Hope to save the world.

This kind of sentence, in Sherlock's original world, only appears in legends about putting children to sleep, and most of them are accompanied by knights saving princesses, or some powerful wizard sealing demons, in short, in the Middle Ages, this kind of legend was quite popular.

Of course, after the demon invaded his world, there were many such prophecies: hundreds of years of man-demon battle, the world experienced countless catastrophes, and a soldier was blessed by the Holy Light, rushed into the gates of hell with supreme glory, stepping on the corpses of countless demons, and resisting the world on his shoulders.

The protagonist of this story is Dante.

But who knew that the protagonist had lived in hell for a year and seven months, and he had thrown his own legend to another ambiguous person, and now Sherlock was very sad to find that this person was himself.

What the fuck is this unfolding, what does the hope of this world have to do with itself. Besides, Sherlock was arrogant and conceited, but he certainly didn't think he could save the world, after all, he couldn't jump on the sun and blow up a star with one punch.

And looking at the old man in front of him, and the face that already had some age spots, he knew that the other party didn't seem to be able to figure out why a person could shoulder the hope of the whole world.

……

"In this world, there are very few people who can live past the age of 70, I am already an old man, and it is estimated that I only have one or two years left to live. But I still have some opinions about the world," the old man said softly:

"The sun in the sky has consumed the materials of this world to an extremely terrible level, and self-reproduction is almost extinct for a century, and the government has always said that the iron lump in the sky can last for at least 400 years, and in these 400 years, the development of science and technology will definitely be able to redevelop the method of crossing the rift in time and space.

I believe that.

But there are some things that the government never dares to say. For example, the resources we have left will not last for 400 years.

I'm an accountant, so if you just calculate the survival rate of newborn embryos in the past ten years, you can know that in another 80 years, humanity will be extinct.

It doesn't take any mutated creatures to attack, and it doesn't need the sun to burst out more radiation again, just let it be, and humanity will disappear from this world. ”

"I'll admit that the Survivor Alliance has done many, many things for the world. Whether it is the establishment of the city, or the distribution of resources after the aggregation of human beings, or even the spiritual and material security of life or entertainment, the best has been done.

But the world is shaky."

The old man's words seemed to sentence the world to death in his own name, but Sherlock didn't think he was alarmist at all.

"Do you know who is employed in my factory?"

Sherlock didn't speak, but he probably knew the answer when he thought of the strange-shaped, wide-eyed fish-like man at the door, and the strange-looking workers he occasionally saw along the way.

"It's all people who are destined to die." The old man did not wait for the other party's response, and continued to himself:

"They have no job, no income, no housing, and they are supposed to survive for a few years before dying on the street, and their bodies are pulled underground to a breeding factory where they are turned into fresh artificial amniotic fluid and embryonic feed.

Ironically, they died not because they were lazy or unmotivated, but because they had radiation sickness but could not afford to have radiation stripping surgery.

It is difficult for them to find a job, people are afraid of them, and when they see people with radiation appearances, they will subconsciously hide far away, for fear that they will also be contaminated.

In a race that claims to be civilized, people are naturally classified into inferior, ostracized, and avoided ranks, and the saddest thing is that no one is wrong in this whole process. ”

"Also, as I said earlier, very few people in this world live to be 70 years old, in fact, most people die in their 50s.

Because the medical policy for the elderly over 50 years ago was already a free-range attitude as early as two centuries ago.

The world can't afford to support an elderly person who can't work.

And when people are young, life is also hard, they have to engage in heavy study or labor to keep themselves alive, extreme mental pressure will be released in some industries with the tacit approval of the government, you are recommended by Miles that kid, so you should know that the underground gladiatorial arena is a place that cannot really exist without the government.

Bars, hallucinogens, wind and moon places, casinos, the attraction of these places to the people has long reached an extremely terrible point, people work hard, and then put money into these places, otherwise their lives will not have any fun, and then the income of these places will go through various channels into the overall scope of the government, for scientific research and development, embryo reproduction.

People are like this, bathed in the same sunlight all their lives, tired, desperate, and miserable to live a life, and then die, generation after generation, the concept of family has been blurred, people hold their own genes to raise children, the eyes even gradually do not see joy and anger, father, mother, relatives, these words, in fact, in the eyes of 50% of people, are only used to facilitate each other.

People don't need to get married, they just need to donate their biological markers at the right age.

Love is just the rhetoric of two people going to the hotel for a night under biological impulse, and the separation is that they don't even know each other's names.

Maybe I'm getting old, so sometimes I always think, what's the point of continuing to exist like this? ”

In this small room, where calm voices echo between the walls, Sherlock is adept at empathy, and is adept at guessing from other people's minds about what they think and do, a trick he often uses when solving cases.

But listening to the old man's gossip about the world, he had no way to guess the other party's emotions.

I can only catch a trace of sadness from that calm voice

"More than 30 years ago, Dante lived in my house for a few months, and now I regret it, not that I regret helping a traitor, but I regret asking him to tell me about the world on the other side of the rift.

I know that the world is going through wars, and people are working very hard, as if there is an organization called the Holy See, and many believers will give it the money they have earned for their hard work.

But that kind of world. It's really much better than here.

Too much, too much. ”

The old man said, his eyes showing a glimmer of yearning for the first time, and then looked at Sherlock with great anticipation:

"Guys there. There's snow, right. ”

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, and at that moment, he couldn't even comprehend the childlike longing in the other person's expression, as if he was asking about a meteor in the sky, a legendary elf, a birthday present next month, or the girl he had never met, but who would surely appear the most beloved girl in his life.

He nodded:

"Well, all year round, the sun will be dazzling during the day, and there will be stars in the sky at night, there will be mountains, there will be seas, and the grasslands will be turquoise, and you can't see the edge at a glance. The snow is cold, piece by piece, and it melts in the palm of your hand. ”

Sherlock was not a man of letters, he only used the most simple, even clumsy, words to tell those things that seemed to him to be the most ordinary.

Rice fields, Milky Way, nightfall, white on the top of the mountain, patches of woods

But the old man in front of him cried so suddenly, without warning, the folds at the corners of his eyes piled up, and tears seeped into it, as if he had infiltrated into the weathered ruins of this world and the dust all over the ground, he whimpered, like an old man with Alzheimer's disease suddenly woke up for a moment, remembering some of the good things in the past, but in an instant he found that everything had left him, and the powerless sadness swept in, and the tears did not stop.

Sherlock realized that it had been thirty years since anyone had told him.

After a long time, the old man gradually calmed down, he put on the old-fashioned glasses again, although in his bones, he was still the bookkeeper of the small company, but in the process of raising such a large number of mutated creatures, and in the process of crawling in the underground world for many years, he was more like a legend worthy of respect and awe after all:

His eyes fell on Sherlock's body, and the old man's somewhat cloudy gaze gradually gave birth to a trace of extremely complex emotions, he was very hesitant, but he also had that kind of burning yearning for hope.

This hope is not a compliment, it must be described more accurately, more like the kind of fanatical gambler who is desperate at the table, and can only do everything to bet on this last hand.

"I don't know why that Dante guy would say you can save the world, but I decided to help you."

After listening in silence for so long, the topic finally returned to him, and Sherlock pondered for a moment: "You just believe him like that?" ”

"If a person can survive under the encirclement of the whole world and rush into the space-time rift, then he has already created a miracle, and if you want to save this world, you also need a miracle, so I can only trust him."

"But you should be able to see that I can't think of any way to save you myself, in fact, I am not very likable in my original world." Sherlock knew that it would be bad for him to say such things at such a time, but he still said how weird it was to ask a person who lives in this world to help him:

"I'm a traitor, according to the thinking logic of people in this world, I should be the kind of existence that can't be hated even if I am crushed into pulp, help me, you can be regarded as an anti-human and anti-social racial traitor."

"yes." The old man smiled, he couldn't stop crying because of the wind, frost, rain and snow just now, but at this moment he was so relaxed and resolute: "Helping a rebel is indeed a difficult decision, but I have done it since I was a child.

It's a gamble.

If I really won the bet, then even if I was forever inscribed with a crime against humanity, so what?

In the same way, if you are really like him, you can return to your own world, then in other words, I am in the presence of both miracles, and if fate has made me go through this, then it should not be a coincidence. ”

Sherlock's life, no matter what, is actually not a righteous person, and the crime of [against humanity] is actually not an exaggeration at all.

Therefore, after seeing the old man in front of him say such things so easily, he suddenly felt that the other party seemed to be very similar to himself.

A few years ago, he also killed one of the greatest emperors in hundreds of years by wishful thinking, and although the final result set the whole world on a seemingly good path, in fact, it was a crooked fight.

And now, the old man in front of him is also guilty of betraying the entire clan for his own wishful thinking.

This is so similar to the situation when I smoked outside the ancient Roman city.

"How are you going to help me?" He asked directly.

"I have to go out of the city every month to hunt mutant creatures, I have weapons and manpower, although those people don't have a good impression of you, but my influence in their hearts is much greater than you think, they are always ready to give me back their lives, of course, I also have channels to go out of the city, in various fields, there are some acquaintances."

The old man said calmly, like a dying man recalling his life's achievements:

"And most importantly, I have money. Over the years, I have saved a lot of money, and in this world, everyone hates rebellion, but there are also many outlaws who can do anything for money.

That's all I can give you. ”

Sherlock listened to these vague resources, he didn't quite know how many useful powers the old man's weapons, manpower, and money could be converted into, but it was certain that these forces could not be compared to the entire Survivor Alliance government.

However, combat power is not the key to determining victory or defeat, and he wants to escape from this world, not to overthrow the entire human government.

Thinking about it this way, these people are almost enough.

"Is there anything else you need?" The old man asked.

Without any hesitation, Sherlock spoke directly, "I need your mutated creatures. ”

The old man was not too surprised, as if he had expected it a long time ago, and nodded: "Actually, over the years, I have raised so many mutated creatures just to wait for this moment. ”

He said with a smile, as if he felt that his efforts over the years had not been in vain:

"So, you're going to be like that guy and eat all these mutated creatures?"

(End of chapter)