[It's meaningless. Your existence is meaningless.]
A faint voice sounded, and the man said angrily.
The old times were brought up again. In a trance, one could see the surging red-hot molten iron and the roar of machinery. Another voice sounded again at this time.
[All you have done is in vain, you ridiculous guy.]
Countless mocking voices followed, engulfing him like the sea. He stretched out his hands with all his strength, but could catch nothing. He could only sink in it and fall to the deepest part.
Until he fell heavily to the ground and woke up slowly. When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar gray-green ceiling. It may have been bright once, but as its owner grew older and became decadent, it also withered and faded, becoming dead.
Sigg rubbed his eyes, paused for a long time, and then pulled open the curtains beside the bed with his hands, allowing the not-so-strong morning light to slightly illuminate the room.
This is the room where he has lived for many years. This is his home, even though it is just a rental house.
Just like he had done many times in his daily life, he picked up a pillow, placed it behind his back, sat up, and then reached out to pick up the newspaper that he had not finished reading yesterday.
Sig is not very good at communication. He doesn't have many friends, and it is difficult for the whole world to have any so-called intersection with him. So in order not to be abandoned by the whole world, he likes to read the newspaper in the morning and care about the world as much as possible.
Sometimes this behavior is like Lorenzo sitting on the side of the road. Lorenzo feels that watching the coming and going of pedestrians can make him feel that he is integrated into this world, even if it is deceiving himself. For Sigg, reading the newspaper is also such a behavior.
The news was still the same, such as an explosion in a certain block due to aging steam pipes.
This kind of news appears almost every week. Old Dunling was built on a huge steam engine. Many steam pipes have been in use for a long time. Due to the large number, the authorities can only perform daily maintenance on those important lines. Some marginal pipes often burst because they have not been maintained for a long time.
In fact, it is not just Xige. The residents of Jiudunling have long been accustomed to these things. At the beginning, everyone would scream when they saw the blown manhole covers and the overflowing high-temperature steam, but now it has become a normal phenomenon in life and they are no longer surprised.
Looking downward, the next thing I saw was some news about recent diplomatic missions.
In the past few days, envoys from various Viking countries also arrived. Those envoys seemed to be people from hundreds of years ago. They wore animal skins and leathers, had long beards, and had mottled short axes on their waists. Unlike the modern people of Ingvig, they carried primitive and wild power.
The black and white illustrations showed how they arrived, looking aggressive, as if they were attacking the land rather than visiting.
By this point, most of the delegations had arrived at Old Dunling, where they discussed interests and politics with Queen Victoria, but those were things that the newspapers could not publish for the time being.
At this time, a faint sound was heard, and someone's breathing could be faintly heard.
Sig looked up at the wall at the other end of the room, and beyond that was Lorenzo's room.