Gene from the 13th Department of Bright City

There was a wicker chair and wooden table placed at the door of the two-story wooden house. Werther walked over and sat down.

"I think it's too difficult. It spans 100 years, so it's better not to worry about it Gene. Speaking of which, after the research was completed, a strange thing did happen."

Gene sat on the corridor beside the wooden house and stared at Werther.

"Do you believe in ghosts?"

"Hurry down and look for information. Don't you have to go to a meeting later?"

Werther shook his head, took out two bottles of wine from under the table, and threw one to Gene.

"It doesn't matter whether it is opened or not. Let me tell you this, Gene, don't continue to investigate. The closer you get to everything in the past, the more likely it is that the enemy will use it to publish some of the past. After all, that is not something worthy of praise. "

Gene snorted coldly.

"Why didn't you wait for me to come back?"

"Who knows if you died outside? After all, you came back more than a year late. Where did you go?"

Gene shook his head and pressed his head.

"I have already said that I had no memory for a period of time, which lasted for eight months. When I woke up, next to the Heavenly Punishment Pit, a small action had a profound impact. Now Aren’t the rioters the undead who have come back to take revenge for everything you have done in the past!”

Werther took a sip of wine and laughed.

"We didn't want to, but you also know the situation at that time. Everything was very tense, with low birth rates, spreading infectious diseases, and long-term food shortages. Although there are still a lot of resources, manpower is needed. Have you forgotten that the city was less than 2 years old? How many bloody conflicts have occurred in years? Conflicts for survival have begun in ancient times on this planet. Extending human life span can alleviate many problems. In fact, what we have done is right, and some People are born to be pioneers, and some people are paving stones. Although it is true that the population is exploding due to the extension of human lifespan, which has almost drained the existing resources, but today's prosperity is hard-won, and we as God, everything that should be borne is the future of mankind. Now we just need to take it step by step. By the way, the secretary of your department is in big trouble again today, so you still..."

"Witt, do you think I'm an idiot?"

Gene lit a cigarette and stared at Werther sideways, and Werther scratched his head.

"Now that you know it, there's nothing you can do about it. Was it that little fat brat who snitched on you?"

Gene bit his cigarette holder angrily, and when the ashes fell, it stopped in the air.

"I said don't treat me as an idiot. You think the situation is within your control, but in fact the situation is far beyond your control. Werther, you haven't changed from before to now. I really want to see What color is your heart?"

The wine bottle in Werther's hand cracked, everything around him shook, the gravel on the ground began to float, and dark blue particles floated in the air.

The ease and comfort on Werther's face disappeared. The moment he twisted his neck and stood up, Gene turned around, and hit Werther's cheek with an extremely angry cheek and a fist wrapped in blue light.

boom

With one foot facing backward, Werther sank into the soil. Everything around him instantly turned into black dust. There was a loud bang, the ground sank, and a large piece of the entire wooden house was missing.

Werther pinched Gene's wrist with one hand, his cheeks were completely sunken, and orange particles were flying around his feint.

"Are you satisfied, Gene? I said it a long time ago. What people need is a bright future, not a dark past, because as long as people see the light, they can move forward without hesitation. Those flames ignited in the darkness only need to be stamped out, it's no big deal. Indeed, the technology to transform people was deliberately released by us."

Werther stared at Jean with cold eyes. The land around the two of them was being flattened little by little, and the scope of the depression gradually expanded.

"This approach is very correct, because the technology of biochemical modification of humans was still in the research stage, and accidents occurred. Continuing to promote the mechanization process under the sun will put today's stable cities in an embarrassing dilemma, so those who call themselves fighters The guys are the best choice. No matter what they are doing in secret, it is illegal and wrong. We just need to wait until the time is right and crush them. Then we can naturally obtain everything they have painstakingly researched and perfected. Noah, the kid, still doesn't seem to have explained in depth to you. We have practiced this method many times, and you have crushed everything of the rioters with your own hands time and time again, maintaining order. Only in desperate situations can we burst out with great strength. No matter whether the method is despicable or contrary to human ethics, we are gods, and what we want to protect is this city as our people. Jean, tell me, what are you doing? Over the years, our hands have been stained with the blood of countless people, and we have stepped on countless corpses. How is it different from what we do? There is no right or wrong approach. If you want to see the future, you can only look up and look forward."

Gene lowered his head, the cigarette in his mouth had been extinguished, his fists were crunching, and orange and blue particles were still colliding.

"Even so, everything you have done is putting the cart before the horse!"

Gene's eyes widened, his body suddenly swayed, and he kicked one foot towards Werther. There was a hint of panic in Werther's eyes, and he raised his left hand to block it.

With a loud bang, Werther grabbed Gene's fist and flew backwards with him.

Werther's hand was lifted up in the air little by little and was pressed down by Gene's feet. With a loud bang, Werther let go of his hand and smashed his whole body towards the ground. In an instant, everything around him was crushed. His clothes had been torn to pieces with only strips of cloth remaining. He lay quietly on the ground and watched Jean, who after flipping around in the air, suddenly hit him downwards, like a blue comet, instantly disappeared. Came to Werther.

Witte stood up, half-crouched on the ground, and twisted Gene's fist with both hands. For a moment, bursts of green smoke appeared around the two of them, and the air continued to make violent friction sounds.

"Answer me, Gene, no matter what you do, the city is still alive today. What is it that was born under the sun? You are no longer a child. What was it that we saw when we survived? Did you Have you forgotten it?"