winter era

Chapter 134 Nervous breakdown
"Sir, you want tequila and steak."

The waiter didn't have the guts to disturb the customer, but quietly took out the tequila glass and the sizzling steak tray from the tray.With just a quick glance, you can see the shards of glass scattered at the feet of the black-robed lord.

As if to strengthen that emotion, the glass had a clear imprint of being dunked in by something, and then it was smashed viciously on the ground.Because of the excessive force and the cracks that had already been dug out, there were no large fragments left in the entire glass, and it lay flat at the adult's feet like a pile of crystal sand.

Ah, it seems that this gentleman is not in a very good mood.

"Mr. waiter over there." Just as the waiter was about to put away those messy things, a voice that sounded very hoarse, as if he was exhausted and could no longer fight, stopped him from his ears.

"May I ask you a question? I don't think I can solve this question, but the waiter who has seen the ugly behavior of countless customers can answer it more or less?" Like a dying patient, his livid face, pale lips, and gray-black eyes were full of uncertainty about himself.

"At least let me know countless people..." The waiter sighed in his heart.

However, the guest in front of him was obviously not someone who could be easily dismissed, and the terrifying grip that was enough to blow the crystal glass with one hand was enough to make the waiter tremble from the bottom of his heart.Among the people he knew, there was no one who could crush a crystal glass with one hand. It was a shatter-resistant glass strengthened by an alchemist.

This sickly pale man who looked like he might collapse in a hotel at any time was actually quite a horror figure.Judging from the special industry that waiters have been engaged in for many years, they have never seen such a monster.

Sure enough, it's better to answer his question honestly, at least not to annoy him.

Having made such a judgment in his heart, the waiter put the tray on his chest and showed a perfect smile on his face.

"Excuse me, sir, do you—"

"Don't smirk at me or say hypocritical words, young man." Without even waiting for the waiter to say anything more, the black-robed man who looked like a young man in his 50s and more than 20s waved his hands tiredly, with a hoarse voice Said.

"Your overly fluctuating emotions are as dazzling in my eyes as torches in the dark. The time you spent is not worth mentioning in my eyes, and the thoughts floating in my mind are tantamount to speaking directly in front of me. No matter the quality or quantity of the life you have lived, there is nothing comparable to mine. What I need is a listener, I just need you to listen to me."

"You are really... an upright person." Looking at the natural look, the waiter could only smile dryly.

"But even so, you need help from others, don't you?"

"Of course, I'm not a omnipotent person. It's impossible to make judgments on matters related to my own thoughts without hesitation. At this time, it is natural to seek help from other people's opinions. I am a very tolerant person .”

The black-robed man put his hands on his stomach as if it was a matter of course, with a rebellious smile on his face, and his dark eyes looked at the waiter standing beside him like a rotting corpse.When that corrupt smile appeared on his pale face, even the well-informed waiter subconsciously shivered, wanting to leave here quickly.

It's not powerful, let alone terrifying, but abnormal.

That man was so abnormal that people couldn't feel any intuitive human feelings, only the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Can you imagine the nightmare that fills your mind when you have a conversation with someone?Even people's faces couldn't be seen clearly, there was only endless pain and chills, as if they hadn't slept for four days, their minds were filled with all kinds of chaotic sensations.Even communicating with him has become an abnormal burden rather than a normal behavior.

"Oh? Waiter, what's wrong with you?" With his hands crossed and a gray smile on his face, the man with a hoarse voice stood up, his black robe was like a cloud of lead that couldn't be pierced by the sun. All sunshine.

The pale skeleton hides behind the shady curtain, leaving only a face that is too weak to speak out.The pale face of the waiter was reflected in the dark eyes, and there was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.It's a wacky laugh, but the closer implication is horror.The appearance of floating on the ground with hands in pockets made the waiter's brain feel heavy.

"Actually, I've been thinking about this question all the time, young man." With his hands in his pockets, his eyes moved from the waiter's face to the sky outside, and he stretched out a bone-like finger to the waiter.

"People always want to pursue something, want to chase something. Why? Why do we need those things so strongly? It has nothing to do with the original desire, has nothing to do with the idea of ​​​​the brain. Why, why is it always so Strongly pursuing that kind of thing? You obviously haven’t even seen it face-to-face, you haven’t even experienced it in reality, but you need it from your heart.”

"Is that such a beautiful thing? Is that such a beautiful thing? Brighter than crystals, lighter than feathers, something that everyone wants but can't get, why pursue it so much? What is the pursuit of life? I don't get it. I don't get it at all. People at the top want to pursue the infinite possibilities brought about by endless life. But people at the bottom give up the infinite possibilities and choose a constant and unknown path .What exactly is this for?"

As the man said, what he asked was not the waiter's opinion at all, but a narration similar to talking to himself, looking up at the dark sky.The sky that was as dull as lead fit perfectly with the man's eyes at this moment.

"It's just a spider's thread hanging from the head of the desperate people, will those people kill everyone and let themselves pursue that vague hope? No one among the wicked will give up the hope of living, but the good man will give up everything. The hope of living. What is this difference? What is this difference? Waiter over there, can you tell me?"

Feng also had a voice at this moment, expressing his thoughts to the waiter like a calm middle-aged man.But the wind didn't lift even a little corner of the black-robed man's robe, he stood quietly as if he didn't exist in this world.Scanning every corner of the city with those inorganic pupils, reading every bit of information in the city.As if the machine had made a logic error and began to seek an answer, those eyes were fixed on the waiter's face.

It's a normal judgment, isn't it?Comparing it from the database, the people with the most extensive judgment criteria are undoubtedly the service personnel who appear in various places.The most professional ones are indeed the professionals of the Patrol Bureau, but because of their status, they have no way to ask for advice normally.And this kind of powerless and powerless little character is undoubtedly one of the people who can be coerced.

The convective wind howled on the balcony in the early morning, rustling the broken glass at the man's feet.The not-so-tall figure stood upright on the balcony, with a serious face, and asked his own question very naturally.

This is no longer what mental illness can describe, but a typical lack of social personality, unable to communicate.

"Sorry, sir. I can't quite understand what you mean..."

Comparing himself to the human population...is he crazy?
"I can understand your concerns, young man." Faced with the waiter's explicit disgust, the thin man nodded in understanding.He picked up the glass of tequila with two fingers, and his gaze made people feel the burning sensation like the strong wine.

"'A person cannot be compared with universal values.''A person can't change anything.''A person can't even change himself, let alone the world.' You mean to say that, right? I am fighting against universal values ​​alone, and it is a bit too arrogant to look for the relationship, because I am also a member of human beings, isn't it?"

"But think about it, if it's just a person with memories, is it worthy of being called a person?"

"You said... what?"

The waiter couldn't understand what the guy was talking about.

If it is a lunatic, then this lunatic is a little too organized.One, two, three, and four speak clearly and logically.But to say he is a normal person would be an insult to the term normal person, because he couldn't even understand what this man meant.

What is he trying to say?He wants to say that he is no longer a human being, only memories are left?So what is he now?Is it just a person's simple crazy talk?Or is there some other meaning?So is it possible that a person who spends so much is a lunatic without any source of income?It can only show that he has some profound meaning, or is he very confused?But how is this similar to the speech of the fourteen or fifteen-year-old middle school youth who wanted to save the world just now?
I can't understand.I can't understand it at all.The waiter looked at the man in front of him and didn't know why he couldn't organize a normal logical structure. His mind was full of chaotic scenes, and he didn't know what to say.The confusion even made the man feel a little unbelievable, and looked at the waiter with a twitching face in surprise.

"Do you not understand at all? What I said is not so complicated. Then let me explain in detail." Seemingly saddened by the waiter's ability to understand, the man covered his face and shook his head, with a look of pity on his face.

"So to put it simply, I am not human at all now."

'This is too simple! '

Seeing the man in front of him say something shocking with a calm face, the waiter roared in his heart.

What do you mean by not being human now?Does the word human have a past tense and a future tense?We are human beings alive and human beings after death. What is the difference between being human now or being human before?This is too strange, right?

"Is it hard to understand? Let's break it down and explain." The tequila in his hand was gulped down by the pale man.Not even a little red was seen on that frail face.Strong enough alcohol to make a strong man who has been drinking all year round feel unwell, in the eyes of this weird guest, there is no big difference from an ordinary fruit juice.

No, but that's not what matters.

Instead, the wine actually passed through the man's body and spilled on the ground.

There were no intentional water marks on his face, but he actually drank it.But the result was a row of water marks with the unique taste of tequila on the shards of the crystal wine glass under the robe.

A fit without any secretions, but pure booze.It was as if the man's body didn't exist at all, it was completely made of phantoms.The wine did pass through the throat, but it did not reach the esophagus, let alone flow into the stomach pouch, and there was no digestion in the large and small intestines.Instead, it spilled on the ground as if it had been spilled.

For some reason, the waiter suddenly felt a sense of tightness in his chest and a desire to vomit.

"Yo, I understand."

The man in black robe lay back on the chair and smiled at the waiter.

"Except for human memory, even the contents of the brain are not human brains. Only a small part of the bones of the whole body still belong to the human range, and the rest are all filled with plastic surgery and magic. Such a person can still be called Human?"

Of course, not worthy.

Whether it’s a machine, a doll, or an impression, it’s not human, because no human is like this.The brain has been replaced, and the blood in the body is also replaced by various abnormal substances. Even the bones and soul may not belong to the person, but have been replaced with other things.There is only one obsession and unclear memory left in the body.

I'm afraid even the undead are not worthy, right?Because the soul of the deceased is the original product at any rate, the original soul does not even know where to throw it, only memories and obsessions remain in this person's constantly changing consciousness.It is said that the dead are still alive, it is said that it is a living corpse but still has consciousness, it is said that it is a dead spirit but the soul is not itself.Such an existence can only be called a 'skeleton', right?It refers specifically to the kind of walking dead that only has a body left and is driven by something.

How do you say it?Ignorance is bliss, and when you know something, you have to pay the price of fear in exchange.The waiter didn't understand what this sentence meant at first, but he does now.

Because the 'person' in front of him is an out-and-out monster that evolved from human beings.

This brought back some bad memories for him.

"If you don't understand, you have to ask. Is this common sense in the world?" With a dirty smile on his face, the man waved his hand regretfully. "Maybe I could understand it before I became like this, but now I can't understand it at all."

"Why didn't that group of people act according to the plan? Why did they chase that silk thread like a dog? Isn't it human instinct to seek good luck and avoid bad luck? Why don't they think about their own survival issues and resolutely Committing your life to a completely unknown future? I don't understand that. Absolutely incomprehensible."

What will a person who has been acting according to the plan and planning for the world every day find that his plan has failed hopelessly?The waiter felt that the person in front of him might be the most typical Liezi.This already crazy guy didn't know why his self-knowledge was abnormal after he found out that his plan had failed but couldn't find the reason, so he grabbed him and didn't let him go.Otherwise, it is impossible for such a person to say a second word to the waiter.

I've seen many people like this before, because it sounds like a fantasy, but it's actually true.Because their thinking logic is different from normal people.

The thinking logic of normal people is that if 1-2 does not work, they will go around and seek the 1U2 or 1V2 curve method to solve the problem.But this kind of person is different, completely different.They will only perform an infinite loop of 1-2 countless times, and they will not even know that they will only read infinitely in their brains if they report an error.Of course, there is no problem in daily life, but when it comes to certain things, everyone can judge how crazy this kind of person's brain is.Because they won't even go around the slightest bend, and they will go straight to the end.

And for this kind of scorpion that only has obsessions and memories left, this level is much more severe than imagined.At least the waiter could clearly feel the unsurpassed power of the man standing in front of him, as well as the terrifying spiritual will to the limit.If such a person fell into despair, what would be better to do?

The waiter didn't know.All he knew was that if he answered badly, he might not be able to see what the future would be, but his 'now' self would definitely be killed.It was like crushing a bug and was killed by that man without any hesitation.

　I'm sorry, I've been in poor health recently, so I'll make up for it with [-] words... I'll follow up with [-] words in the evening, and I'll do my best to update the [-] words

　　
　
(End of this chapter)