Water droplets slid down the side of Yang Ping's face, splashing a small splash on the ground and flowing down the hollow of the ground into the drainage channel.

The wet hair lay on his stomach and was lying on his scalp, blocking Yang Ping's vision and blocking himself on the other side of the mirror.

He finally had a moment of stillness for him to think quietly, and Owen seemed right.

This is the best result in countless conjectures, sacrificing the chances of more than 5,000 people to escape to maintain the safety of 20,000 people.

The biggest root of sacrificing these people is not him, let alone the bad roots, but the irretrievable bad roots of mankind, if you don't do this, you won't die more people and won't die fewer people, but it will make everyone's death meaningless.

And if 20,000 people can work together to fight the enemy, even if they are reduced to powder in an instant, it will be meaningful, because their death will demonstrate the indomitable will of mankind.

What if you left it up to you?

Yang Ping's eyes slowly looked up and finally froze on the opposite side of the mirror, he was asking himself how he would choose, I needed a true answer.

The mirror was covered with cracks, crumbling little by little, and the cracked spots spread to the walls, gradually engulfing the entire space.

Yang Ping's face didn't change at all, although he hadn't seen this situation, he just couldn't be surprised, as if everything was taken for granted, just like gravity, although it couldn't be touched, it was real, and it followed the inevitable laws of nature.

He saw his soul, alone adrift in a starry sky, empty and cold.

If it were me, I would still give people a chance to learn to be calm, to learn to give and give, and to do my best to influence them, no matter what, he would not destroy Babel-3.

The result? As a result, as Owen said, naivety and self-values can make everything irreparable.

Perhaps humanity is really hopeless, and they destroy everything, including themselves, in suspicion, uncooperation and madness.

Perhaps a few thousand people left Mars and returned to Earth on the Aboard Babel-3, while the remaining weak went berserk in despair and could not escape destruction.

Coward, he's like a coward in this matter, and Owen is better suited to manage these people than he is.

The only flaw is that he deprives everyone of the right to choose, the so-called centralization is like this, the will of one person is the core, and no one else is allowed to resist whether they are willing or not.

When the pros outweigh the cons, it seems reasonable to make such a choice, so what's the problem?

"Do you know what it means to not see the light?" Yang Ping was attracted by the ethereal sound in the space.

"Who, who's where?" Yang Ping asked anxiously.

No one answered, and the voice just now was clearly his own, and there was really no one else here.

It is very simple that you cannot be exposed to the sun, and by extension, it means that things cannot be judged by everyone head-on.

Wait a minute, isn't what Owen did that he couldn't see the light, I remember the teacher said in class when I was in school, anything that can't see the light must have its mistakes, if you really have a clear conscience, it's beneficial to everyone and it can definitely be scrutinized by everyone, so why hide it?

There must have been a mistake in Owen's approach, and he just didn't notice it after all.

"The Bad Roots of Human Nature...... There is no cure......" Yang Ping muttered, his aura slicing across the dark starry sky, and he felt that he was not ignorant.

Owen has been with EA for a long time, and he has sent out hundreds of missions, dealing with all kinds of evil people, and what he sees and knows is full of the dark side of human nature.

He is so sure of the bad roots of human nature that he is not afraid to look at others with the most vicious heart, and he is full of despair.

It is not right for Owen to impose his own values on what he calls facts, and this is an indirect manifestation of subjectivity and self-centeredness.

Centralization is inevitable and the most correct choice in the current situation, but the problem is that he does not give people a chance.

From the very beginning, Owen was preconceived and forcibly reduced the possibility of human nature to be good and everyone can be righteous and awe-inspiring to infinitely close to zero, so as to determine that the current plan is the most appropriate.

In fact, this is not the best result, there is no good and evil in human nature, one thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon, it all depends on how to guide the direction of thinking, whether to go to the abyss, or to fly in place.

People deserve a chance to save themselves, and they have the right to have such a chance, regardless of the situation, not about humanity.

The pitch-black starry sky instantly expanded and cracked, sending Yang Ping back to the real world, the mirror was still hanging on the wall, and Yang Ping's figure inside was no longer decadent.

He combed his dried hair with a comb, his eyes were no longer confused, and he knew what to do next.

"Mr. Yang, you've been in for fifteen minutes, do you need help?" EA asked, standing outside the door.

"Oh...... I'm fine, please allow me to be quiet and quiet, I don't want to be disturbed. ”

"Yes, sir, but as soon as possible."

Yang Ping raised his wrist and glanced at the time, there are still more than forty minutes before the bomb of the Tongtian No. 3 spacecraft will detonate, he must find a way to stop it, Owen does not believe in the goodness of human nature, this is the essential difference, it is not something that can be shaken in three or two sentences.

In this way, he can only rely on himself, you must know that he is an evolutionary, when he escaped from Lin Shao's hands, he can also escape from Owen's hands.

Yang Ping took off his mobile phone and put it on the toilet lid, he wanted to eliminate the possibility of being tracked, it was very unsafe to carry a mobile phone, and once he was caught, everything would be over.

Yang Ping, who was sure that he didn't have any pendants on his body except for clothes, came to a step away from facing the street wall on the side, and took a step with his eyes closed.

There was no feeling of impact or obstruction, he had already taken three steps in a row, and he had already surpassed the distance between his original position and the wall.

The wide street appeared in front of him with light, and he was already standing in the driveway.

Thankfully, he succeeded, thankfully, there were no cars on the streets, or the intelligent systems wouldn't have been able to avoid a pedestrian who had slipped through the wall into the driveway.

Now is not the time to hesitate, he has nothing on him, he must rush to the space elevator base station on foot, fortunately it is not too far, I hope Owen is patient, don't find him, and give him plenty of time to leave.

The street is too conspicuous, there are few pedestrians in total, as long as he is not blind, it is easy to find him, and if he wants to avoid searching, he must not walk from the ground, it seems that he can only choose the underground drainage system.

Yang Ping ran to an entrance to an underground drainage path, which was locked by an electronic lock, and the corresponding management code was required.

It just so happens that Yang Ping, as the chief controller of the Mars space elevator, is qualified to have management authority, and the password is naturally not a problem.

Yang Ping's only thought is that he hopes that the bottom will not be too dirty and messy, and the rest will be easy to say.