bgm：This World

inaction

Inaction

Mediocrity

It's not that hesitating, but wandering for no reason, simply watching from the sidelines, simply wandering.

Wandering, wandering, stagnant on the edge of the world, like rootless duckweed, with no home. For this kind of existence, one's own time has long been unconsciously stopped somewhere, and it is no longer possible to recall the situation at that time. It is as if you are completely out of the world, abandoned by fate, or you yourself have abandoned fate.

It will never be tainted with cause and effect, it will become the background of a monotonous story, it will be indifferent to everything, it will exist simply, extremely, and in its own right, without any connection with external objects.

In a sense, eternal life has been achieved, but at the same time, it cannot be said to be truly alive. There are no desires and demands, no hatred and greed, no sorrow and anguish, and at the same time, there is no need for hope and salvation.

It's an ambiguous, chaotic, irrational way of being, an escape and an exile from the world...

But is it really possible? Human beings are complex beings whose minds are full of twists and turns, governed by chaotic thoughts and ideas, not single-celled organisms.

In this case, it is impossible to simply live, to abandon intellectuality and collectivity, to be completely independent of the world, to be independent of the group, and there is no real loner.

Our breath, our flesh and blood, our minds, are entangled with others and the world, and it has long been impossible to separate and merge into one. This cohesion is stitched into a vast network of relationships, or rather, society.

The idea of independence, separation, self-separation, self-exile, this way of living is nothing but arrogant thoughts, a delusion, and one cannot survive.

If you think about it carefully, you will find that whether it is the material means of survival or the spiritual comfort, everything comes from society or others. Even if you want to escape into the mountains and forests to be a wild man, the wild man was only a part of the system, if from the beginning, there was no help from others, if from the very beginning, until now has not received the influence of anyone else... So you can't even be born, right?

What is society? It's just a group of people coming together?

A person's words will be sad and lonely.

Alone ... It's not going to survive.

Fear of loneliness, fear of sadness, try to fit yourself into a group, even if you are suffering and constantly hurting.

This is human.

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The night in the city is like a mystery, long and deep. It's as if there is extra, redundant time in the world. Or is it just that you're drunk?

The inextinguishable neon lights are reflected in the glass windows, and the intermittent flow of people stretches into infinity. Under the light of the streetlights, there is a never-ending number of vehicles, which drive in all directions to the west, whistling away towards the unknown, as if they never stopped. The dark black street trees were neatly arranged like strange giants standing still, like massive, indescribable clumps of shadows.

White hooded shirt, black pants, hands in jacket pockets. The upper half of his face was hidden in the shadows. The sound of white sneakers stomping on the ground is drowned out by the ubiquitous noise.

The height of an ordinary person, judging by his body size, should be male, and he carries a black checkered backpack on his back, and the color is reminiscent of moss in a muddy field. The black checkered backpack is very small, and it feels more harmonious when placed on the back of an elementary school student.

He walked down the noisy streets, flanked by mall complexes, and bright white lights spread out from them, crawling all over the street. Young men and women, old people with children, drunk men in ties, groups of students laughing and scolding from time to time, large and small vehicles that drive by quickly... The smell of human beings mixed with the smell of real perfumes and car exhaust is a very common scene, and day after day, year after year, people have survived day by day, and it seems that they will continue to live like this.

The strange boy in a hooded shirt walked through the streets of the city, not hurrying, he passed through the crowd, like a cat with a very low sense of existence, quietly passing through the corner of the city. If someone had noticed him before, and followed him, it would have been a little different - this guy had entered the city today, on foot, and for some reason, always turning around, not knowing where his destination was, as if trying to get rid of something, reminiscent of wanted criminals being hunted. In fact, there were indeed plainclothes strips targeting him before, and if it weren't for his fast enough, he would have been invited to the police station for tea by now.

He's been walking for more than nine hours, and even though it's late summer and the temperature is dropping, it's still a huge physical exertion. From noon to night, his footsteps never stopped, and even the distance and frequency of each step were completely unchanged. It's scary to think about, to think about whether robots have begun to prepare to invade humans... However, in fact, artificial intelligence technology is not mature until now.

The route he took was very distorted, and he walked on his feet without using transportation in an urban area with easy transportation.

Ghostly.

The man looked very strange, with a hood covering half of his face, walking through the bustling streets of the city center, but no one's eyes lingered on him for a moment—except for some sharp-eyed stripes. The faces of passers-by swept over his body like ordinary trees, and even if they passed by, they did not react at all, and they concentrated on playing by themselves.

Who is this person?

Obviously, magpie.

The "God Maker", the holder of "knowledge", is good at deception, speech and sabotage, and is suspected to have lost all his memories a few months ago, and then obtained a new life at the cost of giving up "immortality", and now he is under pressure to find his temporary girlfriend (cao).

At this time.

Quezheng was passing by an intersection, suddenly a bus turned, tires rolled over the asphalt floor, the whistle suddenly sounded, under the dim light, the driver was a little caught off guard, this middle-aged man over forty years old kicked the brakes suddenly.

This middle-aged uncle saw the strange figure wearing a hood that suddenly appeared in front of him, and he was a little flustered and distracted, for fear that he would run over him by driving the car like this, make a big mistake, and invite him to prison. His brain, in a way he didn't want to see, quickly woke up and trembled. Even the foul mouth that subconsciously burst out was stuck in his throat. His whole body was dripping with sweat for a few tenths of a second, and his expression was slightly distorted.

Instead of looking at the front of the car that was about to crash into him, his eyes glanced at the seat at the back of the bus for a moment, and met the other pair of eyes.

Sparkling, curious, thirsty for appetite.

。。。 This guy was caught up.

Magpie had an indescribable sense of helplessness in his heart and wanted to lament.