What exactly is the so-called life
Zuo Zhen's words stumped Lorenzo. The cunning Lorenzo had already thought of many countermeasures, but no matter what, he never expected that Zuo Zhen would ask him such a question.
A question that sounds ridiculous, naive, and least applicable to people like them.
"Are you... kidding me?"
Lorenzo couldn't understand. He looked at Zuo Zhen and felt that all the strange feelings that this old man gave him might be just illusions. In fact, he was just a somewhat stupid guy, and all those possibilities were just his delusions.
"No, I'm not kidding," Zuo Zhen replied seriously, "Do you think I shouldn't ask this kind of question?"
"Yeah, look at you, look at me, we have countless lives on our hands, life is like work to us."
Lorenzo couldn't help but talk trash.
“We are like lumberjacks. Do lumberjacks care what happens to the trees?”
Zuo Zhen listened to Lorenzo's nonsense carefully, and a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face, as if saying "So you are this kind of person."
“Maybe this is the difference brought about by culture.”
This time Zuo Zhen did not have an aggressive attitude. Instead, he slowed down his speech and spoke calmly.
"In our nine summers, loggers must pay more attention to the relationship between people and trees."
The expression on Lorenzo's face became more and more weird. The suppressed solemnity just now was completely gone. Maybe the so-called cultural differences really existed. This old guy didn't hear the "nonsense" in his words at all. Instead, he explained it to himself seriously.
This made the difference in his attitude understandable. He looked ready to shoot me before, but now he was answering questions and resolving confusions. In Zuo Zhen's opinion, he was a guy who knew nothing at all.
Zuo Zhen is properly tolerant towards ignorant guys.
Lorenzo's expression became more complicated.
"The excessive tree felling by loggers will destroy the forest and turn the lush fertile land into a barren wasteland, so we need to control it so that it can continue for a long time," Zuo Zhen explained seriously. "It's just like us. We use brutality, but it's to protect more people."
"Are you listening, Holmes?"
Zuo Zhen was halfway through his speech when he noticed that Lorenzo looked like he was in a trance.
"So what?" Lorenzo asked.
"So?" Zuo Zhen asked again, as if he was made to laugh by Lorenzo.
“They say you’re an expert.”
Lorenzo remained silent but did not deny it.
"As an expert, you wouldn't be unaware of what you've been taking away, right?" Zuo Zhen said, "This isn't what an expert would do."
Zuo Zhen took a deep breath, his eyes blurred, and fell into deep darkness.
“We are executioners, we have killed many lives, some are human, some are not even human, and some we don’t even know what they are… So I have always felt that the person who knows the essence of life best should be the god of death, just like the person who knows trees best is the lumberjack, and those of us who are closest to the god of death should be the ones who can understand life the most.