Chapter 871: Nine. People between the cracks (5)

The waves recite the low recitations in the brain, and the originally ambiguous and dark space becomes a pure white.
(Am I... dead?)
I can’t find any lines, not even a single point, I can’t see the end no matter what direction I turn to before, after, left and right, I can’t see the end in every direction, the endless white that doesn’t even exist on the horizon, I can’t even face where I am distinguish.
Under normal circumstances, if you stay here for 5 minutes, you may be mentally abnormal, but now you can deal with it calmly. It is really easy to cause people to wonder whether they are still alive.
"If you look forward to the bliss of life, what a pity?"
Roland turned to the source of the sound.
The slightly ridiculous voice was so familiar that he could no longer be familiar. When Roland turned around, he thought he would see a familiar figure, but he felt incredible, and at the same time had a strange urge to awaken.
That guy must be right. Although it is right, it seems a bit—
(...When did you become so cute?)
Li Lin floated in the air with her feet up as usual. The figure is flattened Q version. Considering that from time to time he made Q version of the avatar to act as a microphone and a monitor, the familiar Roland should not respond so much. Compared with the mini version that used to be reduced in size in the past, it has not only shrunk into a two-headed body, but also added a little baby fat. Black horns grew on both sides of the head, and the small bat wings fluttered up and down on the back, and a long, triangular tail at the back of the waist was flicking.
A little bit of the image shows that the past was a glamorous Barbie doll, but now it is a soil fat round hello.kitty version of the devil doll with its own cute filter. The output of the two cute forces is not a dimension. Roland, bathed in the germination of light, rushed straight to the former guardian, holding his cheek with both hands, pulling "poo-poo" toward both sides.
"……what are you doing?"
The elongated lip line turned into a sliced ​​watermelon-like smiley face, and the bewildering expressive agent was confused.
(Sure enough, it’s soft to squeeze, more comfortable than a pillow, very Q like fruit jelly.)
"This is a collection of information created in your consciousness space based on your cognitive intelligence about me. It is a shell that foreign consciousness borrows after entering your personal consciousness. To put it bluntly, it is to fill my brain in your heart. So no matter what appears Are you selling cute dolls, or Godzilla spitting fire in hello.kitty skin, are you just imagined images, understand?"
(Basically, I understand, but what is so serious about brain-burning content that has become more cute? This is the so-called "contrast cute"?)
"You can still explore such insignificant questions at this time. What do you say to me? How optimistic? No nerves? Be bold? You were completely betrayed by someone who wanted to protect and want to save, and almost became a confession. Naughty human flesh dolls. Still have problems thinking about the margins?"
The sound that has not changed is turned into ink, and it diffuses in the pure white space little by little. Originally flawless spaces began to have loopholes.
Listening to the extremely spicy words, Roland stood motionless. Peeking at the silent boy from above, Li Lin spoke again.
"What constitutes the world is ultimately a reality. Cruel and indifferent reality. Survival first and egoism are the roots of people’s actions, not so-called goodwill. Even if they shout beautiful ideals and explain fraternity and goodwill, they value it. It’s still profit distribution and promises, while attaching to you and fiddle with your little abacus. When you can’t satisfy them or someone bids a higher price, they will give you up without hesitation, like throwing away a piece The garbage is no pity. If they can get more, they will betray you without hesitation."
The smooth tone is not false, as cold and true as the content.
The ideal may be noble and beautiful, and its existence is therefore insignificant. In contrast, the facts in front of me are always filthy and heavy-I wonder if it is for this reason that people who advocate ideals tend to ignore reality, and as a result, they encounter walls again and again in front of reality.
It's like this now.
Compared to the beautiful and empty ideals, the vivid and dirty reality is more able to impress humans and prompt them to produce corresponding emotions-the beaten person will feel pain and be angry, but he can never think of forgiveness and understanding in the first place , Fraternity; people who have been fed all day long appear in front of the poor who are struggling with hunger, the latter will inevitably hate the broad cats and fat cats-as long as it is not the late stage of Madonna cancer burns the brain and reflex mechanism-to most people Say, this is a natural biological emotion.
In the same way, the betrayed people will also doubt the human nature, and the beliefs they have previously adhered to will appear cracked.
"You should understand. People are selfish and lowly creatures. The so-called goodwill, the so-called ethics, are all illusory fakes after all, and they are insurances made for protection when they become weak people. If you don't face this, talk extravagantly. Humanity and trust in you are therefore frustrated."
By this time, the words were no longer aggressive and ridiculous. The rest is wonderfully loose, as if it were a kind of burnout-it doesn't matter what it is, what it should be-so tired that penetrates into the bone marrow. It's like suffering from countless setbacks and despair, just wanting to commit to self-abuse and self-abandonment that doesn't even exist in cynicism.
I don’t believe anything, I don’t chase anything, I completely empty myself and become an empty shell, a container...
"Maybe that's true."
The teenager nodded.
"However, how about that?"
"..."
Condescending, the agent who spoke eloquently was silent, and his eyes were fixed on Zi Tong, who did not give in.
"Betrayed and used by others. So full of resentment and despair in the world, crept into darkness? If only this level, how could the world be changed?"
Looking up at the agent's face is sincere and gentle, but also very firm.
"Reality is cruel and heavy. Everyone is just ordinary mortals, ordinary, humble, and filthy human beings. They will deceive, betray, hurt, and use others-this is all reality. But because of this, The world must be dark and hopeless?"
The world is not made up of the color of darkness, and humans and their actions are not just "malicious".
"Yes, I was betrayed. But in addition to the betrayal, some people trusted me and held me back, hoping that I could rescue the woman who lost her daughter; use her body to protect the little girl from the sword. The female knight who cried and begged me to help the people when she regretted her weakness; there are soldiers and civilians who believe that I can calm the turmoil and fight behind me; they are also human beings and a part of reality. Because part of me, even Should they also deny it?"
"They don't trust you out of good faith, just pure self-interest."
"It doesn't matter if it's not goodwill, they have the right to do so."
"Then you have the power to refuse."
"Yes. But I also have the option of not being able to sit and watch, pretending not to see or hear."
The things that have been piled up on the chest have been bursting into language, and the time of black and white trembling trembles, and there are countless ripples on the water surface of a rainy day. The colorful memory images are crisscrossed with the ripples.
"It doesn't matter if it's used by others, it's played by others?"
"At least it's better than me to betray others and become a mean villain."
Has been betrayed and used by others, so it is necessary to refuse others? Use this as a reason to abandon people who are friendly to yourself? Can't the other party be trusted unless it comes from absolutely pure goodwill? If others are not good to themselves, can they not be good to others?
Without such a thing, nothing in the world is absolute.
Everyone's behavior can only be borne by himself. The despicable behavior of others cannot justify his despicable behavior, nor is it an escape symbol for avoidance.
I don't like the cruelty of the world, so I chose the path of wanting to change the world. I felt I should do this, so I chose to fight. Even if he was afraid, even if he felt disgusted, no matter how much he wanted to escape from it, Roland still felt that he had to do this, so he chose to fight. There is no other reason at all. With such an impulse, Roland can choose to oppose Li Lin.
Perhaps this is just self-satisfaction. It is just a world that cannot be tolerated-a cruel world that cannot even make choices. So destroy it and change it.
It’s just—it’s just that.
"It is impossible for human beings to change easily."
After a moment of pondering, the non-smiling expression returned to Li Lin's face, only to hear him continue to say:
"It's okay. Now that you have decided how you want to go and keep going, try your best to struggle. Let me see how you can struggle in the face of human's incurable nature."
After leaving a meaningful announcement, Li Lin's figure slowly dissipated, and the chaotic space was also drawn into a thick shady curtain.
Next--
The first thing that catches your eyes is the thick and gloomy stone slab.
Looking at the plane in a trance-then it took a few seconds to realize that it was the ceiling. Despite looking at the ceiling, the focus could not be focused on it, and the slender right hand unconsciously reached the strange ceiling, waiting to find that his hand only caught the air... It took a few more seconds.
"Uh……"
Consciousness quickly became clear, and Roland, who had returned to no sensation, fumbled around, and after a few seconds, he stood up and shrank.
The restored tactile sensation transfers the subtle touch of the cool chirp to the brain. It is by no means nude, the texture of the clothes does exist, but the light weight is hardly felt. Roland has little exposure to women's clothing, but he can guess the reason.
The clothes worn on the body are very, very thin, so thin that they can almost penetrate the air and light...
The spirit is obviously a man, but Roland is like a girl who is seen naked by the opposite sex, covering his body with his hands and feet.
As guessed, the fabric is as thin as cicada wings, the dim light in the confined space illuminates the looming carcass, the shameful red skin is wrapped with a layer of voluptuous and sensational fantasy, and the almost naked body curve for a while Shivering, people couldn't help but want to step forward and soothe.
For a time, the basement reverberated with breathless breathing and swallowing saliva.
Faithfulness, purity, and abstinence have always been one of the core values ​​of the church. As the most thorough and pure group of fanatics who specialize in secret work, the daily work and rest of the atonement and security personnel in the underground space are carried out in full accordance with the doctrine, and the beast and clergy who don’t even let the children go are basically heavenly. Underground, it can be regarded as an ascetic specimen. But when waking up like a doll and falling into chaos after waking up motionless. At that moment, the highly unified visual impact of sacred and seductive, or these physiologically normal men reacted.
In an awkward silence, untimely applause attracted all eyes.
"This is really a masterpiece. The holy girl, who didn't change her face in the face of chariots, was so cute that she had to panic and make people have to sigh and praise."
It was Louis who was yelling while applauding, and the unspoken speech did not conceal the dirty desires. The accompanying atonement couldn’t help but frown, while Louis was still immersed in the fantasies and made long speeches, without even realizing the girl’s body. The trembling was even worse, and the hand holding the gauze was squeezed hard.
"...I really look forward to your expression when the flowers are falling, yes, let's start by learning how to please men. Uh?"
The indecent speech came to an abrupt halt. When Louis noticed that the girl was approaching at an unusually high speed, pink fists filled Prince Wang's vision.
"Don't give up treatment if you are sick! The sperm on the brain's bastard, quickly correct me the second fantasy in the brain!!!"
Punching all the anger with a fist hit the chin firmly, and in the thunderous roar, Prince Charlemagne hit the ceiling like a rocket.
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Withdrawing the consciousness of extending the connection, the refocused red pupil printed the backs of the two subordinates who were waiting seriously, and Li Lin picked up the black tea to light up.
The temporal velocity of consciousness space depends to a great extent on the quality and subjective cognition of the object. For a well-minded and quick-thinking person, the speed of time in the consciousness space is faster than the outside world. On the contrary, it is replaced by a bad brain. One plus one equals to think about the object for a long time. The words in its consciousness space are already out of reach.
Roland belongs to the former category, and the communication between Li Lin and him took only 3 seconds in the real world. It's impossible for others to notice in such a short period of time. Now Roland, who shows her daughter as her own, can't take the risk of leaking conscious links and related conversations. For both parties, it is a third type of contact that will never be leaked.
Of course, during the entire contact process, Li Lin definitely got the most benefits. The information obtained alone is enough to get back the odds and ends of this action to stimulate the masses.
Regarding the abduction of Roland, Li Lin is most concerned about reproduction, reproduction, or reproduction.
This is no joke. Prince Louis is a well-known master of death. This kind of person is also the most unusual in terms of orientation. Originally this was nothing, anyway, Louis was not a pink triangle (Rosa.Winkel), Li Lin was not worried that Roland would be bent by him. But now Roland’s body is sister paper, sister paper, and the Kampf bracelet with the nymph effect he wears on his wrist only has an effect on the body of the virginity... in case the crown prince is nothing, then Roland will be a lifetime Good wife and mother.
From the perspective of genetic diversity and providing more references than samples, male Roland is obviously more valuable. After all, as long as men maintain well and pay attention to the combination of work and rest, they will not affect the man-made plan at all. Women's body is not so convenient, even if she wants to make her productive like that, there are other fakes or not...
Leaving aside the inconvenience in this regard, what is even more worrying is that if Prince Louis is a wonderful taste, what should I do if Roland is broken? For example, let Roland wear a collar to play naked walks or something... At that time, even if the surrogate adult personally went into battle to make a man-made project, Roland could only bite the pal and cry: "The concubine can't do it..."
The highest priority is to ensure Roland's physical and mental health. Fortunately, after careful inspection, Roland has no problems in this regard.
There is also an unexpected gain.
Roland's growth.
Although it remains to be confirmed, the pair of purple pupils who still frankly faced with confusion and coercion after experiencing setbacks have fully demonstrated this point.
In fact, this is a matter of course. After all, it was Li Lin who let him grow up to this point.
He let Roland witness the rise of the elf camp first-hand, and experienced the differences and confrontations between races. During the period, he did not hesitate to let Roland face some dark things. It was the situation created one after another that tempered Roland.
In the whole process, changing to ordinary people is very likely to fail and become a waste or obedient puppet. After so much darkness and betrayal, it is normal to become like this-but things have not developed to this point, but adversity and setbacks have trained him to be a fearless person.
There are two kinds of fearlessness: ignorance is fearless; knowing it is still fearless; Roland, who knows the sinister nature of humanity and the unpredictable future, is the latter. After being betrayed by the crown prince and the saint of the church, he still carried the banner of "changing the world" move on.
This is not a stubborn way to go to the black ~EbookFREE.me~ but abandon the previous hesitation, determined to use the crown prince force and the church as their own props, Roland's intention of this level, Li Lin sees I understand.
(This is fine.)
Roland was not cultivated to get heirs or puppets. From this perspective, Roland's growth is a testament to the smooth progress of the plan.
Of course, it is too early to be happy.
It's just that there are signs of growth, far from the smooth completion of the plan.
(The next is the real test, facing the multiple human beings-not only the nobles and clergy, but the maliciousness displayed by the crowd including the civilians who are recognized as "innocent", facing the hopeless situation When the subject can adhere to the concept, the test results will become an important basis for evaluating the results of the planning stage.)
In Li Lin's consciousness, a voice lacking pacification and frustration sounded, and many voices with no fluctuations also issued a "secondary" approval.
Those voices are not persistent, let alone temperature. (.)