Their wails had subsided, but they still echoed in my head. It was the most miserable sound I've ever heard in my life, and it almost crushed my brain. I covered my ears, hoping to stop the sound, but it didn't work.

The old man slung the gun to his waist. He laughed so badly that he wanted to grab the gun and kill him. The old man came over, squatted down, and said to me proudly, "Good job, rest well." ”

The big one dragged me away. We walked into a room and I slept directly on the bed. The short and big ones didn't say anything.

A few days later, the old man had a new activity. A new batch of people like us was brought in. It's just that they don't get the same treatment from me.

They were nailed directly to the stake, but the nails were not directly caused by the hands and feet, so they struggled in pain in place, eager to break free from the nails, and eager to break free from the places they did not want to see, and then fled to a place where they could not be subjected to being a**. I actually thought the same as they did, but I didn't dare to break free, and I realized later that there could be no place like that.

Since the old man had long nails for them, and had bent the nails that had pierced their hands and feet and their stakes, the nails remained "unshaken" in their place, no matter how much they struggled.

The old man told us to go down.

We sat on the sidelines. I was terrified, afraid that we would be executed together.

The old man called a mercenary to give him a rifle, and he loaded it. Cleanly punched every bullet from the rifle into the heads of those men.

However, not all of them died, and there was only one person left in the end, and the stake where he was nailed was the last. He had given up struggling, but he had no strength left, so he hung there alive.

I was in a solemn mood, my hands were clenched very tightly, my pants were still clutched, the fabric on my knees was scratched, my teeth were itching and aching, and my eyes were fixed on them.

The old man's rifle ran out of bullets. Reload and reload with grace. When the old man took aim again, I couldn't help but stand up and yelled at the old man: "Sooner or later, you will be judged, people are righteous!" ”

After speaking, the atmosphere froze for three seconds, and then all the mercenaries who heard me except the old man laughed and fell to the ground. In retrospect, I really looked like a joke madman.

The old man straightened his hat. With a gun on his shoulder, he walked towards me. He said to me, "Alas, I have killed people for more than twenty years, so why didn't your so-called justice kill me?" ”。

I was speechless.

The old man said, "There can be no absolute justice, as long as there are interests, and they are great interests, and those great interests are what you call justice." ”

I said, "Liar, like now that two countries are at war, aren't there many warriors who sacrifice their own interests to kill the enemy?" ”

The old man said, "Then think about what kind of life those people would have lived if they had not been soldiers and had not fought wars?" Now that the invading countries in the north are suffering from drought, hundreds of millions of refugees are starving to death every day, and if they go to serve as soldiers, they can eat the national food, and they only need to think about feeding themselves and their families on the battlefield, and then desperately capture the cities in the south. Will they go to war if not for the benefit of being fed? ”

I thought for a moment and said, "But there are some soldiers who live in worse conditions than refugees. ”

The old man said: "Then think about it, why are those soldiers who have poor living conditions dying on the battlefield? Because even if they break away from the team, how can they survive, because the army with poor living conditions is trapped in an environment that is difficult to survive, and the commander of the army does not allow his subordinates to escape, if they flee the army, how can a person survive? Therefore, they can only rely on a bunch of people to survive, and because they have a friendship of life and death, they will not kill other comrades-in-arms to monopolize military salaries, so they must insist on getting out of the predicament together, and the cities in the south happen to have the materials they dream of, so their persistence is for profit, because without interests they will not persevere. Or interests. ”

I said, "What about the volunteers in the city?" They don't work for profit. "I was told by someone older than me that I didn't know about volunteering.

The old man smiled and said, "Being a volunteer can usher in countless people who repay their kindness, and those who repay their kindness will give them corresponding support during the difficult period of those volunteers' survival, and even if there are no people who repay their kindness, they will be happy to gain psychological benefits in their hearts by serving others selflessly." ”

I admired the old man's ability to associate, and he persuaded me, but at that time I did not admit defeat and said, "If there is darkness in this world, there must be light." "I remember saying it like righteous words at the time, but now that I think about it, I really didn't fit to live in this world.

The old man showed that terrifying smile again, and said: "It depends on whether there is a sun in this world, and now that the sun has evolved into a black hole, where is the light, darkness is a natural instinct." ”

I can't get it right at all, the old man's associative ability is too terrifying.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the old man stood up and shot the surviving man in the heart, and then the survivor lost his humble life completely.

The old man said, "Go back, come here tomorrow morning, take you to the city, and you will be free." Just do something for us, and then you'll be left to fend for yourselves. ”

I was very excited because I could finally choose my own life, and now that I think about it, I realize that no matter who you are, you don't choose your own life, and it's good to be able to live in this kind of world.

The old man smiled secretly as he left. When the old man returned to the house, one of the mercenaries asked him, "What do you want to do?" Are you sure to take them to the villa? What can they do? ”

The old man said, "Isn't there a lot of flowers in the garden of the villa that we can't admire, and we can give them a little flower to sell every week, so that we can make a little money." Recently, the war in the Southern Defenders has become tense, and their government has lowered the enlistment age to 14. So now we have a good income, but few of the brothers who were hired in the past have returned, and that's what makes me a little sad. ”

The mercenary said, "Yes, but I'm going to go to the battlefield soon, so I'll have a few drinks with you in the few days I get to the villa, otherwise I won't be able to drink anymore." ”

After tonight, they said goodbye to each other completely.