Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

"Haha! Please take this letter to my mother and tell her that I'm not a coward!"

"Little brother, remember my name, my name is Wang Erhu, I killed dozens of enemies, you must remember it!"

"Little brother, please take this letter to my fiancée and tell her to find a good family to marry and let her forget me!"

"........."

The shield outside the giant ship could not hold on for much longer, and death was about to come, but there was no fear on the faces of all the people here. Instead, they gathered together beside Fan Mu and chattered their last words.

They expressed their entrustment and thoughts in a light-hearted voice, laughing and joking, but in this cheerful atmosphere there was also an air of determination!

Fan Mu stared at them blankly, and at the letter in his hand, which had just been rewritten.

They all wrote a letter when they came, wrote one when they fled, and wrote another one now. Each letter is different. At the moment of death, thousands of words are intertwined in this letter.

At this moment, Fan Mu felt that the envelope in his hand was so hot, as if he was holding a ball of fire.

The crooked handwriting on the letter was like a thousand-pound piece of metal, pressing heavily on the palm of his hand, making him unable to move at all.

He opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse, his heart was trembling, he couldn't utter the words of refusal, he didn't dare to look them in the eyes, he didn't dare to look them in the eyes that expected him.

At this point, he simply couldn't say no and didn't dare face their disappointed eyes.

Want to run?

He was afraid of death, but compared to handing over his body to it and watching it control his body to stay with Fu Xuan, he would rather die here.

But...he looked at the letter in his hand and wondered if he was really going to die here?

Fan Mu swallowed his saliva, forced himself to raise his head, and scanned their faces one by one. Looking at their honest and happy smiles, he felt puzzled and confused.

why?

Aren’t they afraid?

Everyone has their own family, friends, and lovers. Why don’t they ask themselves what their back-up plan is?

Why were they willing to sacrifice their lives?

Is it just for those illusory promises, illusory team and racial spirit?

This is not normal at all!

Why can they remain so rational in the face of death! Why can they still stick to their beliefs?

Don’t they really care about their families?

The hungry children, the aging parents, the wife who was looking forward to her husband's return home with joy...

At this moment, he would rather someone strangled him, questioned him, and robbed him of his things, so that... he could feel a little at ease.

"why?"

He swallowed, lowered his eyes, clenched his hand holding the envelope, and asked in a deep voice.

"Why are you so cheerful? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Knowing that your family, friends, and loved ones are waiting for you at home, are you willing to die here?"

"Why don't you grab my neck and ask me what my back-up plan is! That way you still have a chance to survive!"

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and he became a little crazy.

Being willing to sacrifice one's life to support a complete stranger in a life-or-death situation is not normal at all!

"It doesn't matter even if you run away. General Jing Yuan is here to help you. He will solve all the problems. You don't have to worry too much about your family, friends, and loved ones getting hurt!"

He questioned everyone loudly, staring into their eyes, trying to see a little greed and regret in their eyes, but he was disappointed.

Facing his questioning, everyone around him looked at each other in bewilderment. Some were disappointed, some were relieved, and some were sad, but none of them had the emotion he wanted to see!

"Haha, little ghost, I remember you. Are you afraid of death?" A teasing voice came from the crowd. The voice no longer called him brother, but called him little ghost instead.

"Yes, I'm afraid of death!" Fan Mu admitted it without hesitation, not afraid of being laughed at by others.

"Ha, you are not afraid of death!" A middle-aged man with a scar walked out of the crowd. His face was full of scars that had not yet healed. He had a smile that was different from his macho temperament. The unhealed scars on his face were wriggling like a python.

He was wearing armor with blood stains on it, and the most striking thing was that he was missing an arm.

"Don't I know that I'm afraid of death?" Fan Mu loudly refuted his words, even though it was not a glorious thing.

"If you were really afraid of death, you wouldn't have fought so hard." The scarred man shook his broken arm, "Do you remember this arm of mine?"

"You may not remember, but I remember it clearly. I should have died from the knife, but you suddenly appeared and saved me."

"How can you be sure it's me?" Fan Mu retorted.

"Oh, I don't think there is another young face like you on the whole ship."

Fan Mu was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.

"So what? I am absolutely sure that I can save you. What does this have to do with my fearlessness of death?"

"It's okay, maybe. It's just that little brat, you should have someone very important to you, right? Is it Master Fu Xuan?"

The scarred man suddenly changed the subject and asked him a question.

"Yes, I do!" The small, pink figure of Fu Xuan appeared in Fan Mu's mind, "Then you don't have it?"

"Of course...I do." There was a moment of trance in the scarred man's eyes, and the loud cry of the baby accompanied by the sound of artillery fire seemed to ring in his ears again.

"You know what? I was the same age as you when I first participated in the war. That's when I got the scar on my face."

"That's why I can understand what you're feeling now, because I was just like you back then, my heart was filled with confusion and fear."

"Countless artillery fire passed by my eyes. At that time, I had only one thought in mind, which was to survive and return to my home."

"Until... I returned home, and was greeted not with a welcome but with..."

"..."

"Okay... I won't say more. It's probably too late. I just have one question!"

The scarred man's expression became extremely serious at this moment.

"Little ghost, if the person closest to you is about to die in front of you, if you go to save him you will die, and he may not be able to save him. But if you don't go, he will definitely die, but you will definitely survive."

"Will you save him or not?"