All Worlds Madhouse

"I'm not a sinner?" Old Joey looked around blankly.

"You're not, of course you're not."

"But... I cut off this world's only path to the outside world, and this world is ruined!"

"The world is already ruined. You can't be blamed for not being able to get water in the desert, and you can't be blamed for not being able to save a dead person. It doesn't make sense."

"But Hongqiao is the hope of this world. At least with it, this world still has an exit. And I destroyed this after I came out, and I destroyed the hope of the whole world."

"No, hope is the most terrifying thing." The craftsman said: "If you have never tasted sweetness, then in fact, there is nothing to be afraid of in a lifetime of bitterness. If you have never seen the light, then what can a lifetime of darkness do? In this way, all things are greedy, and they will continue to long for better things. When eating rice, they will think about eating meat. When giving them meat, they will think about more delicious things. This is the case in Hongqiao , it is inserted there just to make people suffer. This pain, like hope, will never have an end. The only way to calm people down is to cut it directly."

Old Joey's whole body calmed down, or to be more precise, he became stupid. He tried to understand what the other party said. These words were a bit strange, but they seemed to make sense.

"But."

"There is no but." The craftsman interrupted Old Joey and continued: "The world is like this. Natural selection has already explained everything. In the dark and lightless deep sea, there is a kind of fish that can emit a faint Any fish that are close to the light will be swallowed up. In the jungle, the almost fainting green, if a bit of bright red suddenly appears, it must be the most deadly poisonous insect. Light and color are never beautiful. On behalf of the word "hope", the word "hope" is simply a way for people who will never reach the end to give themselves psychological comfort. People who are truly worthy of the word "hope" will never care about hope, they will only work hard silently , either succeed or fail, that’s enough.”

Old Joey opened his mouth slightly, and he couldn't help but follow the other person's thoughts. As a result, the moment the other person stopped speaking, he discovered that the 'hope' of this world had become the most terrifying thing in heaven. s things.

Old Joey shook his head: "What's going on? That's not the case. Shouldn't I be a sinner?"

"you are not"

"But, people all over the world hate me. It's because of this that I was brought into this world. This is my salvation!"

"fart!"

The craftsman shouted angrily, and Old Joey's body trembled violently, as if this sound shocked him more than the most terrifying attack on his body.

"A group of people who only know how to worship, actually know how to hate? They don't even dare to hide from the knife at their throats. How can such people be qualified to talk about others? It is impossible for the worms on the ground to go back and accuse the apes. Why? Being able to eat the freshest fruits on the treetops, those monkeys cannot blame why the birds can fly, because they themselves do not have that ability, and a group of people who have not even climbed to the sacrifice hall of the Forgotten, instead come It is simply a joke to accuse a hero who walked across the Hongqiao. What they are accusing is not your sin, but accusing you of doing something they cannot do."

Old Joey's mind was buzzing. He felt that what the other party said made sense. What he did was like a bird flying. That was because he had the ability to do so. If this was the case, why would he do it? guilty?

This thought suddenly rushed into the depths of his mind, freezing him in place. He didn't even have the heart to wonder why the person in front of him knew about heaven, and why he He would know that the people of heaven must be included in the offerings, and how would he know that this place is called the Sacrifice Hall of the Forgotten.

Of course, the craftsman didn't know it at first, but Ziliang knew that was enough.

The reason, you may feel it is very inconsistent when you mention it.

Because the phone in the pocket of the craftsman's military coat was turned off and Bluetooth was turned on. There was also a Bluetooth receiver plugged into the data interface behind the craftsman's head. Therefore, Ziliang could hear all the sounds present. And what Ziliang said reached the craftsman's head very clearly.

While Old Joey was still dazed in front of him, Ziliang shouted at the top of his lungs from another dimension: "Hurry up, this guy's brain is not working well, take advantage of the heat and try harder!"

Craftsman Wenyan did not dare to neglect him. Although his words were somewhat unreasonable, Old Joey was his friend after all, and helping his friends was the most reasonable thing to do. This was one of them.

And if Old Joey really can never get out of his own knot, then he will surely sink into eternal pain, and rescuing such a person is the most reasonable thing to do. This is the second one.

Finally, due to emotion and reason, as I said before, the angry old Joey is a butcher. He will kill everyone he sees. So saving old Joey is equivalent to saving thousands of lives. , save lives, this is the biggest truth.

This is the third one.

And three is definitely better than one.

In this way, even if I add a little polish to what I say and add a little bit of deception, it still makes sense!

Yes, the craftsman is like this, the most reasonable person in the world.

Finally, just like Ziliang said, he worked harder.

"Do you want to leave here?"

he said.

Old Joey's body trembled, and the most anticipated point in his heart was touched. In these long years, he even forgot why he left here. He just vaguely remembered that he had some friends who needed him. , so I have to go back.

But Old Joey shook his head subconsciously.

"I can't leave. I've tried countless times, but the world is sealed and no one can get out."

"Because of the Rainbow Bridge?"

Old Joey nodded: "Yes, it was broken. I told you that I cut it off."

The young man in the coat looked at old Joey.

"Maybe you have forgotten me, so you can try to remember, I am a craftsman"

Old Joey looked at each other blankly and murmured: "Artisan?"

"Yes, craftsman, so... I can repair it."