Many people entered a room in unison.

It's as if they're under the control of some kind of mind, as if they have a common unspeakable pain, and they go in without thinking about the consequences.

Han Yue stood on their side, only knowing that they kept walking inside, but no one came out.

However, everyone was full of smiles and happiness when they entered. It was as if this was a feast prepared for the people of the world, just waiting for everyone to enjoy. Suddenly, Han Yue remembered a small story he had read in a magazine:

It was a backwood, and the people there were selfish and indifferent. No one knows the name of their neighbor, and no one wants to give someone a piece of steamed bun when they are dying of starvation, let alone collect the body of someone after death.

However, it was such a group of people who one night the devil sent the gods to bring out all the food in the house:

No one said a word, just silently carried the basket of vegetables to the open space full of garbage. Everyone made a large pot out of stones, and boiling water was boiling in it.

People lined up and poured all the vegetables and meat in the basket into the pot. No one complained about why someone else only took cabbage or tomatoes, while he brought chicken thighs and beef.

There was no squeak, only the sound of boiling soup in a stone pot in the air.

When the soup was cooked, people lined up again to share the "100 family soup". Everyone swept away the unhappiness in their lives, and just silently tasted the banquet that everyone had a part in.

That night there was a mudslide that flooded the town with mud and rolling rocks, and no one fled and could not escape.

The scene in front of me is very similar to what is depicted in the story.

Han Yue leaned over and took a look: It just so happened that he couldn't see his home anymore in this direction.

This reduces at least some of the fear.

Han Yue suddenly felt that there was some kind of force that prompted her to go with the flow, stand at the end of the group, and share this peerless delicacy with them.

With a smile on his face, he walked into the room with relief. There seems to be a delicate voice calling:

Come on! Come to me. The beautiful world is all around us. Han Yue knew that she had to get out of here as soon as possible, otherwise she would join them like this group of fools and give her life for nothing;

There was no expression of joy on people's faces, not even a slightly hesitant, wooden look. But what remains unchanged is that everyone is smiling, and that pain is full of anticipation and satisfaction.

Han Yue looked at such a group of people in front of him, and his footsteps gradually approached them.

Standing behind the last person slowly, following the example of the previous person, bowing his head slightly, smiling, to meet the "feast".

I don't know how much more shadow came out behind me. Shadows are complicated because there are so many people here. But it can be seen that there are people standing behind Han Yue again.

Han Yue now hoped that the shadow would suddenly react to something and pull her away.

No, no, it's naïve! Now that you've joined the ranks, there's certainly no reason to leave.

A drop of rain hit the tip of Han Yue's nose, and the slightly cool feeling did not wake her senses. My hair is messed up by the rain! But that's okay, I don't have to worry about that right away.

When it was Han Yue's turn, she was still confused: first, she really didn't know the purpose of coming here; Secondly, she did not know what the consequences would be.

However, it was a really good feeling, like going to a feast, dressing up beautifully for the last supper.

When Han Yue raised her head, she was alone.

Behind? I don't know.

In front of me is a wonderful place: a bright room, clean and tidy candlesticks, medium-sized windows decorated with a love ornament, and the room is full of flowers and plants, giving people a beautiful, harmonious, and serene feeling.

It's just too quiet!

Can candlesticks only be used to hold candle flames? Definitely.

Han Yue's eyes were unconsciously attracted by the candlestick, on which white pills were neatly arranged.

No one seemed to notice the man with his head bowed in front of the statue of the Virgin in a black turban: no one could see his face; No one even knew if it was a person standing there.

(UNKNOWN VOICE): What are you here for?

Han Yue: I don't know.

(Unknown Voice): Have you ever encountered something that didn't go your way?

(unknown voice): Yes. at my house.

(Unknown voice): Understood. You can choose to sleep forever and forget about your unhappiness.

Han Yue: Procedure?

(Unknown voice): Please complete the following conversation.

(Unknown voice): Excuse me, have you decided to sleep permanently?

Han Yue: (Silence for a moment) Yes.

(unknown voice): Pick up one pill and one pill is fine.

Han Yue: (Picks up the white pill.) ）

(Unknown Voice): Remember the number on the pill, that's the house number of the New World.

Han Yue: (Eyes glazed, looking at the sunken numbers on the tablets.) ）

(unknown voice:) last confirmation. Swallow the pill and leave through the back door; Or give up.

Han Yue: (Staring at the snow-white pills, lost in thought.) ）

Do you really want to do this?

Think about your parents—they really didn't give you anything; Of course, if there is a quarrel or divorce because of a short matter in the family, it can also be counted;

As for classmates or roommates – it's good that they don't joke about themselves;

And the boy next door who was keen to play sexual "games" with her - she was stupid enough to confess to him until his third girlfriend in high school came to ask for a breakup fee.

(unknown voice:) what other doubts do you have about the program?

Han Yue raised his head in despair, the man in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary had already stretched out his old wrinkled hand and pointed to the pill in Han Yue's hand;

(unknown voice: ) Swallow it, but it's not that hard. It tastes 10,000 times better than the Chinese medicine you have drunk.

The voice seemed to be mocking, more like grasping Han Yue's weakness.

Han Yue no longer hesitated, and slowly handed the pill to his mouth.

"You forget, he's already a dead man." An unfamiliar voice sounded from behind Han Yue: "Do you remember the old news that the church priest was robbed and killed by believers in November last year? ”

"Run! Otherwise, I'll die here! The person behind him grabbed Han Yue and dragged her out without saying anything.

The light in front of me gradually dimmed, darker and darker, and the darkness seemed to engulf everything.

Han Yue subconsciously looked back, it was already pitch black behind him, and a burning candle was placed in the middle of the road.

The window, which becomes a bloody cross, and the adornment of love behind the cross becomes the usual image of the Virgin in the church.

The faceless man had been brutally crucified; His head had been cut off by the faithful, and only one iron had passed through his thin neck, holding him in the church that had long been cordoned off; On the man's crimson sacrificial garment, three words were written: Executioner.

The Holy Mother in the portrait grinned, her pale face was like rubbing a thick layer of inferior foundation, and she seemed to be full of unhappiness about Han Yue's departure, and her lowered hand was eager to try to recruit Han Yue.

"Don't get distracted!" The voice behind him shouted.

The cross caught fire, and the flames burned the image of the Virgin, and soon it reached the head of the Virgin.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed in the eyes of the Holy Mother, helpless and full of resentment looking at the owner and Han Yue who were running sounds.

Until the flames completely burned the statue of the Virgin, and the statue of the Virgin turned to ashes and fell to the ground like an inconspicuous piece of tin foil thrown into the iron-making furnace.

"Quick! Jump out! The owner of the voice stepped on the threshold that protruded from the front and jumped out of the church. Han Yue grabbed his hand tightly and followed his steps closely.

Han Yue turned her head, and the owner of the voice wanted to stop her, but it was too late: she had already seen that scene and saw it at a glance:

The back door of the church was opened, and in the open door, corpses fell in flames with a smile on their faces, allowing the flames to burn, and Han Yue had only seen one person among them, and that was the person who stood in front of her when she stood in line.

Han Yue finally understood what this was.

A farce? Or is it a tragedy? The flames burned the red cross and the candlestick on which it once rested.

Mixed with a small amount of rainwater, the charred church resembles a bright red tributary that converges and winds its way through the intersection of overlapping orders.