2197 The eloquence of the short and fat accountant
The surveillance system of the underground farm is probably a technological product that combines special items. From the original screen, branches of metal arms quickly grew out, and a new screen was opened on each arm - each entrance and exit of the farm.
, aisles, all appeared clearly on the screen one after another.
The simple walkway formed by the rock wall and soil was empty everywhere, and no one was there. Oasis had not come yet, and it seemed that Louqin had not reported to him.
Lin Sanjiu remembered that when they came in, they clearly didn't see any cameras or monitors, and there wasn't even a spot of light in the darkness. Thinking about it now, the "eyes" responsible for surveillance were probably the result of special items.
The dozen or so screens that have grown are floating in the air like a big net, which is quite strange. But no one of the evolvers present blinked an eye for it. In the apocalyptic world, there are even more rare and wonderful things than this.
There are really countless things. Who hasn’t seen a few more amazing things?
The only people who would find it remarkable are ordinary people, even ordinary people who have come into contact with evolved beings - for example, Feng Huanyan, who is looking at it with her mouth open at the moment.
Was she wrong? Lin Sanjiu looked at Feng Huanyan and thought in confusion.
As long as they are evolutionaries, if you pull them out at random, they are undoubtedly stronger than ordinary people. They have more resources, more powerful abilities, and broader knowledge... and naturally can protect themselves better.
.
There are already so many of such a group of strong people, but when faced with problems, the solution they come up with is to continue to take away the last little things left by the weak... Even if the weak have no choice and are therefore willing to be eaten by force,
Lin Sanjiu still couldn't convince herself.
She felt that neither side of this matter was correct. Whether it was to keep the farm alive or to uproot it in one fell swoop, it seemed like she was doing evil.
"Who made you gaslight like this?" Qingjiure's abrupt words brought her back to her senses.
"……ah?"
Before Qingjiuliu spoke, he glanced at the pigs on the ground. Wanggen was lying on the side obediently. After being ordered by him, he became excited and got up in a panic. Qingjiuliu pointed at the pigs and asked Lin
Sanjiu asked: "Is it it?"
"What?"
The color of the white pig can actually be even whiter, which is really unexpected - it is different from when Lin Sanjiu was massacred and attacked by the puppet master. At this moment, there is a third and different fear on Wanggen's face.
Already.
Seeing the death of the same kind is a kind of fear, realizing that one is about to die is another kind of fear, and the fear it feels at this moment... Lin Sanjiu cannot describe it.
Somehow, she vaguely remembered what Pig said before, "We are born to do this" - she forgot the specific words, at least the general idea was similar.
"Don't fall into the trap of thinking about doing good and doing evil, haven't you noticed," Qingjiuru said in a matter-of-fact tone, "They are willing to stay because they think they are exchanging part of their blood for a stable life.
Right? Let them pay the price with death, do you think they will change it?"
"ah?"
"This group of pigs has never said clearly what the mortality rate of the farm is, right? But it can be seen from the side that ordinary people on the farm live much shorter lives than outside." Qingjiuliu looked at Wang Gen, and seemed to be worried.
Waiting for it to refute, seeing that its mouth was half-open without saying a word, he continued to explain: "For so many years, no one has forced ordinary people outside to mate and have children, and the number of ordinary people outside has not decreased, nor has it become extinct.
But once they enter the farm, they have to be forced to give birth in order to maintain their numbers... Of course, this means that the mortality rate inside is higher than outside."
It seems...it seems right, Lin Sanjiu thought in a daze. Why didn't she think of it?
He suddenly smiled at Wang Gen and asked, "Isn't your blood drawing different from ordinary blood drawing?"
White Pig paused, rolled his eyes back and forth, and whispered: "You misunderstood! We may have drawn a little too much blood before, but we are willing to correct our previous practices and improve our living conditions.
If the volume and frequency are reduced... wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"
"So, you will work hard to improve conditions so that ordinary people can finally enjoy the same mortality rate as the outside world?" Qingjiuru laughed sarcastically, "Then tell me, why don't you just let them go back to their respective homes if you need it?
When the time comes, will you come to do business again?”
Lin Sanjiu could almost see that there was a pig that had been prepared for a long time and had repeated the reason countless times. It was almost spitting out from its mouth. Before it realized that it was no longer an ordinary person, but an ordinary person.
The moment he was an evolver, he was swallowed back by it desperately.
"Ordinary people will be oppressed by evolved people outside" is a reason that it would not dare to say in front of evolved people - especially evolved people like Lin Sanjiu and Puppet Master.
"No matter how difficult life is for ordinary people in the outside world, it is not so difficult that without forced childbearing, the population will drop sharply." Qing Jiuliu seemed to have guessed what it was not saying, and said to Lin Sanjiu almost calmly: "
If I want to take you into a pig pen and lock you up, you definitely don't want to. What should I do if you don't want to? I tell you that you will die outside, so 'locking you up' becomes a helpless but acceptable method. Create a
If you don’t accept it, it will be even worse. Then even if you want to be a domestic animal, naturally everyone can swallow it.”
"But we can also let them live a better life than outside..." the pig said hurriedly.
The pronunciation of the last word turned into a sound of breath, just like the sound of air squeezed out by someone accidentally stepping on an empty leather pipe.
Wang Gen's eyes were unblinking, staring at the ceiling in front of him, as if he was still wondering why the distance between the ceiling was suddenly pulled closer to his eyes - whether it saw a bridge of blood pulled up from under his head.
, and the headless pig body that is swaying and about to fall to the ground, is an answer that no one will ever know.
After two wet bangs on the ground, Qingjiu Liu, who had been standing not far from the white pig just now, finally opened his eyes with blood on his face. He wiped his face vigorously and turned back to glare at the puppet master.
He complained: "You should remind me."
"What do I owe you?" the puppet master sneered. His body and face were still so clean that no one could tell how he broke the pig's neck in an instant. "Are you here to give a speech? How many of you?
How many words can you say to win votes? You can't find her brain even after ten minutes of drilling and drilling, what nonsense are you trying to explain to her?"
The latter sentence was naturally a gift to Lin Sanjiu.
"Why...are you really going to kill them like this?" She couldn't think of a retort at the moment, "Then ordinary people on the farm..."
"Love to death," the puppeteer cut off her words.
Also, if we want to say who cares most about the life and death of others in the world, the puppet master will probably be ranked first. If you expect him to help like Sibaan or Libao, you are still dreaming.
Besides, the problem at hand is a problem, and it is not something as simple as having high combat power to help. What she hopes is not to simply destroy the farm; but the result she hopes for is probably too naive to survive in the apocalyptic world.
She's in trouble - not to mention, even time is not on her side now.
Lin Sanjiu took a deep breath and turned her head.
The short, fat accountant probably saw that no one was paying much attention to him. He didn't know when he started to move back step by step, and before he knew it, he was several meters away. At this time, he was looked at by Lin Sanjiu.
As soon as he swept it, he immediately trembled and did not dare to move again.
"...You are the person behind the farm," Lin Sanjiu looked at him and asked in a low voice. "Now that the pigs are dead, what do you think?"
She thought for a while and said: "Can you provide ordinary people with a decent and dignified life? If they change their minds, they can leave at any time; if they don't want to get married and have children, they can live alone; tell them honestly about the harm of drawing blood and ensure that they
They have the right to know; can all the choices you took away that once belonged to them be returned to them?"
Dead relatives and friends cannot come back, but if the village where Bing538—no, Yinhe—lived was resurrected again, would she really choose to continue living on the farm?
When people know that the pigsty and three meals a day they receive are not charity and favor from the farm, but are obtained in exchange for their blood, will they still be so docile and grateful?
The pudgy accountant thought about it for a few minutes, looked up at the three evolvers present, suddenly smiled bitterly, and shook his head.
"We are all evolutionists here, let's talk frankly." He straightened his back, as if he felt calm just because he realized that he had no hope of confrontation. "The one of you was sent to the pig for a second time.
Friends from space, I can think of a way for you, such as applying to the leader to give you the special item that the pig used to harm him, and you can see if there is any way to save him."
Lin Sanjiu raised her eyebrows and realized immediately. "Do you know what that item is?"
"I've heard of it." The pudgy accountant said, clasping his hands. "I've never heard of people who enter it coming back alive. But if you still don't want to give up, then I'll apply right away. We can do it.
Whatever comes, we will do it, because I can see that the leader is not willing to enmity with you. But if you can't do it, please don't force it anymore."
"...You mean improving conditions on the farm?"
The pudgy accountant had no intention of evading at all, and simply nodded. "Yes. Why do we need pigs to take care of the farm? When the idea of the farm was first formed, we had not yet thought of using 'evolvers' to scare ordinary people.
There is only one reason why people... find pig-shaped degenerates, and that is that they are very suitable for this."
"Oh?" Qingjiuru said, glancing at the surveillance system on the screen.
"Whether it's the design of the farm system or the 'education' on the farm, everything you see on the farm is the work of pigs." The short and fat accountant waved his hand and said, "I'm not trying to absolve myself of responsibility for the organization... because pigs
The design and handwriting of the organization are also what the organization is happy to see. This will help us squeeze out the maximum amount of blood from as many ordinary people as possible, for as long as possible, and with the highest efficiency."
He looked at Qing Jiuliu, and his tone could even be said to be neither humble nor arrogant. "You just said, why don't you let them stay at home, and we come to do business... The answer to this question is obvious, just like why the farm cannot be improved."
Qingjiuru didn't look surprised or curious at all.
"Improve the conditions of the farms, give them the right to know and choose, and conduct fair transactions with them. In other words, if we treat them as human beings, there will inevitably be two consequences: First, the organization will have to increase the amount of
Expenditure; second, the key materials collected will definitely be less than now."
"No one will like these two consequences." The pudgy accountant said slowly: "When they face us, what resistance do they have? Vaccine technology has already appeared, and ordinary people are already the raw materials for the vaccine. This thing
If we don't do something today, other evolved people will do it tomorrow. They were born in a weak position unable to protect themselves or bargain, and this is their fate. The pig said it wanted to improve the farm, but it was just
I'm afraid you'll kill it. Ordinary people's life and death are decided by us, but our good or bad is not decided by ordinary people... In this case, even if we give them temporary and one-place charity, we can still give them alms at any time because of need.
Take it back."
He paused, his eyes swept over the three of them, and finally landed on Lin Sanjiu.
"Improving the farm is placing hope on the moral sense and self-control of the strong. Completely destroying the farm and sending people away is putting a pile of meat back on the chopping board, waiting for the next person to reach out and take it...More
Don't mention how terrible enemies you are going to make. Unless you can make every ordinary person evolve immediately, you can't change reality. Since you can't compete with reality and organizations, why don't you join in and enjoy the vaccine? Yu Yuan
, vaccine, or ordinary people, which side do you choose?"
