When she slumped down on the sofa in the restaurant, a wave of exhaustion suddenly emerged from her limbs, washing over her like waves of hot waves.
Lin Sanjiu took off her [mask], and the man's face hissed away from her features. She took a long breath, put her feet up on the table, and her men's pants hung loosely.
Come down.
She knew there was no point in getting angry at a system, but when she greeted Sarais, she couldn't help but feel a little resistant - it had clearly welcomed her gently so many times, how could it turn around and
Has her permission been deleted? "Hey, bring me something to drink." She ordered while rubbing her back.
Yu Yuan slumped softly on the other side of the sofa and raised his eyelids towards her. He had been curled up in the small driver's seat for nearly ten hours. When he stepped out of the cabin door, his walking posture looked like a
An old man suffering from sciatica.
"Hey!" Lin Sanjiu raised her head and shouted again, "Did you hear that?"
"That, that... you didn't call it by its name."
A white figure wrapped in layers of bandages moved little by little from the door into the restaurant. The squirrel-like face was hanging softly, as if all the energy had been sucked away at once.
. He shook his head and motioned for the two of them not to come up to help him, and limped into the restaurant - he didn't have a cane in his hand, but he was leaning on a hollow iron pipe that he took out from somewhere, and it looked a bit awkward for some reason.
Looks familiar.
Lin Sanjiu pulled out a chair for him, raised her head and called Shales, and then asked Woyu: "Why did you get out of bed? Do you need anything?"
"I know you're back, so I wanted to come over and take a look." Just the simple act of sitting down made Woyu gasp in pain: "It would be boring to be alone in the ward."
"Yesterday I was still hiding under this table, not daring to breathe for my life." He looked at the table and whispered: "I am still alive and sitting here. It's like a dream."
Yu Yuan opened the on-screen menu for him: "Is there anything you want?"
"Let's have a glass of whiskey."
Lin Sanjiu immediately raised his head: "Your injury hasn't healed yet."
"I really need a glass of whiskey." Woyu tried to smile, but the corners of his mouth moved a little and then dropped again. "Don't worry, my injury... will heal faster with alcohol."
Lin Sanjiu watched him drink the first glass of whiskey in one gulp. When he ordered a second glass, her own glass of frozen Coke was also brought to her. She even forgot how long it had been since she had a Coke——
She poked the ice cubes with a straw, and slowly and cherishedly felt the coldness of the drink as it flowed on her tongue. At this moment, Woyu suddenly spoke.
"What did you do with that man's body?"
From the beginning to the end, she didn't know the name of the person who sold the house to her. No matter what his name was when he was alive, it probably wouldn't matter when he rolled and fell in the blue sky. Lin Sanjiu frowned.
He frowned and took another sip of the drink: "Throw it out."
Woyu's lips trembled a few times, as if he was still frightened by the pain the man had inflicted on him.
"I actually didn't think about killing him," Lin Sanjiu chewed the ice cubes with a bang and swallowed them like candy. "But I didn't expect that he was injured before and couldn't.
Withstand our attacks from both front and rear."
"If you're dead, you're dead. What does it matter?" Yu Yuan picked up a piece of egg and interjected nonchalantly: "Keeping that kind of person alive is a hidden danger. I think it would be better if he died."
"Of course I'm not feeling sorry for him. He deserves it, but..." Lin Sanjiu felt like she wanted to explain something, but couldn't find the right words for a moment, so she finally closed her mouth. Woyu drank up his second glass of whiskey.
, as fast as if he had a grudge against the golden liquid; a blush appeared on his squirrel-like fat face. After thinking about it, he simply asked Salesis to send the entire bottle of wine over, and also brought a bucket outside.
Ice. Basically, the wine in the warehouse was prepared by her for Kiyokuru; since she broke up with Kiyokuru and the great shrine maiden, this was the first time that anyone had asked about these wines.
"Why don't you want to kill him?"
Woyu raised his thickly wrapped arm, poured a third of a glass of whiskey, and put a few pieces of ice in it. He took a slow sip, and his voice was a little blurry: "You... too
Don’t kill a lot of people. Those people in the arsenal wanted to kill you, but you just beat them away... My life can also be said to have been left behind by you on purpose. Why?"
Lin Sanjiu paused - she had never thought carefully about why she rarely killed people. This made her different from most other evolvers, but it was not because she was more merciful.
"If the situation requires it, I can kill." She swallowed a piece of ice and whispered: "When the end of the world just came, my ability was still very weak... But crises and difficulties will not happen because you are a newcomer.
I'll let you go. I've killed many people...many times while escaping from death again and again."
The other two people listened quietly, and only the central air conditioner in the restaurant was humming to release air conditioning.
"Everyone wants to become strong, but do you know what the real benefit of being strong is?" Lin Sanjiu smiled at Wo Yu, and he could feel his cold breath. "...Strength makes me qualified to be a good person.
Already."
"Eh?" Woyu was startled.
"In this world, it is much harder to do good than to do evil, and the price is much higher. A dead person will not stand up to hurt you again, but the same cannot be said for a person who has been spared by you." If she had
He raised his head thoughtfully and looked at the ceiling that had been smashed by Crouching Fish - Shales could not repair such damage to facilities. "Compassion is a luxury, especially now... it is more important than at any time in human history.
Luxury. I’m lucky enough to be able to afford a little.”
Yu Yuan was at the other end of the table, looking at her without saying a word. There was no expression under his tattoos, and there was a faint light in his eyes. The restaurant was very quiet, with only the sound of Wo Yu adding ice cubes to the cup, and his voice.
There was a swallowing sound as he drank another drink. He put down the cup, wiped his mouth, and his plump face turned red: "...but that's not the 'why'."
"Um?"
"This, this is not the reason why you don't... don't kill people." Woyu stammered. He didn't let this embarrassment stop him from continuing. Instead, he showed an almost strange persistence, as if he didn't ask.
He won't stop until he comes up with an answer: "The power allows you to do this... No, but you don't have to do it at all."
"Yes." Lin Sanjiu frowned - the feeling of being questioned was like being stabbed into the heart with a stick. But she was just not used to discussing her feelings, so she didn't feel uncomfortable.
Offended. "Let me think about it..."
Yu Yuan also seemed to be curious and put down his fork.
"If you have to tell me why..." After a while, she spoke quietly. Even the volume like a sigh sounded clearly in this silent restaurant: "I just simply feel that people
I shouldn’t die like this. And I’m also afraid of being lonely.”
"Lonely?" Yu Yuan was a little surprised.
"Yeah." Lin Sanjiu leaned on the sofa and curled up her legs. "In places we don't know, one human world after another has ushered in destruction, falling apart due to various reasons. We are so lucky.
Those who survive will be thrown to another world every fourteen months, and they will continue to drift like this with no end... just like individual pieces of loose sand being thrown into the wind on the desert.
inside."
She had never thought much about it before, but now the words emerged from her mind so smoothly, as if she had practiced this passage thousands of times. "...The surviving family members and the companions we made will not be able to stay in the end."
Come down. No, there is no end at all... Even the Twelve Realms are just a stopping point. No one knows if they can come back once they leave. I am not afraid of death, nor am I afraid of fallen species, but
I'm afraid of such loneliness, like...like I'm still alive on the outside, but dead on the inside."
She sighed and looked at a card that had appeared in her hand at some point. She was stunned for a few seconds. The words "Hello, sister?" fell into her eyes, but she felt as if she heard Ji Shan's words in her ears.
Qing let out a soft cry.
"Every time I leave a life, it's like I've come alive a little bit. There's been a connection between me and that person... After I help or save a person, even if the other person doesn't appreciate me, he won't
Become friends and never see each other again... I also know that in the vast world outside, there is such a person who is related to me. One after another, people are reunited in this way... Maybe as a
The group can survive in another way."
Lin Sanjiu shook her head, cut off her words, and said with a smile: "I don't know what I'm talking about anymore. Just don't laugh at me."
Woyu turned his head and asked in a low voice: "But... you are not willing to forgive everyone, right?"
Yu Yuan glanced at him.
"Of course not." Lin Sanjiu drank up her drink, "I am not a judge. I am not qualified to judge who deserves to die and who deserves to live. I can only... try my best to have a clear conscience when facing my conscience."
Woyu nodded and said nothing. He smiled, but his smile only looked sad.
That was the last time she saw him.
In the early morning of that day, Exodus descended into the Grand Canyon again. A few hours later, Salas suddenly reminded her to take a look at her prisoners - this was obviously a scheduled task that someone had set in the system in advance.
When Lin Sanjiu opened the cell door, she found that there was a shocking amount of red liquid everywhere on the walls, bed, and floor of the prison cell, which even made it difficult for her to stop. It was not exactly the color of blood, but lighter than blood.
There was a layer of liquid mixed with mottled debris, and it was unclear what they were. The life of the lollipop turned into this piece of liquid, and even after heavy scrubbing, it still left a faint pink color on the floor.
"I'm sorry," Woyu said on a piece of paper, "my judgment is that she deserves to die."
You think she doesn't need to die, but she didn't think that my companions didn't need to die.
The last sentence pierced Lin Sanjiu's vision like a needle.
