Survivorship Bias

Chapter 63: Crown of Glory

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People can not escape from doing wrong.

This wise saying seems to hinder the beautiful vision of some human beings moving forward to the future. These reformers have been unable to fully entrust their moral quality to education, and education is also unequal.

If human beings can intervene, people can become kind to the greatest extent, from the level of nerves, from the level of genes, and eliminate the causes of crime and mutual harm in this world, such a terrible world, this world that is about to face a huge test The world can be reborn beautifully.

For this they can and must sacrifice some of the people who are the cornerstone of technological research and the pioneers who have taken steps ahead of all mankind.

Those experiments that are so extreme that they are almost abnormal, except for the invaders and colonists who opposed humanity in the past, no one has implemented them on such a large scale.

How different is An Wujiu from those who were injected with bacteria and viruses during the war, whose limbs were frozen alive and then poured with scalding water, dissected alive or forced to undergo limb-swapping surgery①.

From the age of ten to twenty, half of his life was spent in endless pain and surveillance. Under their mind purification experiment, his brain was also destroyed, and the evil in human nature curled up in the punishment again and again. .

Depress, depress, depress.

He must not have any bad thoughts.

This is the new human being they long for. As long as he can survive and attract worldwide attention, this technology can be promoted.

They don't need to build a new utopia, as long as the evil in the world is eliminated, utopia will return to this planet.

In the heavy snow, Shen Ti hugged An Wujiu. He really wanted to hide him in his cloak, so that An Wujiu could isolate him from all painful things.

He didn't want An Wujiu to remember any past experiences, even though he knew it couldn't be stopped.

"If you don't like this name, I won't call you blameless in the future."

An Wujiu rested his forehead on Shen Ti's shoulder, and smiled softly, "I'm used to it, it won't make me feel uncomfortable if I call it that."

Shen Ti seemed to ignore his words, choosing a nickname on his own, "My dear... baby..."

"Stop." An Wujiu raised his head, looked directly at Shen Ti with a helpless expression, "This is not good, I can't stand it."

Shen Ti burst out laughing, the red earrings were dangling, making a crisp sound that matched the snow.

"That's called An An, okay?" He grabbed An Wujiu's hand and shook it.

An Wujiu froze for a moment.

"An'an." Shen Ti called him again, "Your father and mother should call you that."

An Wujiu felt a strange feeling in his heart. He rolled his eyes, didn't say good or bad, just changed the subject, "They've gone so far, let's go there quickly."

"Then I'll take it as your acquiescence." Shen Ti lazily walked behind, holding his hand.

The cold wind blew on his face like a knife, An Wujiu walked towards the grand crowd, trying to let himself go.

After he thought of those things, a crazy thought broke out from his heart, and the undercurrent surged. He wanted to resist, wanted to kill those who used him as a tool, and killed the one who pushed his fate into the abyss. .

But An Wujiu knew very well that he couldn't do it.

These dark sides are the rebound after suppression. He knows that the altar wants him to be crazy, and wants the extreme emotions of his killing as nourishment.

Thinking of these, An Wujiu calmed down.

He cannot be used forever.

Wu You saw that the people in front were still distributing the bark paper, which should be very precious no matter how you look at it, so he specifically asked the person who distributed it.

"Who wrote these?"

The attitude of the person distributing was still respectful, but the tone was very severe, "My lord priest, although you have a noble status, you are equal to all the citizens of the city before God's will. This is what the high priest asked the oldest elder in the city to It was written by the author himself, in order to spread the teachings of God to the hearts of every citizen.”

Wu You felt that something was wrong. If it was just an ordinary game item, there would be some intentional blanks for no reason, as if to remind them that there are clues of vacancies here.

He was about to ask a new question when he suddenly heard a voice from behind, it was An Wujiu who had caught up with them.

"Then where does this elder live now?"

The man pointed to the city, "The house with red roof and red wall to the west is his residence."

An Wujiu thanked him, and watched the man go away. In the distance, some people used wooden carts to push huge wine barrels, and all the people passing by held stone cups in their hands. The light brown wine poured down and flowed into the cups under the light of snow.

"This wine looks terrible." Wu You commented from the air.

Shen Ti asked unceremoniously: "Have you ever drunk, little brat?"

Wu You didn't turn his head, and made an international friendly gesture to him behind him.

Nan Shan observed the expressions of those people after drinking the liquor, everyone seemed to be happy and fulfilled, their faces brimming with red light.

But he always felt very strange, turned his head and found that An Wujiu was also frowning.

"You also think there is a problem?"

An Wujiu nodded, "Since the first day, the townspeople have reminded us about the festival, today is the third day, and it is also the day of the festival. They told us so early in advance, I thought it was necessary for us to come Completed tasks, such as collecting and holding festivals, but so far, we have only acted as spectators participating in it."

Shen Ti interjected, "At that time, Yasia's husband specifically mentioned that the leader would bring back food, and he did bring it back today, but it doesn't seem to be a lot, and it's not at the level of a famine here. It’s unlikely. It seems that the altar wants to give us an immersive question about our debut, and it depends on whether we can understand it.”

This is also what An Wujiu was thinking, when he mentioned Yasia, he happened to see Yasia, she was wearing a beige scarf, standing in front of her husband drinking, at the same time, she turned her head and saw An No blame and Shen Ti.

As expected, Yasia came to meet them enthusiastically, holding a wine glass in his hand, and invited them to drink together, but An Wujiu declined.

"Master Priest, how about the obsidian knife last time?" She asked respectfully, "Is it still good?"

Thinking of that knife, An Wujiu saw the bloody scene of the Twilight Sacrifice in front of his eyes.

"Skilled hands are good hands." Shen Ti replied, staring at Yasia's face, "It's just that I haven't presided over the sacrifice for a long time, and I'm not used to using it. It's really hard to open the human chest."

He said the creepy words in a relaxed tone, but Yasia didn't think it was scary, but felt that Shen Ti was being modest, "Why? The priest is the most proficient in the human body. You have sacrificed so much So much heart, so humble."

Wu You felt nauseated, "Why the heart?"

Yasia opened her eyes wide in surprise at first, looked at him, but still answered respectfully, taking this question as a test, "Because the heart of each of us is bestowed by God, it is the abode of the soul, It is also the avatar of sunlight and heat. Without God, we would not have our beating heart. It is God who gave us life. It is the highest honor to be able to offer one's heart to God as a sacrifice!"

These are obviously the cognitions brought to her by religion, but just looking at her expression and the way she lowered her head slightly, one can tell that Yasia, like all other city residents, is extremely devout.

"You're right." Shen Ti smiled and nodded. Only then did Yasia raise her head, showing a look of peace of mind.

After drinking, the townspeople became more and more excited, and danced weirdly around the large and small stone statues.

An Wujiu saw that Noah and Zhou Yijue who were walking in front were also being dragged to the bonfire and stone statue by enthusiastic townspeople. He wanted to step forward to stop them, but a group of other townspeople also ran towards them, trying to take them with them. go carnival.

They wanted to refuse, but they didn't expect two strong young men to directly lift Wu You up.

"let me go!"

Nan Shan almost made a move, but was stopped by Shen Ti, "They won't do anything, just follow."

Sure enough, they put Wu You down before the bonfire and dragged him to dance together.

"Sorry," Nan Shan whispered, "I was too impulsive."

"What's the matter?" Shen Ti pretended to dance with them, keeping his eyes on An Wujiu, and said to Nan Shan, "If An Wujiu they moved just now, they might not be able to dance here now."

Looking at Shen Ti's silhouette, Nan Shan suddenly remembered that he is also a scary person, but his disguise is just as unreliable as him.

The leader stood on the steps in front of the temple. He looked at the city people under the stage, raised the stone ax in his hand, and shouted some ancient language.

Because of the altar, these players can understand it directly.

"Raise your glasses!"

The townspeople below responded to the leader's call and raised their wine glasses high.

"The Crown of Flowers is over, glory to all warriors who died, their souls are with the Sun God!"

The townspeople drank the wine in their glasses and shouted in unison, "The soul is with the Sun God!"

The leader looked up at the sky, "Sun God, please grant us light and heat to dispel the disaster of the blood moon, let the ice and snow melt, and rejuvenate the earth. We will present the spoils of the crown of flowers and offer ourselves!"

An Wujiu quietly stood below and listened.

Crown of Flowers

It sounds nice, but it seems to refer to some kind of war.

"Rain God, I implore you to stop the punishment," the leader spilled a glass of wine on the snow, "We will offer several times more sacrifices than last time in this ceremony, please forgive the people of the water city, and let the ice and snow stop fall!"

The leader prayed devoutly. An Wujiu felt that something was about to be revealed, but unexpectedly some guards appeared behind him and grabbed their arms.

"Priests, please go to the shrine to pray for blessings, and give the person who will be sacrificed tonight!"

so suddenly

As soon as the leader finished speaking, the guards took away the remaining eight priests, rather than inviting them, it was more like persecuting them.

The so-called divine tower was the stone tower where the high priest was. Dozens of guards brought them there and closed the gate.

The stone door slammed shut, and the eight people looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Why did you come here suddenly?" Megan was a little puzzled, "Could it be possible to discuss it here today?"

"Let's go upstairs first." Zhou Yijue suggested, and he went up first, and the others followed him up. When climbing the spiral staircase, An Wujiu looked out the window. He originally wanted to see if the guards were still there. Unexpectedly, I happened to see the "elderly" house that the person who distributed the bark paper said, with a red roof and red walls, not far from the tower.

They can still hear the carnival outside, singing and dancing, but everyone can only enter the circular room on the second floor, waiting for the appearance of the holy voice.

"Good afternoon, everyone."

The holy voice came as expected.

Corresponding numbers also appeared on the ground, from 1 to 12, forming a circle.

"All players, please stand behind the corresponding numbers and prepare to start the morning ceremony speech."

An Wujiu walked towards the number 1 silently, he had some ideas in his mind, about this city eroded by religious beliefs, and about their ceremonies.

He thought of the pictures on the ceiling of the temple, the "screams" coming from a distance, the words of Yasia and her husband, the leader who always went out, the woman who suddenly appeared in the snow, and the words in the leader's mouth. crown of flowers.

All kinds of weird things in this dungeon came to mind at this time, and An Wujiu's thoughts gradually became clear.

Megan still didn't understand, "Why did you bring us here?" She frowned, "Isn't it all in the temple before?"

Shengyin didn't answer her question, but An Wujiu thought, maybe he guessed the answer.

They are not allowed to enter the temple, probably because the pyramid-shaped temple has another function at the moment.

Such as offering sacrifices.

"Before I start speaking, I would like to make an announcement for you about the circumstances of last night's death."

Shengyin paused.

An Wujiu looked at Zhou Yijue in this gap, he looked very calm, even smiling, his cunning fox eyes narrowed.

"The player who died last night was player No. 4 Zhou Yijue, and he has no last words."

The moment the holy voice ended, Zhou Yijue fell to the ground. Blood spread from his mouth, nose and chest, gradually staining the entire floor red.

"Now, the middle priest specifies the order of speaking, starting from the left or right of the deceased."

An Wujiu pointed to the right.

The first one to speak was Megan. She was already a bright wolf on the field, knowing that everyone would push her out this time, so today she was much calmer than before.

"I'm not surprised that Zhou Yijue died, because he was the only cemetery guard who jumped out to put us in perspective. The witch is gone, so he must die."

"I think it's a bit difficult for good people to win now." She looked at the others, "Well... there are only hunters, so don't jump out easily. There should be two werewolves. If the hunter comes out, the game will be over."

She didn't say much, but she glanced at Shen Ti intentionally or unintentionally.

"Pass. "

It is Nanshan's turn to speak.

"Today's sacrifice must be Megan." He said lightly, "Megan is the wolf detected by the prophet on the first night, so it must be no problem to vote for her. The hunter really can't come out, and the situation is already over. It’s very clear, in fact, there is no need for God to jump out again, only to hand the knife to the werewolf, today I will vote for Megan, pass.”

He spoke briefly, but also clearly.

An Wujiu looked at Shen Ti.

Shen Ti was still the same, lazy, gag, did not speak directly, but smiled, and smiled at Megan.

"No, the wolf who was killed has nothing to say. He is still chatting hard at this point." His breathtaking green eyes smiled and looked at Megan. I can vote for you."

After finishing speaking, he leisurely leaned against the wall behind him, and touched his chin as if he was thinking seriously, "Well... let me think about it."

"Oh, that's not right," Shen Ti raised his head, "Actually, anyone can vote."

"Would you like to vote for me?" He pointed to himself, looking at everyone with bright eyes.

Everyone was confused by him at once.

"Vote for me."

Shen Ti smiled and raised both hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Stop pretending, let me show my cards, I am a gargoyle."

Wu You's eyes widened.

What

Nan Shan was not surprised, because from Shen Ti's speech on the first day, he felt that something was not quite right.

He said, tilting his head, "In fact, it's better to vote for Megan. I can kill people tonight when she leaves. I finally got a villain's card. I couldn't kill people a few nights ago. What a disappointment."

Shen Ti frowned, completely disregarding all the good people on the field, and openly discussed with another Minglang, "Anyway, I found out, the last one was number 11, what he said yesterday, I can't believe it." It's not like a commoner, but I really touched it."

"In the first round, I started handing over the words. I handed it in yesterday, and you can tell that it's pretty good. I was afraid that you would kill me at night, so it would be too bad for me to take this gargoyle. Vote for me, and you will kill me at night." If you hit the 11th, the game is over, or you blow yourself up and go straight into the night, I will kill him."

Shen Ti smiled and looked at Megan.

"It's up to you, how about it?"