After nuclear sewage, I can hear the voices of plants

47

  Chapter 47 "Meaning"

  Waiting for death to come is far more terrifying than death.

  What is the top penalty?

  Jiang Yan once saw a post describing one of the cruelest punishments.

  Push a group of blindfolded prisoners off a cliff, and the sense of weightlessness will tell them that they are already approaching death at this moment, but because they are blindfolded, no one can know the specific time of death.

  However, a fall that is too short will make the punishment less cruel, so the cliff must be high enough so that the victim cannot predict when he will die.

  But if the fall time is too long, the victim will starve to death again, so food and water must fall with the victim. If you are thirsty, you can catch it to drink, and if you are hungry, you can eat it.

  In this way, everyone knows that they are gradually approaching death, but no one knows the specific time of death.

  But there is another problem. Waiting for a long time will gradually numb the fear of death. In order to achieve the purpose of punishment, these prisoners must fear the arrival of death because of their own desires.

  Then the most convenient thing is feelings.

  Let a group of people move from far away to near, and then gradually become estranged, disconnected, and separated from each other.

  Let them desire it, let them get it, and then take it back and let them struggle with it.

  Give them desire, let them pursue it, get love, and then lose everything.

  Immersed in it, reluctant to leave it to pieces.

  . . . . . .

  Sitting on the Taishi chair, Jiang Yan raised his head and looked up. The high clouds were like a pavilion in the sky. The blue sky gradually disappeared, like the end of a drama. The breeze blew, the willow branches rustled, and the pond and wilderness were filled with the chirping of flowers, birds and insects.

  If it were Jiang Yan from before, he would definitely feel that everything was so quiet right now.

  But now, all I feel is overwhelming despair.

  The surrounding environment made Jiang Yan more and more reluctant to let go, but it was this reluctance that hurt Jiang Yan the most.

  "What's wrong? I feel like you're in a bad mood."

  Gao Chou walked out of the room and sat on the other side of the table, pouring himself a glass of hot water with a cool voice.

  "I just can't see the meaning of life." Jiang Yan's voice was hollow as she looked at the wild field.

  Hearing this question, Gao Chou on the side took a sip of the hot water in the cup, then leaned back on the chair and looked into the distance like ginger smoke.

  At first, the most primitive philosophy wanted to solve the three major problems of life.

  Where do people come from?

  What is the purpose of human life in the world?

  Where do people go after death?

  That is what people often say, who am I, where do I come from, and where do I go.

  After being reborn, Jiang Yan was very excited about the second life she had received, but only two days later, this excitement was replaced by confusion.