It is still the familiar earth-space interface, the blue ocean, like a large sapphire, floating quietly in the universe, exuding the luster of life.
After so many years, the earth has actually changed quite a lot.
The Western Continent was destroyed by the World Hunters. Above the atmosphere, you can see the devastation after the nuclear bomb explosion. The intensity of the Third World War exceeded Zhang Ming's imagination, and the hydrogen bomb had become a conventional weapon.
Now the entire Western Continent is in the process of reconstruction.
Fortunately, the Eastern Continent is still intact. As long as the technological system is not extinct and the industry is intact, human beings are just like weeds. As long as they are not extinct, the spring breeze will always bring about new growth, one crop after another.
At this moment, Zhang Ming discovered that the second candidate recognized by Gaia's consciousness - Qin Yiwei, was like a statue that had lost its luster.
"Old Qin..."
A faint sadness arose in his heart.
The man had passed away, and before Zhang Ming had a chance to say a word to him, everything had been blown away by the rain and wind.
There are not many details known about Qin Yiwei's merits and demerits, and Zhang Ming cannot evaluate it, but he believes that history will give Qin Yiwei a fair evaluation.
"When I get back, I will offer you a stick of incense."
Zhang Ming felt the whim in his heart. However, he could not contact all living beings through Gaia consciousness. Zhang Ming could only contact his old friend Wang Fumin again and asked him what happened that caused him to have the whim.
Lao Wang was having a meeting in the office and found that Gaia's consciousness was contacting him, so he immediately dismissed the meeting.
He couldn't help but be startled when he saw Zhang Ming's red eyes and haggard look.
Zhang Ming asked: "How is the earth?"
"It's going well here on Earth. Nothing special happened. But...is it going well on your side? Why do you look so ugly?"
Lao Zhang gave a wry smile: "I successfully escaped from the abyss, but I have been suffering from the delusion syndrome for two months. Fortunately, I can still survive. After a few decades, I may return to the earth."
Misconception!
Wang Fumin's pupils shrank slightly. Don't look at Zhang Ming's understatement. He had heard about this terrible disease from the snake people. The mortality rate was... 100%!
Yes, it’s 100% direct!
Zhang Ming added: "I hope you can pay attention to my relatives."
"I only have that one relative left, the others can only be regarded as distant relatives."
After asking this question, his heart beat violently and he clenched his hands into fists with such force that the color of his palms turned purple.
"Okay, I'll call and ask now."
Wang Fumin is in a high position and has many things to do every day, so he can't always pay attention to how Zhang Ming's sister is doing - it can't be bad anyway.
As for my former friend, Lu Tuyu, he passed away three years ago...
As for Zhang Ming's niece and great-grandson, they are really distant relatives and have almost no affection.
Three minutes later, Wang Fumin came back online.
His face looked a little ugly, and he didn't know how to tell this unfortunate fact to his friend who suffered from "disconfirmation syndrome".
The number of people suffering from the disease is as rare as that of extraordinary people. Under normal circumstances, they will die within a month, but Lao Zhang has been carrying it for two months. He is very hesitant in his heart, fearing that his illness will be aggravated after speaking out.
"Just tell me directly. At this age, sooner or later that day will come, and I'm mentally prepared for it. Even if you lie to me, what's the point?"
"Look, I have a premonition." Zhang Ming tried his best to squeeze out a smile.
"She...all her organs have failed and are being rescued in the hospital." Wang Fumin sighed.
People of Lao Wang's age have already experienced separation and death, even during the war. He said, "I have already booked a flight ticket and will go there to visit you. If you need anything, just contact me." Don’t be afraid of trouble.”
"Then I'll bother you."
Zhang Ming got off the line and covered his forehead, his heart beating rapidly.
But not a single tear came from his eyes.
Even though I know I should feel uncomfortable at this moment, it seems to be a kind of inertia in my memory.
He didn't feel sad at all!
The terrifying "dereality syndrome" deprived him of his emotions, everything was meaningless, everything was a cage, and he was trapped in the vast void.
Zhang Ming felt extremely uncomfortable at the moment. What he should have been like in his memory was deviated from his current psychological fluctuations. Contradictions, depression and various complex emotions were accumulated in his chest, but he couldn't feel them all!
"Am I still me?!"
He couldn't help but return to the deck, took a deep look at the blue ocean, and suddenly had the impulsive idea of "jumping into the sea and finishing it off."
It's as if everything can be liberated just by jumping into the sea.
He took another look at the wrinkled sausage-like old dog that was lying on its back basking in the sun. He smiled and gave it a middle finger: "The dog is still strong, why should I be worried!"
"This is your conspiracy, [Long-cherished wish], you want to torture me slowly, don't you?"
Zhang Ming cursed at the sky and ocean, turned around and returned to the cabin.
…
The next three days were probably the most difficult three days in Zhang Ming's life. He didn't sleep or eat, he just waited.
For an extraordinary person, going three days without sleep is just a piece of cake.
During these three days, I really had trouble sleeping and eating, and my eyes were red. Mental illness and real disasters overlapped and turned into a deep mockery.
He made phone calls from time to time, and finally received the bad news.
"I'm sorry, I tried all kinds of methods but still couldn't save him." Wang Fumin sighed, "A hundred and thirty-seven years old is considered a long-lived old man in this era. After all, most people don't have much practice. Qualifications.”
"She has many descendants, so she has no regrets. We will take care of her descendants. Are you okay?"
"I have no idea."
Zhang Ming felt as if he had lost one of his favorite beautiful pearls in his life.
But something actually blocked his desire to find pearls... He actually didn't feel sad at all.
Please, please feel uncomfortable and sad.
Zhang Ming deeply felt the dividing line between humans and gods.
The war between humans and demons is like being separated by a galaxy and beyond the distance of planes. They attack at the speed of light and shoot bows and arrows there.
Humans cannot challenge the dimension of the devil.
Faced with the terrifying crushing force, he was unable to resist and retreated steadily. He found that he had lost his pearl and his heart was too lazy to beat even more.
It’s really embarrassing, Lao Zhang.
The people of Six Blind's era lived in this kind of despair.
Are you ready to welcome the baton of the times?
"The number of distant relatives is increasing, and there is no great need to take care of them all the time. People have to rely on themselves after all, instead of relying on a title to receive benefits all the time. That is just a worm in society."
A smile appeared on Zhang Ming's pale face, and he talked about a topic that he had no interest in: "The birth rate of children is now 2%, right?"
"The birth rate in some areas is 3% or even 4%." Lao Wang saw the heavy death aura in Zhang Ming's eyes. The gray-black death aura spread out and overflowed from the seven orifices, corroding the body of this powerful friend. , tortured his spirit and turned him into a machine without any vitality.
But Lao Wang is not a psychologist, so there is no way.
All civilizations have no solution to the problem of disconfirmation.
He could only bite the bullet and chat for a few words: "Now that everything is being built, the losses caused by the World Hunter are too heavy, and the amount of funds consumed for reconstruction is too great. The government does not have so much tax revenue, so it can only rebuild it. It's the same old thing..."
"real estate?"
Wang Fumin smiled bitterly and said: "This time the framework of the coalition government is stable and long-term. There should not be too many changes in the short term. These joining countries also cooperate in the competition. The people's expectations are also the same, so some stability Real estate in the region is soaring. Only in this way can the government get a large amount of funds in a short period of time for post-disaster reconstruction work..."
"Can you make money by selling land? Times are really reincarnated." Zhang Ming couldn't help but smile when he heard something familiar.
Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, this familiar content still exists.
The world is really amazing.
Wang Fumin added: "But what is even more strange is that the collection of rich people's taxes around the world is gradually being banned. In fact, the rich people's tax is the political legacy left by Qin Yiwei."
"At that time, the whole world was unified, and the rich had no way to escape but to be taxed."
"But now, the coalition government is just an alliance, and they can run around between countries... They are still developing real estate taxation, but they have abolished the tax on the rich."
Zhang Ming said helplessly: "It's not surprising if you think about it carefully. Rich people definitely like to develop in places with low taxes. Rich people also bring jobs. As long as there is competition between countries, it is really difficult to collect this tax."
"Maybe this is the way of human beings, not enough damage but more than enough reward."
Zhang Ming found that from the perspective of grand narrative, his mind was actually very clear.
What human beings are like, there are some things that are based on the bones that cannot be corrected. He watched the fire from the other side and knew it clearly.
As the saying goes, "A dog can't change its habit of eating shit." That's how humans should be. They have to fall into the same traps they've encountered before.
It's just that in terms of personal feelings, there has been a serious deviation, and his emotions are slowly disappearing.
Obviously, this is not normal human thinking, because grand narratives and personal details are often contradictory.
The brilliance of civilization, the evolution of life, and the history of the evolution of billions of civilizations are the broadest grand narrative.
The next level up is the grand narrative of the nation, the feelings of family and country, and so on.
Then it keeps going down, and finally it becomes a trivial matter between humans.
At this time, there is something that is very scary when you think about it. Every time you go down a level, as time goes by, those extremely bad and extremely angry things will suddenly become insignificant, like ants. How many people have died has become less and less important. Isn’t this the state of misreality?
(End of chapter)
