Chapter 903 The past reappears

(Two chapters in one, today and tomorrow together)

cold

loneliness

Why are you here again?

Solandelle stood in the endless wilderness, surrounded by broken laurel flowers. She looked into the distance among the withered petals. No matter which direction she looked at, she could not see the end of the road.

The dark sky is dotted with stars that have existed for hundreds of millions of years, as if countless lush worlds are shining. At this scale, human existence is like a speck of dust.

Solandel looked up at the galaxy. Suddenly, her chest seemed to be pressed by a boulder. Unspeakable heart palpitations spread throughout her body. Warnings kept emerging from the depths of her consciousness. The most primitive sense of crisis in human beings was quietly awakened, as if some kind of terrible

A terrifying existence is about to come.

Under Solandel's gaze, the light streams above the sky converged and suddenly condensed into a sun. It had no dazzling rays, and the golden light was dim, dead but violent.

And the stars that shrouded the night continued to twist and merge, and finally turned into a giant eye overlooking the world, hanging on the dome and staring at her ferociously.

In this endless wilderness, she had nowhere to escape. The huge pressure made her almost forget to breathe. The lack of oxygen caused her heart to beat wildly, trying to supply blood to her dizzy brain.

Suddenly, a flood of noise sounded, dense and noisy, but if you listen carefully, it turns out to be some kind of eerie whisper:

"find us."

"find us."

"find us."

"find us."

The voice echoed in Solandel's mind, madly impacting her sanity, and her vision began to blur. The sun and the giant eye continued to twist and expand, and in a trance they became some kind of indescribable existence, occupying all the sight.

Solandel could feel that under the call of these strange voices, there was a strange movement in the deepest part of her body, which was deeper than flesh and blood, bones, and even bone marrow and internal organs.

Something is waking up

"Hiss—" Solandel suddenly woke up, breathing rapidly, covered in cold sweat, her hair was wet and stuck together with sweat, and even the pillow had traces of wetness.

She looked around with lingering fear. Through the window, she could see that the sky was slightly white, the first ray of light from the morning sun was trying to break through the darkness, and everything was immersed in hazy light.

Is it a dream?

It's this dream again.

I had this dream for the first time since I was 12 years old, and I have been dreaming about the sun and eyes repeatedly since then.

At first, I would only dream about it every few years, but recently it seems to have become more and more frequent, and I will dream about it every few months, or even every few days.

It is a dream.

But is it just a dream?

Even though she had woken up, the depression and restlessness in the dream seemed to still remain in her body. Solandel lay on her back on the bed, her eyes half open and half closed, trying to calm her breathing.

After a long time, she got up and closed the curtains by the window.

In the darkness, there was a slight rustling sound, like the sound of clothes rubbing against the skin. Solandel took off her pajamas and walked into the bathroom, immersing herself in the bathtub filled with cold water.

The temperature during the dripping season was still freezing, and the cold water made her shiver uncontrollably, but it seemed that this was the only way to dispel the influence of her numerous thoughts.

She picked up the soap and applied it to her body. When she applied it to her arms, she saw the soaked rag tied to her wrist.

She took it off and washed it gently in the water, as if she were treating something precious. After washing it, she tied it back to her wrist, dried her body, and put on ordinary clothes.

When she went out, she put on a long hat that could cover her face, and left the palace on horseback without disturbing anyone.

It's funny to say that after becoming the queen for so many years, she has dealt with countless political affairs, but she has hardly taken a good look at the outside world.

Human time and energy are limited. When the position is too high, in order to pursue efficiency, you can only make decisions based on pieces of data.

When the data gets better, it is good, and when the data gets worse, it is bad. However, no one knows what kind of individual is represented behind each data.

Solandel left the palace and looked at the scenery along the way, with all kinds of people and things passing through her eyes.

Since the promulgation of the "Global Security Act", Doguland has shown a strange sense of advancement. Farmland and factories have been abandoned, but there are always abundant supplies. People no longer work, no one is producing, and society is still prosperous.

The entire kingdom is like a ghost that is separated from objective laws and has no entity.

Solandel came to the lively market - it is said to be a market, but in fact there is no concept of "market" anymore. There is no transaction here, only supply. Everyone can go to the public supply warehouse and receive gifts from the Prince Regent on demand.

supplies.

It is clearly early morning at the beginning of the day, but the tavern has already opened early, and the strong aroma of wine is lingering around, as if even the halo of the morning sun has become blurred.

People who didn't have to work sang loudly, mingled with each other, drank free wine, and ate delicious snacks. A few drunken drinkers fell down with red faces, and fell asleep not long after they got up.

It is said that you have something to think about every day and something to dream about at night.

But they slept peacefully without dreaming.

After all, reality is already so beautiful that no one needs false dreams anymore.

Outside the tavern, the troubadour was sitting on a bench with his guitar, his fingers jumping briskly, and his mouth singing brisk songs. Each melody was praising the great regent who had given all this.

People gathered around the troubadour in small groups, some sang together, and some were intoxicated by the melody, grateful for everything they had gained.

Who could have imagined that 10 years ago, Doguland was still a country of poverty and poverty, with wealth concentrated in the hands of the nobles, and at least half of the citizens were dependent on others, struggling to survive on the edge of food and clothing every day.

Now, this place has become "paradise".

However, in Solandel's eyes, everything she saw was more like a cage.

Mortals are living in drunkenness and dreaming in cages, being kept in captivity by "gods".

When she arrived at the square, Solandel found that there was a sea of ​​people here. People gathered here like a tide. Abnormal fanaticism shone in everyone's eyes. Next to them was the statue of the Sun King that had just been toppled the day before.

The scene in the center of the square stung her eyes.

The Inquisitor of the Royal City wears a visor, and the color of the tassel is the black color that symbolizes death. He stands on a high place and overlooks the fanatical residents. Behind him hangs the body of a little girl on the gallows.

The little girl was only about ten years old. Her twisted neck was tied up with a thick hemp rope. Her clothes were in tatters and her skin was covered with traces of severe beatings. When the wind blew, the dried blood fell off as it swayed, like a slaughtered animal.

Animal mouth.

"This is a cold-blooded monster!" The inquisitor clenched his fingers, pointed his index finger at the body of the little girl hanging on the gallows, and roared angrily.

"The regent has always been protecting the Kingdom of Doguland and giving us everything in life. I have also thought that human nature is evil, and maybe not everyone will be grateful."

"But I really didn't expect that there would be such a villain. Not only are they not grateful for my Lord's mercy, but they even want to slander him!"

The judge threw out a book. Judging from the exquisite cover and decals, it should be a diary belonging to a little girl.

"This monster left hateful words in his diary - I have been observing the things around me recently. Firewood burned by the fireplace will turn into heat and ashes. After the seeds germinate, they need watering and sunlight.

Only then can we grow.”

"Everything in this world will be destroyed after birth. If you want to obtain something, you must always exchange it for something of equal amount. This is the truth I have seen."

"But everything is very strange now. The regent can bring endless matter out of thin air. This is different from what I usually observe."

"Did he transcend the truth? I don't think so. God does not exist. He is only a human being. So what is the price he paid? Maybe we are the price?"

The judge's hand was so hard that the diary was twisted and deformed by him, just like his angry voice: "The Regent has been fighting for a better life for us and fighting for your happiness and contentment. But -

"

"There is such an abomination in human skin in the world, writing evil words, and using her shallow knowledge to taint the unshakable truth. This is betrayal! She betrayed my lord! She betrayed the kingdom! Also

I betrayed you!"

"Deserves to be killed!!!" The fanatical and pious people picked up the stones on the ground and threw them at the little girl's body. She was hit with numerous scars and blood was dripping from her body.

Fortunately, the dead body cannot feel pain

The judge raised his hand to stop everyone from throwing stones, then personally dragged a tied woman up from the stage and pushed her to the gallows.

"This woman is the culprit responsible for the birth of that abomination!" The judge grabbed the little girl's mother's hair and said in a sinister voice, "Tell me, did you teach her those evil words of hers?"

Under the cold gaze of the people, the woman was already crying, and her voice was distorted by fear: "It's not me. I have always taught her to fear our Lord, and I have never taught her this!"

The judge's tone was faint: "Do you think her sentence today is fair?"

The woman looked up at her daughter's body. No one knew how she was suffering in her heart. They could only see her eyes wide open, tears pouring out, and her voice was so suppressed that it was almost distorted: "I think the punishment is very fair."

"Since you think it's fair." The judge leaned down and his voice was as cold as the winter wind: "Then why don't you laugh?"

The woman wanted to suppress her crying, but the more she held back, the more the sobs escaped her throat. She held it back five or six times before the muscles on her face twitched and the corners of her mouth formed an extremely exaggerated arc.

"Very good, very good, hush." ​​The judge held the woman's head, caressing her gently, and his voice became softer, "Aton for your sins piously, and my Lord will forgive you."

After the judge finished speaking, he used a razor to cut off the woman's hair one by one, shaved her head into a bald head, and then hung a wooden sign around her neck.

The sign read: I gave birth to a monster.

The woman's punishment was also very simple. She only had to hang this wooden sign and stand next to her daughter's body for a day, so that people passing by could see it.

Remember to laugh.

Only by smiling can you express gratitude to our Lord for his kindness.

The crowd gradually dispersed, some scolded them coldly, and some educated their children on the matter. People came and went, accompanied by endless bad words.
To be continued...