At this time, the same camera captured it and refracted it to the whole world. The picture in front of each screen and everyone was completely different.
Children were seen playing in the snow. Some people also saw a couple walking on the beach holding hands and riding on the waves. An elderly couple was seen sitting on a park bench and sunbathing. Others saw a young couple arguing over the waste of a roll of toilet paper in a small house.
Laughter, singing, love words, yelling, accusations, greetings... all kinds of sounds in the world are like small trickles, turning into rivers and flowing into people's ears.
There... right there, deep in the thick fog, there must be a country, a country of peace, civilization, tranquility, freedom and stability. There, there is the ordinary that people in this world most hope for.
On an ordinary morning, when the sky is slightly bright, I have to force myself to get up and ride my bicycle to catch the subway.
It was not easy to quit smoking for a week and buy two boxes of cherries to comfort my wife.
The simple phone greeting made the mother who was far away in her hometown forget that the fish was still cooking on the gas stove. The father ate the fish with a burnt smell and listened to his mother nagging and worrying about his son who was working hard in a foreign land.
The two cities are more than 500 kilometers apart, and dozens of train tickets travel between them every year, which binds two souls who are reluctant to separate.
This is the most real life in the ordinary world.
There are not so many luxuries and pleasures, and there are not so many satisfactions. There are more helplessness and difficult difficulties in life.
But...it is this kind of ordinaryness that makes people in this strange world begin to yearn for it.
Even in this weird world, most countries have already given up on using cheap artificial labor.
The high productivity of society can ensure that every citizen has a relatively fulfilling material life.
But... living like this makes people feel more and more gloomy and gloomy, just like looking through the layers of sky, looking through the tall buildings that are getting higher and higher into the sky, looking at the sky tree... but can't find it. Half a hope.
At this moment, someone suddenly came up with an extremely absurd idea.
"Perhaps it's not them who are forgotten at all, but us."
"Maybe it's not them who fall into hell, but us."
"Maybe this world is a weird trap, maybe we are in the weird belly of S-class, and we are responsible for the sins and punishments of this world." Such thoughts, only a few people had at first, but suddenly they became silent It spread until someone yelled.
People are curious about S-class and thinking about what S-class is.
But what if the S-class is them?
If the entire world wrapped in weirdness is superimposed, it would be S-level... Does that make sense?
More and more people are directly raising such questions.
And suddenly it gained a lot of recognition.
The ghost general occupies Chu Yuanxiao's body, and the ghost fire on his body flickers.
"No! That's not the case!"
"We have endured arduous resistance, we have fought with incomparable determination, and we are... the people's soldiers. We have never given up our pride, let alone surrendered."
"The cruel world is not false, what is false is these pictures...it is these memories!" The ghost general began to speak.
His voice echoed in the sky above Toho City.
But no one catered.
Everyone was 'fascinated' by the world shown through the lens.
It is certainly not an ideal Garden of Eden.
The 'people' living there also have their troubles and pains.
But such 'simple' troubles and pains appear so beautiful and hypocritical in the eyes of people who are suffering from strange poisons and the oppressive rule of the government.
I don’t know where the singing came from.
"Close my eyes and I remember it again."
"That time has become a thing of the past."
"There is no way I can go back to what I was before."
"There is only deep darkness spreading endlessly."
Lu Jinnian in the camera continued to penetrate deep into the thick fog.
As the thick fog gradually faded, dazzling light enveloped every screen.
Everyone is looking forward to what will happen after the light dissipates.
But what followed... was a pitch of darkness that was impossible to look directly into.
It was like a tightly sealed door, a heavy shackles.
Behind the door and the shackles, it seemed that some kind of breathing could be heard.
But those who are locked in the door can only guess the unguessable goal and the immeasurable greatness through their own narrow vision and humble knowledge.
What Lu Jinnian saw was a great will.
He has no form, no fixed incarnation, but is like a symbol, a punctuation mark, and a concept.
At this time, Lu Jinnian suddenly thought of before he became a ghost cultivator and a ghost.
That was during his lifetime.
It seemed that in a small wooden house, there was a woman mending his clothes under dim light, listening to the dogs barking outside the door, waiting for him to return in the night.
The singing continues.
It has penetrated into the hearts of many people.
"That voice is so gentle that it makes you want to cry."
"No matter how painful it is."
"We still have to move forward bravely to cut off despair."
"No matter how much you lose."
"We can only continue to live."
This song seems to be talking about the people in the thick fog, and it seems to be talking about the people outside the thick fog.
What is S-Class?
Who did the S-class swallow?
Who has been forgotten?
At this time, people all have their own answers.
But no matter what the answer is in their hearts, people are looking forward to... looking forward to Land Jinnian touching the lock and pushing open the door.
"Come on! Boss Lu!"
"Come on! Lu Jinnian!"
"Boss Lu...we all support you! You will always be the strongest."
"Boss Lu, we thought about cheating you, but now we are wrong, you are the best!" Both the aboriginals of the strange world and the monks who have been operating in the strange world for more than ten years all said sincerely at this moment own blessing.
S level!
That is the obsession of all 'players' in the strange world.
It is also a heavy yoke hanging on the hearts of all indigenous people.
Only by facing fear can you break it.
Lu Jinnian withdrew his nostalgic gaze.
The heart of the past is no longer available.
Why worry about the future?
Take a step! Walk!
No matter what...just move forward!
At this time, Lu Jinnian seemed to feel people's blessings and expectations.
He continued to hold up the camera and even used more of his strength to protect this 'precious' camera.
Lu Jinnian is gambling!
He bet that no matter how powerful the S-class was, it would be impossible to control the will of everyone in the world in an instant.
Even if the will of the indigenous people can be manipulated and played with, those of the monks cannot.
Today...he must get the answer! must!
The hand touched the undisputed darkness.
It's like diving into a swamp.
Then, the scene in front of Lu Jinnian was like a curtain being torn apart bit by bit, bit by bit, bit by bit.
