"What?!" Liu Chang's surprise is really extraordinary, he also said to the archmage just now, fortunately Nuwa was carried away by love and did not participate in this thermonuclear war that swept the world, but he didn't expect that this turn, Nuwa gave himself such a big surprise!

Now she hasn't left yet, after all, she is also half of her master, and all her actions must be reported to herself, and she will not make claims without her own orders; But if she is gone and leaves--- now it seems that she will take her 'Britney' words as a command, and if a woman pleases herself, she will turn it into 'fight against the whole world for those who please herself'.

The system here is very strange, on the surface the dictator has supreme power, but in fact, no one takes him seriously, but in the name of defending the dictator, he does his own thing.

Even the little gangsters and beggars on the street are full of benevolence and morality, but behind their backs are a belly of male thieves and prostitutes.

"Since the world is already chaotic, let's make it more chaotic, if it is not broken, it will not stand, and someone will sacrifice for it." Seeing that Liu Chang didn't speak, Nuwa continued.

Liu Chang asked, "What do you mean!?" ”

"Purging humans out of this season is not in conflict with my purpose," Nuwa said, "and they have embarked on the path of reverse evolution. Their bodies could no longer evolve, and even their minds went into the dead zone。。。。。。 Even they themselves feel that they are inferior to their ancestors, since one generation is inferior to the next, let's get rid of them, they meet all the characteristics of the Great Filter, it's time to purify them and retrain new humans. ”

"You think this is a chicken farm, if you have a batch of plague, you will deal with it all, and then replace it with another batch!" Liu Chang suddenly felt a cold sweat all over his body, there was no appearance of his own at the beginning, and the earth was facing the same situation, but he just gave up, and did not say that he wanted to purify the earth.

What about --- Continent? The demise of the Mu continent is ostensibly an alien invasion, is it possible that the base sent their people into the big filter to purify? However, there is also a Chosen Son in the Mu Continent! Liu Chang suddenly felt a confusion in his mind.

Nuwa continued: "Why do you keep it if you don't deal with it, as a qualified administrator, you have to decisively remove defective products, we don't need to waste products, let alone repair waste products!" ”

Liu Chang said: "But...... They are people after all .... Not chickens... Perhaps, in the future, they will wake up. ”

"If there is a deviation in the body, through slow evolution, maybe it will slowly return to the right path; The virus of thought is irreversible, it is a disease, and it must be cured! Once infected, it can quickly spread to the entire group, turning the entire group into zombies without the ability to think. ”

"Thought virus?" Liu Chang fell into deep thought.

It snowed, and large snowflakes like goose feathers fell from the sky. Like a naughty elf, sometimes it falls on the tip of the nose, sometimes it falls on the neck, it's cute! Liu Chang stretched out his hand, and the snowflakes fell on the palm of his hand like a tame lamb, and they did not melt, but just stayed quietly in the palm of his hand. As soon as he blew with his mouth, he flew out of his palm and danced around Liu Chang's body.

Liu Chang stood in the place where Nizi was standing, directly in front of him, was the center of the Milky Way, Liu Chang's heart suddenly moved, and finally understood why Nizi chose this place--- she wanted to see the distant center of the Milky Way.

His nose was a little sour, and yesterday, Lilia told him about Nizi's situation carefully, and also revealed the doubts he had been stuffed in his heart. Nizi is a disciple personally selected by herself, and she is absolutely not sloppy in selecting disciples, no matter in which aspect, Nizi is fully qualified to meet any conditions for excellent disciples.

No matter what, even if she wasn't the one with the longest lifespan, she should never be shorter than the other disciples, and she shouldn't be the first of the disciples to fall.

"Yes," Lilia said in a choked voice, "Senior Sister, Senior Sister said that if she can't accompany you forever, she... There will be no point in her life either. ”

His own training cabin, which is a special cabin specially prepared for his own evolution after entering the base, is himself, and he has almost not survived several times, not to mention his physical fitness, which is far inferior to his own Nizi in all aspects.

Liu Chang was sad, sad and sad, raised his palm, slammed, and slapped on a rock, only to hit the stone chips. He clapped his palm, and slapped his palm, and suddenly there was a loud sound, and the boulder broke in response;

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry anything. And he sat in a daze, from morning to noon, and from noon to evening. I don't know when, the sky cleared and the faint slanting sun shone on his body, pulling his shadow for a long, long time.

At the same time, there was a house in a corner of the imperial capital, the door was closed, both the door and the window were tightly closed, and the window was even covered with a thick quilt.

The lights inside the house were soft, and the sound of an old second-hand TV was so loud that only a whisper could be heard outside. All kinds of clothes, sheets, and quilts are thrown on the ground indiscriminately, and stepping on them makes you feel as if you are stepping on velvet.

At the other end of the room, Park Huaizhong walked up and down anxiously, with a green lampshade on the table, and on either side of it were a large pile of books with red handwriting, and a dictionary.

Park's heart was beating so hard that he was worried that he would not be able to speak. All he could think of was one sentence: Oh my God, don't come.

He was a small man, with long black hair, wearing a white shirt, with a face shaped like a diamond, completely expressionless, and eyes like a wolf. Holding a note in his hand, he seemed to be reading intently.

His cheeky eyebrows and big-eyed face are lowered so that you can see the outline of his nose, and he looks terrible and intelligent. He sat there motionless, for about twenty seconds.

If at this time, you put your ear close to his mouth, you will hear:

"Vulgar and incomprehensible yarn is entangled with life

Vulgarity is worse than depravity

best

Unscrew the canary's head—

From this, our ideal

will not be defeated by the canary. ”

"A comma, two periods, the leader must be followed by a colon, let the leader go first to fully approve the six recommendations contained in the period doubling the absurd approaching crime, want to cancel the period to obtain the full estimate of the administrative costs of the machine before the construction period notice is completed."

His mind seemed to relax a little, but his expression was more serious than usual, and from time to time he leaned his ears close to the door and window to hear if there were any unusual sounds outside.

Park Huaizhong was already afraid, but at this time, he suddenly mixed with a general embarrassment. He felt that it was very possible that he had made a stupid mistake.

A woman walked past the TV, and a thought occurred to her, so she stopped, turned around, and pressed a button on the wall. There was a snap, and the voice on the TV was interrupted.

Then, the voice muffled by the television was revealed--- and a woman's moans of pain could be heard from the inner room.

"You're crazy!" Pu Huaizhong screamed softly, even in a panic, he was so surprised that he couldn't help but whisper: "Why are you turning it off!" ”

"Yes," said the woman, "I'll turn it off." I think I have that privilege. ”

Dongfang Jinghong still stared into Pu's eyes, but felt very difficult. Then the grim face suddenly showed a smile, which could be described as a smile. Park Huaizhong used his accustomed movements. Straighten the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"If you have something to say, you will be upset by not making a sound for too long," he said.

"I'll tell you," Dongfang Jinghong said immediately. "Is that thing really turned off? I've heard that there is a camera behind the screen, and the elderly care about people's every move through it. ”

He affirmed: "Yes, everything is turned off." It's just us. ”

He paused, realizing for the first time that he was a little unsure of his words, "Come here, come over here" and pulled the woman to a place where she couldn't see the TV, or a corner where she thought it couldn't see even if there was a monitor behind the screen.

Since he didn't really know what help he could expect from the woman, but he really couldn't help it, he really couldn't do the job of delivering the baby--- anyway, after all, the woman in front of him gave birth to the sow.

Although he realized that what he said must sound weak and empty, he continued: "Our whole family is a person with a criminal record, and we are all people with impure thoughts. My wife chose to have a baby at this time, do you know what day it is! Today is the birthday of the Great Father. Newborns are not allowed to be born, and it is offensive and insulting to the leader to celebrate his birthday on the same day as the leader. ”

He felt the door open behind him, and he felt cold. He stopped, looked back, and sure enough, the short, yellow-faced woman had come in without knocking. Park saw her holding a plate with a wine bottle and a pair of scissors in her hand.

"This is Aunt Zhao, her man is a pig killer," Dongfang Jinghong pretended to be calm and said. "Aunt Zhao, bring the wine here. On a round table, are there enough chairs? So let's sit down, and I have to think about how I delivered the sows in the first place. You also pull a chair over, this is serious, if you don't get it right, you will die. ”

The little man sat down, very comfortable, but still had the air of a confident person, the air of a privileged chauffeur.

Park Huaizhong looked out of the corner of his eye, feeling that this person had been playing the role of a butcher all his life, and realized that it was dangerous to stop playing this role even for the time being.

Dongfang Jinghong took the wine bottle and poured a dark red liquid into the glass. It reminded Park of something he had seen on the wall or on a billboard a long, long time ago — a large wine bottle with the mouth that could move up and down to pour the contents of the bottle into the glass. From above, the wine is almost black, but inside the bottle it shines like a ruby.

It has a sweet and sour smell. He saw Dongfang Jinghong unabashedly her curiosity, and took the cup to the tip of his nose to smell.

"It's called wild fruit wine," Park said with a smile. "No problem, you must have read in books that alcohol can be sterilized, but now you really can't buy alcohol, and even liquor is very rare. This is the fruit that my daughter-in-law picked up last year--- which should have some disinfecting effect. His face became serious again, and he raised his glass. I think we should start with a glass of wine and wish everyone good health. Cheers to the health of our leaders. ”

Park Huaizhong enthusiastically raised his glass. He had read about it in books and wanted to try it, but for some reason, he had always thought it was extremely sweet, like blackberry jam, and it would make people drunk right away. In fact, when he actually drank it all, it was very disappointing--- except for the sour, there was also a slight taste of swill, and he put down the empty glass.

"Can this thing really get people drunk and make her feel no pain?" Aunt Zhao asked.

"yes, it's wine anyway. When you get drunk, it doesn't hurt. Dongfang Jinghong said.

"So what are you waiting for? Hurry up and give your daughter-in-law a drink--- I don't want to delay too much time, I have to go home and turn over my intestines" After Aunt Zhao finished speaking, she grabbed the wine bottle and was about to enter the back room--- the moaning sound in the back room became quieter, she thought it was a good time to get pregnant women drunk.

"It's not time, we'll have to wait for that." He subconsciously glanced at his watch, there were still six hours until the early hours of the morning, and if he could get through, he could send his daughter-in-law to the hospital, "Even if it is a person in the family of a big man, it is inappropriate to turn off the TV for more than half an hour." He nodded to Dongfang Jinghong, "We have about ten minutes to use." I have to ask you some questions first, which you must understand. In general, how are you going to deliver the baby? He was still a little worried about his wife's safety--- after all, marrying a wife cost him half a cow--- I heard that the price of beef had risen.

"Giving birth to a child, it's not simple, it's like pulling poop, it comes out as soon as you work hard!" Aunt Zhao said.

Park Huaizhong was almost choked to death, giving birth to a child is as easy as pulling poop, why am I risking being reported to come to you! Sitting on the chair slightly sideways, you can face the oriental Jinghong. He almost put Aunt Zhao aside.

His eyelids drooped. He began to ask his questions softly in an emotionless voice, as if it were routine, and he already knew the answers to most of them.

Park Huaizhong picked up the red notebook and said: "Let's do a routine, you just have to answer 'yes' or 'no', let's start now: are you going to engage in sabotage activities that may cause the death of thousands of innocent people?" ”

The two replied in unison, "Yes." ”

"Are you ready to sell your homeland to a foreign country?"

"Yes."

"Are you prepared to deceive, forge, blackmail, corrupt children's minds, sell addictive drugs, encourage prostitution, spread the disease of the willow — anything that can cause corruption and depravity and weaken the power of the state?"

"Yes."

"No!" Aunt Zhao interjected and shouted, she didn't want to swear that 'having a child has no asshole', it has nothing to do with whether the motherland sells it or not, anyway, it is not her own, she will not do it if she swears by her own child, the child is her own.

Park Huaizhong felt speechless for a long time. For a while, he seemed to be deprived of even the ability to speak. His tongue was moving, but he couldn't make a sound, and the first syllable of a word was just formed in the shape of his mouth, but it was the first syllable of another word, and this was repeated several times. He didn't know how to say what he said in the end.

He finally said, "No? ”

"For the three hundred Sha coins you gave me, I even betrayed my motherland," Aunt Zhao said. "It's already a capital offense, so you don't have to swear anymore, right? If you curse and swear again, I won't do it, I'm a seller of pork, not meat. ”

Dongfang Jinghong muttered something, as if agreeing.

"Good. Then that's it. Park Huaizhong put away the red notebook, these words do not need to be recorded, because no one dares to repeat these words to report. These words are sinful not only to the speaker, but also to the listener. As for why Aunt Zhao interrupted him, he didn't take it to heart.

In a room at a distant base, Nuwa, a computer person, danced with her eyebrows.

Ichiro lay on his side, about to fall asleep. He reached out and rubbed his face vigorously as he repainted the curtain wall that hung on the wall, and sat up against the head of the bed with his eyes open.

"We've got to watch it well," she said, "and you have to watch it too." Don't let go of any suspicious details. ”

"Look," Ichiro said lazily with his eyes closed, "read aloud." That's for the best. You can explain it to me as you read it. ”

The clock was pointing at six o'clock, which meant that the two of them had been working hard all night.

"First, ignorance is power

Historically, probably since the end of the Neolithic Age, there have been three kinds of people in the world, namely, the superior people, the middle people, and the inferior people. They are further divided into several kinds, with a variety of different names, and their relative numbers and their mutual attitudes vary from era to era;

But the basic structure of society remains the same. Even after great upheavals and seemingly irreversible changes, it always returns to its original pattern, as if the gyroscope always returns to balance, no matter which direction you push it. ”

"Ichiro, you're not asleep, are you?" Nuwa asked.

"Not asleep, dear, I'm listening. Read on. It's brilliant. So she continued:

"The goals of these three types of people are completely irreconcilable. The goal of the superior is to maintain their position. The goal of the middle is to exchange status with the higher. It has always been characteristic of the inferior people that they have no time to take care of their toil, and only occasionally take care of things outside of their daily lives, so that if they have a goal, it is nothing more than the abolition of all differences and the establishment of a society in which all men are equal. In this way, there has always been a struggle that has been repeated over and over again throughout history, the general outline of which is the same.

For a long time the power of the superior seems to have been consolidated, but sooner or later there will come a time when they lose faith in themselves, or in their ability to rule effectively, or both. They were overthrown by the middle people, who claimed to be fighting for freedom and justice, and won the inferior people to their side.

Once the middle class has achieved its goal, the inferior people are pushed back to their original slave status, and they themselves become superior people. Soon, one of the other two classes, or both of them, split into a new group of middle people, and the struggle began in a circle.

Only the inferior of the third class have never achieved their goals, even temporarily. It would be an exaggeration to say that there has never been material progress in the whole of history.

Even in today's period of decline, the average person is materially better off than it was hundreds of years ago. But neither the increase in wealth, nor the easing of attitudes, nor the reforms and revolutions, have brought mankind to a step forward. From the point of view of inferior people, if there is a change in history, it is only a change in the name of the master. (From 1984)

Nuwa found that there was silence all around. It's as if you suddenly find yourself hearing a new sound. He felt that Ichiro had been lying motionless for a long time.

He fell asleep on his side, naked from the waist up, his cheeks resting on his palms, and a lock of black hair draped over his eyes. His chest rises and falls slowly and is very regular.

"Sweet."

There was no answer.

"Baby, are you awake?"

There was no answer. He fell asleep.

She carefully turned off the monitor, dimmed the lights in the room, and pulled up the bedspread to cover Ichiro.

There were quite a few such books in its database, and the first chapter, like the third, did not actually tell her anything she did not know, but only systematized what he already had.

But after reading it, she understands human beings more clearly than before, and as a system, human beings seem to have crossed animal instincts and can survive by intelligence;

But, more often than not, human stupidity is beyond imagination, like an ant spinning on the edge of a pot, that is, it does not feel danger and cannot see a way out! And enjoy making the same mistakes over and over again.

Where there is truth, there is non-truth, if you insist on truth; Even if the whole world doesn't agree with you, you don't go crazy.

The morning glow shines obliquely through the window and falls on the pillow. The afterglow shining on his face gave her a strong, sleepy, confident feeling.

She muttered to herself, "Being sane is not something that logical numbers can express, and there are some appearances that are going to go down." While also lying beside Ichiro, she closed her eyes, she also wanted to experience the feeling of sleep, and fell asleep, feeling that this sentence contained profound wisdom.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, "your ass is a meter wide,"

"Only this place?" Nuwa said, "My body is designed with millions of human bodies and countless parameters, but not just a wide buttocks. ”

He easily wrapped Ichiro's soft thin waist around his arm. Her body was pressed against his body from hip to knee. But the bodies of the two of them are not able to have children. It's one thing they can never do.

They can only pass on the love for each other in their minds by using their mouths.

"Do you remember," he asked, "that flower ball you threw me on the day of Carnival?" ”

"Of course I remember," said Nuwa, "that it was the first work of my hands, and since then, it has been much more flexible." ”

"I don't want to praise those hands," Ichiro carefully removed the soft, slender hands from his body, which gave him a very bad memory. The first time we met, I was lame in both legs, and a few days ago, if it wasn't for my quick brain response, I told her that you can go to fight 'yes' or scold 'yes love', they are all legendary beasts, and they almost broke their hands again, and these little hands left a shadow in his heart.

"We are pests," he said.

"We are vermin," Nuwa obediently chimed in.

"Pests?!" Nuwa's eyes opened suddenly, and it was obvious that as a computer person, Nuwa still couldn't understand this kind of self-deprecating humor that is unique to human beings.

Ichiro's internal organs seemed to have turned into ice cubes. Nuwa could see the pupils in his eyes white. The face is sallow, as if it has nothing to do with other skin.

"Then what are we waiting for" Ichiro jumped up from the bed at once, not feeling sleepy in the slightest, "We're going to do something now!" In my first class in elementary school, the teacher taught us to pay attention to other people's every move at all times, report to the teacher at any time, and get a little red flower every time I report back, and if I can monitor all my classmates, I can be the class leader! My best result is to be a moral commissar! "Falling in love with a logical monster, Ichiro feels that it is a miracle that he can still walk on his feet.