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Chapter 818: People’s Hearts Change Easily (4K)

[In this era, the belief in the Shears of Division has reached its peak, and a strong religious atmosphere is everywhere. The country I live in can be called a religious country. The people fanatically believe in scars, cracks, and everything related to division.

The separatist sects have evolved a complete set of ideas here, and they are constantly trying to split everything that can be split.

But don't think that they are annihilators who tear everything into pieces. They have not lost their minds to the point of unconditionally tearing everything apart. Instead, they follow certain rules to break things apart. The first criterion for breaking things apart is to maintain the current important functions of a thing, and only then can it be considered a successful breakup.

Therefore, many of the houses and furniture here are intact, but any unreasonable crack may damage the functionality of the object itself, making it unusable, and this kind of split is not praised by the sect.

Behind this principle is not the people's compromise with normal life, but rather the adherence to the doctrine of the shears of division preached by the sect - the shears of division divide everything, but have not yet divided the self.

The Thousand Injuries Sect believes that the Splitting Scissors did not completely split itself, so a qualified splitter should be like a god, which can split other objects while retaining the functionality and valuable existence of the objects themselves.

So, although this country is full of broken tables and chairs and disabled people, you will find that these tables and chairs can all be used normally, and disabled people do not need help from healthy people in their daily lives and can take care of themselves.

Even this country is divided. They are nominally one country, but it is divided into three major regions. The citizens live in their own areas and will never run into other regions, even though they are all citizens of the same country and are friendly to each other and have no hostile relations.

These three separated areas have a border line, which is very similar to the modern national border. Residents trade with each other, exchange supplies and chat on both sides of the border. I have even seen a couple completing private acts on both sides of the line.

They would each move in half of the room and temporarily form a bedroom on both sides of the dividing line. Some who didn't care would not even put the house together, but instead cooperate with each other and carefully complete this action on both sides of the boundary with very precise postures.

In this country, this kind of thing is not immoral, nor is it a shame. On the contrary, it is very honorable, because only by not completely severing the necessary exchanges between the various regions can the country be seen as a whole and be regarded as a whole country that still exists after being divided.

If all contacts were completely cut off, then in their eyes, this would no longer be one country, but would actually become three countries. This would become a very unqualified split that was purely for the purpose of destruction.

They feel that when a country is divided, but the citizens still belong to one country, then such a division makes sense.

Of course, these concepts are what the Thousand Injuries Cult promotes. I have absolutely no idea what kind of extraordinary impact these practices will bring.

These things are not rituals, but an atmosphere under which believers with divided beliefs are able to build a power system.

This reminds me of anti-intellectual behaviors such as foot binding and waist binding that occurred in history, which gained social recognition at the cost of harming the body. However, those who paid the price also reinforced and maintained the entire deformed system, and the people involved were unaware of it.

So I have also reflected on our modern life. In fact, even in modern times, women wear high heels for aesthetic reasons, and men undergo bone-breaking height-increasing surgery and plastic surgery due to height anxiety... All of this is so normal, and the motivations and reasons are so sufficient, but perhaps in the future, these behaviors will become no different from foot binding and waist binding.

These strange customs did not affect our lives. As a patron of the Shattering Shear, I had a very high status here. The Thousand Wounds Church made me an honorary priest. Other colleagues also settled down one after another and gradually learned the language, culture and history of their country.

As for the underworld...they regard the underworld as an alternative split space.

Perhaps it is because even if the people in the underworld have broken hands and feet, they still have sensation in their hands and feet, so it is considered a very excellent splitting phenomenon.

Our situation is pretty good at the moment, our life has settled down, and these people have not yet realized that they are in the past. Most of the evil ghosts and underworld officials in the underworld are unaware of the fall, and those who know the truth, like Meng Po, have lost their sanity and are unable to establish normal social relationships with the residents of the old history, so they cannot communicate.

Although people of this country have found many artifacts with written records in the underworld, local scholars cannot understand them, so it is all us who are "deciphering" (making up stories).

If you think about it carefully, all of this is just luck. If it was other history that fell, and the truth that this era is cyclical history, it would have been revealed to the world, and we would have no chance to hide it at all.

I hope this status quo can continue. Even if we have to stay here for the rest of our lives and can never return to the modern era, as long as we can keep this secret hidden until the end, it will be considered a success. They will definitely find a way...】

The woman with a scar across her nose put down the diary in her hand, then picked up another one and flipped to a random page -

[We have been here for ten years, and some of our companions have married locals and had children.

I have heard some rumors recently that Mr. Huangfu's reasoning notes show that Lao Zhang will reveal the secret of cyclic history.

Although I always think that everyone can keep secrets, people's hearts are fickle. Once you develop feelings for the local residents, you will always have some thoughts, and it is understandable that you want to live a real and complete life with each other.

After all, who can tolerate the fact that the life in which they have invested all their emotions is just an insignificant part in the countless repeated lives of their beloved?

What's more, they have a child.

No parent would be able to bear the thought that their children would eventually be reset in this cycle of history and it would be as if they had never been born.

But this is a dilemma that cannot be resolved. No matter what, history will eventually fall into a cycle. Whether it is family members with whom you have deep feelings or descendants raised by yourself and the old residents, they will eventually disappear.

Alas, they will all disappear.

I'll go to his house tomorrow. 】

Next page.

[I killed Lao Zhang with my own hands.]

In his study room.

In his house, the tables and chairs in the living room have cracks, but they can all be used normally. There is an anthropomorphic statue of the Splitting Scissors on the cabinet in the dining room. Many years ago, the furnishings in his house have become the same as those of any ordinary family in this era.

Even Lao Zhang himself had an unhealed wound on his body three years ago. Here, this is a phenomenon that only occurs when recognized by the gods, proving that the birth of this scar is both glorious and valuable.

That day, we talked in his study, discussing all sorts of topics.

We talked about his newborn son, his baptism at the Thousand Wounds Church, and his recent ordination as a noble.

We talked about local friends, from friends around us to friends who have passed away, the tension between this country and another country, the war that is going on now, and then the war in the past - it is a war in the past for us, but it is a war in the future for us now, that is the war that Lao Zhang and I experienced together.

We don’t know how many years it has been since we last talked about what happened before we came here. Many years ago, all of us agreed not to talk about the past, and it has been like this for eleven years.

So. When I mentioned the past events that did not belong here, Lao Zhang was stunned, and then he smiled knowingly, as if to say - "I know, you must know everything when you come here, I have been waiting for you to speak."

"She loves me and I love her too." Lao Zhang said to me.

I understood what he meant. Although I hadn't actually asked him, I already knew that Lao Zhang had told all the secrets to his wife. In fact, I guessed this result the moment I saw him smile at me.

We just sat opposite each other, neither of us speaking for a while.

I even thought it would be better not to say anything and just sit there.

Don't talk about anything, just sit quietly, and you never know, things may come to a conclusion on their own.

But everyone knew that was impossible, both he and I knew it, so he spoke.

“I know I shouldn’t tell her, but I’m scared…I’m always scared.

Ten years ago, I started to be afraid of talking in my sleep.

Since I married her, I wake up every day afraid that she will ask me what I dreamed about when I slept. I have tried not to sleep with my wife, but is that still life? Are we still a family? Sleeping every day is like torture for me. One day is okay, one year is okay, ten years is okay! But when I think about the years to come, I can’t stand it. ”

“You can’t tell her then,” I said.

"Why don't I tell her? If I don't tell her now, how can I guarantee that I won't tell her in the future!

If I will definitely say it in the future, then my reasoning notes will see that this result will definitely happen, and then I won’t even have the chance to say it!
I waited for you to come to me, but I didn't have a chance to say anything. I would have lied to her for her whole life, and I would never have a chance to tell her how much she loves me!"

"Is that what you think?"

I couldn't hear my own voice, and I don't know what tone I used when I said this. I only remember that as soon as I said it, Lao Zhang immediately got angry and stood up and yelled at me.

"What do you want me to think? Why can't I think this way!

Everyone knows you will do this, and everyone knows you are right!
But is what is right right? Ah? Brother Lin, tell me! Is what is right right?
You said I can't say it, why can't I? She loves me! She can accept it all! Even if she knows everything and knows that the world is like this, she still loves me the most. "

"Lao Zhang, you hurt her."

"Sir! You! Don't! Understand!... You're not like us, you won't understand!"

I was very sad, but I knew he was right. I knew things would get bad, but I couldn't imagine how bad they would be. Even though I knew that one day we would become like this, before it really happened, my mind was always filled with beautiful imaginations... I could imagine the scene of us all keeping secrets together and dying of old age in this country, but I couldn't imagine the scene of Lao Zhang and I sitting here confronting each other.

Not everyone can persevere like you.

After yelling this, Lao Zhang sat down again and suddenly calmed down.

"Not everyone can persevere like you." He picked up the broken teacup and drank the tea in one gulp. "Now that you are here, you know what decision I have made."

"It's not too late," I said.

...if the insider is dealt with now.

I didn't say the second half of the sentence. I could only say this. Even if the unspoken threat was not spoken, Lao Zhang knew it. There is still a tacit understanding between comrades who fought side by side.

Lao Zhang said: "I had enough time many times. Everyone knows that reasoning notes are not the fastest, and everyone knows that Huangfu Zuoren has been recording everyone. I had the opportunity to kill him and take the notes, but I didn't do it.

You know I can do it, I have done it many times, and I am the only one who can do it without anyone noticing.

Even if I don't kill him, I can tell the secret to the Split King. The Split King will protect my family. In any case, he needs some people from the future who stand on his side.

If I did that, you'd be done for. You'd never have a chance to see me again, let alone sit here and talk to me.

I didn't do anything to Huangfu, nor did I leak the secret. I only told the secret to my wife three days ago."

Lao Zhang smiled. He pronounced the word "three days" very heavily and his expression was very proud.

I took out the knife and pulled it out of my wallet as slowly as I had ever done in my life, as if I were taking out a kitchen knife to cut vegetables, right in front of him.

Then I stood up and walked over to him.

He looked up at me and didn't move.

I put the tip of the knife against his heart, but he still didn't move.

Only after I thrust it in smoothly did he reveal a painful expression, but there was no surprise on his face. He just grabbed my hand tightly, with veins bulging on the back of his hand.

Lao Zhang is very strong, and I am very strong too. If we start fighting, we can destroy the whole street in the blink of an eye, but none of us uses special powers, and we can't even fight like ordinary people should.

I shouldn't have cried at that time, but he was the one who cried.

At the last moment, he suddenly reached out and pulled me close to him, gritted his teeth and whispered in my ear: "They all count on me, I... don't owe you anything!"

I know what Lao Zhang is referring to.

I knew long ago that he wasn't the only one who had changed his mind.

Not only Lao Zhang, but many colleagues who have integrated into this era are waiting to destroy their reasoning notes.

But they were unwilling to betray their former colleagues and fellow villagers and go to this strange country, but they were also worried every day and endured unknown suspicions.

They were afraid that something they were destined to do but had not yet done would suddenly and inexplicably appear in that damn notebook.

Maybe... everyone wants to destroy that notebook.

Apart from Lao Zhang, no one else had the ability to take the notes and destroy them without anyone noticing.

Everyone knows that if anyone did this, then I and those who are still doing our duty would kill the traitor.

Because everyone believes this, they are all waiting for my good brothers, my good comrades to do this.

As long as he can finish that notebook, everyone can sleep well.

We all actually feel that we are actually living in the present, not in the modern times.

Probably except for me and Huangfu, everyone thinks that talking in dreams is not a big deal, as long as you have a clear conscience.

Lao Zhang is right, he doesn’t owe me anything, I owe him something.

The hand that Lao Zhang was holding on mine dropped down. At that moment, many thoughts almost came to my mind, but I suppressed them all. I knew I had to do this. If I let my emotions run wild, then no one would be able to control it.

I'm from the Control Bureau, I'm Lieutenant Lin Rize of the Lion Army, and it's our responsibility to protect civilians, even if the people we're protecting are thousands of years older than us.

I pulled out the knife and without stopping, I walked straight out the door to their bedroom.

Lao Zhang, you must have guessed that I would do this.

You must have thought about what I did, and you know I won't show any mercy.

The bedroom door was open, and I saw her holding her baby and feeding her. When she saw me showing up with a bloody knife, she wasn't surprised at all, but greeted me, "Brother Lin."

"Sister-in-law." I nodded to her. 】

(End of this chapter)