Out of the cage

Anglo at the end of 3253 has stopped the large spread of demons under military suppression, but small spreads are still breaking out. There are no violent crowds reveling on the streets in various cities, but various homicides among the people and dismemberment incidents in the alleys emerge in endlessly.

Because Anglo, a millennium-old global colonial empire, has accumulated too many unspeakable secrets during its rise, almost every generation of Anglo has developed the experience of "processing" discarded materials during overseas colonization.

As a result, the rate of "mental illness" in Anglo is very high. Those who did not restrain their desire to kill when they were young and middle-aged will do all kinds of abnormal things when they return to normal life.

For example: I was saved by a seal, and in order to be grateful, I cut a person into a seal to feed. Its logic is very confusing.

The information layer of almost every city is bulging, waiting to be pierced by demons and take revenge on the "innocent" people in the world.

Oh, maybe you will say how innocent people are in this world? Strictly speaking, this is not necessarily the case.

Living in the world, there is no concept of right or wrong, and he does not care about the past and the guilt of the past, and steps on the buried land full of bones with peace of mind. Then, as if it just started today, praise the happy life, praise that this beauty comes from my honesty and struggle, and downplay my "bloody primitive accumulation". Then the innocent are not innocent, but "naive and odious".

One of countless ugly examples: how much evil is hidden in every so-called good charity of Anglo? The Anglos can only minstrel and sing about them. Among them are nuns who are passionate about keeping poor children from starvation.

And ignore the fact that none of the children raised in Jishantang can enter the "management class of modern industrial society" after they grow up.

If we investigate carefully, it would be the best ending for the teenagers in Jishantang to become workers.

In most follow-up surveys, even when the economy was good, 20 to 30 percent of the children born at Chi Shan Tang were still thieves, jobless gangsters, and red-light district loafers.

It can be said that Jishantang is nothing more than a spiritual placebo for the wealthy group to "have merit and demerit" for their own peace of mind. At the same time, how many nuns are friendly to the rich and gloomy to the poor and orphans.

And ordinary people in Anglo also send "abandoned children" to the charity hall, which is also a spiritual hypnosis of "I am not sorry for the abandoned children".

Brutal reality: Except for a few well-behaved orphans who are selected by the rich, most of the children are destined to become "untouchable" the moment they enter the charity hall.

The Anglo nobles, headed by the royal family, have perennial "public relations"-style humanistic governance: it is only the "calorific value" that allows young pariahs to burn a little more, creating stories one after another.

After Liu Si’s investigation in Anglo: All the tutors of Jishantang are always kind priests when they face the society, but when the social visitors leave, they immediately change back to the appearance of a tyrant, holding the name of the gods and letting the children be free. Obedience is required from an early age.

If the child violates it a little bit, it is a crime to be "noisy" if it doesn't meet their requirements.

There is even no shortage of "punishment to death" things because "no one cares anyway".

In short, the children's "liveness" must be reflected in the enthusiastic performances when outside philanthropists come to visit. Just like a circus show.

It is very ironic that the excess of kindness in the industrial age has become enthusiastic about animal protection and put an end to "circus performances". However, he is still enthusiastic about the evaluation of children's festival performances, euphemistically called "this is to let children express lively".

However, how bright it is packaged in this way, sometimes the cruel reality that is accidentally exposed, is covered up heavily, and the evidence is destroyed, how mysterious it is.

On the streets of Anglo, Liu Si, who sells lunch boxes, looks at the orphans who show sympathy towards him.

Liusi prepared a pot of rotten meat and cold skin jelly, and after distributing them, he looked at the dim Anglo sky and whispered, "Fuck your fate."