The longer the trip between Xiao Xiao and Yang Jia went on, the more speechless they became.

In the early stage, they can still have some conversations naturally, discuss a certain phenomenon or event, or subconsciously comfort each other when they see something uncomfortable.

However, as they walked in this world and saw more and more things, they became more and more accustomed to silence.

Later, they didn't even say a word for a whole day, just savoring the strong impact the world brought to them alone.

Only when both parties still have vacancies in their hearts can they try to comfort each other and share the pressure.

But when the depression in the hearts of both parties has reached the extreme and is overflowing, then they will not have enough strength to share the burden for the other party.

Xiao Xiao initially decided to take this trip because he knew that Patient Zero had been force-fed the pain of the entire world. In addition, he also vaguely felt that some of his decisions would have an impact on the fate of the entire world.

Influence.

But he felt that he was not qualified to make decisions for the world, nor did he feel that he could shoulder this responsibility, so he wanted to go out for a walk.

He tries to understand the world more broadly and truly so that he can make decisions.

But gradually, as he learned more and more about the world, he felt more and more like he was about to be overwhelmed by pain, and became even less able to make these decisions.

Sensitive people cannot see pain, even if they themselves are not lucky.

Yang Jia discovered that Xiao Xiao was in poor condition. In fact, she had tried many times to persuade Xiao Xiao to end the trip and go back to Black Gate City to discuss it, but she could not express her suggestion.

Because at this time, she herself had a suspicion, and she even felt that by urging Xiao Xiao to go back now, she was escaping from the battlefield.

She was once very determined, believing that she must implement the Noah plan and close the singularity.

This has nothing to do with where the singularity came from or what she has experienced. It is just because the singularity threatens the world. It is just because the singularity is spreading and swallowing the world step by step, so she has to do this.

But gradually, she became less determined.

She couldn't say why she was destined to sacrifice certain people in order to save the world. She didn't want to sound so noble or so shameless.

But if you say it's just for yourself, it seems a bit too selfish.

During this journey, she has also seen too much misery and pain, indifference and greed. It seems that there are too many similar colors in this world, and she cannot bear to add to them.

Fortunately, Xiao Xiao made a decision quietly at this moment:

"This is the last city. We'll go back after seeing it!"

"..."

"at last?"

Yang Jia was a little surprised. She glanced at Xiao Xiao's eyes and nodded slowly.

But she didn't understand. Is there anything special about this last city?

Along the way, they have seen too much.

It's chaotic, forbidden, prosperous, yet dilapidated. The streets are full of numb people, the upstairs are full of successful people who think their income is what they deserve, and the corners are filled with monsters who have been forced out of their inner malice by huge pressure.

She had long been tired of seeing this kind of scene.

This seems to be what the world will eventually become.

In the past, there were not enough resources in the world. The food grown in the ground was destined to be unable to feed too many people. Therefore, there were always wars. The human race seemed naive and cruel. Some people would always die of hunger and chaos.

, this is a social law.

No one will say that they are wrong, because if there is not enough, it is not enough.

But no one can explain why even when the world becomes more prosperous and supplies are abundant, there are still people who don’t have enough to eat.

This sentence is also not meant to accuse anyone, because this is a collective problem for mankind.

Yang Jia's mind kept flashing with these chaotic thoughts, but she didn't know what Xiao Xiao was going to see in this last city, until she followed his gaze and saw a little boy.

He looked to be only seven or eight years old, very thin, but his eyes were dark and very lively.

He always squatted in front of the glass window of a street video store, watching a TV inside, and movies were always playing on the TV.

The owner of the video store likes to play some movies to attract the attention of passers-by.

It’s just that none of the busy pedestrians on the street like such old-fashioned and fake things. In addition, the boss is a nostalgic person and always plays some old-fashioned literary and artistic films, so there are very few people stopping. Only this little boy.

No one knows his name, where he comes from, or why no one asks him to go home for dinner. He is the video store owner’s most loyal little audience. Whenever these clichéd movies start to play, he squats

He stood outside the window, holding his chin, staring with dark eyes, watching intently.

The owner of the video store discovered him and chased him out a few times at first, but he always came back secretly and stopped chasing him away.

One of them was inside the store and the other was outside the store, enjoying movies together. Sometimes the boss would intentionally play some heart-warming movies.

For example, a wandering child, and a warm uncle, such as those in desperate situations, but still yearning for hope, such as those movies with super strength, but do not make money to play with women, but help the poor.

Every time this happens, the little boy's eyes will become brighter and brighter.

He squatted in front of the window and watched the sunset until he saw that the street was empty and there were no pedestrians.

During this period, the uncle tried to invite him into the store several times, but he always shook his head and was too timid to go in. Sometimes the boss would break half of the sandwich he used for dinner and give it to him.

He refused to take it and ran away. Not long after, he took half a hamburger he picked up from somewhere. He smiled at each other and ate together with the boss, facing the same TV through a glass window.

Immersed in these warm movies, it seems that the whole world has become warmer with the colors of the movies.

But the world always seems unwilling to stay too long in any warm moment, and the boss is getting older and older.

His memory became increasingly confusing. He often sat in one place for long periods of time, forgetting that he was opening a store, forgetting to change videos, and even forgetting who he was.

He also couldn't see that the little boy's clothes were sometimes in tatters and sometimes stained with blood.

The little boy is not sad because his boss ignores him. After all, he is used to it. He just likes watching movies and immersing himself in such a world.

Until one day, the little boy came very late, and the boss dozed off all day long, until at night, he was woken up by the cold wind. He seemed to be awake for a rare moment, glanced at the empty window, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and looked out of the cabinet

I dug out that old movie.

He played the old movie, as if hoping to lure the boy over.

My Alzheimer's disease seems to be getting worse. Maybe I need a little apprentice to help me take care of it?

As he thought, he silently fell into a slumber and never woke up again.

Only the movie was playing for a long, long time. Near the end, the little boy appeared. He was covering his head, and his head was bleeding.

He walked through this street weakly and confused, not knowing where he was going. It was just the struggle of life that kept him walking, as if he was going to a warm and safe place.

He stopped when he saw the movie playing behind the glass window.

He wiped off the blood that covered his eyes, stared at the child holding the uncle's clothes in the movie.

The movie stuttered at some point.

The wind from the street carried the garbage and flew it over. One of the old posters stuck on the little boy's body. He did not move. The old poster was peeled off from his body by the wind, stained with some blood, and flew into the distance.

He still didn't move.

He didn't move, and neither did the boss.

…

…

Yang Jia looked at the scenes flashing before her eyes and suddenly couldn't help but shed tears.

She couldn't understand or believe it.

If I hadn't been standing here right now, how could I have believed that a little boy died like this on this street full of similar people?

The little boy's dark eyes were already dim.

If it is true, as the rumors say, that people can leave behind the last scene they see before they die, then what he saw must be the heart-warming ending of the movie, right?

"It's really hard for me to believe it..."

On the street, an increasingly cold wind suddenly blew over, picking up garbage and paper bags all over the sky. In this chaotic wind, at a distant street intersection, a man in a suit appeared at some unknown moment.

He was carrying a silver box in his hand, wearing blue glasses on his face, with a tall and tall figure and an indifferent expression.

His voice seemed to come from the other side of the city, cold and clear: "The dignified Drug Tester No. 0, the executor of the Noah Project who once had high hopes in the Black Forest, is waiting for you to save the whole world.

Are you wasting your time here?"

Xiao Xiao was slightly absent-minded. He moved his eyes away from the little boy in front of the glass window and looked at the man who seemed far away and yet very close at the same time.

His expression was very calm, but something seemed to be surging in his eyes, and he said, "A waste of time?"

"certainly."

The man holding the silver suitcase in his hand said calmly: "Wasting time on such meaningless things is of course a waste."

Xiao Xiao seemed to have difficulty understanding, his eyes had a strange hollowness. After a long time, he slowly said: "Why?"

"call……"

The man shook his head, as if he didn't bother to answer his question, but slowly moved forward and said lightly: "I hate those people who are sad about spring and autumn. They don't even understand the world, but they are afraid that others will not see their own.

Kind."

"I hate movies too. It's just a beautiful illusion that only makes people lose their judgment on the cruelty of this world."
To be continued...