dramatic death

"Sorry, I reminded you of something bad. Those people pay too much attention to you, and they always feel that you are hiding something, so a proper disclosure can better help us get away with it."

"But there's not much to talk about. Tan Xiao has caused so many troubles. He should help us share a little bit of trouble."

This passage contains so much information that I thought about it for a while, and only asked in a daze: "Do you know that Tan Xiao will commit suicide?"

The instructor was stunned for a moment, then realized something, and shook his head helplessly: "I don't know. But I know what Tan Xiao might do. She said that she didn't have much time left, so at least she wanted to cause some trouble for those people. "

"But I didn't expect that she would cause you some trouble before she left."

"We discussed how to divert the attention from you a long time ago. Tan Xiao rejected my idea. She thought you were too dangerous to cooperate with us. Now it seems that she might have cheated on you in the first place. Thoughts, she is from the school, after all, she has been supported by a subsidy of 5 yuan per year for more than ten years."

The instructor frowned and explained.

He speaks very quickly, and I can tell he's trying to make me understand some unspoken rules lurking beneath the surface.However, I don't know anything about the status quo. Those redundant attributives are like distorted foreign characters. Even if I can understand the pronunciation of the characters, I can't understand the meaning at all.

So I shook my head and tried to tell him, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

The instructor stopped talking, and he looked down at the ground, drooping his head as if organizing his words.His hand was still holding my fingers, and it was a little chilly in the cold wind of late autumn, so I used the other hand to stick it from the back, wrapping his hand between mine.

"Sorry." He apologized again.

I shook my head and pulled him forward.The withered and yellow fallen leaves cracked crisply in the brutality of the soles, and I seemed to feel better. Although the problem still existed and the status quo was still unclear, my instinct told me that the instructor was on my side.

This idea is ridiculously simple, but I can't help but believe it.

I have to admit that he can always affect my mood with a few words.

I squeezed the slightly cold fingertips in my hand, and asked the instructor to look up at me. I could see his bewilderment from those dark eyes, which made me feel real and at ease.

I like how he looks at me, it's so much cuter than that gentle and kind pretense.So I imitated his previous movements and squeezed his palm, looked into his eyes and lowered my voice: "Can we sort out this matter from the beginning?"

"From the beginning?" the instructor asked.

"Yes, since I transferred from another school."

……

Yin Tong put down the letter in his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

The quartz clock on the wall has reached 21:40, it is obvious that he has missed a day of work, maybe Christie will make an irritable questioning call tomorrow morning, but at least he can still have a few hours of peace for now.

The night outside the window was so dark that not even the slightest chirping of insects could be heard.He stood up and walked to the window, leaning against the thin curtains and looking out, the Central City sleeping in the night was only left with sporadic lights, dotted with cold frames of high-rise buildings, just like the bright lights on a gift box. ribbon.

This ribbon crosses the Central Avenue, passes through the commercial street and reaches the depths of the city, where there is a vermilion hexagonal attic, in which the "heart" of the entire Central City is buried.That "heart" controls the network system of Central City, supports the terminal and maintains human life. It has been working for decades since the New Era, so that there are always speculations that it may soon be unable to support it.

Yin Tong saw that the lights in the distance suddenly went out, and the whole city was plunged into darkness. The air conditioner in the room without terminal control was automatically turned off, and the cold air penetrated into the room through the window crack, biting the remaining warmth.

power cut.

The gray moon in the sky covered by heavy clouds cannot illuminate the ground, the huge city seems to have fallen into death in a deep sleep, the mobile terminals that have lost their information supply cannot be turned on, people's panic seems to be trapped in a metal box, crowded Crashing and clanging.

Yintong stood by the window, counting the steps of the second hand in the quartz clock.

Eleven, twelve, thirteen... 21,... 31, 32

As soon as "33" came to mind, the sleeping city suddenly lit up, and the dazzling lights spread outward from the "heart", like a spring full of vitality, silently soaking the whole city with the bright Milky Way .

The mobile terminal issued a series of notification sounds, and the social network exploded instantly. Yin Tong turned off the terminal's voice prompting to sit back on the bed, he yawned, picked up the letter and continued to read.

……

It is not difficult to sort out from the beginning, at least in the eyes of the instructor, it is easier than explaining the status quo.

His perspective is completely different from mine, and his way of thinking is naturally very different. However, I still feel deeply frustrated when I hear that the isolated torture that I used to worry about is just "an experiment" in his eyes.

"What's the point of this kind of experiment?" I sighed, and squeezed his palm like punishment, "I know it's to make me trust you, what else?"

"Do you know where this school is?" asked the instructor.

"Experimental base," I replied casually. I didn't get any objection from him, but I was a little surprised in my heart. "The little girl at the front table, cough, Dong Tiantian said that most of the students in this school are [-] a year. Bought to supply some 'seed program'."

Instructor: "It's the 'Seed Cultivation Project'. I, Dong Tiantian, and nine other people are the family members of the researchers of this experimental project. Those people sent me to this school in order to control my father."

"Very corny first paragraph." I said.

The instructor smiled: "It is indeed a very old-fashioned plot, but it can't stand it to save time and efficiency. Those people forbid us to contact each other, so they came up with the profession of 'instructor', which was used to imprison us at first, and then you came , and put it on you exactly as it is."

"My previous instructor was Tan Xiao."

I couldn't help interrupting him: "Until last night?"

The instructor nodded and said: "Until last night, Tan Xiao watched me, and I watched you."

"What are you spying on me for?" I asked. "Did I steal something from them?"

The instructor smiled, and he took out a neatly stacked piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it and handed it to me.

It was a form. The left column contained the names of all the people in the class, and the height, weight, and other data were distributed directly above, and the last column was stamped with the date.

The instructor said: "Why does the school monitor you? It has nothing to do with what you have done. Do you consider the mood of the mice when doing experiments? No, all you care about is the experimental data. So I can't explain why they are isolated. You, you can only work backwards to what might have happened if they didn't."

"You came here from Central City, entered a strange school, and there were a lot of friendly classmates and friends. They advised you to survive the past two years, and advised you to obey the school's rules and regulations, including going to the school hospital to get a reagent once a week. "

"This sounds common, right? It's much gentler than deliberately putting your mental pressure on you to force you to resist. Why doesn't the school do this?"

"Because what they want is not obedience," I replied after taking the instructor's words, "what they want is obedience."

"If I had received a general education from the beginning, then once I had a rebellious mentality, sporadic dissatisfaction would make me angry, and even encourage the surrounding students to collectively protest. But if I accept it from the beginning is unfair treatment, I will continue to explode, be suppressed, explode again, be suppressed again, and finally both me and my classmates will realize that 'resistance is useless'."

The instructor nodded: "You will still be punished." He pointed to me the name at the end of the form, which had my name written on it, and the data next to it was still blank. "We originally planned to make you look 'no Too obedient', because the number of people in each class is still saturated, as long as you don't meet the regulations, you don't have to inject reagents."

"But Tan died laughing."

I said, "She vacated an injection station for me."

"Sorry," the instructor sighed, "When I realized that she was in a bad mood, I should have handled our relationship more carefully. I didn't expect her to commit suicide."

"Why did she commit suicide?" The question went back to the beginning. I stepped on the fallen leaves under my feet and kept thinking back.

I saw the roof garden in the moonlight, and Tan Xiao was sitting in a wheelchair, saying that he was going to "start a grand show".

"Do you know Utopia?" Tan Xiao stood up, put her hands on the back of the wheelchair, and walked slowly two steps while supporting the chair, "They said it was an utopia, with no pain, no sadness, no loss, no despair , that is an utopia where everyone can be happy.”

"But I can't make Utopia," she spread her hands, gesticulating a small house, "I can only make a small garden."

"Do you know what Hakoniwa is?"

"I'm building my own house in that small city. I want to build a library, and I want to build a playground." Tan Xiao let go of the wheelchair, and staggered to the edge of the roof step by step. "I want to do a lot stuff, but I've never seen anything, and I can't even make a full Ferris wheel."

"So I just did this school and he's going to love it because he promised to be with me forever."

I saw the moonlight illuminating countless fallen petals, outlining the tiny and delicate grass tips on the roof, it gently brushed over Tan Xiao's face, and made her eyes shine like stars.

She is laughing.

"Do you know Hakoniwa?" I heard her ask again, but she didn't seem to care about my answer, she just smiled and retreated to the edge of the roof, and then fell back unscrupulously.

She seemed to have fallen into a sweet dream, and even her voice was pleasantly sweet.I heard the sound of the night wind engulfing her laughter, stagnating like thick plasma. Tan Xiao's wheelchair was still parked on the roof, and together with her last smile, it was engraved on my retina.

"Welcome to my Hakoniwa," I seemed to hear her voice again, "This game only has happy endings."

Then the wind howled and swept the grass and leaves all over the sky. I was standing on the empty rooftop when I heard a muffled sound coming from downstairs.