan met a blond young businessman who was reading books.
The blond businessman did not pray for food like other residents, but stood quietly aside. Su Mingan approached and the blond businessman spoke.
"Hey, are you a clergyman?" The blond businessman was carrying a bag and had a slim figure.
"Is something wrong?" Su Mingan responded.
"Oh, it's true. I've always envied clergy like you. As long as you use 'serving the gods' as an excuse, you can do anything openly." The blond businessman said.
"Are you okay?" Su Mingan repeated.
"It's okay. I'm a businessman. I just want to ask you if you need to buy something. My complaint won't affect our transaction, right?" said the blond businessman.
"What do you have?" Su Mingan asked.
"Letters, photos, books, and diaries are all made of paper. Unlike other businessmen, I will only be happy to collect written items in the ruins. These words record the last love of the dead and injured before they starved to death. , maybe I have left very good memories, and I don’t want these items to fade away,” said the blond businessman.
"It sounds nice, but it's actually picking up other people's relics and selling them for money." Su Mingan said.
"Haha." The blond businessman smiled. He wore a mask that covered half of his face, only revealing a pair of blue eyes. When he smiled, he was extremely cheerful, and the beauty of the lower half of his face could be vaguely glimpsed: "Then this priest Personnel, do you want to trade with me? Any food, water, or medical items can be exchanged. Maybe one of the diaries in my backpack has the information you need?"
Su Mingan was a little wary when he heard the blond businessman's tone: "Are you a god?"
His bet with the gods has begun, and any key figure he meets may be a god. I don't know if the blond businessman in front of me is a key figure, but he is definitely more important than the grandfathers, grandmothers and others I met before.
"God?" The blond businessman's smile continued: "You want to identify me as a god?"
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A blood-red prompt popped up at this moment, and the special effects were extremely scary.
[Do you believe that the blond businessman in front of you is a "god"? 】
[Once the designation is confirmed, it cannot be changed. 】
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"No, I don't mean that." Su Mingan shook his head.
There are ten days in total, so there is no rush to identify him directly, there may be someone more suspicious of a god who has not yet appeared.
"I want all your things." Su Mingan said.
What the other party is selling is information. Even if Su Mingan doesn't buy it, some players who meet this businessman later will probably still buy it.
"Ah, great patron! I love you so much!" The blond businessman wanted to hug Su Ming'an hard, but Su Ming'an avoided him. Dust fell from the bookcases on both sides, and the heavy bookcases rolled on the ground. The businessman seemed to want to hug him, so Su Mingan punched him directly on the chin.
"Your fists are really soft." The blond businessman took a half step back without getting angry: "Okay, let's start trading directly."
He took off his backpack, which was filled with snowflake-like scraps of paper, photo albums, diaries, and letters. They are all written items left by others.
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[Pay "two pieces of blue-level and above equipment" to exchange for something from the blond businessman. 】
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Su Mingan took out two pieces of blue-level equipment from his backpack. He had fought in the Dawn War of the Ninth World for a long time and picked up a lot of blue-level and green-level quality equipment. After the transaction was completed, he picked up his backpack and walked out of the library.
The blond businessman stood in the library, looking at Su Mingan's back, his eyes moving slightly.
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The last stop is the square in the center of the city.
As soon as Li Mingyue arrived, people with sallow faces and thin muscles immediately gathered around. The white pigeons on the square fluttered and flew past the ancient bell tower and old trees.
Su Mingan sat by the fountain, flipping through the contents of his schoolbag to see if there was any useful information.
He took out one piece of paper items after another:
A beautiful wedding photo with the date written several years ago on the back. The groom and bride in the photo are smiling happily. There is no special information.
A handwritten poster, which must have been posted on the street, said "A beautiful girl can be exchanged for four loaves of bread", and the transaction address and number were written below.
A letter that seemed to have been bombed and was completely black on the paper, with scrawled handwriting: [Xiaoyong, your father's illness has improved a lot recently. Your grandma's noodle making skills have been passed down. Now the whole family is very happy. ,And so you go home. Come back as soon as possible, okay? 】
A postcard depicting a roller coaster was torn in half, with blood stains remaining: [Mom, where are you? Why didn't you come back after you went out to find food yesterday? You will come back every day. Mom, I heard bad guys knocking on the door, they seemed to be coming in...]
Su Mingan looked at it for a while. These were all relics abandoned in the ruins. When the items in the backpack were almost finished, he finally found one that was relevant to him.
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A piece of paper torn into pieces:
[The white morning flower means the birth of a miracle, and the blessings in this world will be engraved in your soul forever. I wish you a bright life and good health. Life after life, eternal life.
Life after life, life after life.
Eternal life, eternal life.
Please let me find you, please let me wait for you.
The white bird will guide me, the black bird will remember me. I would also like to turn into a bird and pray for the day when the Supreme Word Spirit is established and the day when miracles are born!
- God, please grant us forgiveness.
(Simple drawing: The stick figure holds a long sword and pierces a bird with a long and narrow tail feathers)]
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The handwriting on this note is elegant. The writer should be a fanatical believer in the gods. Su Mingan noticed this note because of the mention of "Chaoyan Flower".
...This simple drawing is a bit interesting. A man is killing a bird. What does this imply?
Su Ming'an thought for a moment, packed his schoolbag, and sat by the fountain, with spring water flowing behind him. Li Mingyue was still distributing relief supplies and didn't say anything when she saw Su Ming'an being lazy.
People come and go, and the loudspeakers in the square play the daily news:
"Recently, the number of people committing suicide by jumping from buildings has increased. The Holy Alliance Army strongly condemns this behavior. Human life belongs to the gods. Suicide to end one's life prematurely is disrespectful to fate and is not conducive to the spread of positive social sentiments. It violates National laws and regulations. Please cherish life and refuse to commit suicide, life will become more and more happy..."
suicide?
Su Mingan thought for a while. Along the way, he had indeed heard a lot of news about suicides by jumping off buildings. There have been a lot of suicides recently. Maybe people can't accept the end of the world and can't persist in living.
The radio is still playing soothing music: "Please cherish life and live actively. Please believe that life will get better and better..."
"Peng!"
There was a loud bang, and Su Mingan turned his head and saw that there was also a distribution point on the other side of the square, but the ones distributing tobacco there were tobacco.
"——If you don't have money to buy any tobacco, get out!"
A scrawny old man was pushed to the ground, scratching his head and ears like a drug addict: "Give me tobacco, give me tobacco...please, please..."
However, the man selling tobacco had no mercy and just stepped in and told the old man to get out of his way and not to hinder his business.
Everyone else avoided the grief-stricken old man. Even the people in gold and silver did not help.
Most of the people were wearing thin and shabby clothes, passing by like refugees, with their heads bowed and hunched backs. They could hardly even afford food and clothing, and their eyes had long lost their light. Some people were coughing with their heads down, and there were huge swellings on their bodies. Some people collapsed on the roadside, looking longingly at the begging change in the bowl, immersed in the fantasy created by tobacco, and salivating.
"Hehehe, so happy, so happy..."
They rolled on the ground, hugging their mutilated bodies, smiling happily in the joy of spirit.
Happiness is an obligation and must be observed.
Happiness is an obligation and you must smile.
"Haha, hahahaha, so happy, so happy..." The residents squirmed like maggots, even if they were on the verge of starving to death, their faces were full of smiles.
It is obviously an endless hell where people are hungry and cold, and twisted worms of human beings are crawling everywhere, but people seem to be living in paradise, talking and laughing, and no one dares to shed tears.
Seeing this scene, Su Ming'an felt the chills getting worse.
"We will be committed to improving people's lives and ensuring the lives of urban residents in the rear on the premise of dispersing the dark fog on the front lines. Please believe that life will become happier and happier..." The positive female voice in the loudspeaker continued to appeal, briskly Lively music echoes in the world, like the most suitable music.
The most suitable music for hell.
Su Mingan couldn't help but think - this is really like a group of deaf-mute people who cover their ears and close their eyes. Apart from the concept of "happiness", they can't see or listen to anything else.
For the sake of the future of the "human" species, humans themselves have "alienated" themselves into deaf-mute monsters.
Next to him, Li Mingyue finally finished distributing all the relief materials and walked towards Su Ming'an.
"After sending it out, let's go back." Li Mingyue said.
"..." Su Mingan was silent.
"Have you never seen such a scene?" Li Mingyue observed his expression.
"……No."
"The vision is too grand, and these things will indeed be ignored. The war may seem to only have hundreds of millions or even billions of casualties, but when it comes to each person, it is equivalent to a vast universe. In the eyes of ordinary people, every family has a negative impact on them. As far as they are concerned, it is a universe. Even a decrease in the number '1' is equivalent to the collapse of the universe in their eyes." Li Mingyue said.
"..."
"Wen Sheng. Don't take drugs that force you to stabilize your mind, and don't use similar abilities too much. Otherwise, you will be like those lunatics on the ground." Li Mingyue sighed.
"..."
"Did you listen? Just say 'hmm' when you heard it."
"..."
"Forget it, let's go."
"..."
Su Mingan stood up and walked forward, his steps suddenly stopped.
A little girl who looked about eight or nine years old rolled at his feet, with a cheerful smile on her face. Her limbs were twisted abnormally, and she was laughing and drooling:
"Hehehe... happiness, happiness..."
"Mom...where is mom...Mom took a lot of medicine, mom is missing..."
Bloodshot eyes covered her eyes, and the clarity and tenderness that should have belonged to her age were long gone. Only the hazy turbidity of an old woman and the mental dream caused by tobacco were left in her eyes.
A few white pigeons stayed on her head, seeming to wonder whether the twins were eyes or food, and why they showed such strange colors. They touched the rough face of the little girl, seeming to decide whether it was a human or some kind of maggot. .
There were several dark vultures hovering in the sky, not knowing what they were waiting for.
Su Mingan wanted to touch her, but the little girl suddenly jumped up like a kite with a broken string, jumped out and rushed into the crowd, and soon disappeared. The vultures followed her and the crowd, like well-behaved pets waiting to be fed, waiting for the food to turn into delicious carcasses.
Su Mingan stretched out her hand halfway and slowly retracted it, leaving only the female voice "calling for happiness" from the loudspeaker in her ears.
His eyes darkened and he said nothing.
"Let's go." Li Mingyue repeated in a low voice.
"Crash-"
The white dove flaps its wings, and the bell tower rings the vicissitudes of life. The white wings cover the sky and the sun, and even the sunlight is blocked.
The bishop in white robes walked in front, and the young man in white robes walked behind, drawing a long overlapping shadow.
White doves sang happy songs above their heads, their pure white feathers like spring snow.
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