When she plopped down on the dining room couch, a wave of exhaustion washed over her like a warm wave.
Lin Sanjiu took off her [Mask], and the man's face hissed as it separated from her face. She let out a long sigh and propped her feet on the table. Her trousers hung loosely over her body.
She knew that it was pointless to be angry at a system, but when she called out to Silas, she could not help but feel a little reluctant. Silas had warmly welcomed her so many times, how could it just delete her authority in a blink of an eye? "Hey, get me something to drink," Lin Sanjiu ordered as she massaged her back.
Yu Yuan slumped on the other side of the couch and raised his eyelids at her. He had been curled up in the cramped cockpit for almost 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 me?"
"That … That … You didn't say its name."
A snow-white figure wrapped in bandages inched his way into the dining room. His squirrel-like face was hanging limply, as if all his energy had been sucked out of him. He shook his head, signaling the two of them not to help him. Then, he limped into the dining room. He didn't have a cane in his hand, but he was holding a hollow iron pipe that he pulled out of nowhere. For some reason, it looked a little familiar.
Lin Sanjiu pulled out a chair for him and called out to Silas. Then, she turned to Woyu and asked, "Why did you get out of bed? Do you need anything? "
"I know you guys are back, so I wanted to come and see you." The simple act of sitting down was enough to make Woyu gasp in pain. "Otherwise, it would be boring to stay in the ward alone."
"Yesterday, I was hiding under this table. I didn't even dare to breathe for my life," Woyu murmured as he stared at the table. "Now, I'm still alive. It feels like a dream."
Yu Yuan opened the menu for him. "Is there anything you want?"
"I'll have a glass of whiskey."
Lin Sanjiu immediately raised her head, "You haven't recovered yet."
"I really need a glass of whiskey," Woyu said as he tried to smile, but the corners of his mouth twitched a little before he lowered it again. "Don't worry, my injuries … will heal faster with alcohol."
Lin Sanjiu watched as he finished his first glass of whiskey in one gulp. When he ordered a second cup, her own frozen Coke was brought over. She had forgotten how long it had been since she had a Coke. She poked at the ice with her straw, savoring the coolness of the drink as it flowed across her tongue. At that moment, Woyu suddenly spoke.
"What did you do with the man's body?"
From the beginning to the end, she did not know the name of the person who sold her the house. No matter what his name was when he was alive, it probably didn't matter when he tumbled down from the blue sky. Lin Sanjiu frowned. She took another sip of her drink and said, "I threw it out."
Woyu's lips quivered a few times as if he was still traumatized by the pain the man had inflicted on him.
"Actually, I didn't want to kill him," Lin Sanjiu chewed on the ice and swallowed it like candy. "But I didn't expect him to be injured. He couldn't withstand our pincer attack."
"What does it matter if he's dead?" Yu Yuan picked up a piece of egg and chimed in carelessly, "A man like that is a hidden danger. I think it's better for him to be dead."
"Of course, I don't feel sorry for him. He deserved it, but … "Lin Sanjiu felt like she wanted to explain herself, but she couldn't find the right words to say. In the end, she shut her mouth. Woyu finished his second glass of whiskey as if he had a grudge against the golden liquid. A blush appeared on his chubby, squirrel-like face. After giving it some thought, he asked Silas to bring him the whole bottle of whiskey and a bucket of ice. Most of the whiskey in the warehouse was prepared for Qing Jiuliu. Ever since she broke up with Qing Jiuliu and Magus, this was the first time someone had asked about the whiskey.
"Why don't you want to kill him?"
Woyu raised his arm, which was covered with thick bandages. He poured a third of the whiskey into the glass and added a few ice cubes. He took a sip slowly, and his voice sounded a little muffled, "You … don't kill many people. Those people from the Munitions Factory wanted to kill you, but you just sent them flying. You can say that you spared my life. Why? "
Lin Sanjiu froze. She had never thought about why she rarely killed people. This made her different from most posthumans, but it wasn't because she was more merciful.
"If the situation calls for it, I can kill." She swallowed the ice cubes and said in a low voice, "When the apocalypse first came, my ability was still very weak. But the crisis and the predicament won't let you go just because you are a newbie. I've killed a lot of people when I escaped from death time and time again. A lot. "
The other two people listened quietly. Only the central air conditioner was humming in the dining room.
"Everyone wants to be strong, but do you know what the real benefit of being strong is?" Lin Sanjiu smiled at Woyu. She could feel the chill of her own breath. "Strength gives me the right to be a good person."
"Huh?" Woyu was stunned.
"In this world, doing good is much harder than doing evil, and the price is much higher. A dead person won't stand up and hurt you again, but the same can't be said for someone you let go of. " She raised her head and looked at the ceiling that was damaged by Woyu's attack. Silas couldn't repair the damage. "Mercy is a luxury, especially now. It's more luxurious than ever before in human history. I'm lucky enough to bear some of it. "
Yu Yuan sat at the other end of the table and looked at her without saying a word. There was no expression under his tattoo, but there was a glimmer in his eyes. The dining room was very quiet. Only the sound of Woyu adding ice cubes into the glass and the sound of him gulping down the whiskey could be heard. He put down the glass and wiped his mouth. His face was red, "But that's not why."
"Huh?"
"That's not why you don't … don't kill people," Woyu stuttered. He didn't let the awkwardness stop him from continuing. Instead, he showed a strange persistence, as if he wouldn't stop until he got an answer. "Strength allows you to do that … No, but you don't have to do that."
"You're right." Lin Sanjiu frowned. Being questioned by Woyu felt like someone was poking at her heart with a stick. However, she didn't feel offended. It was just that she wasn't used to discussing her feelings. "Let me think about it …"
Yu Yuan seemed to be curious, so he put down his fork.
"If I have to say why …" Lin Sanjiu said after a while. Even though her voice sounded like a sigh, it could be heard clearly in the quiet dining room. "I just feel that people shouldn't die like that. Besides, I'm afraid of loneliness. "
"Loneliness?" Yu Yuan was a little surprised.
"Yeah." Lin Sanjiu leaned back on the sofa and curled her legs up. "Unbeknownst to us, human worlds were destroyed one after another. They fell apart due to various reasons. People like us, who were lucky enough to survive, would be thrown to another world every 14 months. We keep drifting like this without a destination … Like grains of loose sand, we are tossed into the desert wind. "
She had never thought about it so much before, but right now, the words flowed smoothly in her mind as if she had practiced saying them a thousand times. "... My surviving family members, my friends, none of them could stay. No, there is no end … Even the Twelve Worlds Centrum is just a temporary stop. No one knows if they can come back after they leave. I'm not afraid of death, and I'm not afraid of duoluozhong, but I'm afraid of this loneliness. It's like … like I'm alive on the outside but dead on the inside. "
She sighed and looked at the card that had appeared in her hand. She was lost in thought for a few seconds. [Hello, sis?] When she saw the line of words, it was as if she heard Ji Shanqing's soft voice.
"Every time I leave someone alive, I feel like I'm alive again. From then on, there was a connection between me and that person … After I helped or saved someone, even if that person did not feel grateful to me, did not become my friend, and never saw me again … I also knew that in the vast outside world, there was such a person who was related to me. One by one, in this way, people are bound together again … Perhaps, as a race, we can survive in another way. "
Lin Sanjiu shook her head and cut the conversation short. She smiled and said, "I don't know what I'm talking about. Just don't laugh at me."
Woyu turned to Lin Sanjiu and asked in a low voice, "But … you won't forgive everyone, right?"
Yu Yuan glanced at him.
"Of course not." Lin Sanjiu finished her drink. "I'm not a judge. I don't have the right to judge who deserves to live and who deserves to die. I can only try my best to face my conscience with a clear conscience."
Woyu nodded but did not say anything. He smiled, but it was a smile that only looked sad.
That was the last time she saw him.
In the early morning of that day, Exodus landed in the Grand Canyon again. A few hours later, Silas suddenly reminded Lin Sanjiu to check on her prisoner. Obviously, it was a timed mission that someone had set in the system.
When Lin Sanjiu opened the cell door, she found that the walls, the bed, and the floor of the cell were covered with a large amount of red liquid. Lin Sanjiu couldn't even move her feet. It was not exactly the color of blood, but it was a shade lighter. It was mixed with mottled debris. Lin Sanjiu couldn't tell what it was. Lollipop's life had turned into this liquid. Even after being scrubbed repeatedly, it still left a faint pink color on the floor.
"I'm sorry," Woyu wrote on a piece of paper. "My judgment is that she deserves to die."
You don't think she deserves to die, but she didn't think my companions deserve to die.
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