"Are the rules just that simple?"
After listening to Mr. Augustus's explanation, Jenkins wondered that he rarely believed in the good news of pie in the sky.
"This is not easy. Judging the good and evil of human nature is the most difficult thing in this world, and it also determines a person's life and death."
Mr. Augustus replied that he only knew the rules, but not why the Juggernaut invited Jenkins to do so.
"let me try."
Insufficient information, Jenkins can not deduce the cause and effect of this incident. He has no reason to suddenly regret wanting to leave here now, and there is no need to do so.
So I observed the three wounded, and decided to start asking the person who was lying on the ground facing the statue.
The three wounded were all men, and the first one Jenkins asked for his identity was the oldest one. His hair was already gray, and his face was abnormally red due to years of wind and sun. The location of his injury is temporarily unclear, only the eyes, nose, and ears are bleeding outwards, and he is coughing violently, spraying red blood foam outwards. Judging from the sound of coughing, at least this person must have a problem with his lungs.
"It's a curse. Extraordinary people are involved in this war."
Jenkins was sure, and then stretched out his hand to press the man's chest, trying to heal him, but found that it was useless, the man was like a stone, without any resonance with the spirit of life.
"They can't be regarded as living people, they can only be regarded as a memory intercepted from history. You can understand that the rules of this strange place prohibit treatment."
Mr. Augustus behind him explained.
"In other words, did these three people really exist in history?"
"Yes. You should know that some treacherous realms are just fragments of the world, where outsiders mix in to make rules. Some treacherous realms are a repeat of history, and outsiders play the role of commentary."
Mr. Augustus will definitely be there.
"So in the original history, did people like me appear beside them?"
Jenkins asked again, but Mr. Augustus didn't answer this time. Jenkins then had his own thoughts, looked up at the broken crooked idol, and asked the man:
"Why did you come here?"
It was a very straightforward question, and the other party tried his best to answer it while coughing while lingering:
"I... I murdered my parents, so I was sent to the army, put into the death squad and sent to the battlefield. Everyone died, and I died too."
"Why did you murder your own parents?"
"I lost money gambling, I need someone to pay my debts, but they won't, I lost..."
It's a clichéd story, but it happens in every era in every world.
"And you?"
Jenkins asked the person on the left again. This person looked younger, a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties. What he suffered was a very conspicuous trauma, and his chest should have been pierced by a sharp object such as a sword. He was lying on a gray overcoat, blood stained both the garment and the ground around it, and it was a miracle that the man was still alive.
"Why did you come here?"
"I want to get ahead, but I don't want to be a porter at the dock all my life."
"So did you make a mistake?"
"For money, I stole the secrets of the army and sold them to spies, but this instead caused a terrible disaster for the unit I belonged to. Everyone else died, and I was seriously injured by my friend who discovered the truth. I think I am going to die. "
Although the story of self-made and self-inflicted has some twists and turns, the logic is very smooth.
"What about you? Why are you here?"
Ask the young man on the right again, his legs are gone, and he is now roughly wrapped in clothes, but Jenkins can faintly smell the stench.
"I'm here as a normal conscription."
The young man probably has a better physique, and he is the only one among the three who does not tremble when speaking.
"Is there anything wrong with you?"
"I don't think so."
This sentence is actually the truth, which means that the other party thinks he is innocent.
"Then how did you get hurt?"
"The captain asked me to take care of the prisoners, but it was too difficult. There were twenty of them, but I only had one, so I killed them all, and they couldn't escape. But the last one escaped while I was not paying attention, Later I was captured by him on the battlefield, and he cut off my legs and left me here to fend for myself."
Another sad example, but it sounds like the fault is less obvious than the first two. The young man probably thought that he was performing his duties, but he was not very kind, and the other party was indeed an enemy.
"Infidelity, filial piety, and benevolence, these three people really have their own characteristics."
After knowing everyone's story, Jenkins thought silently in his heart, and Mr. Augustus, who was watching all this behind him, asked:
"How about it, can you judge?"
"You're right, it's very difficult and I'm going to need some time."
Jenkins replied, pondering for a moment and then asked the three:
"Do you regret it?"
"regret."
This is the answer of the two who killed their parents and betrayed their secrets.
"No regrets."
This was the answer of the young man who had killed the captive, leaning on the pedestal of the broken stone pillar and watching Jenkins.
Because of the priesthood of lies, no one can lie to Jenkins, it's all true.
"So honestly, if you could turn back time and face that moment in your life again, would you still do it?"
he asked again.
"Won't."
The half-hundred old man who killed his parents said.
"meeting."
After hesitating for a few seconds, the middle-aged man who betrayed his companion for money said.
"Won't."
The most surprising thing was the young man, he also hesitated, and then gave his own answer:
"I think they all have their own families. I felt the fear and helplessness before dying. If I had another chance, I would not kill them, but I don't regret doing it."
he explained.
Jenkins nodded in understanding and asked one last question:
"Is there any of you who don't want to die?"
"I don't want to die."
The middle-aged man who betrayed his companions and the young man who killed the captive said in unison.
"I want to die, and I know I deserve to die."
The half-hundred old man replied, and then coughed violently again, making one unable to help but suspect that he would cough up his own lungs.
"Well, it seems that this strange situation is not difficult."
Jenkins said to himself, then turned to Mr. Augustus:
"But before I give the answer, Mr. Augustus, may I ask you a question."
"I'll give you the answer as best I can."
Mr. Augustus nodded kindly.