Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 809: Goodbye

When she collapsed on the sofa in the restaurant, a wave of fatigue suddenly emerged from her limbs, washing over her like waves of warm waves. Chen?Yuan?Literature↑Xue↘Net

Lin Sanjiu took off her mask, and the man's face hissed away from her facial features. She let out a long breath and put her feet up on the table, her men's trousers hanging loosely.

She knew there was no point in being 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 change its direction? Why did you delete your own permissions in the first place? "Hey, get 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 huddled in the small driver's seat for nearly ten hours. When he stepped out of the cabin door, he looked like an old man suffering from sciatica.

"Hey!" Lin Sanjiu raised her head and shouted again, "Did you hear that?"

"That, that one you didn't call it by 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 nowhere. He looked familiar for some reason. .

Lin Sanjiu pulled out a chair for him, raised his head and called Shales, 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 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 is not healed yet."

"I really need a glass of whiskey." Woyu tried to smile, but the corners of his mouth moved slightly 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 cup, her own cup of frozen Coke was brought to her. She had forgotten how long it had been since she had a Coke - she used a straw to poke the ice cubes, and she slowly and preciously 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 beginning to 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 didn't matter when he was tumbling down in the blue sky. Lin Sanjiu 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 want to kill 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 front and rear attacks."

"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 while, so she finally kept her mouth shut. 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 Saras to give away the entire bottle of wine. Came here and brought a bucket of ice. The wine in the warehouse was basically prepared by her for Qingjiu Liu; this was the first time since she broke up with Qingjiu Liu and the great miko that these wines had been asked about.

"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 didn't kill many people. Those people in the arsenal wanted to kill you, but you just beat them away and killed me. It can also be said that you specially stayed here. Come down. Why?"

Lin Sanjiu paused - she had never thought carefully about why she rarely killed people. This makes her different from most other evolvers, but it's not because she is 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 I'll let you go if you're new. I've killed many people during my narrow escapes."

The other two people listened quietly. Only the central air conditioner in the restaurant was humming to release cold air.

"Everyone wants to become strong, but do you know what the real benefits of being strong are?" Lin Sanjiu smiled at Wo Yu, and he could feel his cold breath. "Strength qualifies me to be a good person."

"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." She raised her head thoughtfully and looked at the ceiling that had been smashed by Crouching Fish - Shales could not repair such damage to the facility. "Compassion is a luxury, especially now more than at any time in human history. 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 the tattoo, and there was a faint light in his eyes. The restaurant was quiet, except for the sound of Wo Yu adding ice cubes to the glass and the sound of swallowing when he drank it down again. Putting down the cup, he wiped his mouth, his plump face flushed: "But that's not the 'why'."

"Huh?"

"This, this is not the reason why you don't kill people." Woyu stammered. He did not let this embarrassment stop him from continuing. Instead, he showed an almost strange persistence, as if he would not give up until he asked for an answer: "The power allows you to do this, but you still don't have to do it at all." Do this."

"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 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 with a sigh-like volume, it sounded clear in this silent restaurant: "I simply feel that people shouldn't die like this. And I'm also very afraid of loneliness."

"Lonely?" Yu Yuan was a little surprised.

"Yes." 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 for various reasons. People like us who are lucky enough to survive will be thrown away to another one every fourteen months. The world keeps drifting like this with no end, just like individual pieces of loose sand being thrown into the wind on the desert."

She had never thought much about it before, but now the words came to her mind so smoothly, as if she had practiced this passage thousands of times. "The surviving family members and the companions we met cannot stay in the end. No, there is no end at all. Even the Twelve Worlds are just a stopping point. No one knows if they can come back once they leave. I I’m not afraid of death, and I’m not afraid of fallen species, but I’m very afraid of this kind of loneliness, as if I’m still alive on the outside but dead on the inside.”

She sighed, looked at a card that appeared in her hand at some point, and was in a daze for a few seconds. Hello, sister? This line of words fell in my eyes, but my ears seemed to hear Ji Shanqing's gentle cry.

"Every time I leave a life, it's like I've come alive a little bit. There's a connection between me and that person. After I help or save someone, even if the other person doesn't appreciate me, they don't We will become friends and never see each other again. I also know that there is such a person in the vast world outside who is related to me. One after another, in this way, people are bonded together again. Maybe we, as a group, Able to 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 not everyone is willing to forgive you, right?"

Yu Yuan glanced at him.

"Of course not." Lin Sanjiu drank up his drink, "I am not a judge, I am not qualified to judge who deserves to die and who deserves to live~IndoMTL.com~I can only try my best to ask my conscience when facing it Nothing to be ashamed of."

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 landed into the Grand Canyon again. A few hours later, Saras suddenly reminded her to take a look at her prisoner - this was obviously a scheduled task that someone had set up in the system in advance.

When Lin Sanjiu opened the cell door, she found 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 stand down. It's not exactly the color of blood, it's a layer lighter than blood, mixed with mottled debris, I can't tell what they are. 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 does not need to die, but she did not think that my companions did not need to die.

The last sentence pierced Lin Sanjiu's vision like a needle.