Ember Gun

  Chapter 264 is meaningless

Old Dunling’s night is always like that. Countless factories stand on this land. Thick smoke rises from the chimneys and turns into gray-black silhouettes in the dim light. The steel whale is as usual. That way, wandering in this gray and black ocean, moving his eyes to the ground from time to time, and then there was light.

  Joy leaned against the window. It was late at night. The world outside the window was quiet. Only the faint noise of the machine came from a distance. The stove there never went out and the machine never stopped working.

  It seems that the day’s work is a bit too tiring. Joey looks very tired. There is a ticking sound in the room behind him. A large Geiger counter is standing in it. It is working day and night in this stronghold.

  The rest of the people were off work. The room was empty. Joey rubbed his eyes. Finally, he was not on duty tonight. He should have gone to bed earlier. Then someone opened the door and Kestrel walked in.

   "Are you on duty today?"

  Joy was a little surprised. Although he lives in the stronghold, he is just an ordinary person. He can't stay vigilant for twenty-four hours, so someone will come to watch the night for him, but he didn't expect it to be a Kestrel.

"if not?"

  Kestal said with an unhappy face.

   "I'm just a worker, and I don't want to, but the schedule is arranged like that, I can't use the knife to cut Arthur, right."

  Kestal leaned against the window as he spoke, seeming to want to see where Joey was looking, his eyes flicking back in the night view.

  Joy didn't speak, but just looked outside blankly. After a long time, he laughed inexplicably.

"what happened?"

  Kestrel asked curiously, Joey's behavior was weird.

  "Do you know? The doctors in the Black Mountain Hospital often tell me that people will become negative at night and become...sad, so he suggested that I sleep well at night and don't think about it."

   "So are you thinking about it now?"

"probably."

   "Then what are you thinking about?"

  It’s time to say that I am indeed an old colleague. You just talked about it inexplicably.

  The two stood in an empty room, and as the night breeze poured in, papers full of handwriting floated up. The Kestrel also forgot that he was on duty, and Joey also forgot that he wanted to go back to the house to sleep after the handover.

   "Lorenzo once said to me that he is a person who is prone to overthinking. Let his thoughts diverge and keep thinking. Maybe he was influenced by him. Sometimes I will do this too..."

"for example?"

  "For example, I saw those at the end of the horizon..."

  Joy stretched out his hand as he said, pointing at the factories that were densely planted like dense forests. They showed gray silhouettes, and the extended chimneys were like twisted branches and leaves, weird and weird.

"When I saw those factories, I would inexplicably think of the news about the Duke of Salicardo. You should remember that in the case of the'Study of Blood Letters', because of its oppression of the survivors, the targeting Attack by the Duke of Salicardo."

   Hearing Joey's words, the Kestrels also thought of those. That incident was the first time they had contact with Master Lawrence.

  "Is that incident over? Actually, no. The problems about the survivors have not been resolved. The status quo has not been changed. However, Salicardo started to develop civilian airships. In order to speed up the pace, the factory kept working day and night."

  Joy is babbling.

   "The result is that there were several riots in the industrial zone a few days ago. It was the survivors and the Inverwegians."

  "Are you starting to care about these?" Kestrel frowned slightly.

"No, it's just the association brought by overthinking. I know that thinking about these things is useless, but people have empathy. This is a flaw. It allows us to understand other people's grief, even if he is not from Inervigor, even if he It's not human... even those of us who fight against demons will have this kind of heart.

  When I see a poor puppy, I feel pity, and I feel that I am also suffering the same pain as it..."

  Joy paused, then said.

"Actually, I don’t know what I’m talking about. I just casually say what I’m thinking of. But Kestrel sometimes I think the world is a bit too desperate. I know we people should have been used to this a long time ago, but we are used to it. It does not mean that you are not afraid. Even soldiers who are familiar with war will feel fear when they clenched their weapons.

  There are many more factories like this. The whole world is a huge factory. We seem to be free, but we are only in a bigger prison.

Everyone is like this. It is stuffed into the machine forcibly and becomes a small gear. Perhaps this size is not appropriate, but I will be worn to a suitable look during long-term operation... In fact, sometimes I almost forget what I live for. I am not referring to the kind of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, but more advanced...things worth pursuing. "

  Kestrel looked at Joey sluggishly. He knew that Joey was a guy with a higher level of thinking than himself, but he never thought he could...associate so much.

   "I feel like you are a philosopher." Kestrel said.

In the eyes of the Kestrel, Joey does have the temperament of a philosopher and scholar. He was born in a famous family, and he is rigorous and well-mannered. It is different from the Kestrel who crawled out of the lower city, and Joey will always be So approachable, like strange obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness, he is always so neat.

  Sometimes Kestrel even sees him after a fight, the first thing is to change into clean clothes.

   "It's just a little sentimental." Joey replied.

   "Don't be humble, I'm not complimenting you."

  Kestrel continued, and he looked at Joey from top to bottom.

   "You feel like a philosopher who is depressed, and people like you usually can't help but jump from upstairs after falling into the horns of thinking."

  Kestrel spoke and made a gesture, his palm stood up, like a leaping bird, flying to a high place, and then fell to the ground to death, in order to be realistic, he made a ridiculous onomatopoeia.

   Joey was not amused, but instead he thought about it seriously.

   "Suicide? This is unlikely."

  Considering many factors, Joey pessimistically finds that he has a lot of constraints and concerns even if he is seeking death.

   "Why do you need a serious answer?"

  Kestrel felt that he couldn't keep up with this slightly sad guy.

   "Wait, Joey, you won't..."

  Kestrel asked something worried.

   "No, I haven't touched hallucinogens for a long time, and if I do, I won't talk to you so soberly."

  Joy replied decisively as if he knew what Kestrel was worried about.

   "Then...then have you used hallucinogens because of this kind of trouble?"

  Kestrel only knew that Joey had used hallucinogens and had been in the Black Mountain Hospital for a period of time. He didn’t know the more detailed information.

  But this is also normal. After all, the clients who work are monsters. The knights who clean the institutions will inevitably have some strange diseases. Sometimes you don't have any symptoms but a special kind of disease.

"Well...not really. At that time, I just joined the cleansing organization. I dealt with these evil things all day long. After every action, I needed a period of psychological counseling. Then... Then I encountered hallucinations. Ji, I want to escape those nightmares, but I don’t know that I am caught in a bigger nightmare."

  Joy conceived his own thoughts, and then said them little by little.

"People shouldn’t just live for food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. They should have something more noble. Of course, everyone has a different definition of noble. For Lorenzo, slashing demons is noble, and for you, food, shelter, and transportation should be noble. ."

  As he spoke, he looked at the Kestrel. Kestrel never seemed to be sad, at least not as sad as Joey. He seemed to be a very satisfied person.

   "Almost, in fact, this must be combined with personal experience. If our identities are exchanged, maybe I will be as sad as you, but unfortunately we are not."

  As if to enlighten this sad friend at night, Kestrel said.

"You should know that before I joined the cleaning agency, I was just a **** in Xiacheng District. I was fighting with a friend of mine, robbing and fighting. If I hadn't encountered a shrike, I might have died in a dark street corner. NS.

So I’ve always been fortunate and feel that every minute I spend now is a gift of life. Although this job is a bit strange and the risk is greater than in Xiacheng, it can at least guarantee food and clothing. It is perfect to make a trivial contribution to all mankind. "

  Kestal was inexplicably proud as he spoke.

   "The more you think, the more painful it will be. I really envy your single-celled organism." While Joey was envious, he did not forget to laugh at his colleague.

  "?"

  Kestrel looked puzzled. This guy who hadn't gone to school in the Xiacheng District had obviously suffered a loss of culture at this time.

  "I just feel a little confused, Kestrel, we keep fighting against demons, day after day, I know this is for more people, but sometimes I always think about what I want.

  People should have higher pursuits.

But then I thought of those survivors, those who worked day and night in the factory, they just for a meager income to maintain their shaky food, shelter, and transportation... In fact, they should be like me, with what they want, but But he was tightly trapped by the cage of reality. "

  Kestrel said, "Do you love the world?"

  Joy is like a sad statue of the Virgin in his eyes, maybe Joey will come over to forgive the Kestrel’s sin in the next second.

   "No, I just know the pain between everyone, but I am at a loss. Everyone has worked very hard to live, but the iron curtain still keeps falling down..."

  He shook his head and said his strange feelings.

   "I can't help anyone, I can't even help myself, I can only witness its fall until it crushes everyone to blood."

  Joy stopped, and then said again.

"Not to mention that there are those who jumped back, such as the former survivors who were expected to get a formal identity... at least a formal job position, but they were destroyed by those who are also the survivors, even our Inverwegians. It's the same, as long as you make sure you are doing well."

   "Of course this is just my cranky thinking. People are always emotionally low at night, right?"

  Kestrel nodded.

   "It's really what you can think of. If you change me, I might not think so much."

"what will you do?"

  Kestrel thought about it seriously and then drew out the weapon he was wearing.

   "Bout loudly, ‘Dog stuff! You betrayed the working class!’ Then let the air out of his head, like this."

   Joey was still expressionless. It seemed that Kestrel’s jokes were difficult to save this colleague’s sinking mood. He put down the weapon in his hand, and then said helplessly.

"Yes, in fact, I sometimes get down. For example, Arthur assigns me some terrible actions. Before each action, I have to write a will. When it is written, I find that I don’t have much property, nor How many relatives, wow, you made me feel depressed too!"

   "But what can I do, the most is that it's okay to get angry with Arthur."

  Kestal talked about what he had remembered, and continued to enlighten Joey.

  "Remember Nikolai? The pump of perpetual motion. Actually, I think his point of view is quite interesting."

"what?"

"Meaningless."

   Kestrel said.

   "Everything is meaningless, we still have them, Inervig and this world, all of this is meaningless.

  We will die, buildings will collapse, kingdoms will perish, even knowledge will pass away in the torrent of time, everything is meaningless.

  Our battles, our monuments, and those enemies, demons, shadows all over the world, monsters, and even the Duke of Salikado. What is the use of even more wealth? It cannot buy eternal life, it cannot buy eternity, it is meaningless, wealth is determined by people, and when we all die, it is just a golden metal.

  Everything we do is in vain, just like shooting stars in the night sky, glorious in a flash, nothing can even remember these forever.

  Our pain, sadness, anger, and guilt are meaningless. "

  Kestrel lowered his head as he spoke. He didn't know why there was so much **** today. It might be the reason for being infected by Lorenzo. That bad guy was like that, and he would always say something inexplicable. He pulled Rajoy to get him away from the window.

   "Yeah, it makes no sense."

  He shouted loudly.

   "Everyone will die, and the troubles we have will dissipate when we die."

  Everything that is confusing and greedy, no matter how much money and glory, will only become nothing after death. Even if someone remembers it, it will wear out in the long river of time.

  Kestrel stretched out his hand and put it on Joey's shoulder.

   "So don't think about it, Joey, I brought a supper, do you want to be together?"

  (End of this chapter)