Chapter 875

"Life that comes into direct contact with the rain will gradually melt and turn into a liquid like ordinary rainwater."

"Their souls then steam into smoke—they mutter and scream, changing their appearance, inducing people to walk into the rain."

"The Foundation urgently spread a net made of reality stabilization anchors in more than a hundred major cities, making the heavy rain harmless."

"Other people were not so lucky," Alice shook her head, "They were left in the rain to fend for themselves."

"In the words of the Foundation, this is called 'necessary evil'."

"This is not a satisfactory result, but they did their best after all."

This topic is quite heavy.

When resources are not enough to protect all humans, sacrifice and abandonment are things that will inevitably happen.

But except for a few noble people, few people are willing to sacrifice themselves to fulfill another group of people.

This is an unavoidable contradiction.

Alice's words were quite calm, but Christina saw a very tragic disaster in human history through these few words.

In the first few days of the heavy rain, people could still hide in buildings, waiting for the weather to clear up again.

Unfortunately, until the supplies were exhausted, they neither waited for rescue nor waited for a sunny day.

There were only a few paths in front of them:

Walking in the rain, waiting for death in place, killing each other…

And these options have no essential difference, the difference is nothing more than dying early or dying late.

Wait… selected cities… tower… anchor…

Christina suddenly figured it out.

"So, the tower is actually a kind of super huge… what kind of anchor?"

"Yes, the main purpose of building the tower is to filter the influence of the rain." Alice nodded slightly.

"As for the anchoring of the time flow in the city, it is actually a side effect."

She suddenly laughed.

"Think about it, compared to the outer regions, time in the city flies by in an instant."

"Humans have pursued immortality since ancient times, and no one has ever wanted to turn themselves into a short-lived ghost in the eyes of others."

Christina: "When I was in New London, the area under the tower was all rich areas. I always thought the tower was a symbol of some kind of power."

Alice: "Later, no one knew its true purpose."

"The outer regions divided the various cities, and the Foundation in each area could only fight on its own."

"The Foundation initially had considerable grand plans, and it was at that time that they launched the 'Messenger Project'."

"I and many others accepted transformation surgery, the body was maintained in a young state, and we had higher resistance to aging."

"Then we ran around, bringing hope, or despair, to people."

"But the Foundation soon became disconnected."

"They couldn't find qualified successors at all."

"Some people who were willing to join were mostly homeless children who had lost their parents and didn't have the quality of professional workers."

"Many cities' Foundations died out silently after that generation died."

"The Foundation of Paris was the one that lasted the longest, they continued to the winter era after the heavy rain ended, but that was it."

Alice's narration continued.

"Everything seemed to happen in an instant."

"The Foundation disappeared before I could react."

"I never knew what happened, but some fragments of printed materials found in previous cities allowed me to string together all the details."

"It's really unimaginable that the seemingly omnipotent Foundation perished just like that."

"Is that so…" Christina murmured slightly.

The wind was isolated outside the house, no need to worry about the simple shelter being crushed by snow.

The warm stove fire was by her side, and the sound of gentle narration…

It was like returning home, like listening to a mother's story, slowly falling asleep…

Since the heavy rain ended, since the cold wave broke out, since the riot burned everything in New New York, since Christina took Tang Mi and fled into the outer regions…

She hadn't had a good rest.

Sleepiness, fatigue, anxiety, irritability… melted at this moment, mixed with each other, and turned into soft sleepiness.

Gently wrapping her, slowly patting her.

"Are you sleepy?" Alice took out a book and flipped through it.

"The opportunity is rare, let me read the pages I found in the previous city, it seems to be a nursery rhyme."

【…Smart humans, at that time, the plane that made up their bodies would break from the middle, and then disperse into many tiny lines,】

【Following the flow of ether, flying again along the two-dimensional plane you mentioned, and sowing again to every corner of the world—including us.】

【This is the return, no cemetery, no ceremony, because we believe that the deceased have never really left.】

【In the oldest legends, that is a thread without an end, leading to the stars…】

Her voice was low and magnetic, rising and falling like the tide, flowing quietly like honey.

The world seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, only Alice's voice and the burning sound of firewood in the stove were talking.

Christina's eyelids kept colliding, closing once, and lifting once, the amplitude getting smaller and smaller, until after one closing, they didn't open again.

As time passed, Alice's voice gradually became soft, and finally, at the end of a story, she gently closed the book.

"Christina?"

The flame of the kerosene lamp flickered slightly, casting light and shadow of varying grayness on Christina's face.

She had a smile on her face, as if she had a beautiful dream.

Alice's mouth hooked:

"Good night, sweet dreams."

Played, but didn't finish playing, thoughts are as follows:

Teacher Shaoji, what a fast knife! ===== CHAPTER 877 =====