It's really too scary... too insidious... too dark...
Lin Sen finally understood what the third person's purpose was.
While everything was proceeding according to Han Wensheng's two scripts of the Free Alliance Government, a third person secretly combined the two forces and catalyzed the "Hopeless!"
Hopelessness is different from despair, and it is even different from death.
Despair is a physical and mental state, and it can only spread within the Cerberus community. Only those who have experienced death can truly feel the despair.
But hopelessness is different. Hopelessness is a chronic, poisonous drug. It is an overall consensus, an idea that is enough to change human thinking in a whisper.
When it is implanted into people's subconscious and spreads around the world.
The third party's purpose is also achieved.
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"This group of people who concentrated on destroying Cerberus is just the beginning... More tragedies will be staged one by one, and next time, they won't even have to go through these two dramas. Humanity will slowly accept the arrival of death.
, and finally gave up hope." Lemidia concluded.
Lin Sen was silent.
He couldn't help but think of the arguments he had with Han Wensheng before he disappeared in the fifth dimension.
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"But can human beings who have lost themselves be considered human beings? Don't you think that all this is just a puppet show under your command? It looks very lively, but in fact, it is also very pitiful, right?" The first contact
When the truth came out, Lin Sen could not tolerate being deprived of himself the most, and this was what Han Wensheng hated the most.
But at that time, Lin Sen was still too fragile and naive.
Faced with these questions, Han Wensheng replied: "You are right, I am indeed commanding a group of puppets, but who can say that in a world that is deceived by lies and is about to be destroyed, those who have self
It’s not a puppet anymore, huh?”
When Lin Sen heard this answer, his first feeling was still disgust, and he thought it was sophistry!
But Han Wensheng continued: "Perhaps in your opinion, such a group of followers are just puppets whose memories have been tampered with under my intervention. They have lost their personality, and everything in their memories is created by me.
The lies I made up with my own hands, the new era I created is actually just a one-man show!"
"Isn't it?!" Lin Sen became angrier as he listened! He sneered, expressing his disdain.
But Han Wensheng accepted Lin Sen's disdain with a smile and asked calmly.
"What about you? What is the 'truth' you know? Even if you are sober and have yourself, what do you know? Is it true?"
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is that true?
After Lin Sen possesses the numerical world, he can complete the numerical reorganization of multiple scenes at the same time and find the truth from everything he sees.
But slowly, Lin Sen discovered that he encountered the same problem as Victory.
That is, although he is a bystander, he has enough calmness and enough observation time.
But he could never truly understand the feelings and thoughts of these people.
Why are they laughing...why are they crying...why are they angry...
etc……
Lin Sen could only watch.
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"The truth sounds... always much easier than accepting..." Chewing this sentence again, Lin Sen closed his eyes. He no longer looked at the angry people in the square, those who gathered his compatriots to see if they
People who will die in ten hours... no longer look at the people being observed who are gathered together, hugging each other and crying...
"Sen... it's all over... We can only think and act in the right direction." Lemidia felt Lin Sen's emotions. She appeared next to Lin Sen and leaned against him gently.
Shoulders.
Wu Huan also quietly hugged Lin Sen's arm.
The three people just stood in the chaotic square.
Behind him is a dead silence, a reality that has long since turned into a cemetery... In front of him is a crazy tragedy reappearing under the reorganization of the number sequence.
Ten hours passed quickly by Lin Sen.
After a few breaths passed, the ten hours were over, and the crowd became completely quiet.
Everyone held their breath, looking at the despair in front of them and looking at the sky.
Qin Qing also left the chamber. He was standing not far in front of Han Kongwen, with Lai Yan and several other members behind him.
"Is there really nothing wrong with them..." The more nervous Sangda became, the more he wanted to speak. He trembled and looked at the time in front of him, which was already less than fifteen hours.
No one answered him, all eyes were focused on the four people not far from the judgment seat.
Two men and two women, an old man, a young man, and a mother with her daughter.
Her daughter was crying so hard that she was about to die. She was still young and still had too many good times to spend... at least that was what she thought before she knew she would die soon.
The mother closed her eyes, hummed a song, and held her daughter tightly in her arms, as if she saw her own flesh and blood on the first day after giving birth, her face full of satisfaction with the memory.
The old man giggled, raised his hand, and pointed at the crowd. Although he said nothing, whoever his finger touched quickly lowered their head and did not dare to look directly at him.
The young man held a ring tightly. He looked at the sky, with a frozen smile, a cold face, and empty eyes. His whole body was occupied by despair.
Han Kongwen looked at the four of them. When everyone in the square didn't even dare to breathe, she said softly: "It's time."
Time is up……
Time is up……
The old man was the first to react, but when his face suddenly stiffened, his smile disappeared, and everyone was about to scream nervously, he suddenly returned to normal and said: "Look at you all.
You look so frightened! What? Where did the energy to throw this old bone of mine go? Are you holding it all in your stomach?"
No one spoke...but seeing that he was fine, everyone suddenly felt a little relieved.
However, this relief only occurred for less than two seconds.
My daughter's crying stopped.
The cry, which had long been hoarse and breathless, was very quiet, but its existence meant that the girl was alive.
But now, it disappeared...disappeared without any sign.
When people focused their attention on the mother and son, the mother's singing also stopped... Then she opened her eyes, but those eyes were filled with dark blood...
I want to call my daughter again.
When he opened his mouth, blood poured out.
The smell of decay spreads quickly...and far away...even in winter...
Her trembling hands were raised in the air and froze. Suddenly her head lowered and fell into her daughter's arms, never to be raised again.
And her daughter had already opened her eyes wide, with a kind of confusion and unbelievable pain, looking at the sky expectantly...
They are dead...
No warning...no pain...
Life left them so ruthlessly.
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Dead silence...
fear……
A suffocating fear...causing a heart-wrenching silence...
Everyone's breath disappeared, and their nerves were tightened until they felt pain, which finally burst out with the old man's heavy breathing.
The old man once again had an abnormal reaction. He put his hands on the ground, breathed as hard as a cow, and arched his back upwards as hard as he could. He looked like an overly frightened cat.
"Hey! Master! Stop scaring me, okay?!" Some people began to have hallucinations. They naturally forgot about the tragedy they saw a few seconds ago, and simply assumed that the old man was playing tricks on them again.
However, just as the uncle was breathing heavily and black blood was pouring out of his mouth and nose, the young man who was looking up to the sky in despair suddenly stood up.
He pulled out a thought pistol.
Everyone was shocked and retreated involuntarily, because no one had noticed before that he was actually carrying a deadly weapon without any resistance.
The guards stepped forward and pointed their guns at him.
But when the young man saw this, he said easily: "Don't be afraid, I'm not here to settle a score with you. In fact... I still have an hour..."
As he spoke, he shared his time.
Peace, everyone.
But the vigilance against him did not relax.
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"Uh ah... uh..." The old man's arms could no longer support his body. Compared with the death of the mother and daughter, his end was much more painful.
The old man lying in a pool of blood fluttered as if he was drowning.
When his bloody hand touched the young man, the young man shot him neatly.
The shot hit the old man right in the back of the head.
When the gunfire rang out, the young man said, "You're welcome."
The old man was silent... but the guards who were wary of the young people were not so calm...
After saying "You're welcome", the young man looked at the numerous wounds on his body... He forced out a bright smile, and then said to everyone: "Thank you..."
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As this thank you ends...
The entire square, and even all the survivors within Cerberus, went completely crazy!
After a short silence, everyone no longer questioned the truth given by Han Kongwen. They looked at the time beating in front of their eyes and completely woke up...and began to hate themselves for wasting such precious ten hours.
then……
In the following time... order completely left the humans here.
They began to waste their most precious time in the wildest ways.
Desire is spreading... bloodthirsty madness also breaks out... Some people cannot accept all this, and hurriedly pick up weapons and choose to commit suicide... Some people point their guns at family and friends, as well as strangers, while laughing,
While pulling the trigger, he shouted loudly with tears in his eyes: "It's over! Everything is over!"
Of course... there are still some people who still retain their rationality.
This includes Qin Qing and his loyal guards.
While the guards were driving away the "alien"-like humans who were rushing towards him, Qin Qing ordered his men to put Han Kongwen down from the cross.
But Han Kongwen's body was severely damaged. She maintained consciousness, but could no longer stand up.