A journey of seven souls escaping from the basement

10 pm.

There are really too many troublesome things. When will they end?

He wanted to have a good sleep, and it was best to sleep until he woke up naturally, and not sleep until he woke up.

He needed to rest, but he didn't have much time to rest, and something had to be done to make these things stop.

If he could, he felt he should take action now.

But only if you can.

"So... why don't you go back, kid?" Yabu got into the sleeping bag and leaned against the wall, like a caterpillar clinging to the wall.

He looked at Zoya, who moved a small bench and sat beside her with a blanket after delivering the sleeping bag. He was a little confused as to why the child in front of him was reluctant to leave.

Zoya left and Loban came, Loban left and Zoya came.

You father and daughter take turns visiting the prison, right...

"There's nothing good to see around, the stars in the sky are all covered, and it's cold."

The most important thing is that Zoya didn't speak. After delivering the sleeping bag, she just sat there, not knowing what she was thinking.

Yabu had been waiting for her to say something but never waited, so he had to speak first: "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Aren't you... angry?"

"Ok?"

"Good people are rewarded." Zoya suddenly said the words that Yabu had been mentioning, "Don't you value this very much, but now it seems that you have not received good rewards at all, don't you... ....Aren’t you angry?”

"Well... I don't really feel anything."

After all, it was Ursus, and expectations were set very low from the beginning.

Ursus can be said to be the most stringent country for infected people. Here, infected people receive almost no care and are regarded as objects that must be eliminated. Instead of killing them on the spot, they are exiled to work as miners in disaster areas. They think this is a kind of kindness to the infected.

"......why?"

Infected people are at risk.

This is what Usas preached, and almost everyone around Zoya thought so too, and she was naturally influenced by it.

But sometimes, she also wonders, are infected people really that dangerous?

Aren't the infected people normal people before suffering from oriosis? After being infected, they are not directly replaced by other people. Aren't they still themselves?It's just that we can no longer come into frequent contact with each other. Is this any different from infectious diseases?

If there are just extra stones on the body, can a person's citizenship be stripped directly?

The propaganda said they would explode and cause more deaths, that they were cruel by nature, and described them like dirty devils.

She asked her parents, but she got the same answer as the general public, just not so radical.

Before today, because it was almost impossible to come into contact with an infected person in person in Chernobog, Zoya had doubts, but because she had never seen the real thing, her doubts only remained at the stage of confusion.

But today, she saw it.

She saw infected people who were as brutal as advertised.

But she also saw the infected person in front of her who was completely inconsistent with the propaganda.

"I don't know why...but why are you angry? Discrimination against infected people is a habit that has been cultivated here. There is no point in me being angry..."

After all, they are the result of being directed, not the source.

Being angry and angry with them is undoubtedly a worthless emotion.

"This is wrong." Zoya interrupted Yao Bu's answer and did not let Yao Bu continue.

When Yabu saw this, he stopped giving his opinion and waited for the child in front of him to find his own heart.

"This isn't right..."

She repeated it again, but did not say why it was wrong, because she couldn't figure out what was wrong for the moment. She just repeated this sentence as a memory anchor to remind herself, so that she could follow this direction. Keep thinking.

This is not right.

But why is it wrong?

She tried to break the long-established perceptions with her own hands, but this process was undoubtedly difficult because these perceptions were almost integrated with her, and she could not find a point to exert her strength at all.

These things are habits they have developed all along.

Habit......

Maybe those thugs were born from these habits.

In contrast, the Yabu in front of her is an anomaly. Even if he is really angry or resentful now, and joins the riot in anger and becomes one of those thugs, in Zoya's view, this is logical and normal. matter.

She tried to put herself into Yabu's situation, but the more she put herself into it, the more a sense of discomfort and confusion burst out in her heart that she couldn't hold on to, and these emotions would eventually turn into grief and anger because they had nowhere to release them.

It is not normal at all for the person who is clearly helping someone to be ostracized and feared by the person being helped.

Just because they are infected, they should ignore everything that denies them and reject them. This is not normal at all.

It's just always been like this.

but......

"It's always been like this...is it right?" Zoya's voice was very soft. It seemed that even she herself was not sure of the correctness of this idea, so she used it not as an affirmation but as a question.

But this question seemed to have suddenly pressed the mute button on the world, and the surroundings were quiet as if all sounds had been avoided.

The purpose of asking questions is to get answers. Zoya kept looking down at her hands that were folded together. She thought Yabu would say something, but the other party did not respond for a long time. In this long silence, she finally looked up first. He looked at Yabu.

--Snapped

"Yabu...?" Zoya was slightly frightened.

Because when she looked up at Yabu, the "caterpillar" leaning on the wall suddenly stretched out his hand from his "cocoon", placed it on her shoulder, and looked at her with extremely serious eyes.

His eyes seemed to suddenly light up, and the look he cast was unbelievable, as if his words made him see someone or something he cherished through himself.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Yabu murmured happily, looking a little eager to give the child in front of him a definite answer to this idea, so that she could maintain this idea.

"correct?"

"Oh no, oh no, no, no, no..." Yabu immediately came back to his senses. He was afraid that Zoya would misunderstand what he meant and quickly denied it. However, he immediately felt that he seemed to be denying the other party's previous words by saying this. He quickly changed his opinion and said, "Oh, that's right, that's right!"

"Yes...right?" It was as if he had a split personality and he was denying himself continuously, which made Zoya a little confused.

"Oh, yes, yes...ah, no, hiss, wait a minute, let me sort it out first and think about how to say it..."

I found that no matter whether I use it correctly or not, it seems that there will be ambiguity in communication here. After applying for an intermission, I covered my mouth and seriously thought about how to answer the other party's question so as not to lose this precious Thoughts are polluted.

"Some of the things that have always been like this, the things that have always been believed in, may have a reason for existence, but those things that we have always believed in are not necessarily correct. There is no problem in you having such doubts, it is better to Say, you're right to question this."

"Then why aren't you angry about something so wrong?"

"Um......"

Why does it feel like the child in front of me really wants to be angry?

Could it be that he had to open the link and strike at the planet under his feet? Damn it, he couldn't bear to punch Terra and blow it up.

Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, being angry leaves room for the devil.

Maybe this kid is the kind of person who is very quiet but has a very strong ability to empathize?Feeling unfair about what is before you.

Yabu, who was obviously the one being comforted, somehow felt like his identity was reversed. He wanted to reach out and touch the head of the little bear in front of him to comfort him, because the pair of furry bear ears like stuffed toys were trembling. It's really a bit too conspicuous, almost directly expressing my inner emotions about this.

But in the end, because I felt that I was not familiar with the child in front of me, such an action was a bit too offensive, so I quietly took my hand back and used words to comfort him: "Because in this matter, at this time, anger is meaningless."

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*Save the child, the child can still be saved.

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Chapter 215 Let everything end

There is no point in getting angry.

Of course, Yanbu is not denying that emotional catharsis is unreasonable. Emotions can naturally be vented, but at least they should be vented to the right place.

It's just that there is no point in being angry about this matter.

"The current situation, the attitude of other people here towards me and the infected people, is the result of the mistake, not the fundamental source of the mistake."

This is equivalent to being walked on the street and someone suddenly hit you hard and ran away. Then you were very angry because of the sudden beating. You were so angry that you wanted to punch the earth and explode it.

So what should I do now?It can't be said that in order to vent his anger, he randomly selected a lucky guest on the street, slapped that person, passed on the anger to him, and ran away immediately.

In the end, it may become that this person who was inexplicably attracted by me will find someone on the road to pass on this "beauty", and so on, in the end it will become everyone on the street. They end up slapping each other in the face.

is it right?

Obviously wrong.

If you really want to vent your emotions, you should seek revenge and be angry with the person who obviously hit you in the first place, rather than directly slandering you when you are young, understand when you are old, win the resurrection match, and finally become yourself. The kind of person who hits you in the first place.

"It's useless for me to get angry at them. It doesn't change the problem, but it only exacerbates the conflict."

After all, how is it possible that a few words can resolve this long-standing conflict?

The source of those mistakes took who knows how long of guidance and influence to make them what they are now. If you want to correct them, you will definitely have to pay a price equal to or even far greater than theirs in order to correct the mistakes.

From the perspective of game balance alone, if the source of those errors took so long to do this kind of thing, and the correction only requires a few words, and then get angry and point at people. It can be solved by exploiting the household registration book, but the design of this game is too unreasonable. It is pure shit and will definitely be complained.

"I feel a little sad about this, but I don't think there's anything to be angry about. If you really want to be angry, you have to be angry at the source that has been guiding you for so long, right?"

"Then...what is the source?"

"Well... it's very complicated, maybe it's the system, or something else? After all, I'm not an aboriginal here, so it's up to you to think about it. You are more familiar with this place than me."

Only the answers you come up with after thinking about them are suitable for you. It makes no sense at all to force-feed the local aboriginal people with things they learned before time travel.

"Actually, I'm quite curious. You are a local, why would you ask me what the source is?"

Yabu slowly broke away from the caterpillar appearance, squatted down, folded the sleeping bag and picked it up: "After all, I don't actually know much, I'm not much older than you."

"Eh?"

"Why are you surprised? I'm only 21..."

"Huh? Well...I'm sorry, I don't know why, but I always feel that you should be the kind of person who knows a lot..."

There is no doubt that the person in front of him does not look old at all.

But for some reason, the other party showed a sense of kindness that should not appear in people of the same age, which made Zoya always have the illusion that she was not communicating with someone of the same age.

"So, now that you know the answer and I don't know the answer, what do you want to do?" Yabu stuffed the folded sleeping bag into Zoya's hand.

Zoya, who was thinking seriously about Yabu's question, subconsciously finished what Yabu handed to her hand. She was not distracted from thinking about it, but worked hard to think about her answer.

"I......"

Her father once asked her what career she wanted to pursue in the future, and her answer was to become a military police officer, like her father.

My father said at the time that it would be very hard. If he doesn't change his mind when he grows up and truly understands the responsibilities of this profession, he is looking forward to the day when he can become colleagues with him.

As she grew up, she thought she understood the role of the military police.

But it wasn't until today that she discovered that something was different from what she understood.There is nothing wrong with the fact that protection is the bounden duty of the military and police, but this protection does not seem to be so fair and just in this country.

"I think......"

So, was everything in the past wrong?

No, why should it be black and white?

Maybe some things themselves are not completely correct, but the correct part that you have learned from them should not be denied together with the whole.

What I want to be, what I long for, from beginning to end, is not simply the profession of military police, not this superficial identity, but the meaning that my father has always represented in my heart when he was a military policeman.

What I have longed for, from beginning to end, is what the military and police have always conveyed to me...

"I want to be like you."

Integrity worthy of trust.

"I want to figure out what the source of the error is, but before that, I want to be a person like you, to help others, regardless of identity."

Zoya gave her answer seriously, but then she asked cautiously without confidence, hoping to get some encouragement from the other party: "...can I?"

"Of course." Yao Bu's tone was as sure as stating a mathematical kilometer.