Chapter 1204 Our Determination (Long Chapter, Please Give Me a Monthly Vote)

Chapter 1205 Our Determination (please vote for the big chapter)

Chenxi City

The sun hangs down from the end of the sky, leaving only a bright white sky and a few bright and silent stars.

Click——

Christos, who was sitting on the balcony, glanced at the coffee in his hand and reached out to flip through the documents in his hand.

After briefly flipping through a document, he put it down and looked at the railing of the balcony.

There, the man with silver hair and ponytail was looking at the silent city in the distance.

"Looks like you have something on your mind?"

Christos brought the coffee to his mouth, took a sip, and asked casually.

"I was thinking about what that asshole congressman said."

The man with silver ponytail put his hand on the balcony railing.

"The one who wants the city government to replace all prostitutes with prosthetics?"

Christos flipped through the documents and said casually,

"Are you still angry about that guy? To put it bluntly, these congressmen are businessmen. The consortium spent a lot of money to invest in GG for them, connect them with them, and win them over, just so that they can put forward laws and suggestions that are beneficial to the consortium at critical moments. .

"This is normal operation for MPs."

"I don't think too much about that guy. After all, I've seen too many of these bastards' faces in the past two years,"

The man with the silver ponytail shook his head. He retracted his gaze from the distant cities and looked at Christos aside, "I was just thinking about the rationality of what he said."

"'The crime rate is high because there are too many prostitutes. These dirty prostitutes gave birth to many criminals, so we need to transform them all into prosthetics so that they will no longer have children, and the crime rate will naturally decrease.'"

Christos raised his head and spoke out the 'theory' of the 'Mr. Congressman', "Are you thinking about this?"

He looked at his old friend thinking and laughed softly, "Do you think his heresy seems to make sense?"

"yes,"

The man with the silver ponytail turned around and leaned against the railing, "What he said is indeed true. Many children of prostitutes eventually grow up to become criminals and become 'contributors' to the high crime rate. This is also his 'theory' Reasons that sound reasonable at first glance,"

He lowered his head and looked at Christos, "But I am thinking about a question, must the child of a prostitute be a criminal? Is this child born bad?"

"This involves the discussion of 'people are born good or born evil',"

Christos put down the document in his hand and looked at the man with the silver ponytail, "Which faction do you support?"

"If I say it subjectively, I tend to believe that people are born good,"

The man with the silver ponytail reached out to pick up another cup of coffee on the table and took a sip, "But objectively speaking, I prefer the biological point of view, 'genes and environment jointly affect the characteristics of living things.'".

“There are indeed people in this world who are born more prone to violence or more tolerant due to genetic problems.

"For the vast majority of ordinary people, we are not born with obvious good or evil, only the desire for life given to us by genes. As we grow, we will also have the desire for reproduction.

"But as people grow up a little bit, people who grow up in different environments will face a completely different world and be shaped by the world into completely different personalities."

Holding the coffee, he walked to the railing again, leaned on it gently, and looked sideways at the hazy darkness at the end of the bustling city.

“Those prostitutes live in the lowest and darkest corners of the city. If they don’t have a stable husband or boyfriend, their children won’t even be able to find their fathers as soon as they are born.

"Some responsible mothers will choose to raise their children, while some irresponsible mothers will abandon them directly. Of course, there are also some mothers who die before their children grow up and become orphans.

“These children cannot afford to go to school, do not have enough to eat, have no parents or father, and live in the most chaotic neighborhoods. What they see every day is ‘robberies’ and ‘thefts,’ and the gunfire of gang members is the only music in their childhood.

“At the same time, because they are weak, they are often the ones being bullied and robbed.

"Children who grow up in such an environment, under the influence of what they hear and see, will not crave power, be inclined to violence, and be more likely to become criminals?"

He looked at Christos;

"Even if such a child is smart enough and gets an education later, these effects will stay with him throughout his life.

"He will even inflict his childhood on everyone and become the most terrifying 'violator'."

The man with silver ponytail raised the coffee in his hand and took a sip.

"I'm thinking, if these children grow up in a completely different normal family, with their parents still alive and receiving education from an early age, is it possible that they will grow up to be well-dressed and respected scholars?"

Christos stared at the silver-haired man in front of him, his eyes a little lost. After a moment, he came back to his senses and said with a smile, "A few years ago, I was in a similar state to you and asked someone similar questions. question."

"What's the answer you got?"

The man with silver ponytail lowered his head and looked at Christos with a little doubt.

"'There is no if in this world'"

Christos said slowly.

Hearing this answer, the man with silver ponytail was slightly startled.

"From your analysis, the problem of 'children of prostitutes' is not just a problem for those children."

Christos lowered his head, stared at the document in his hand, and whispered.

Hearing this, the man with silver ponytail was slightly startled and said softly,

“If we want those children to grow up healthily and normally, we must allow their mothers to grow up healthily and normally, so that they can have enough to eat and receive education, so that they do not have to sell their bodies in order to survive.

"That's true for the prostitutes in those rough neighborhoods, and that's true for everyone else who lives in those neighborhoods, and the root of the problem is changing the environment that created it."

He lowered his head and looked at Christos, suddenly having a deeper understanding of everything Christos had done so far and the changes that 'that one' had made to the world.

He stared at the 'mayor' not far in front of him, and suddenly felt a little emotional, "Can we really change all this?"

"Compared to when we first came to power, there are far fewer 'prostitutes' in Chenxi City. More food, more jobs, and better social security allow some people to have the freedom to no longer choose this path. power.

“It is said that in Kaya City, the data will be better, and we are working hard to change all this,

"This is our 'resolution'."

Christos whispered, "All of us, and maybe 'The One' as well."

"Our determination,"

Chewing Christos's words gently, the man with silver ponytail sighed softly, "I didn't expect that without knowing it, I would follow you so far."

Christos raised his head, looked at the man with silver ponytail, and said with a smile, "Any new insights?"

"yes,"

The man with the silver ponytail turned to look at the bright city behind him, "You still have to get into practice and just rely on simple inspections and information. The perception of the world is always seen in the mirror, and it is difficult to get a full picture.

“When I don’t understand certain points, I always miss them in my thinking.”

He smiled and said, "In the two or three years I have been working with you in politics, I have gained more insights than in the decades I spent digging through old papers."

"Perhaps you can get new insights by visiting places like Kaya City, Rock City, and Winter City."

Christos whispered.

"Then we have to survive this storm."

The man with silver ponytail looked at the dense lights and city in the distance and smiled.

Christos raised his head and glanced at the man with the silver ponytail. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to 'persuade' the man with the ponytail.

"It's a little quiet today."

At this time, the ponytail man looked at the lights in the distance and said suddenly.

"Yeah, no one protested, no one sat in,"

Christos slowly swallowed the words that came to his mouth. He glanced at the bustling city where the neon lights gradually lit up under the night. "Even those greedy and selfish congressmen look much cuter."

"Before the storm, there is always a moment of peace left for us. I have left the draft of my book with my students. If I haven't finished it, they will help me finish the rest."

The man with the silver ponytail turned around, put the coffee in his hand on the table, looked at Christos, and said with a smile, "I've been thinking about it for a long time. I'm afraid there is no city in the world where the deputy mayor fled after something happened to the mayor. ,after all,"

He stood up and said with a smile, "If something happens to you, I will be the mayor of this city. Who doesn't want to be the mayor of Chenxi City?"

He paused and continued, "As long as there are people alive, things must continue."

He stood up straight and looked at the darkness and lights of the city, "This is our determination."

Christos stared at his friend in front of him. He opened his mouth slightly, and finally closed it slowly.

Dots of lights lit up little by little in this hazy darkness.

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Mountains north of Mingte

The two figures passed through the shimmering snowfield, dragging long traces of steps up a mountain in front of them.

At the feet of the two of them, amid the diffuse snow, were vaguely visible stone steps.

He Ao raised his head and looked at the lights on the top of the mountain above him under the clouds.

The setting sun still has its last glow at the end of the sky, but under the clouds, it seems as if night has already arrived.

At the top of the hillside ahead, under the continuous white snow, a large metal casting facility covered with dark red lines can be vaguely seen.

A small door stood at the entrance of the facility, and two weak red street lights lit up the snow in front of the door, illuminating the road ahead in the mountains and forests.

"Is there a human stronghold in this forest?"

Shia stood next to He Ao, looked up at the metal facility in front of her, and said with some surprise, "We have never seen it before..."

She turned to look around, suddenly came back in shock, and said hoarsely, "Is this deep in the area where the pseudo wolves are 'active'? These people hide their stronghold deep in the area where the pseudo wolves are active to avoid being disturbed by outsiders exploring? "

Then she was slightly startled, "Aren't they afraid of being attacked by false wolves? Or do they have ways to deal with false wolves?"

"Maybe there was before,"

He Ao glanced at the blood-stained lights of the facility, then slowly moved forward towards the narrow metal door, "Not necessarily now."

"ah?"

Shia was slightly startled.

She raised her steps and quickly followed He Ao's pace.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the narrow door.

The door was not closed, it was ajar, revealing a corridor illuminated by dim lights.

Tick-tock——

Some cold liquid dripped from top to bottom and dripped on Shia's cheek.

Shia subconsciously reached out and touched her cheek.

Her slender fingertips were almost instantly dyed red by the liquid with a faint red light, and the rich smell of blood spread along the cold air.

She raised her head blankly and looked at the top of her head.

A bright red light appeared in her field of vision.

Only then did she realize that the bright red street lamp hanging at the door was not that bright red originally. It was only the blood that covered the lamp body that illuminated the dark red light.

Tick-tock——

As she watched, another drop of blood dripped from the lamp and fell towards her cheek.

She quickly took half a step back, away from the light, and avoided the drops of blood.

A slight cold breeze blew across her cheeks.

On such a cold day, the blood of ordinary people would have solidified long ago.

She looked at the bright red on her fingertips.

Is the blood on this street lamp the blood of an extraordinary person?

She looked up at the streetlight on the other side.

This street lamp is not small. It would take a lot of blood to cover it.

Click——

A soft sound came from the front.

She lowered her head and looked forward.

He Ao had slowly pushed open the door and walked into the house.

Shia quickly chased after him.

But as soon as she stepped into the house, she was a little stunned.

Because the floor tiles in the corridor behind this door reflect a faint red color.

She raised her head and looked overhead.

Chandeliers hung one after another in this silent corridor, and each lamp was painted bright red with blood.

Tick ​​tock—tick tock—

The flowing blood followed the flickering lights and fell drop by drop in the long, dark corridor, making soft sounds one after another.

"We have to hurry,"

The gentle and powerful voice next to him instantly broke the weird atmosphere, attracting Siya's eyes instantly.

He Ao raised his hand and glanced at the time on his bracelet, "There isn't much time left for us."

He took a step forward and appeared at the end of the corridor almost instantly.

Tick-tock——

Blood fell in front of Shia.

She subconsciously glanced at the bright red light above her head, and shouted in a panic, "Uncle...Mr. Sauter, wait for me."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and followed He Ao's pace in front of her.

Soon, she also reached the end of the corridor.

Here, there is a ‘T’ shaped intersection with left and right directions.

At the end of the intersection on the right, a vague figure was standing facing them, holding a jar of blood and smearing something on it.

Shia turned her head and wanted to ask the figure beside her.

Before she could ask a question, she saw the figure in front of her walking quickly to the right.

She also quickly followed.

"Um?"

The figure holding the blood seemed to hear the footsteps behind him, and turned around holding the jar filled with blood.

Buzz——

The bloody radiance flashed past almost as soon as he turned his head, cutting off his head.

Then the blade returned to its shell, and the figure carrying the knife passed directly by the headless corpse without stopping.

The head of the corpse flew in the sky and landed right on Shia behind.

Sia didn't see clearly what was flying over, so she reached out to catch it.

Then she looked down and saw a white wolf head covered in blood.

"ah--"

She subconsciously threw the wolf head out of her hand and threw it to the ground.

Bang--

The headless humanoid corpse in front also fell forward, and the flesh and blood on its neck was slightly white, without any blood leaking out.

The jar of blood held in the corpse's hand fell to the ground, and the bright red color slowly spread across the ground.

The bright red light above swayed, illuminating the blood on the ground.

Only then did Shia clearly see what the 'figure' was smearing with blood just now - a hemispherical camera.

At this moment, the blood-stained camera was being lifted up, looking at her like a bright red eye.

Seeing this scene, Shia trembled. Regardless of the blood on her hands, she rushed to the end of the corridor and followed the disappearing figure deeper into the stronghold.