Xiao Mao doesn't understand Bai Huo's difficulties, but the uncle who has experienced society does.
The great principles in the book cannot solve real-life difficulties.
Morality that is divorced from reality will only drag everyone to hell.
In this situation, there must be someone who takes on the role of a dictator and makes a quick, immoral but correct choice.
The copy needs to be pushed.
They need to live.
Keep silent and save your feathers.
But arguing wastes time, is inefficient, and the results are uncontrollable.
Choices need to be made quickly.
Those who make this choice will be branded as hypocrites.
Xiao Mao sat on the ground with an ugly look on his face.
He doesn't understand this.
Su Qingyu is relatively pure.
She rarely interferes with other people's decisions.
Since Bai Huo has made his choice, Su Qingyu will let them both come out.
Assistant Wu Qiu took Bai Huo to Su Qingyu's office.
Su Qingyu looked at the uncle and said, "Let's go to the Wutong Yamen."
The uncle followed.
Take the elevator down.
The floor we were just on is a normal working floor.
Apart from the imprisonment of the trial-takers, there was nothing unusual.
Reach level -1.
The whole atmosphere has changed.
If it is upstairs, it is a fine office building.
Downstairs is the gate of the government office from the old times.
The basement is very large, like two garages combined into one.
The corridor was deep and dark, with a bluestone floor. The air smelled damp and musty, and the eerie light shone on the two of them, stretching their shadows very long.
Going further in, you will see two large vermilion pillars.
On the dusty plaque above, were inscribed the four large characters "Wutong Yamen".
The gate of the yamen was closed.
There is an incense burner in the middle.
Next to the incense burner, there was a note stuck on red paper.
"He who feeds gods will be extremely wealthy throughout his life"
Su Qingyu lit three incense sticks, and the smoke curled up and drifted towards the entrance of the yamen. The small vermilion side door opened a crack.
Inside the red side door, there seems to be a vertical row of black eyes.
If you look closely, you can see the eyeballs moving around.
There is heavy pollution inside.
The uncle didn't hesitate and walked straight in.
Su Qingyu looked at his leaving back and asked, "How about you tell me the rules and I'll help you analyze it to see if there is any other possibility of survival."
The uncle waved his hand without looking back.
The rules say that there are two spots and you get to be the one who stays upstairs.
The uncle said that the people in their Red Organization are not afraid of death and do not care about fame and fortune. They are a group of fools who get together and move forward for a common ideal.
Seeing that the uncle was determined, Su Qingyu simply put the incense stick back into the incense burner.
When the uncle entered, the vermilion door closed.
Then, a creaking sound came from inside the door.
No screams.
When you hear this sound, you can leave.
Su Qingyu was preparing to return the same way.
There was a sudden silence inside the door.
Then open a small crack.
A stack of paper money for the dead was thrown out from inside.
Then, the uncle's cry for help was heard again.
"Miss Su, please save me... I am in so much pain. They don't bite my neck first, but start eating from my stomach..."