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Chapter 324, Section 016: Baldy Dream and the Marilyn Monroe Bar (Part 3)
[Living a life of debauchery and decadence]

The holder possesses three souls in one body, with two accompanying personalities: the "living soul" and the "dead soul," which are awakened through "drunkenness" and "dream," respectively.

"Living Soul" and "Dead Soul" possess independent souls and consciousness, each wielding their own unique destiny. The accompanying personality and the original personality have a primary and secondary relationship.

The inscription for the "Living Soul" reads: [Dissecting Life from Smoke]

The holder possesses strong logical reasoning abilities, often easily discerning the essence of things. They gain a sense of accomplishment through meticulous reasoning, and the pronouncements will grow alongside the holder's intelligence.

Jin Ziyue stared at the drunk man in front of him, who was holding onto a stool. The man smiled as he met Jin Ziyue's gaze.

As the man opened his eyes, it was as if a black metal band had quietly exploded into action. The sluggishness of rock and roll combined with the power of the drummer struck his eardrums, vibrating through his heart.

Despite being a "living soul," it evokes a chilling sense of glorifying death and sacrificing oneself for darkness.

After only a brief pause, the living soul that had taken over the body spoke slowly:
"This body is fine in every way, except that it has a low alcohol tolerance."

In normal people, drunkenness and blackouts are mainly caused by the fact that after alcohol enters the body, it affects the hippocampus in the temporal lobe of the brain, leading to slowed brain reactions and amnesia.

The reason why Meng Tu was drunk and had blackouts was because another personality in his head took over his main consciousness.

The current "living soul" is no longer like a passionate madam, but like a prisoner locked in a dark cage. Even if he is bound in a black and white bodysuit, shackled, and quietly fixed in his position, you can still smell danger in his smile.

He raised his hand and patted his pocket with difficulty: "Help me light a fire."

Jin Ziyue nodded and found half a pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

Mengtu stretched out his head and grabbed it, while Jin Ziyue took out a miniature lighter and struck it to relight it.

"Phew~ That feels good."

He let out a soft gasp, slumped back against the marble bar, and glanced at Jin Ziyue: "Not doing so well, buddy."

"That's why I had to ask you for help," Jin Ziyue said.

Meng Tu chuckled, took a puff of his cigarette, and continued, "Actually, you didn't need to come looking for me. You should already know the answer."

He glanced at the creaking sound on the news, and reached for the remote to turn off the TV, but found his hands were trembling so badly that even the cigarette ash was knocking outside the ashtray. Helpless, he had to give up.

"I want to know what will happen to District 16 next."

Meng Tu glanced at him sideways and said, "As you can see, violence, bloodshed, racial conflict, technology versus primitivism, humanity versus bestiality will surely tear this land apart."

Jin Ziyue remained silent for a moment, then asked the next question: "Were the terrorist attacks in the news carried out by the White Walkers?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Meng Tu laughed, but accidentally dropped his cigarette butt, burning him and making him wince.

"You're just feeling insecure, aren't you? The organization is fighting the White Walkers, and you're at the eye of the storm, yet you're as fragile as a reed. Can these meaningless pieces of information give you a sense of security?"

"You have two choices now. One, escape from here immediately, the farther the better. The advantage is that you can survive with a few little tails."

"But I want to find the truth."

“Don’t rush, let me finish,” Monroe continued. “The downside is that you’ll never have a chance to find out the truth, which I think is worse than death for you. Secondly, if you choose to stay here and take advantage of the White Walkers’ battle with the organization, you’ll find that you never truly understood the White Walkers or the organization.”

He paused, staring at Jin Ziyue's face, and said meaningfully, "Listen, Bao, you need to understand what's standing in your way. It's a damned fate, a cursed destiny. The Others and the organization are all stumbling blocks that bind you. You can't get around these obstacles no matter what. Only by stepping on their corpses and wading through their blood can you find the answers you seek."

"But that's not what you're thinking. The reason you're hesitating is because you're still hoping to maintain a peaceful situation between the two sides."

“I can tell you very clearly that a world where both sides can coexist harmoniously does not exist, and what you want to maintain is completely meaningless. You know I have never favored any race. I don’t care if all humans die, and the White Walkers are even less important. That’s why I can look at all of this more objectively.”

"Wake up, honey. Mercy won't save anyone." Monk patted his shoulder. "Even God can't save anyone, let alone you?"

Jin Ziyue denied it, saying, "All I know is that if it really is a catastrophe, none of the people around me will escape. Besides, even if I find the answer to Fu Qin's cause of death, I still can't get out of this vortex unscathed."

He paused for a moment, his gaze fixed intently on Meng Tu: "Now, one last question, how much do you know about Fu Qin's death?"

After a long silence, no one spoke.

Mengtu waited quietly for the cigarette between his fingers to burn out, the swirling white smoke obscuring his face, the smell of tobacco lingering for a long time.

What are your impressions of the city of Sakyo?

The man gave an irrelevant answer.

Jin Ziyue thought about it seriously for a moment and said, "My impression of it has always been the plum rain season in April, damp and cold. Although it is bright day and night, you can't feel the sunlight. It has a sense of thinness and helplessness."

"Hahahaha." Meng Tu suddenly burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Congratulations on hearing the city's lament; I imagine it must be comforted."

Jin Ziyue frowned slightly; he didn't understand.

How can a city have its own thoughts?

"Who knows? Like a mysterious god, before anyone has seen it, who can prove its existence? And who can prove its non-existence?"

Jin Ziyue narrowed his eyes: "But..."

“Bao.” Meng Tu interrupted him, his eyelids slowly lowering, but his coldness remained. “There are some things that I only have a superficial understanding of. Saying too much will only confuse your judgment. You have [Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea] with you, and you will naturally find the answer when the time comes. Of course, the premise is that you can hold on until then.”

He rolled his eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, and said, "My time is almost up. I'm giving you one last message: go find someone."

"Who?"

"Qi Tongshan".

Jin Ziyue's expression turned serious.

“The organization is probably looking for her now,” Mengtu added.

"Does she have any secrets?" Jin Ziyue asked.

"To understand something, you must trace it back to its origin and figure out its development process. The same applies to a behemoth like an organization."

Jin Ziyue's eyes narrowed slightly: "You mean—"

Mengtu grinned: "That's right, she should have the answer you're looking for."

(End of this chapter)