Ember Gun

  Chapter 637 Life

  What is the so-called life?

  Zuo Zhen asked Lorenzo about his words. The cunning Lorenzo had already thought out a lot of countermeasures, but in any case, he did not expect Zuo Zhen to ask himself such a question.

  One sounds very ridiculous, very naive, and most unsuitable for the problems of people like them.

"are you joking?"

  Lorenzo didn't understand. He looked at Zuo Zhen and felt that the weird feelings this old man gave him might be just an illusion. In fact, he was just a dull guy, and all those might be his own delusions.

   "No, I'm not joking," Zuo Zhen replied solemnly, "Do you think this kind of question shouldn't be left to me?"

   "Yes, look at you, then look at me. We have countless lives in our hands. Life is a thing for us... it's like work."

  Lorenzo couldn't help talking bad words.

  "We are like loggers. Will there be loggers who care about the big tree?"

  Zuo Zhen listened carefully to Lorenzo's bad words, a sudden realization appeared on his face, as if he was saying "So you are this kind of person".

  "Perhaps this is the difference brought by culture."

   This time Zuo Zhen didn't have an aggressive attitude, but slowed down his speech and spoke smoothly.

   "In our nine summers, lumberjacks must pay more attention to the relationship between people and trees."

The expression on Lorenzo's face became more and more weird. The suppressed killing just disappeared completely. Maybe the so-called cultural differences really exist. This old guy didn't hear the "bad words" in his words at all, but seriously explained it to himself. stand up.

In this way, the difference in his attitude can also be understood. He was prepared to shoot himself before, but now he is answering questions and solving puzzles. In total, in Zuozhen’s cognition, he is completely ignorant. Guys.

  For ignorant guys, Zuo Zhen has the tolerance he deserves.

  Lorenzo's expression became more complicated.

"Excessive lack of trees by loggers will destroy forests and make the lush fertile soil desolate, so it needs to be controlled so that this can continue for a long time," Zuo Zhen explained seriously, "This is just like us, we use Atrocities, but this is to protect more people."

   "Are you listening? Holmes."

  Zuozhen said halfway, and found that Lorenzo was already out of the sky.

   "So what?" Lorenzo asked rhetorically.

   "So?" Zuo Zhen seemed to laugh at Lorenzo, he asked again.

   "They say you are an expert."

  Lorenzo was silent and did not deny.

   "As an expert, you don't even know what you have been taking away, do you not know?" Zuo Zhen said, "This is not like an expert should do."

  Zuo Zhen took a deep breath, his eyes blurred and plunged into deep darkness.

"We are executioners, killing a lot of lives, some are humans, some are not even humans, and some we don’t know what they are... So I always think that the person who understands the essence of life best is the **** of death. Like the woodcutter who knows trees best, those of us who are closest to the **** of death should be the ones who understand life better.

  That’s why we should be in awe. "

  Zuozhen paused, Lorenzo did not look at him, as if avoiding his gaze, looking forward blankly.

   "You should understand this kind of thing, then go back to the first question.

  For you, Lorenzo Holmes, what is life? "

  Looking at Lorenzo who remained silent, Zuo Zhen recalled, and then continued.

  "I have asked this question to everyone without a name. I can tell from their answers to this question whether he is a qualified woodcutter, executioner, or death."

   Slowly raised his hand, Zuo Zhen looked at his old and rotten palm, which was covered with dry folds like bark.

"I still remember the first time I murdered, Holmes. At that time, I was a recruit and fought with demons in remote villages. Before I could open fire, I was attacked by demons and fell into a faint due to erosion. When I woke up, the battle had been over for a long time. It seemed that I was the only lucky person who avoided the deadly battle due to fainting and survived. I searched for a long time, and then found another survivor in another pile of corpses.

Then……"

  Zuozhen’s words paused, his face was confused, and after a while, he continued.

"I took care of him for many days. I tried my best, but I still couldn't make him alive. He couldn't say anything in the end, and the wound was also festering. It seemed that there were bugs burrowing in, white, mixed with flesh and blood. Together.

  He grabbed my hand, and this was his last strength. He couldn't say anything. He just looked at me tightly, and I looked at him. I seemed to understand his meaning for a moment. "

  Zuo Zhen raised his hand and dropped again.

   "I brought a big rock and smashed it down, there was no sound."

  The story is over, and Zuo Zhen's gaze is closed. Only then did he notice that Lorenzo had already looked at him at some point, and there was a dim dim light in the darkness, allowing Zuo Zhen to see where his gaze was.

   "So what is life for you? Zuozhen."

  Faced with Lorenzo's question, Zuo Zhen smiled and said calmly.

   "Nothing, life is meaningless."

  This answer surprised Lorenzo, and then Zuo Zhen continued.

"The moment I smashed him to death, I was suddenly lost. In order to prevent him from dying, I endured grief and fear and did everything I could, but in the end I still failed to save him... But think about it, everyone will die in the end, but sooner or later, he will die, but the death date is much earlier.

  The same is true for all human beings. Even if there are no demons, there will be war, disease, hunger and other factors that will make us go to ruin. Therefore, it is meaningless to say that we and the demons have no meaning in fighting. Anyway, the final outcome is the same. "

   Zuozhen whispered.

   "When I knew the Unspeakable, I felt that it seemed good to end with the sublimation of all mankind."

   "Everyone will die. In the long history, everyone is meaningless. Like a dust, it will fall into the shadow, no one knows."

Zuo Zhen’s words made Lorenzo feel a little hairy in his heart. Looking at this thought-provoking anonymous name, Lorenzo realized that Zuo Zhen’s thoughts were dark. It can be said that Zuo Zhen is the closest to him from a ideological point of view. Of the unspeakable.

   "In your terms, am I nihilism?"

  Zuozhen smiled again, but Lorenzo knew that to him, the smile was meaningless.

   "Then why don't you commit suicide? With your gun, you will die very happy."

  Lorenzo said, the muscles of his body were slightly tightened, and his mind became fully vigilant. No one would have thought that Zuo Zhen's thoughts were like this. It can be said that he is simply the biggest ghost in the anonymity.

  Zuo Zhen did not answer this question, but talked about other people. He didn't care about Lorenzo's thoughts at all. Maybe Lorenzo had violently killed him now, and he wouldn't say much.

  "Zuo Tang, this child is a bit stubborn. He probably admires me very much and always wants to follow my path. When I asked him this question, his answer was quite boring, but Shao Liangye's was a bit interesting.

  Shao Liangye was often taken out hunting when he was young. After he shot a deer, his father asked him to take a short knife and give the deer the final blow. "

  Zuo Zhen became more and more fascinated by speaking. For an old man like him, in addition to memories, it seems that for the rest of his life, there is only running towards death.

"His hand is very stupid. He didn't stabbed him to death with a few stabs. The deer struggled even harder. Shao Liangye cried and stabbed, embarrassed, and then sat stupidly on the spot holding the stabbed corpse. His father said that it was because Shao Liangye was stupid that Lu suffered such pain before his death.

  Shao Liangye told me about these things without any embarrassment or shame. He was very calm and just told them like this.

He said that he took the deer back, and then his father cooked the venison and let Shao Liangye eat it. He was very resistant, but his father said that they survived like this. They eat other lives and extend their lives. To mourn the tragic death, it is better to lift up strength and enjoy the remains of life in awe.

  Shao Liangye seemed to understand something, as if there was nothing. He said that it was the fullest meal he had ever eaten. He ate the meat clean and almost broke his belly. "

Zuo Zhen's expression is calm. Right now it's like telling a bedtime story, but unfortunately, the storyteller and the person listening to the story are not good things. There is no warmth, only those who are hiding in peace. Icy.

   "Shao Liangye feels that life is like this. The newcomers march on the corpses of the old deceased, cycle, inherit, and never stop, like an ever-extending line, exhausting all they can to reach the unknown future..."

   "Then there is Yan Liangxi."

   Speaking of this girl, Zuo Zhen's words paused, and a smile appeared on his face, he rubbed his eyes and said.

"Sao Liangxi's answer is also very interesting. She said that life is about eating and drinking, and it is best to sleep comfortably. Life is to sit on the training ground next to home and watch among the red leaves. On the shimmering golden lake..."

   "Sounds quite naive," Lorenzo said.

   "Yes, but I like this kind of naivety. There is no reason, just a simple feeling."

   Mayor Zuo exhaled, and he turned to say.

   "Then back to the question you mentioned, why didn't I commit suicide? This is a somewhat complicated question..."

  Lorenzo waited for Zuozhen’s thoughts. The two were quietly in the dark. This was a very interesting conversation. The ending of the conversation will determine the relationship between the two, whether they are comprehensive trust or continue to intrigue.

He couldn't understand, and he couldn't understand Zuozhen's thinking, what nihility, what life, Lorenzo couldn't understand these, many times he tried his best not to let himself think about those complicated things, only let his mind change. Got slow.

  Lorenzo Holmos is a sharp sword. He only needs to kill the enemy's target. With this idea, Lorenzo can avoid a lot of meaningless troubles.

"After asking these anonymous questions, I realized that it’s just that I feel that all of this is nothing. They are still full of hope in the world. I can’t be so selfish to impose my thoughts on them and tell them the world. It's bad, it's better to die early and overtake birth early.

  They still look forward to the good, but the road to the good is full of thorns, and someone needs to make a way for them. "

  Zuo Zhen raised his hands and showed himself.

   "I am a very suitable leader. I am not afraid of death, I am not afraid of death.

  There is nothing in my heart, but I am carrying their expectations, so I am driven by it. My world is already gray, but I am willing to move on for their ideal world. Is this reason okay? "

   "So the real Zuozhen is dead?" Lorenzo asked after listening to his answer.

  Zuo Zhen nodded, he affirmed.

"Many years ago, when he smashed the boulder, he died with him. The'Zuozhen' you see now is just a skin. What's interesting is that the body of nothingness is filled. With different expectations, so you can still see him act instead of waiting to die."

  Lorenzo looked at Zuo Zhen deeply, trying to find some answer from his eyes, but there was only a void, a void of nothingness to greet him.

  "You are not for yourself, you are for others."

"Yes, just like antimeme and carrier, Zuo Zhen is also a carrier, carrying their expectations," Zuo Zhen sighed, "You know, being completely trusted by others is a great honor. So even if it’s for them, I’m willing to work a little longer. Anyway, the ending will be death, right?”

   "Then it's up to you, Holmes, are you still interested in talking now?"

  Zuo Zhen leaned down slightly, keeping his sight at the same level as Lorenzo’s pupils.

   "I'm really curious."

   "What are you curious about?"

  "You are a rare demon. In this world, you are like a rare animal. I think anyone will be curious about your inner world."

  Lorenzo did not respond. He felt that compared to Zuo Zhen’s “complete trust”, the situation at the moment was more like a deal.

  Zuo Zhen used his story and tried to trade Lorenzo's story.

"I……"

  Lorenzo seemed to be moved by him. He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know where to start, so he could only say dryly.

  "I don’t know, I don’t know what life is? This thing is too philosophical. Do you think I am someone who understands this?"

Lorenzo began to have endless bad words again. He was suddenly afraid of the **** atmosphere right now, and just wanted to quickly break this bad atmosphere, but his free eyes met Zuozhen's eyes, and he kept looking at himself. , There is nowhere to escape.

   "It's okay, just say what you think of, and continue."

  Zuozhen showed a shuddering smile... Lorenzo thought that this should be his showing good intentions, but after listening to his story, Lorenzo could no longer look directly at Zuozhen’s smile.

   "So... where do I start?"

  Lorenzo thought and looked at the dim ceiling. Gradually, a golden light shone down and plunged into a beautiful afternoon.

  (End of this chapter)