If a person wanted to kill themselves, they could choose countless ways. The variety of choices far surpassed the Federation's protein meat.
A straw rope, a fruit knife, or a golden chain were all enough to end a person's life. Even if one didn't have a straw rope, one could still pick up a rusty nail without a fruit knife, or a piece of metal without a golden chain. Moreover, this world was full of tall buildings, low buildings, deep pits, and shallow pits. The height and depth of the trees were enough to kill.
Even if one's luck was so bad that they couldn't find anything at the moment of death, one would still have a tongue. Biting one's tongue to commit suicide might be too much of a grudge, but in the face of death, all methods were equal.
Therefore, suicide was not a difficult matter.
Huai Caoshi was a dazzling red sun high up in the Empire when she was young. After puberty, she hid her splendor and walked between the Imperial Palace and the Military Department. In recent years, she silently presided over the work of the Royal Intelligence Agency in secret. She had seen the surging waves and swallowed mountains and rivers, seen the filthy, vicious, and cruel darkness. As always, her heart was as strong as her body.
For such a person, something as simple as suicide should not have caused her too much trouble. However, when she saw the scene of Xu Le vomiting black blood and falling straight to the ground, her valiant heart could not help but palpitate a little.
Because the timing was wrong.
After carefully studying all the information about Xu Le, Huai Caoshi had never doubted that this person had the courage to kill her. However, why would he so resolutely choose to end her life before the last moment?
"You should still have many questions that need answers. Why are you willing to commit suicide?"
She looked at the Federation man surrounded by medical personnel and narrowed her eyes.
"Your Highness." The imperial medical officer reported in a low voice, "According to the results of the examination just now, his lung hematoma is very serious. His respiratory failure is severe. If he is needed alive, we must immediately send him to the ground for rescue."
"Then what are you hesitating for?" Huai Caoshi frowned at the medical officer and said, "What is needed on the execution ground is a living Federation war hero, not a corpse."
"But the problem now is that even if we are lucky enough to save this person, he won't be able to stand up again."
The medic wiped the sweat on his forehead. His medical team was equipped with enough examination equipment, so he knew very well how serious the injuries of this Federation captive were, and how … strange they were.
"The nerve bundles in his body are perfectly fine, and there is no problem with the nerve hub under the double-fiber bond. But for some reason, his nerve connection seems to have lost its function, like it has been broken. We cannot find the problem, so … there is no way to fix it."
"What's the best outcome?" Huai Caoshi lowered her eyes and asked.
"Paralyzed," the medic replied in a low voice.
Huai Caoshi was silent for a moment, then walked to the bedside. The busy imperial military doctors hurriedly made way for her. Hearing the beeping sounds of the instruments, she slowly put her hands behind her back. Looking at the dying Xu Le, her straight eyebrows slightly furrowed. Suddenly, her fingers shot out like lightning and forcefully tapped Xu Le's chest.
With a muffled thud, the severely unconscious Xu Le didn't react at all.
"You actually ignored my warning and tried to reconnect the broken meridians. You really aren't afraid of death … you really have guts."
Huai Caoshi retracted her fingers and lightly rubbed them, confirming that the medic's judgment was correct. This small-eyed man in front of her probably wouldn't stand up again in this lifetime.
She thought of those continuous escapes and battles in the mulberry tree sea, but she didn't feel sentimental or sad, because she never had the slightest bit of sympathy for her enemies. She only felt that it was a pity.
There weren't many people in this universe who had the qualifications to fight side by side with her, and the only one who had ever fought side by side with her was Xu Le, who had vomited blood and fainted. The cooperation between the world's number one mech fighter and the world's number one mech mechanic was such a breathtaking and satisfying battle scene. From today onwards, there probably wouldn't be another.
"Send him to the First Imperial Hospital and transfer him to the Royal Special Forces to guard him," Huai Caoshi closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then made a decision, "Try to save him."
The first noble rebellion in the Empire in a hundred years started from the shock and suspicion of the royal family, and this feeling also started from the strange death of County King Carlton. Now, this rebellion was about to disappear, but to completely eliminate the fear and suspicion of the huge noble class, especially the neutral noble class …
The royal family really needed a living Xu Le, and then let him die for everyone to see.
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Many popular science and science books would mention near-death experiences, saying that at the moment of death, human beings would look back at the past at the fastest speed, feel the present, and look forward. Sorry, there was no future here, only a high-speed retreating hole condensed by a black wall, and on the other side of the hole was a pure white world, completely different from the bloodstains when human beings were born.
Xu Le had never believed in this saying. This semi-illiterate who didn't finish the Federation's legal education was filled with mechanical principles and a mechanical worldview. In his opinion, there was not much difference between human beings and the stray cats that ate leftover beef outside the mine, except for aesthetics. How could they have the privilege to re-read their lives before they died? Then what would the near-death experience of the stray cats be like? Countless fat, big-eared rats?
Even though the uncle had taught him the ten postures, and the scorching, magical, trembling power was running through his body like countless fat rats, he still maintained an absolutely simple view of materialism. He sorrowfully and stubbornly believed that there was no heaven above his head, only the sky and the stars.
Heaven could only be found in life.
Sure enough, there was no black hole or holy white light, but there was a black dream, a very unoriginal black dream. However, the old Charter Computer didn't appear in the dream, wearing an old butler's uniform or really wearing a black silk skirt to talk about some mysterious things. In the black dream, there was only the painful tearing of the halo, the scattering of the breath, and no rebirth, gradually quieting down.
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Suicide was a very simple thing, and surviving was also a very simple thing, especially for a young man who had experienced countless life and death situations, and whose body muscles and organs were extremely strong, all he needed to do was to try hard to open his eyes.
Xu Le opened his eyes with difficulty, and the light in the gap of his eyelids gradually dimmed and became clear. There was a majestic oil painting on the wall, and the signature below it was so messy that no one had any impulse to identify it.
"He's awake!"
Along with this surprised shout, there were dense and chaotic footsteps in the ward, and the nervous voices of the treatment team. All kinds of advanced medical equipment were connected to his body.
The metal contact should be very cold on his bare skin, Xu Le, who had a very unpleasant past in the Federation Army general hospital, thought silently in his heart, and then his body subconsciously prepared to tremble.
However, he couldn't tremble … He didn't even feel a trace of coldness. Only now did he realize that his body was completely out of the control of his brain, and he couldn't feel anything.
He furrowed his brows.
Fortunately, he could still move his brows, so he should be able to close his eyes. Lying on the hospital bed, Xu Le opened his mouth and smiled happily.
This smile that came back from death instantly shocked the people of the Empire in the ward and made them collectively speechless.
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A few days later.
"I warned you, your zhenqi has already been scattered by me, and the meridians in the upper circulation have been blocked. If you try to force a breakthrough, only death will await you."
Huai Caoshi stood by the bed with her hands behind her back. She looked at Xu Le on the bed, looked at his extremely thin cheeks, and said expressionlessly, "I really didn't expect that you would actually use this as a means of suicide."
Xu Le smiled and didn't say anything.
Now, his entire body was paralyzed, and he could only move above his neck. Other than speaking, he could only use his expression to express his thoughts. He could no longer imitate President Pabre and forcefully wave his right arm to help his emotions rise.
A human's expression could only choose between laughing and crying, joy and sadness, happiness and depression, calmness and depression, and these two opposite camps. So, Xu Le naturally chose the former.
"According to the judgment of the doctor and me, you will never be able to stand up again in this life." Huai Caoshi looked at him and said indifferently, "How does it feel to be paralyzed? You can no longer carry the prosthetic arm to display your talent, do you regret it? "
"Why do I feel like your highness has more regrets than me?"
Xu Le, with his thin cheeks, finally opened his mouth to speak. His voice was extremely hoarse and weak. He said, "The feeling of being paralyzed, en, is a bit fresh."
"From the file, I can't judge that you are a hopeless optimist." Huai Caoshi turned around, poured herself a cup of coffee, and said casually.
"That's because I have never fallen into hopeless despair, so I can't display my talent in this area."
Huai Caoshi turned around with the coffee cup in her hand. After a moment of silence, she suddenly asked, "If you had died that day, and now you are paralyzed, would you really be willing?"
Hearing this, Xu Le was silent for a long time. He stared straight at the snow-white ceiling until the corners of his mouth lifted into a trace of a complicated and indescribable smile. Only then did he reply in a low and hoarse voice, "Of course I wouldn't be willing. I still have a lot of things I haven't done, a lot of secrets I don't know."
"For example?" Huai Caoshi took a sip of coffee.
"You have seen my file, so you should know about Zhang Xiaomeng."
"Your first love."
"That's right." Xu Le's eyes narrowed. He sighed softly and said, "I used to always want to make love with her one more time before I die. Now it seems that I don't have the chance. This is probably the biggest unwillingness."
Hearing this unexpected answer, Huai Caoshi was moved. She asked, "Why not your national girl Jian Shui'er? Of course, in my opinion, among those ambiguous women in the Federation, only that female engineer Nutshell is worth dating. "
Without waiting for Xu Le's reply, this imperial princess, who had never been in a relationship before, thought that she understood something. She shook her head and said, "Stupid first love complex."
Xu Le smiled and didn't explain. In the entire universe, probably only the prince of the Tai family knew the real reason for this kind of unwillingness.
"Since you are unwilling, why do you want to commit suicide? Since you are a hopeless optimist, I always thought that you would persist until the end, at least until the execution. "
"The Federation's proverb says that if the Grim Reaper tells you to report at three o 'clock, you will never see the first ray of sunlight again. But I am a soldier. Even if I am facing the Grim Reaper, I have to compete with him in terms of strength. "
After a moment of silence, Xu Le replied, "You want me to go to the execution ground and let a lot of people watch me die. I don't know the specific reason, but if you want something, I will make sure that you don't get it. At least I can choose the method of death and the time of death."
"Until the moment of death, soldiers should fight."
"Suicide is actually a kind of battle."
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