No wonder the Son of God was wrapped in bandages all over his body. It turned out that the side effects of the red ** had begun to show on his body.
The Son of God was very calm. In the coffin in front of him lay the sleeping Saint. She closed her eyes peacefully and folded her hands on her chest.
“The Saint and I are the staff members selected by the Morning Star Group.
We came to this isolated town with a mission to practice our ideals.
In this strangely resurrected world of despair, we want to build a hope.”
The Son of God is like an ancient well without ripples, slowly telling the story of the beginning of everything.
“The Saint and I chose different paths.
When I officially assumed the duties of the Holy Son, I chose to take holy water to suppress the pollution.
Instead, the saint chose to let everything go and face the worsening pollution.
As it turned out, my choice was correct.
Compared to the speed at which the side effects of holy water appear, the speed at which pollution occurs is obviously much faster."
Su did not comment: "Is holy water something that the Morning Star Group has researched
How is it made
After the strange resurrection, there should be no antidote in this world that can remove the pollution."
"There's always someone working hard, isn't there?" The Son of God tilted his head. Part of the skin on his face had already peeled off, revealing a substance between wax and texture.
There was only a white candle burning in the room.
The dim light made everything hazy.
In a trance, Su Qingyu recalled the smile on Lily's face when she showed her the photo in the necklace around her neck.
"Do you still remember Lily?" Su Qingyu asked.
The expression on the Son's face was a little dull: "Who are you talking about?"
He forgot.
Su Qingyu smiled and said, "It doesn't matter anymore."
David Eagleman once said in The Life List:
“In one’s lifetime, one dies three times.
The first time, when your heart stops beating and breathing disappears, you are declared biologically dead;
The second time, when you were buried, people attended your funeral in mourning clothes, announcing that you no longer existed in this society, and you left quietly;
The third death is when the last person in the world who remembers you forgets you, and then you truly die."
Su Qingyu felt that, for Lily, the moment the Son of God forgot about her, she was already dead.
Lily refused the holy water while maintaining her rationality. Perhaps, when the Son of God stopped looking for her, she realized that he had forgotten everything.
She longed to see the Son again.
She felt that if she saw the Son of God just once more, he would remember everything.
It's a gamble, and even a bit wishful thinking.
Will you really remember it
Not seen.
All these assumptions are meaningless.
The Son of God forgot about Lily, but still remembered his mission. He took out a notebook from his arms and wrote something on it with his head down: "Are you willing to be the successor?"
Su Qingyu shook his head.
The Son was not surprised: "I think so."
"I don't agree with your philosophy." Su Qingyu felt that changing the way of dying was not the antidote for this world.